Getting Shy

The movie was perhaps not the most interesting to him, but Patrick still enjoyed simply lying on the couch and soaking up Fluttershy's presence. She, on the other hand, absolutely loved 'Miracle on 34th street'. She was sitting in his lap, stealing hurried kisses whenever there was a lull in the movie, and holding the panda plush against her belly the whole time. She let the toy go for a few moments when the movie ended so she could clop her hooves together in delight. "Wow, that was lovely," she commented and reached to the couch armrest where Pat had placed a bowl of biscuits.

It was empty, but her eyes landed on Pat's hand which was holding the last cookie. He'd almost forgotten he even had it until her poignant stare made him aware. "Oh, you want this?" he teased.

Her tongue darted out to lick up a few imaginary crumbs around her lips and 'Shy nodded. "Yes, please."

Patrick quickly thought up a small game to relieve the boredom after that cheerful Christmas movie and put the cookie in his mouth. He didn't bite through it, just held it between his teeth and leaned a little closer to 'Shy.

She soon understood and a blush painted her muzzle pink. She'd have to get it from him... With her mouth. Her hesitation didn't last too long. After all, she did enjoy kisses and this was the last cookie. Everyone knew the last one was the most delicious of all. It took some care, but 'Shy pressed her lips against Pat's and gently gripped the piece of pastry with her teeth. It wouldn't do to break it off, after all. He didn't relinquish his prize immediately, enjoying the soft tickle of her fur against his face and the warmth of her breath on his cheeks.

Out of desperation Fluttershy probed with her tongue, trying to get him to loosen up and her imprecise technique, along with her cookie-lust, ended up in her licking blindly at his lips. It worked, but mostly because she tickled Pat until he involuntarily let go of his prize. 'Shy sensed that, wrapped her tongue around the cookie and flicked it away before Pat could really react. She had a smug grin on her muzzle as she chewed, but rather than being upset Pat just chuckled at the sight.

"You really are a cute little horse, you know that?"

Her brows knit together for a moment at the word, but she knew him well enough by then to know he didn't mean it as a derogatory term. She swallowed the last of her delicious bounty and returned the grin. "You like little horses, don't you?"

"Nah, just you." It was true. Pat would never admit this to 'Shy, but he'd tried jerking off to pictures of horses and ponies a couple of times, only to realize it wasn't working for him. What was worse, human girls didn't seem to do the trick either anymore. Just Buttershy. Maybe that was love? Only thoughts of 'Shy, especially his memories of her panting as she strained against him, really got him going lately. The mental image sent a pleasant tickle down his body and he leaned closer to punctuate his claim with a kiss on the tip of her nose.

She didn't know how to react to his words just yet, so 'Shy was averting her gaze while she got her blush under control again. Finally she looked back up. "Really?"

"Yep. You're the only girl for me, Buttershy."

It made her smile a lot less hesitantly and she leaned closer against him. That was pony body language, Patrick had learned. They hugged, but that didn't sound nearly as intimate as he'd originally thought. Fluttershy, for example, hugged all her friends whenever she saw them, or at least that was the impression he got from her stories about home. The real sign of intimacy was her leaning against him, relying on his strength to keep her upright. It showed trust and devotion, she'd explained. Even if she hadn't ascribed any special significance to the act, it would still have felt incredible. She was warm and solid, and pressing herself against him made it impossible to forget her presence.

A moment later she noticed that her new plush was missing and looked for it on the couch beside her. It hadn't gone far and 'Shy pressed ti against her belly once more with a happy little sigh. It must have reminded her because she nudged Pat's side with her nose.

"I actually did want to bring you a present, you know? I just- couldn't."

"That's fine. It's the thought that counts, right?" He was pretty sure that was one of those 'friendship lessons' Fluttershy sometimes mentioned.

"I guess," she agreed.

"What were you going to bring me?"

"A game for your console."

"Oh? Which one?"

She had to think for a bit to remember. "You told me you wanted to play it that one time, but not enough to get it yourself. Um, what was it again? Just the Few Of Us? Something like that. Um, it had a two in it as well." Her inability to recall the title was making 'Shy giggle. "I'm sure I would have remembered when I saw it in the store. Except Mr. Mason wouldn't take me. He said I was being silly." As she said that Fluttershy's hooves tightened around her plush.

"Oh, Last of Us 2. Eh, maybe I'll get it myself next year. It's not going anywhere," Patrick shrugged.

Another sigh, less happy this time. "It isn't about the gift, Pat. It's about the gesture and I'm not even able to make that."

"It's really fine, Buttershy."

She was silent for a long while and Pat picked up the TV remote to find something else to watch. Of course the TV was full of Christmas movies, so he just picked a channel at random and let it play. Eventually one of Fluttershy's ears lifted up and she opened her mouth, but one look at Pat made her look back down and blush heavily.

"What is it?"

"M-M-Maybe, um. It's- Uhhh," she floundered and had to stop to swallow a lump. "What if, um, I gave you... Like, maybe it doesn't have to be, you know, a physical gift."

It sounded as if she was warming herself up to say something romantic and Pat couldn't stand to see her this awkward so he put a finger on her lips. "It's okay, I understand."

She shook free and a hint of a glare entered her eyes. Perhaps that helped her get the words out. "No, you don't understand," 'Shy exclaimed. "I was just saying I can give you, um, a different sort of gift."

Patrick didn't know what she was getting at, so he just waited for her to explain some more.

Her hoof went to his belly where she began stroking in little circles. The touch was pleasant and surprisingly warm, even through the fabric. Pat was still wondering what 'Shy was getting to when she slid her hoof lower and pressed. It made him inhale sharply in sudden excitement. "Different... gift," she breathed, doing her best sultry voice. She smiled at Pat and the look in her eyes sent his pulse into overdrive. "With my mouth." After a moment she remembered to lick her lips, slowly and sensually. That look was incredibly hot on 'Shy and Pat involuntarily bucked his hips against her hoof. "Oooh, you'd like that wouldn't you?" she asked.

"Y-Yes." It had come out as a whispered squeak and seemed to give 'Shy courage.

Her ears lifted up and focused on him, and her wings unfurled a little. She put her plushy toy beside them on the couch and brought her other foreleg to bear on Pat's midriff. She put her weight on him and stood up to bring her muzzle close enough to steal a kiss. Pat's arms automatically went around her and he tried to pull her up in his lap. Except 'Shy had other plans in her mind. She easily slipped out of his grasp and nosed down his chest, inhaling his smell as deeply as her lungs would allow. Pretty soon she was at his belt which she tried to unbuckle with her teeth. She might have done it eventually, but Pat didn't want to wait and helped her. He even lifted himself up so she could slide his pants down.

It was really happening. He'd tentatively asked 'Shy about oral before, but she'd always clamped up at the idea. Patrick didn't mind, but he was really curious what it'd feel like. Her lips and tongue were incredible enough when they were just kissing, so this should be absolutely unforgettable. The thought of what was coming was enough to make him twitch. He put his hand on Fluttershy's neck and applied the smallest amount of pressure, hoping to nudge her to continue. She obeyed and approached his diamond-hard member. Her nose wrinkled as she scented it, then she gave it a very light kiss. Her fur tickled but the sensation was entirely pleasant. When she exhaled her hot breath washed over Pat's skin and he groaned quietly.

Seeing that it was working, 'Shy kept on with small kisses down his shaft until she ended at his sack. At that point she inhaled once more. "Mmm, I like your smell," she commented. Before Pat could really respond she gave him a lick, her tongue searing hot against his balls.

"Ffff-fuck!"

To his infinite sadness she pulled away then and her ears folded down. Pat was about to groan in disappointment, but 'Shy spoke up: "Could you turn? It'll be more comfortable and I won't fall that way."

Patrick was only too happy to oblige and put both legs on the couch around 'Shy. It was a bit of a squeeze and he had to take care not to fall off, but the sight of the cute yellow mare between his naked thighs was worth a little discomfort.

She slid back a bit to give herself room to work, not noticing that she bumped her plush out of the way. Then she settled down and pressed her nose against his cock. She sniffed him again and laid her warm, wet tongue against his sack once more. It was everything he'd imagined and more. Pat wanted to buck, but he made himself sit still and give 'Shy time to get used to the act. This was her first time doing it, after all.

Her tongue trailed a line of fire up his length, but stopped just short of brushing his head. He didn't complain because 'Shy didn't pause and immediately began another long lick, this time trailing back down to the base. She leaned her head sideways and wrapped her tongue fully around his shaft. She held it like that, halfway in her mouth, for a few seconds, then let him go. Her eyes sought out his face to see how she was doing and the expression of pure rapture on Pat's face gave her confidence.

"Is it... good?"

"Yes. God, yes. Don't stop."

This emboldened her to try something new. 'Shy lifted herself a little to get a better angle and brushed her muzzle against the head. Pat's twitch almost make his cock slap her in the face and the reaction seemed funny to her, at least judging by her giggle. She teased him like that a few more times until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Please... fuck, Buttershy, please do it already!"

She licked her lips and her ears folded back in uncertainty, but 'Shy didn't disappoint. She took the tip of Pat's dick in her mouth. Her soft, velvety, hot mouth. The sudden sensation of being enveloped in warmth and wetness made him groan once more. For a few moments all that moved was Pat's heaving chest. Then 'Shy probed carefully with her tongue and the need momentarily overwhelmed his mind. He pushed forward, urgently, desperately.

'Shy made a slight choking sound as he hit the back of her mouth and tried to push forward into her throat. She pulled away and some spit spilled out of her mouth as she gagged.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

"Don't move!" 'Shy commanded and Pat relaxed. He'd been afraid their little experiment was over. "I'll do it, just don't... force it, okay?"

"Yeah, okay."

She licked her lips rather nervously, but despite her misgivings 'Shy lowered her head again. She took his tip in her mouth again and slid further until it was comfortably inside. Pat's breath hitched for a moment and turned into a quiet moan. Once more the mare explored with her tongue and probed the nooks and crevices with the tip. She paused for a moment to feel at his urethra before twisting around to lick the head. The sensation was indescribable, somewhere between a tickle and a light touch. Pat's hips jerked, but he somehow kept himself from pushing again.

Fluttershy's tongue moved down to rest against his shaft and she began to move. She didn't come close to taking him whole in her mouth, but whatever length she could manage was pure bliss.

"F-fuck..." Patrick glanced down briefly to see 'Shy smile around the cock in her mouth. She apparently liked the noises he was making and her efforts redoubled.
Unfortunately, with her haste she forgot about her teeth and his glans grazed them, making him grunt in pain and pull back.

"Sorry," it was her turn to say when she let him out.

He was exposed to the cool air and Pat's cock twitched with the need for more stimulation. "It's fine, please keep going."

She gave a slight nod and took him into her mouth again. Once more Pat had to fight his instinct to buck and remained still. This time 'Shy was more careful, but that also meant she was slower. She tried to make up for this perceived lack by stroking him as best she could with her tongue. Saliva escaped through her lips as she bobbed up and down and soon coated his balls.

He felt himself rising once more, nearing that magical place. Pat looked down and met Fluttershy's eyes and his urgent moans spurred her to greater speed. Once more he hit her teeth and his pleasured moan turned to one of sudden pain. He jerked back, slipping out of her mouth and his cock slapped wetly against his belly. "Shit, I'm sorry. I was just surprised."

Fluttershy's ears lowered and she shook her head. "No, it was my fault. I'll be more careful, I promise."

Patrick suddenly understood why people always talked about blow jobs as a learned skill. It looked as if 'Shy had some ways to go and he was more than happy to help her along. She waited for his smile before she took his dick in her mouth once again. More saliva dribbled free and she slurped as she tried to prevent a mess. This time she kept her pace sedate and relied more on her tongue to stimulate his sensitive tip. It was working and his moans rose in pitch and frequency. His hands strayed down to rest lightly against her muzzle, following her movements up and down.

Pat kept looking, unable and unwilling to tear his gaze away from the pink-framed yellow face engulfing his length. It would have been hotter if she could take it all and press her muzzle against his groin, but this was enough for now. He was quickly reaching his peak. A week's abstinence did that. His fingers crept further and further until Pat was holding Fluttershy's head and helping her move up and down. The motion was unaccustomed and she was tiring quickly, so he tried to make her go faster. Hopefully she'd last just long enough. He began to help a little more by moving his hips, pushing himself deeper and deeper with each stroke.

'Shy grunted, but didn't resist when he began to guide her deeper with the pressure of his hands.

Almost there...

His muscles began to tremble uncontrollably and his hips jerked without his conscious control. His grip around Fluttershy's head tightened and he impaled her mouth again and again, chasing that moment of release. A hoof slapped his hand away and 'Shy pulled forcibly away with a gasp for air. His cock was freed from its warm, moist cave and Pat bucked into the air a few times out of sheer momentum.

"No, please..." He'd been so close! A few more seconds and he'd have finished. Pat grabbed his dick and reached his other hand for Fluttershy's head to finish the job, but she held up her hoof and shook her head. She was still coughing after the forced intrusion into her throat.

"I'm sorry," she finally managed, "but it hurts! I don't think I can do this!"

Pat didn't want to stop. He was close and he stroked himself slowly. An idea popped up. "Okay, okay. I'll finish it myself. Open your mouth!" He climbed up to his knees and aimed his member at Fluttershy's face. She looked relieved that she wouldn't have to take it down her throat again and complied, opening as wide as she could and extending her tongue out to catch any spills. Her open, inviting mouth was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen and Pat began jerking himself off, knowing it wouldn't take more than a few seconds.

It felt as if his whole body swelled as he felt that familiar tightness deep in his belly. "Here it comes," he managed to warn her. A moment later his next word turned into a groan. Pat barely had enough presence of mind to aim his dick right into Fluttershy's mouth. The first spurt of his seed went directly in.

The sudden squirt surprised her and 'Shy involuntarily closed her mouth and eyes. The rest of Patrick's load unloaded in thick coils all over her muzzle. It began to drip down while 'Shy urgently swallowed and opened her mouth again just in time to catch the last of it on her tongue.

Pat held his dick after it was done, then squeezed the last bit of semen out. She saw it, beading on the tip and obediently licked it clean. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mess you up..."

For a moment he thought she was annoyed, but 'Shy smiled. "No, I'm sorry I couldn't... well. I hope you still, um, liked your present." It was her first time oral, so it hadn't turned out as well as he'd dreamed. Besides, Patrick had spoiled it himself by his inability to control his reaction. He sought out her hoof with a hand and gave it a squeeze. "It was perfect."

She gave him the most skeptical look he'd ever seen on her and pressed her lips together. It looked like she was about to deny it, but her face relaxed and 'Shy shook her head as her smile returned. "If you say so," she finally agreed.

"We both need some practice, I guess."

She looked uneasy and didn't quite meet his eyes. Pat had a feeling she wouldn't want to practice. It was a bit disappointing, but he didn't love 'Shy for her blow jobs.

"If you ever want to try again, I mean. It's fine if you don't."

His words put her at ease and 'Shy smiled once more as she gave a slight nod. "Maybe... someday. Um, I have to go clean up."

Pat had been half-hoping she'd lick her muzzle clean with her tongue, but he guessed she didn't like the taste. That was probably just a lie concocted up for porn, he thought. "Sure. I'll make us some hot chocolate."

She grinned widely at that suggestion and leaned in to give Pat a careful kiss. A bit of his own seed smeared against his cheek, but he didn't mind. Then 'Shy slipped from the couch and made her way to the bathroom to wash her face.

Meanwhile Pat wiped the spot with the back of his hand and stood up to pull his pants back on. He was quite wet from Fluttershy's slobber, but he just ignored it for now. He'd go and change his underpants when she was done in the bathroom and he was going to shower later anyway. Then he headed to the stove to warm up some milk. He'd enjoyed his 'present', but he was also looking forward to some regular sex with 'Shy later on, after he'd recovered a little. He really liked seeing her squirm and hearing her moan and he wouldn't give that up for anything. Just the thought was enough to make his dick twitch in fresh anticipation.