Getting Shy

Fluttershy was weeping. Again. Maybe it was because of the cold and dreary weather, or maybe she just trusted him more, but she'd been using Patrick's shoulder to cry on a lot lately. He didn't mind. He kept telling himself that, reminding himself that he loved 'Shy and if she needed someone to confide in, he could be that. Right at the moment it was a bit inconvenient, though. They were both naked, wrapped up in each other and about to...

'Shy had sneaked over in the middle of the night and woke Pat up with a very pleasant kiss. Things have just been getting interesting when Fluttershy sighed and her head slumped down on his chest. "I can't do this right now," she said. "Sorry. I thought I wanted it. To- to take my mind off... things."

Patrick tried to get her back in the mood with a kiss, but 'Shy turned her face away. She would have slipped off him, but he held her in place with his hands and so far she didn't seem to want to struggle free. "What's wrong?"

She drew a long breath and let it out, the air tickling the hairs on Pat's chest. "Just- not right now. You can go ahead and... um, do it. I don't mind."

For a moment he was tempted, but it sounded awful when he thought about it for more than a second. Pat definitely didn't want to just use 'Shy like a toy while her mind was somewhere else, probably in a dark and lonely place. That was a surefire way to get her to despise him. "I don't want to unless you're enjoying it too, Buttershy."

She opened her mouth, doubtless to lie and claim she would enjoy it, but then shook her head. "I'm sorry."

Their position was making it hard for Pat to think, so he carefully turned to his side and let her slide down beside him. She tried to curl up into a ball right away, but he wrapped his arms around her barrel and firmly held her against him. Her face pressed against his chest and 'Shy let out a shuddering breath she had been holding, while Pat reached for the blanket and covered them both to keep them warm now that the passion was fading.

"Want to talk to me about it?" Patrick prompted.

She shook her head, but he knew it was a lie. 'Shy always claimed she didn't want to talk about her problems, but each time when he'd coaxed it out of her she felt better afterwards.

"Well, wanna go home and think about it by yourself some more?"

This proved her previous statement a lie because Fluttershy's wing unfolded under the blanket and wrapped around his waist to keep him in place.

"It's okay, we can just cuddle, Buttershy. I wish you'd talk to me though."

It worked and she took another, deeper breath. "Ha-Have you ever thought about, um, foals?"

The question was entirely unexpected and it made him stiffen in shock. She wanted kids?! It'd make everything so complicated! Where would they even live? With Mason? At Pat's place? Would they belong to Mason along with 'Shy, or how would that work? Not to mention the bigger problem of letting people know he was together with the mare. Pat's mind seized on a very comforting fact: their biological incompatibility. "I don't think we really can, 'Shy. We're different species."

She was already shaking her head even before he'd finished speaking. "No, that's not what I meant," she admonished and pulled her face away from his chest long enough to give him a tiny glare. "You're not listening to me."

"Okay, so tell me what you mean."

"I always knew I'd want foals someday," 'Shy explained. "With you- I dunno, maybe there's a spell, or maybe we could adopt. Ex-Except we can't. Not while I'm like this-" At the words she lifted a hoof and tapped on the collar she still wore. Recently Pat had realized there might be a silent alarm so he was afraid to take it off, especially at night. Mason hadn't noticed so far, or maybe he wasn't using that feature, which might suddenly change. During that one week she'd spent with him it had been fine, but these night visits were supposed to stay a secret. He really didn't want Mason to barge into Fluttershy's room because his phone alerted him that she'd removed her collar, only to find her gone.

"Another reason to get you away from Mason," Pat pointed out.

She was silent for a long while, then put her face against Patrick's chest once more. "Maybe."

"What prompted all of this?"

Fluttershy's breath hitched and he felt her ears fold down at the question. He shifted one hand from her back up to her head and sought out one ear with his fingers. That always helped her calm down. It took a bit longer, but Pat was patient and 'Shy finally spoke up: "There was this documentary. A-About horses."

Patrick waited for her to say more, all the while idly massaging her ear. He felt her move her head a fraction closer to his touch. "Pat, I don't want to be... b-bred. They take their foals away from those poor mares and- and usually they don't get to see their children ever again!" 'Shy sniffled and held her breath as she tried to prevent a sob from escaping. She almost succeeded, but her shoulders jerked up even if no noise came out of her mouth. "I'd rather never have any foals than have that happen to them!"

"Don't worry, I won't let it, Buttershy. We'll run away if we have to, deal?"

She didn't seam to hear, lost in her own world apparently. "They'd breed me, Pat. E-Either with a stud, or- or just with a syringe, and I don't know which would be worse!"

Since his words weren't getting through, Pat used more direct means and released his hold on 'Shy so he could bring both hands to her muzzle. He cupped her face and gently lifted it up until she had no choice but to look in his eyes. Then he bent down and kissed the tip of her nose, just briefly. He followed it with more tiny kisses, peppering her entire muzzle.

After the first couple 'Shy closed her eyes and relaxed, began to breathe more easily. "Thanks," she said after a while. "I think I needed that."

"Well, it changes nothing. We have to get you away from Mason and I swear nothing like that will ever happen to you. If you'll want to adopt someday, we can do that."

It'd mean getting a bigger place, maybe somewhere out of the city, Pat thought. He'd need money for that, which would probably involve a better job. There was also the question of what to adopt. He didn't expect there to be any Equestrian orphans any time soon, and 'Shy adopting a human child would just be weird, if it would even be allowed. In the eyes of the human bureaucracy, it'd just be Patrick adopting as a single parent. He'd deal with it when the time came, Pat decided. For now he could promise a 'some day'.

Their life together was a more pleasant topic, though. He found himself looking forward to it. Maybe this would be the kick in the pants he needed to make something out of himself? It sounded right in his head: him and 'Shy, making each other's lives better. He held his breath when he realized she wasn't immediately refusing.

Her ears folded down once more, but she didn't try to break free from his gentle hold of her muzzle. "Maybe it would be worth it... for that." Her eyes unfocused as she looked at whatever future she was imagining. "Maybe I could be your- your slave to avoid being bred."

The words nearly made him groan in exasperation, but he held it in check. She simply wouldn't let go of her stupid idea that she'd be his property just because he technically happened to own her. He had run out of ways he could think of to explain, so he tried another tract. "Well, I'd love you just as much and I'd give you everything you wanted. Including if you wanted to leave. Would it really be that bad?"

"I g-guess not..."

"Buttershy, I never saw you as a slave, okay? Can you understand that? To me, you were just, um..." What was a good way to put it? "You were just a girl I met. Remember that first week you came because Mason was out of town? You had your own room. You still can, by the way. If you just want a place to sleep out of Mason's house, you can totally have that room. You already have the key anyway, so it's yours whenever you want it."

Looking at it from this perspective got Fluttershy thinking and she didn't immediately dismiss the idea out of hand. It gave Patrick a slight hope that maybe, this time, she'd understand.

"If I bought you from Mason or something- well, it'd just be to free you from him, not to own you."

"You still would," 'Shy began, but lifted a hoof and put it on his lips to forestall his exasperated groan. "Let me finish," she chided. "You would technically own me, b-but maybe that's okay. I'm just not sure we could still love each other. Not really. I just don't know."

Patrick had his own thoughts on that. If anything, he would probably love 'Shy more if she was his and wouldn't have to sneak around all the time. Spending more time with her around would just be better all around. He could almost see himself coming home from work, only for Fluttershy to meet him in the hallway, maybe with her mane tied back because she'd been doing dishes and didn't want to get it wet. She walk forward while he was untying his shoes and give him a friendly nuzzle. He'd respond with a kiss, then follow her to the kitchen where he'd have a good dinner already waiting on the table.

Well, only if 'Shy felt like cooking that day, of course. Sometimes he'd pick up pizza on the way, and sometimes they'd just cook together when he came back. It was an exceedingly lovely image and Pat's heart ached for it. He gave 'Shy another little kiss on her nose. "Okay, good. So you don't know," he told her. "I know it can work, so- let's just try, okay? If it doesn't work we'll still be friends."

He tried to read Fluttershy's expression, but those large, dark, cyan-rimmed pupils didn't seem to hold any answers. At length she looked away and let out her breath. "I want to try," she said, her voice filled with hope and longing.

"Good. I'll keep working on a way to get Mason to sell. Keep your eyes open in case you find anything, okay?"

"I will."

The comfortable position and the murmured conversation had done its magic and Pat realized he wasn't hard anymore. Unfortunately the thought was enough to get him going once more. He still had 'Shy in his bed, they were both naked and he hadn't seen her in several days. He let her muzzle go and ran his hand down her side, ending with his fingers resting on her cutie mark. "Buttershy?"

She blinked and came back from whatever dream she'd slipped into. Her eyes focused on his face.

Rather than ask with words, Pat brought his lips to hers and pressed his fingers into her flank both at once. Fluttershy's hips jerked forward reflexively, grinding her hot teats against Pat's belly. At the same time a low, involuntary moan escaped her and her warm breath washed across his cheek. He broke the kiss for a moment so he could look at her face. Her mouth was left slightly agape and her eyes were half-lidded. Her ears splayed, not quite folded down like when she was worried, nor upright like when she was alert.

Patrick inched his hand lower and closer to the treasure he sought. "Wanna pick up where we left off?"

She had been slightly flushed before, but now Pat could clearly see her blush even in the dim light from the street lamp. "Will, uh, will you do that- that thing. Um, with your tongue?" she asked, haltingly and nervously. Even after the months they'd been together, she was still shy about sex. For some reason that just made it that much hotter.

"For you, always. Lie back."

She rolled on her back quickly, the jerkiness of her motions betraying how eager she was. She must have been just as excited as him before her thoughts had been distracted by that breeding thing, Pat guessed. He didn't know how late it was and he had a job the next morning, but in that moment as he ran his hand down her belly and touched her teats, Pat decided he'd take his time with her.

Fluttershy needed to forget her worries and he knew exactly how to make her. Coffee would fill any lack of sleep.

Even as he lingered on her teats, circling each fleshy nub in turn with his finger, Pat shuffled closer and began kissing Fluttershy's neck. He made sure to press his tongue against her each time, to make her feel the heat of it.

She responded with low, throaty moans and feeble kicks of her hind hooves each time he touched one of her sensitive nipples. Pat smiled to himself and increased the pressure just slightly. Her hoof came down, searching for her winking marehood, eager to relieve the pressure herself, but he pushed it aside. There would be no cheating tonight.

In response 'Shy let out a disappointed mewl, but she didn't keep trying to pleasure herself. Her restraint merited a reward and he moved a little lower. His hand strayed to the inside of her thigh and he trailed his kisses down to her chest fluff. Fluttershy's wing kept bumping against him and she shifted her rear to try and get him to touch her there, but Pat smoothly moved with her and didn't allow his hand more than a slight graze.

Even that made 'Shy tense up and hold her breath for a moment before she slumped back and began to plead: "Pleas- Please..."

"You like this," Pat murmured in a husky tone of voice. He laid his cheek on her rapidly rising and falling chest and locked eyes with her.

"Yes!" she breathed. "More!"

A pushy, demanding Buttershy was just about the hottest sight Pat could imagine and he rewarded her by inching his fingers closer. He began to rub her lower lips, feeling how hot and moist she was already. The flesh under his touch spasmed as she winked and Pat's dick twitched in response. He kept fondling her, teetering just on the edge of slipping his finger inside while he moved lower still and got his knees under him to give him a better position. This way he could put his mouth on Fluttershy's bellybutton while he kept exploring her flower with his hand. He stuck his tongue into the slight depression and pried the fur aside so he could feel the skin inside. His gentle touch made her giggle and squirm, but Pat just increased his pressure against her entrance and 'Shy subsided with a small gasp.

Out of pure desperation she grabbed his free hand and brought it to her muzzle. She began to lick his fingers and nuzzle his palm, unable to keep herself from reciprocating in some way at least.

Patrick didn't mind, even if her tongue tickled and distracted him a little. He moved once more and quickly caught one of her nipples between his lips. At the same time he pushed his fingers inside 'Shy, earning a deep, throaty moan. It was an octave he wouldn't have guessed the little mare possessed, as it only came out during moments such as this. She took his index finger into her mouth and sucked on it for a moment. When he slid his digits deeper into her moist folds she applied some teeth and whimpered around the finger in her mouth. Her grip on his wrist tightened and her hips bucked. In the momentary silence Pat could distinctly hear the wet, slick sound of her marehood twitch against him. Warm liquid flowed between his fingers, further lubricating the passage. He pushed further and pretty soon had two fingers as deep as he could inside 'Shy. He marvelled for a moment how her passage hugged and squeezed him. He withdrew and took a few moments to explore her in greater detail.

After a few moments of gentle tugging 'Shy released his hand, though not without a whimpered complaint. She was squirming under him and trying to buck, to win more stimulation, but Pat wasn't in such a hurry. He repositioned himself between Fluttershy's legs and brought both hands up to feel what she was like. His fingers hooked under a fold and Pat spread her lower lips, trying to see. It was just shadows in the dim streetlight, so he resolved to have a closer look during daytime someday. For now, he traced the fleshy fold around with a finger until he came to a nub. Her clit was hiding under there. He massaged it very gently in little circles and was rewarded by a wink.

It had been something completely alien to him until he met 'Shy, but now it was one of the sexiest things he could imagine. It meant she really wanted him, that she was aroused and her body was begging for penetration. The wink made her love button flick against his finger, which made 'Shy squeak in surprise and delight. It looked like it felt amazing and Pat was jealous for a moment. He traced his thoroughly soaked fingers around the edge again to the opposite side, where the lips of her marehood seemed to seamlessly mold into her ponut. Pat felt around the rubbery rim, conscious of how 'Shy sucked down a breath and held it.

This was completely unfamiliar territory for her and she was focusing on the experience. He wanted to make it a pleasurable one, but he wanted to be sure she was ready. "You like that?"

At first her voice broke and the word was unintelligible. 'Shy cleared her throat and repeated: "Y-Yes."

It sounded uncertain, so he took it slow. His finger was slick with her own fluids and he prodded at her back door very gently. He kept an ear to 'Shy, but she was quiet, focused entirely on the new sensation. For now he only worked the tip of his finger inside, marvelling at how tight the fleshy ring felt around his digit. Someday he hoped to put his dick in there, but it would take practice, time and patience. 'Shy had to want it.

The main treasure was just in front of his nose anyway and Pat remembered to pay it due homage. He leaned forward just a bit and laid his tongue against her lips. They parted easily and he tasted the searing hot flesh inside. His sudden, unexpected intrusion was nevertheless welcome and 'Shy let out a moan before she could stop it with a hoof. She winked again, her clit flicking Pat's nose. He licked upwards, working his tongue between her folds until he had her button cupped. Again and again it twitched against his lips.

This was apparently Fluttershy's favourite thing - the "tongue thing" as she called it. Patrick simply held his tongue in place and the mare rubbed and winked herself off against him. She was super sensitive and more than once she had to bat his hands away and admonish him to be gentle, but his tongue was smooth enough and she was in control of just how hard she was pressing against it. Her hips jerked a little and she began to breathe more deeply while Pat explored what he could reach of her depths with his tongue.

In the meantime he remembered that he had the tip of his index finger in her ponut. He gave it an experimental wiggle and Fluttershy's moan suddenly rose in pitch. She obviously liked the combined sensation, so he pushed a little further, just to his knuckle. There was plenty of lubrication flowing from her pussy down and coating his hand.

"Mmmm-ph!" 'Shy tried to say, but seemed to be having problems forming actual words. "Yessss!" she went on. "Please... yes!" It was a mixture of pleading and ecstasy, familiar to Pat by this point. She didn't want to talk dirty, so this was her only outlet. "M-More, harder," she begged, squirming and bucking wildly. Pat realized he had let her push his face away and she was straining to keep the pressure against his tongue. He obliged by pushing down and was rewarded by renewed moans as she ground her winking marehood in his face.

All gentleness went out the window as the little mare chased her orgasm. Her ponut clenched around Pat's finger and he wiggled it a bit deeper inside. He couldn't be sure if 'Shy even noticed as her breathing became urgent panting and any semblance of words was lost from her guttural moans and gasps. She managed a last bit of coherence: "Pat- A- Pat! I- I'm-" Then she was lost in her own world of bliss as she pushed her clit against his tongue with a mighty heave and held it there, frozen for an instant.

The dam broke and 'Shy hardly moved, all muscles locked rigidly in place as she came, her passage grasping and tightening around the tip of his tongue. Her breath came out in a prolonged moan of pleasure while she rode out her climax. More fluids gushed out, coating his chin with a new layer and dribbling down around his finger still inside her back door.

Her ponut tightened until it felt like a vice and Patrick was both impressed and worried about what might happen if he had his dick in there when she came. After a few moments all of Fluttershy's muscles seemed to relax at once and she slumped down. That took her pussy away from Pat's lips and drew a moan of despair from the mare. He quickly followed her down and put his lips back on the fleshy nub where her clit was hiding. The sad sigh changed to a satisfied groan.

Even now she kept twitching gently as she rode out the final few waves of pleasure. He waited it out with her, unmoving, breathing through his nose and feeling himself twitch in response. He carefully pulled his finger out, earning himself a few more spasms against his tongue and a renewed moan from Fluttershy's lips.

She was left breathing deeply and staring at the ceiling. "That- That..." she was trying to talk and Pat slowly lifted his face, breaking the contact between them. This time there was no disappointed growl. "That was amazing," 'Shy finally managed. Her hoof came down to pat him gently on his head, conveying her thanks and affection. She brushed his hair from his forehead and smiled when their eyes met. "Wow," she went on, "that was- wow. Y-Your finger... um..." She looked away and even in the dim light Pat could see a deeper blush on her muzzle. "I l-liked that. Um, a lot."

"I'll remember it."

He got a quick flash of a grateful smile in return, then her eyes slid away once more. "Uh, w-want to keep going?" she asked. The thought was enough to make her wink, showing her pink button in all its glory for a moment.

"As my lady commands," Pat replied and inclined his head in mock bow.

Her hoof batted his cheek in annoyance, but 'Shy was being very careful not to actually slap him. It was just in mock annoyance. She sighed and spread her forelegs apart. "Oh, come here and give me a kiss!" she said impatiently.

He didn't need to be told twice. After her performance Patrick was absolute diamonds and couldn't wait to slip himself into that warm, wet embrace. Yeah, Fluttershy's pony body was infinitely more interesting than any woman. He hadn't even made her come to playing with her wings yet, after all! He'd have to try that someday, see how sensitive they were! For now, Pat lost himself in her needy kiss and allowed 'Shy to ruin him for women a little more.