Lunch At Fluttershy's

by Mashmaster

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Dark, Romance
Length: 1096

Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy enjoy a positively... sensual lunch together.

Pinkie Pie has lunch at Fluttershy's cottage. However, not all is what it seems.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-03 14:30:01 UTC

FlutterPie

Today was an exciting day for Pinkie Pie. It was even more exciting and special than every other day that week. Today she was going to have lunch with one of her bestest friends in the whole wide world. Sure, she'd been to lunch before but today was going to be different. Very different. Even as she knocked on the cottage door she could feel the telltale weight of her surprise.

The door swung outwards to reveal the shy yellow pegasus, "Oh, hello Pinkie."

"Hi Fluttershy!" said Pinkie, wasting no time as she leaped into action. "I know your the host but I couldn't resist-" Pinkie stopped as suddenly as she had started, her mouth agape as she stared at the bowl of fruit on the table. "What are they?"

Fluttershy made her way over to see what had transfixed the bubbly pink pony. "Um, the peaches?"

"That's a peach?" a huge smile split her face, "Oh my gosh, how did you know I've never had an peaches before?" Pinky giggled wildly as she bounced around the table, "I've read about them in cookbooks and talked about them and even used them in recipes but I've never really eaten one!" Pinkie turned, suddenly quiet and asked Fluttershy a wordless question.

"Would you like one, Pinkie?" The answer was written across Pinkie's face. "Just wait for me. I'll be back in a moment."

As the pink mare picked the peach out of the bowl Fluttershy turned away to get something. Fluttershy is so kind, thought Pinkie, if only there was something I could do to say thank you. She looked lower and suddenly felt tempted.

Pinkie leaned forward and nuzzled the smooth skin in front of her. She thought she heard Fluttershy say something but it didn't matter to her. Nothing mattered but this moment. She used her hooves to spread Fluttershy's forbidden fruit and tentatively licked it. It was sweet, she wasn't sure why she had thought it would taste sour or salty. It was good.

She began to eat it out, biting into it when she couldn't resist any longer. The taste was new and very, very good. Pinkie didn't waste a single bit of the heavenly fruit, licking the inside of the fruit after every bite, not wanting to miss a single sensation this wonderful thing could offer. She just forced her muzzle into the opening. It was a very strange way to each a peach.

Juices ran down her muzzle and neck as she pushed her tongue deeper, not wanting to miss a single spot. Soon her tongue was so deep that it encountered some kind of resistance. Pinkie pulled out a little and ran her tongue around the inside, taking in every every little nuance of flavor, every texture, every little bit of the experience. She finally pulled back, having completely eaten it out, and saw the surprised look on Fluttershy's face.

When she found her breath she said "That was a really good peach! What were we talking about?"

Fluttershy had to gather her wits after seeing her friend demolish the peach in such an unusual manner. "You couldn't resist...?"

"Oh yeah!" and that was the moment she started to sing.

I made this for you Fluttershy,

'cause it's a special day.

It's the day before tomorrow,

In a very special way.

I did it for the smile,

It's that look in your eyes.

I really want to see your face

When you get a-

She pulled something out of her saddlebag and, using her 'inside voice', shouted "Surprise!"

Fluttershy blushed at her friend's generosity, "Oh Pinkie, you shouldn't have."

Suddenly Pinkie plunged the knife into the butter-coloured mare. Slowly and delicately she cut through the right foreleg, being careful so as to make a clean cut. Everything else was ignored as she did what she did best. Red liquid oozed from the cut as she worked but she was only mildly aware of it. She continued onto the other foreleg, taking even longer to remove it than before.

She needed to take it slowly. She always had to take it slowly. If she didn't, the cut would be too rough. If it was too rough, somepony might notice. If somepony noticed, they might get sad or angry. It might ruin their day. She knew it was good to take it slowly though, to savour the feeling as she made the first incision, the feel of the blade gliding on through.

She brought the knife up for another cut. The red ooze dripped from the pink-handled blade.

"Pinkie?"

Pinkie paused in her work, knife still held obove the neck, and looked into Fluttershy's eyes. "Yes?"

"We only need two pieces."

Pinkie put the knife down and facehoofed. "Of course! Sorry Fluttershy, force of habit." She picked up each of the pieces and placed each of them on a plate. "That's strange. The filling should have set by now."

"That's really good Pinkie," said Fluttershy as she tilted her head to get a better look, "it looks just like me." She gave the pink hair a poke with her hoof and quietly said "Is that cotton candy?" and then at her regular volume: "What kind of cake is it?"

"It's a super special recipe! I found it beneath a floorboard while I was cleaning the loft. I think I might have written it, I'm not sure. Cakes aren't as important as things like birthdays."

So they both sat down in Fluttershy's cosy living room and with a smile Pinkie raised her fork as a toast. "Happy one-hundred-and-seventy-three-days-until-your-birthday-day Fluttershy." Fluttershy just giggled quietly.

They both cut a bit of cake off with their forks, the sensual smell of sugar, strawberry and... something else making their mouths water. It was delicious.

Too delicious.

Both mares doubled over as they felt something strange welling up from inside their bodies. They lost control of their muscles, their minds went mostly blank and...

The cake was positively orgasmic.

They spent the next few hours moaning, writhing and ruining Fluttershy's couch together as their bodies were wracked with pleasure, and all Pinkie could do was laugh. Of course, she thought, that's why they call it 'wivesbane'.

Meanwhile, in the Everfree Forest, two bears were fucking. Then one exploded into a shower of blood and gore. The other one kept on going. I'M A BEAR! it thought, staring out into the distance, WHY DOES MY FOOD SCREAM WHEN I CATCH IT!

But there were no answers to be found in the clearing that day.

The End