Getting Shy

Patrick woke up because he was very uncomfortable. Quite aside from a mess of pink hair tickling his nose, there was severe stiffness in his back and joints from having laid in the same position for hours and hours. There was also a slight pain in his hand, the one on Fluttershy's belly. He tried to roll over to his back so he could stretch his aching muscles, but something hard and sharp held his arm in place.

Fluttershy was still resting her head on his forearm and she was probably still asleep, so Pat was extra careful when he lifted himself up. She'd curled her legs in and pressed her back to his belly, but the weird thing was the way she was holding on to his other arm. He remembered wrapping it around her as they fell asleep, letting his fingers rest lightly on her belly, but now 'Shy was keeping it pressed there with her forehooves. That was the source of something hard and sharp on the back of his hand.

She was just afraid of losing him this soon after he found her again, Patrick thought to himself and smiled. It was cute and he hoped the position had let her sleep without bad dreams. He inspected her face for a while, but it didn't look as if 'Shy was dreaming. She looked peaceful, except for the death grip on his hand. He wanted to let her sleep a little longer, but his hip was starting to really hurt so there wasn't any choice.

"Hey, beautiful," he murmured by her ear.

Fluttershy opened her eyes and looked around without moving her head. She soon spotted him and noticeably relaxed. "Oh. Hi," she replied. The pressure against his hand faded and Pat tried to take it away. 'Shy quickly put her hoof back to hold him in place. "L-Leave it!" she pleaded. "Please?"

"I need to turn over. Stretch. Come on, let's switch positions."

This seemed acceptable and 'Shy removed her hoof. Patrick was finally able to roll on his back and stretch both legs and one arm. The other was still trapped as Fluttershy's pillow, but that was okay. He looked at the back of his free hand and saw a distinct imprint of a hoof. She'd really been holding onto it. There wasn't any more time to wonder if the hoofprint was permanent because 'Shy was already wiggling to turn around. She stuck her nose in the crook of his arm and put a foreleg and a back leg across his belly. Her touch reminded Pat that he was completely naked, but he ignored the thought for now. Fluttershy's reluctance to let him go even for a second was a bit worrying.

"You okay? How did you sleep?"

All he could see from that angle was one eye and an ear. The former stared at the wall, past him, and the latter flicked. "I'm fine," came a muffled voice from his side.

"'Shy, you really need to talk to me about these things," Patrick pointed out.

Her ear folded down and she kept staring into the distance.

After a few more seconds he decided he wasn't getting anywhere and opted to try something different. His arm was still mostly under 'Shy and it was a simple thing to lift her up on his chest. She didn't resist as she straddled him with both pairs of legs. That brought her face to face with him and forced her to look in his eyes. Already she was starting to breathe a bit faster and Pat grabbed her hind fetlocks, mainly to remind her he was there.

"Come on, you can trust me, okay?"

She thought it over and eventually closed her eyes shut. "It's called 'survivor's guilt', Pat," she explained. "It means I feel awful that you took me out of that place and my friends are still there!"

"Okay, I get that. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything for them, 'Shy." There was no immediate answer and Pat tried to think up yet another way to apologize for something which wasn't really his fault. "Look, if there was any way, I would-"

"I know. I wanted you to take me."

"Maybe, like you said, if you can get word to-"

"Hush," 'Shy said and pushed her nose against his mouth to shut him up. "I know all that. It's-" she began, then sighed. "It's not a nice place, Pat."

He was a little confused. Mason had said he'd sold 'Shy back to where he bought her, so she should have remembered everything from the last time. "Well, you already knew that, didn't you? What about when they first caught you and... well, trained you?"

She still hadn't told him much about that, but from what he'd seen of the conditions they were forced to live in, it didn't look very nice. And that was probably the understatement of the year.

Fluttershy shook her head, brushing his nose with her fluff. "It wasn't the same. It was different that time!"

"Oh?"

"I guess they didn't know what we were, or what we could do, so they were being careful. Then- I don't know how it came to that, but the people started selling us, so they decided to train us... They didn't keep us in stalls, Pat!" 'Shy was staring into the distance again. "This time... I don't think they were going to sell us again, Pat."

"How do you know?"

She looked back down and bit her lip. "Can we not talk about this?" she begged.

"We really should. Come on, you know I'm here for you, right?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

'Shy closed her eyes and almost immediately tears began to leak. They were hot where they dripped on Patrick's chest. She opened her mouth a few times, but nothing came out, so he decided to try and guess. The sooner he got her to spill everything, the sooner she'd cry it out and get it over with. This slow prying it out of her was getting bothersome.

"Did they beat you?"

She shrugged her shoulders, but didn't say anything. Pat guessed that was a "yes, but I don't care about that".

"I already know you had to live in your filth and that sounds horrible, but you're out of it now, 'Shy. I'm really sorry about your friends, okay?"

Once again she shook her head in denial.

"Look, I promised I'd help you get back home, okay? I still will, as much as I can."

It wasn't an easy thing to promise again, but if it lifted Fluttershy's mood then it was fine with him. Hopefully the day would never come, but if she really did want to go home- Well, she'd promised she'd ask her Princess Twilight if he could come too. Would he move to a completely new world just for 'Shy?

Patrick had absolutely no idea. Maybe he'd know by the time the moment came, if it ever did. Right now he had a distraught mare to console. He released her fetlocks and moved his hands up to cup her muzzle from both sides. He brushed her mane out of her eyes with his fingers and then rubbed them in little circles on her temples as an impromptu massage. "Just remember I love you, okay?"

'Shy sniffed and then let her breath out through her mouth. She focused on a spot on Pat's nose and suddenly licked it. It tickled and he turned his face away, but that just resulted in his ear being slobbered next. He became aware of a new sound and realized that Fluttershy was whimpering urgently. She pushed herself higher and alternated between nuzzling his cheek and licking it. "I don't wanna go back there," she whispered when she paused for breath. "I'm a bad friend and a bad pony. I d-don't deserve the Element of Kindness, but, oh Celestia, I don't wanna go back there!"

"Hey, hey, you never have to, okay? You're mine now and I'll keep you safe!" Patrick realized what he'd blurted out but it was already too late. Luckily 'Shy only paused for a second before starting to kiss his neck. "'Shy, I'm-"

"I understand!" she interrupted.

"You're not a bad pony, nor a bad friend."

All the reply he got was another quiet whimper, but Fluttershy's assault didn't abate. Her hind hooves scrabbled for purchase against the fabric as she pushed herself closer so she could reach his mouth. She sought it out and began giving him small kisses until he relented and turned back to her. Then she fastened her lips against his and tried to pry his open. Her sudden eagerness was starting to remind Pat that he hadn't felt her touch in over a week. He wanted to taste her, in more ways than one.

He let her in and was rewarded by a mouthful of pony tongue. It trembled against his and twirled around to explore. Already he was as hard as he could get from having 'Shy lie on him and wiggle around, and the new sensation made Pat buck his hips a little. His member brushed fur and he couldn't hold back a moan.

'Shy pulled away and stared right into his eyes with an expression he could only call 'hungry'. "I-I've been thinking about you," she whispered. "I've been wanting you."

She slid a little lower and ground her hips, expertly catching his dick against her teats. Both of them grunted at that and the breath 'Shy let out made her shudder. She nuzzled his chin away so she could reach his neck, where she gave him a sudden, sharp nip.

"Ow!"

Rather than apologize she ground herself against him again, taking his mind off the unexpected pain. His hands moved almost involuntarily as they came to rest on her buttocks.

"Yes," 'Shy sighed. She pulled away for a moment to inspect Patrick's face and her eyes filled with fresh tears. "I thought I'd never see you again," she whispered urgently.

"I wasn't gonna let you go."

She went back to kissing him, as passionately as she knew how, but Pat was getting impatient and squeezed her rump with his hands again. Fluttershy knew what he wanted and lifted herself up enough so he could align himself. There was nothing hesitant or uncertain in the way she slammed down. A small cry burst out of her as he dug deep into her welcoming folds. For a moment she waited, trembling, but then she suddenly seemed to wake up and pushed herself upright. She began moving up and down rapidly, as if she wanted the whole thing to be over as quickly as possible. The way she was going would get her that, Pat realized. His unintentional abstinence had made him super sensitive and just about ready to blow.

"Slow down, you're gonna make me-"

"Yes!" 'Shy interrupted him. She'd been doing that a lot this morning. "I want it!"

There was no blush this time and she didn't avert her eyes. "Pat," she said softly, between quiet gasps, "I want you to fill me up! Breed me!"

This was new and Patrick worried for a moment. Was she suddenly back on the foal thing? The good news was that they couldn't do that, so he was happy to indulge her little fantasy. "I'll do it. 'Shy, I'm almost there!"

For some reason there were fresh tears dripping from her muzzle while 'Shy kept slamming down with reckless abandon. She was near orgasm herself and she wanted it, badly. "B-Buck them," she murmured. "I want this! I'm just a- a- whore and I don't care!"

That word was so sudden and shocking out of Fluttershy's mouth that Pat lost his stroke for a moment. He'd been right on the edge but it receded in cold fear. "What?!"

The little mare couldn't answer because she was right on the verge of her climax. She increased her pace and slammed herself down with audible, wet plops. Her insides were already clenching around Pat's dick and her forehooves were scrabbling for purchase on his chest. She sat nearly straight upright and let out a relieved cry as she locked up for a moment. Her own weight pushed her down and made Pat hilt as deep as he would go. The stillness lasted only for a moment before more whimpers escaped Fluttershy's mouth and she began to rock her hips, grinding Pat in her pussy without letting him out as she sought out that extra bit of stimulation. Warm liquid ran down his balls and the inside of his thighs.

It had just been the heat of the moment, Pat thought to himself as he pushed Fluttershy's strange behaviour aside and focused on her. He still had his arms around her midriff and he pushed her down to keep himself inside against her squirming.

"Mmmmmph," she moaned and leaned down to catch an urgent, breathless kiss. She played with his tongue for a few seconds, then settled down fully against his belly, panting for air.

Patrick wanted more and bucked his hips a little to keep going, but Fluttershy seemed spent and just moved with him. He put one hand on her muzzle and pushed her away to get some breathing room. "Turn around?" he suggested.

Her eyes and cheeks were still wet, but 'Shy nodded and even managed a smile. "Yes. More! I want more!"

They rolled around until Pat was lying on top of her, still hilted inside her depths. She was no longer massaging his member in the throes of her climax, but she was even wetter than before from her orgasmic squirting. Her limbs fell away from him and she lay there, akimbo, waiting for him to continue. Pat didn't need to be told and he began thrusting, slowly at first. He wanted it to last a little longer, simply to enjoy how soft and warm she was.

Ponies had a slightly higher body temperature than humans, so her passage felt incredibly hot. He focused on that sensation, and on the way she seemed to squeeze him tightly and yet part easily when he pushed.

After a few thrusts 'Shy began breathing deeply once more. She looked away and sniffed. "I'm- I'm sorry," she said. "About before. I didn't- I'm a bad pony!"

It looked as if she was about to start crying again, which would certainly end their fun. Pat didn't think he could stay hard if 'Shy cried while they were having sex. It felt wrong. He slowed and stopped, still buried inside her but focusing on her face this time. He gently turned it back with a hand against her cheek.

"You're not a bad pony, 'Shy. I didn't mind you biting me, I was just surprised." He wasn't certain exactly what she was apologizing about, but he didn't feel like he needed any apology from her and went with the most likely thing. "If anything, I'm sorry I put you in that situation with Mason. Um, we- we could have handled that better."

'Shy shrugged a little. "It's okay. It- It was my fault as well."

"It was no one's fault except Mason's. He didn't have to go crazy and sell you like that!"

She blinked and opened her mouth to say something, but changed her mind. Patrick waited and after a few moments she went on: "Well, I kinda understand it. We did steal from him, Pat."

"Only as a last resort. Without that, you'd still be in that stall right now!" The word was enough to bring back the memories and make her wince. Pat was immediately sorry. "Do you wanna stop?"

His dick almost hurt with the need to finish, but he could always do it with his hand. It wouldn't take more than a few strokes.

'Shy smiled up at him and put her forelegs against his arms. Her back legs weren't long enough to pull him closer, but she tried to wrap them around his ass anyway. "Keep going. You should finish," she said.

"Not if you're not enjoying it."

Her ears folded down for a moment and then sprang back. A sly, knowing smile spread across her muzzle and she suddenly bucked her hips. The sudden motion on his cock made Pat gasp. "Shut up and finish inside me!" 'Shy commanded.

It sounded more like her old self and he gladly bent down to share a kiss as he resumed his thrusting. With all the teasing and waiting it didn't take a whole lot longer before he felt that familiar, sweet pressure deep in his groin. "Almost-" he warned.

'Shy reached up to his head with her forehooves and pulled him against her mouth once more. She tentatively touched his tongue with hers, but then withdrew, inviting him. She didn't have to beg and Pat pushed into her mouth just as his cock was pushing into her passage.

He increased his pace and they both moaned together, their breath mingling. His thrusting was becoming erratic as he neared his peak.

'Shy broke her kiss just long enough to whisper: "Do it inside me!"

It was the last straw and Pat tensed as the wave travelled from his balls, up his length and spurted into Fluttershy's waiting womb. He moaned into her mouth and hilted himself deeper inside her as spasm after spasm rocked him. After his second spurt he felt 'Shy stiffen as well and her whimpers joined his. The feeling of his seed inside her had been enough to push her over the edge one more time.

They didn't dare to move, lest they somehow spoil this beautiful moment. Even as Pat's orgasm tapered off, he kept pushing into his lover to let her ride out her own climax. Eventually she let out a deep, final sigh and slumped down on the bed. Her legs fell away from Pat and she focused on her breathing.

"I think-" she said, gasping for air, "I think I- I needed that."

"Yeah, me too."

She was looking at him, intently, then bit her lip. Her ears folded down once more and fresh tears filled her eyes.

Patrick's gut nearly froze over at her expression. Had he just made a huge mistake?

"Pat-" she began, but stopped to gulp and her eyes slid away from his. "Pat- At the stall-"

She was about to tell him that she was raped, he knew it. Maybe he had just caused her irreversible damage. The realization made Pat's cock shrivel almost instantly and he slid out of her. He still held her, hoping it would give her some comfort. "Please remember I love you."

She shook her head and placed a careful hoof against his cheek. "Pat, I'm pregnant."

It felt like a slap and all he could do was gape. It was a good thing he was lying down, or he would have fallen over. "W-W-"

"They didn't rape me," 'Shy said, guessing his thoughts. "It was with a syringe." She was talking faster and faster, trying to get it out before her resolve broke. "T-They gave me a shot when I came to make my estrus come quicker. It- It wasn't too far off anyway. T-Then they used a syringe and..."

She didn't have to finish.

Finally Patrick was able to move and pushed himself upright. He belly was wet from her juices and the sheets were a mess, but all he could see was Fluttershy's belly. It looked normal, but suddenly he understood why she'd been holding his hand there so tightly.

"Are- Are you sure?"

She nodded urgently and put a hoof on her midriff to run it in small circles. "I am. I'm a mare, Pat. I just- kinda know." Her expression turned to pure panic. "Please don't be mad!" 'Shy whimpered. "I couldn't stop it! They just did it! I didn't get a say in it!" She sniffled and wiped at her eyes with a fetlock. "I was so afraid! I thought they'd take my foal away from me! That's why I wanted to d-die! I wanted us to die together so we wouldn't have to feel that pain!"

What else was there to do? Fluttershy needed him. Patrick swallowed his own lump and pushed his own worries aside.

"That's why I'm a bad pony," she whispered. "I'm a bad mother."

Pat hardly heard her words, he was already lost in the terrifying future. How would they even care for a foal? What would it do to their lives?

It didn't matter, not now. He shook his head and remembered the words she'd just said about herself. He reached out a hand to grasp her hoof. "You're not and it's okay. We'll manage somehow. You're not a bad pony for giving in to despair, not when they- when that happened."

One of her ears lifted slightly and 'Shy met his gaze. "You- you're not going to send me away? You're not disgusted?"

"No. I still love you," Patrick began, searching for better words. He thought of some and smiled. "I still want you. We'll figure something out."

Fluttershy's entire body shook as she tried to hold back the sob, but it burst out and she scrambled upright so she could throw herself in his welcoming hug. "Thank you!" she wept, "thank you, thank you, thank you! I know you didn't want foals, but- thank you!"

Patrick just patted her back. The one good thought about it all was that the birth would be many months away, which gave him time to get into a better financial situation. There'd be a lot of complications, but that could wait for a while.

First, he needed to get used to the idea.

Strangely enough, it didn't change how he felt about 'Shy. He still wanted to spend his life with her and what the world said could be damned.

"We'll figure it out somehow. Come on, let's get you that bath... and some breakfast."