Flitter, My Love

“You’ve been a naughty colt, haven’t you Rumble?” Flitter asked the young pony, an alluring smile gracing her lips. Using her right hand to get a firm grip on Rumble’s arm, she used her left to wipe the hot, sticky substance off her cheek. She took her eyes off the colt for a brief second, looking at the seed that stained her cheek, before looking back at Rumble with the same alluring smile. “And just what is this?”

Rumble didn’t understand what was going on. Why wasn’t she mad for what he had just done? Why was she acting this way? Had... Had she actually been turned on by him violating her? Before he had the chance to ask her, or even speak, he felt himself being tugged onto the bed. Within seconds, Flitter had managed to pull him in, getting on top of him and pinning him to the bed as she pressed down on his shoulders.

“You thought you could just do whatever you wanted to my body, simply because I was asleep?” She leaned forward, resting her head next to his. “Naughty little colts need to be punished for their wicked crimes.” She whispered softly, blowing into his ear shortly after. She could feel Rumble trying to squirm from underneath her, trying to escape. Stifling herself from giggling as she watched the young colt becoming uncomfortable, she slowly let go of his left shoulder, shifting her weight to that side to make sure he couldn’t run away.

“P-Please Flitter, I-I promise I won’t do it again! You’re- Ah!”

Rumble yelped as he felt something crawling on his skin, creeping underneath his shirt. Looking at what had startled him so, he only managed to tense up more as what startled him turned out to be Flitter’s hand, caressing his stomach and chest. Next came his ear, as he could feel the teeth of the mare gently biting down on the side. ‘Why is she doing this?’ He thought to himself, and began to think back to the fantasies in his head. ‘It wasn’t suppose to happen like this! Oh Celestia, I’m so sorry. I never should have-’

Once again he felt himself be cut off, be it his voice or thoughts, as the hand he felt on his chest found a new target, one that was lower than his stomach. “Flitter, p-please, stop!” He pleaded, finally using his common knowledge of trying to push her off with his own hands, but to no avail. Flitter was pushing all of her weight onto him, being too much for the colt’s own body. He did not give up though, as he continually tried to push her off, but as he did so, he could feel his own body betray him.

As Flitter continued to rub the cloth that separated her hand from Rumble’s crotch, she could feel the bulge that was there becoming larger. Always she had used a replica, a fake, a toy, and always she couldn’t find the satisfaction that came with it. She would always try to imagine that it was the real thing, pulsating inside her as it would let out a stream of the same white, sticky substance that stained her face moments ago, but it would always end up in a failure. No matter how she tried, she could never find the answer as to why she couldn’t enjoy it. Then came Rumble.

The first time they had met nearly a year ago when her sister had begun to date the elder brother, she could see it in his eyes, that he had fallen for her. She brushed it off, finding it cute in a way that the colt had a crush on her, and pretended to ignore the glances he would give her as she turned her head away. Dressing up in provocative clothing in front of the young, impressionable colt to tease him, she would always manage to hold back her laughter as Rumble’s eyes seemed to have popped out of their sockets, and quickly turn his head away, embarrassed. As time went on though, those feelings of innocence and playful behavior seemed to have vanished in her.

Constantly being forced to watch the little pony, Flitter could feel herself change around him, a feeling growing inside of her that told her that he was to be only hers, and she only his. That she needed him, to be one with him. Her mind on the other hand, told her otherwise.

‘Nonsense.’ She would think to herself, trying to convince herself otherwise. Going out to nightclubs with her sister and friends when they had the chance, she would hook up with some handsome looking stallion trying to find a good time, and be brought back to his place. Although not too many times she did this, she always felt empty at the end. By trying to look for a coltfriend of her own, by trying to fill in the gap that was there, she would ironically make herself want the grey colt more. Kinder, more gentle, and cuter to boot, he stood out more than any other stallion.

‘But what if sister found out? What if he gets over me and becomes too late for me? What if I go through with it? What if word gets out about us if we do get together?’ These thoughts would always plague her mind, the fear of loving one not of legal age. The feelings though, would always remain, and those feelings, they would finally overtake her logic tonight.

Rumble had snuck into her room late at night, violating her as she slept. Her prayers to Luna for a way to be with the colt had finally been answered. Granted, not in a way she appreciated, but she would take what she could get! Tonight she would finally be able to be one with him.

“Rumble.” She cooed, making Rumble tense up once more. Finally letting herself giggle a bit at the reaction of the young colt, she was able to find the courage to let him know of how she really felt about him. “Rumble, what do you think about me?” She asked him, moving off his ear and letting herself go down to his cheek, kissing it tenderly as she waited for a response.

“W-W-What do I think?” He repeated, still shocked at her actions. With her hand still on his crotch, stroking his now semi-hardened member through his pajama bottoms as she continued to kiss him on the cheek, he could no longer deny his destiny. The destiny to embrace Flitter and fuck her. “I-I, I love you!”

Finally hearing the colt confess out loud, Flitter stopped her kissing his cheek and smirked. “Good boy.” She said with one last kiss.

Getting off the colt, she turned her entire body so that her marehood faced the colt’s muzzle, droplets of the juices that had been pouring out as she imagined all the things she was going to do to him falling onto his face. Unsure what was about to happen, Rumble tried to speak up. “Flitter? W-What’s go -mmph!”

He was quickly silenced though as Flitter sat properly on his face, holding in a shriek of delight and biting her lip as the sensation of her exposed snatch rubbed against him, any type of movement sending a wave of ecstasy through her. Managing to calm herself down enough to talk, she turned her head to the colt’s face, who continued to wriggle around beneath her. “Rumble.” She squeaked out, biting her lip again as he tried to move his head side to side, but was firmly held in place by her hips. The movement died down though, as the colt’s face began to turn blue. ‘Oh right, he needs to breath.’

Lifting her weight off him, Rumble began to hack and cough profusely, finally being able to breath. A small, sticky strand of her natural lubrication left his lips, breaking apart, his face had now stunk of her scent. Breathing in the scent of his love and his young mind becoming almost intoxicated by the smell, he could feel himself finally standing fully upright and at attention in the lower portion of his body. “F-Flitter.” He called out weakly. “W-What’s happening with me? I feel, I feel so hot!”

“That’s good, Rumble.” Flitter said calmly, lowering her head to Rumble’s pajama bottoms. “Just relax and do what you need to do, alright?” She asked, wiggling her marehood in front of him. He nodded slowly, his mind feeling light headed and free of any burden. Placing his hands on her hips, he brought his head up to her vagina without second thought, licking the juices that dripped down her legs, all the way back up to the source.

Flitter felt a shiver down her spine as she felt the tongue go up her leg. The warm, slimy feeling making its way up to her moist, aching marehood. Once the tongue reached, she arched her back, her wings fully unfurled as she could feel the young boy begin to pleasure her once more. ‘It’s not fair for me to be the only one feeling pleasure though.’

Focusing her gaze down the bulge inside Rumble’s bottoms, she lowered her head once more down to it and removed the cloth covering the sensitive tool. Upon seeing it for truly the first time of the night, standing tall and upright, ready for whatever assault that was to come. Reaching one hand out, she wrapped it around the shaft gently, feeling it twitch slightly at her touch.

Stroking it with her thumb a bit, she could feel the warmth radiating from it. The smell of it, the smell of cum, sweat, and piss. Not properly washed for days, this would have possibly offended anypony else. To her though, this was an offensive odor she just couldn’t get enough of, as it belonged to little Rumble. Rubbing her face along the shaft and taking a deep inhale of the scent, she let out a pleasurable sigh.

She began to tug at the pony dick with her hand, rubbing it up and down as her breath tickled the sensitive organ. Just as she was about to begin to indulge herself in licking the piece of meat in front of her, another of wave pleasure coursed through her body as Rumble began to bite down softly on the exposed clitoris. “A-Ahh, n-no fair! That’s my- Ahh!” Flitter squealed as Rumble continued to tease the mare.

Wanting to get revenge for the foul play, Flitter wrapped her lips around the tip of Rumble’s penis, and slowly began to engulf the entire piece of meat in her mouth. Even though he was so young, Flitter could barely fit the entire rod in her mouth. The tip hitting the back of her throat, Flitter had begun to gag on the tool, but was determined to not lose to the colt. Despite her attitude though, she continued to whimper as Rumble kept pleasuring her, the moans vibrating against his dick. This, with the addition of the tightness of her entire mouth wrapped around his member, was becoming too much for Rumble.

Tilting his head back from the lower mouth of the mare, Rumble’s face scrunched up as he could feel his penis getting ready to cum. The pleasure being too much, he could give no verbal warning to the unsuspecting mare as the sticky, white goo made it’s way out. Flitter paid no heed to the warning signs of the ejaculation coming, her mind ironically, too occupied on getting Rumble to cum.

The first spurt shot right down her throat, nearly causing her to choke on the sticky substance. Unable able to fully grasp as to what was happening, the second spurt had hit the back of her throat once more, the force causing her swallow the penis milk before almost choking on it again. Rumble pushed his hips forward each time a spurt came out, always hitting the back of Flitter’s throat, never letting her get away as she was forced to continue drinking his jizz just to survive.

Finally, after a four or five spurts, Rumble’s hips collapsed onto the bed, a strand of saliva and cum leaving Flitter’s mouth as she managed to gasp for air. Panting briefly as he settled down, Rumble looked back up at the marehood that faced him. He raised his head a bit, enough to reach the glorious pink folds in front of him, and gave the folds one last lick before bringing his head back down. This entire time, Flitter had been coughing up a storm, trying to clear her throat out of all the white junk that plagued it.

With his muscles relaxing, and with how late it was, Rumble had begun to fall asleep. Flitter too had been tired, but had been frustrated that she could not reach her climax before the colt beneath her. However, she was determined to do so.

Wiping her mouth of any extra seminal fluids, Flitter climbed off Rumble, repositioning herself over the now-shrinking penis. Noticing that it was becoming flaccid, Flitter huffed in frustration. ‘I should have known.’ She thought, only to hear a great big yawn coming from underneath her. Upon seeing that little Rumble had begun to fall asleep, her face deadpanned, not at all amused at the turn of events. ‘Of course, how typical.’

She turned to the clock, expecting it to still be early in the night and that she could wake him to continue on, only to find that it had been well past one in the morning. She grumbled a bit, still hot and horny while her new possible boy toy slept beneath her. Getting off Rumble and off the bed, she leaned down and picked up the pink vibrator off the floor, ready to go into her sister’s room to finish off the night. Walking towards to the door, she put her hand on the handle, ready to go, but stopped for a moment.

She turned her head to the bed where Rumble laid, and smiled. Walking back over to him, she leaned down to his head, brushing her hair out of the way of their faces with her free hand. She looked at him for a few moments, holding back laughter as she noticed that his face was still wet. She could only presume that the juices that were smeared on him belonged to her. “Goodnight, my little stud.” She said softly, gracing his lips with her own right after, cuddling up next to the grey and black colt as she fell into slumber.

Author's Note

So, not gonna lie, I spent almost no time getting this chapter done. No time on any of my stories for that matter. For those who follow my main profile know why. For those who don't, well, tons of things happened that made me get zero writing done during the entire fall/winter transition period. This isn't my number one priority if I do get back into my writing, I don't know whether I'll continue with this or not, or make a one-shot of some kind. I'm not as talented or willing as other authors out there who constantly work on other clopfics, so don't be sad if this one seems to drop off the face of the planet.