Bucking Anonymous

“Thank you again for helping me,” Fluttershy said, unable to keep a bashful note from tinging her voice. “I know, I know. I’ve said it one too many times, haven’t I? But, um, really. Thanks. O-oh. I did it again, huh?”

Anonymous smiled and nodded patiently.

“Sorry,” she said softly. “I’m a bit nervous, I guess. Rarity and Pinkie Pie say I need to get more comfortable talking with ponies. Even though... you’re not a pony. But, um, well, you know what they meant, huh?”

Another patient nod.

The two worked in peaceful silence. Her animals were all fed by now, and retreated into their respective burrows, dens and hidey-holes as they patiently waited the coming dusk, and a warm, snuggly bed to carry them off into dreamland. Angel Bunny appropriated the couch, groaning, his belly fit to burst from gorging himself on his favorite dish. Fluttershy made sure to give him an extra-large, extra heavy portion to get him well and tuckered out.

And now the two of them went about their respective tasks within the peaceful cottage. Honestly, her sweeties could make such a mess when eating. She didn’t mind, though. The joyous looks on their happy little faces made it all worth it.

“Oh, are you done? I am too.”

Fluttershy found her eyes trailing down his torso. Anonymous chose a plain white shirt today, though he’d been taken aback by the surprisingly strenuous work that came with caring for and feeding so many animals. He’d also been kind enough to fix the worn wiring on her chickens’ fences, without her asking. She didn’t even plan on asking him to do so, but it was a nice gesture all the same. He’d been surprisingly nice and well behaved, actually. Far more so than what Twilight led her to believe.

Anonymous cleared his throat, and Fluttershy started. Her cheeks flushed, having been caught shamelessly staring at the outlines of his physique, so stark and defined by the thin fabric that clung to his sweat.

She coughed and said, “O-oh, my. Sorry. But, um, you are kind of sweaty, aren’t you?” She chanced a look to the stairs that led up to her bedroom. “That must be uncomfortable. Would you... would you like to take a shower?”

He agreed readily enough, and Fluttershy motioned him to follow up the stairs. Her bathroom was a bit small for somepony of his size, but he should be able to make use of it.

“Oh, that?” She asked, having noticed him stop at the threshold of her bedroom. “Well, yes, that’s my bedroom. The bath is over here, though.”

He stepped into the bedroom regardless, with an air of casual ease about him, as if he’d been here before. A flustered Fluttershy followed in his footsteps.

“Well, I suppose I could give you a quick tour,” she said uncertainly. “That’s my bed. It’s, um, it’s where I sleep. And there’s my vanity where... I... eep!” She bolted forward, grabbed the pink tail extension poking out one of the drawers and promptly shoved it in and out of sight.

“Y-yes, well. Let’s see to that shower then, shall we?”

Fluttershy turned to head out the door, but halted as she felt two hands coil around her barrel, resting firmly to her chest. She squeaked in surprise as she was deftly lifted off the floor.

“O-oh, my. I... I’m not sure we...”

Anonymous ignored her feeble protests, taking a seat at her unmade bed, setting Fluttershy down between his knees, hands still holding her up, her back parallel to his chest. Fluttershy closed her eyes and inhaled, taking in his spicy, musky, masculine scent – biting her lip, her legs rubbing together. His fingernails lightly scraped her chest, slightly buried under her tuft.

“It really was nice of you to help me out,” she said shakily. Anonymous hummed in agreement. He trailed his fingernails downward, sending shivers down her spine as he did so.

“I... I know Angel Bunny can be a bit much. Especially if you’re not used to him, so, um, thank you for being patient with him.” Another hum of agreement. His fingers trailed ever downward.

“The key is to give him what he wants at first, you see. He...” she bit back a groan. “He needs to reach an understanding with you. It’s a bit of a delicate balance a-and, and... and he doesn’t always meet you halfway, but—” her words trailed off, tapering into a squeaky whine as he took her teats and pressed them between her fingers.

“O-oh! Oh, my,” she gasped. “Ah... what was I saying?” He pinched them delicately and Fluttershy squirmed under his touch. “Haah... aah.” She gulped. “Um, well, you did help me out a lot today. S-so thanks. Again.”

Words then failed her, replaced with small gasps and squeaks as Anonymous continued to play with her. He was gentle. So gentle. Not at all like the rather unflattering portrayal Twilight painted for her. But he was firm. And a bit, well, pushy.

Even as she quaked and shivered under his touch, Anonymous trailed lower still, parting her crossed legs. A furious blush overtook her as her slickened marehood, prodded by Anonymous’ digits, produced a series of wet, unflattering noises. Fluttershy whimpered and brought up two hooves to cover her face in shame. Anonymous chuckled, ruffling her mane.

Fluttershy bit her lip and shivered, grunting as his fingers probed deeper inside her. They were smaller than a stallionhood, she thought idly, but far more pleasurable. Admittedly, she didn’t have much experience in the matter, having taken the odd stallion through the years, and those whom she did get intimate with never played with her marehood – too impatient, their cocks far too robust and clumsy when compared to those precise digits of his, that touched her in ways no stallion had before.

Fingers were wonderful, she decided. And dangerous. A mare could get addicted to this feeling. Honestly, it was rather unfair how much better they were than a hoof. But they then pulled out of her, to her mild dissatisfaction and as if taunting her, Anonymous held his hand before her, positively drenched in her fluids.

The shameful heat resurfaced on her cheeks and Fluttershy did her best to hide her burning face behind her hooves. Anonymous laughed and she found herself letting out a small huff of frustration. Honestly, he could be kind of a meanie.

He easily shifted her lithe frame, picking her up and turning her so they were both face to face. Fluttershy flinched as she felt his erection beneath the thin fabric of his pants, almost straining to connect with her burning marehood. A bit more creative angling and shuffling and it was free of its confines.

Fluttershy stared. Her hooves rested on his shoulders for support. True to Twilight’s testimony, it was different from a stallion’s. Most prominently the tip. It almost looked... cute? Anonymous broke her out of her reverie as he gripped her flanks and trailed her marehood up and down his shaft, using her own fluids to coat himself.

His intention clear, Fluttershy bit her lip, a creeping sense of uneasiness growing inside her. She’d always been a bit small down there and he was, well, not. And it had been some time since she’d been with a stallion. And maybe they should both stop before they went any further. Even as she tried to work up the courage to speak her doubts, Anonymous lined himself up with her marehood.

Fluttershy flinched, wincing, biting her lip as his tip pushed inside. It had been a while. And she was a bit small down there. And the prolonged dry spell meant she was even tighter than normal. It pushed deeper and she gasped, unable to hide a tinge of pain. Her body trembled, hooves clutched at his shoulders, wrapping around his neck. Anonymous hesitated, holding her in position for a moment. He began to lift her out, but Fluttershy surprised him by holding firm and staying in place.

“It’s okay,” she said. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. “Just, ah, try to be gentle. Please?”

Anonymous nodded and gradually lowered her down. Fluttershy pressed her forehead to his shoulder, eyes shut tight. Soft gasps and whimpers periodically left her as she took him in and when he at last filled her up in his entirety, Fluttershy let out a long breath of relief. She choked back a sob, her body trembling harder now. Anonymous stroked her mane with surprising care. With his other hand he rubbed circles on the space between her twitching wings.

Her forelegs were still clutched tightly around his neck, but if it gave him discomfort, Anonymous did not show it. Slowly, the pain faded, replaced now with the comforting sensations those hands of his granted with such seemingly little effort.

Now that her trembling ceased and her deathly grip upon his neck relaxed, Anonymous carefully lifted her by a few inches and set her down on his cock. Flutttershy hummed. She clenched tight around him. He did so again, a bit more forcefully. She gripped his cock harder still. Soon enough, their pace quickened and the pain faded away.

Fluttershy moaned, leaning into him. She felt his heart pound against her cheek; faster, harder. His grip tightened. His fingers sank into her supple flanks, easily lifting and slamming her back down on him. She helped a bit, angling her hips in a way to maximize the wonderful sensations. And how wonderful they were. She'd not felt this full--this satisfied--in a long time. She tried to reciprocate, to hopefully make him feel as good--as incredible--as he did her, but on he went, her climax neared, her mind went blank, and her body fell limp atop him.

Next she knew, Fluttershy now lay atop her bed. Anonymous loomed over her. His glistening skin rubbed against her belly and his hips thundered; slamming into her marehood. Fluttershy's eyes were glazed over. Anonymous pressed his face next to her--his heavy breaths punctuated by her own raspy breathing.

He was close. They both were. And when his fingers clenched, grabbing a rough fistful of her mane, Fluttershy gasped. She might have moaned. She might have screamed. This she didn't know, for when her climax came, it came hard. She did know that when his cock slammed into her and she felt his burning hot seed fill her womb, her mind went blank; her body stiffened and seized under the influence of the mind-melting orgasm.

When she did finally come to, she felt him pull out of her. His seed spilled out of her marehood and still with enough left over that she felt full regardless. What unnatural virility! It certainly made Twilight's stories a bit easier to believe.

Not that Fluttershy herself put much thought to them. She couldn't count the last time a stallion had so thoroughly exhausted her. Even now as her body gradually came down the shattering climax, she wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and sleep. Yes, a nice nap was exactly what she needed.

Anonymous had other ideas. She opened her eyes to see his stallionhood poking at her mouth, still coated in a mixture of them both. Did he... did he want her to clean it off? He didn't exactly give her a choice and pushed past her lips. It was strange, tasting herself along with him. Not unpleasant, but strange. She suckled and ran her tongue over it, cleaning it as best she could, and once he was satisfied, Anonymous lay down beside her.

Did he intend to stay the night? He was tall, her bed small, making it a rather cramped fit. Probably wouldn't matter. At this point Fluttershy felt she could sleep through anything. She closed her eyes and wondered when was the last time she'd had so good a rutting.

Meeting stallions did not come naturally to her. She knew she had a body and features most stallions would find attractive, yet her painfully shy nature soured any attempts at finding a prospective partner. She knew it may have been a bit selfish, but she preferred stallions to approach her. Not necessary for instigating a relationship but rather, a good old-fashioned rut. But her reputation was well known, and most stallions simply avoided her, possibly in an attempt to be mindful of her shy nature.

Anonymous though, wasn’t like that. He saw what he wanted and took it. It was somewhat refreshing. And if she were honest with herself (and not that she would ever, ever admit it to anypony) she might have kinda, sorta, maybe, possibly... asked for his help in the hopes of bringing about this very outcome. Did this make her a bad pony? She hoped not. And really, if one were to really think about it, it was Twilight’s fault Fluttershy herself even entertained the idea in the first place.

During one of their get-togethers, she and the girls decided to go for a night out on the town, where they proceeded to get well and truly ‘hammered’, as Rainbow Dash would say. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Applejack would sometimes bring some of her specialty hard cider, or Rarity some classy Prench wine, or Rainbow some mead she secured from a roaming griffon merchant.

On that particular night however, the six of them may have overindulged. Most tellingly the normally reserved Twilight. Drunk off her plot on mojitos, Manehattens, and Berry Punch’s special sarsaparilla surprise, Twilight got very chatty indeed. One way or another, his name came up in conversation, prompting a scowling, red-faced Twilight to embark on a prolongued and exhaustive rant about the many, many, many ways the carefree Anonymous got on her nerves.

“A-and, and... and he’s such a jerk!” The flushed Twilight slurred, using the hoof in which she held her drink to emphasize her point, the liquid inside spilling this way and that from the erratic movements. “I told him, ‘Anon! Don't forget to take out the trash today.’ And guess what he did.”

“““He hid the trash instead,””” her friends said wearily, having already heard this particular spiel at least three times this night.

“He hid the trash instead!” Twilight downed the rest of her drink. Strands of her mane coiled back like tightened springs. “And he had the gall to try and blame Owlowiscious for it!”

Fluttershy and the girls half-listened by this point, sure their nerdy overstressed friend would tire herself out eventually.

“Hun,” Applejack said. “I know you and that feller have a bit of a history and, well, you don’t have to answer if ya don’t want, but... why do you even put up with him if he drives you so batty?”

Twilight was half-listening herself by this point, craning her neck and waving a hoof to try and get Berry Punch’s attention. “Why do you think?” she snorted. “That cock of his, of course. Why else would anypony keep him around?”

Quiet she was not. Certainly not with all that drink in her system. Indeed, many a head turned her way, not that Twilight noticed. Berry Punch appeared as if by magic and set down a full glass before Twilight before melting back into the crowd.

Her friends shared astonished glances. They’d never heard her use this kind of language before. They watched as Twilight grabbed the glass with her hoof and throw its contents back as if they were water.

“So...” Pinkie said eventually. “Cock, huh?”

Twilight slammed the glass back down. “And literally his one redeeming quality! Did you know the first time we did it he bucked me for hours?”

Her friends' jaws went slack. The conversation around them hit a sudden wall as new ears swung in her direction.

Rarity gulped. “Hours, you say?”

“I could barely even walk the next day! Couldn’t... couldn’t...” she slurred, swaying in her seat, her cheeks a rosy red. “He had to help me use the bathroom. So embarrassing. A-and, and he just laughed!” So drunk off her plot, the purple pony swiped at the nearest glass of liquor—that of Fluttershy—and, scowling, brought it up to her lips, darkly muttering, “Ssshtupid buckin’ Anonymous.”

Rainbow fidgeted in her seat. By now Twilight polished off the rest of her appropriated drink and so Rainbow pushed her own still-mostly-full glass onto Twilight; a strawberry-jalapeno margarita. “So... hours, huh? What, uh, what exactly did you two do?”

“What didn’t we do?” Twilight muttered, taking the proferred drink, it spilling from the sides of her mouth as she brought it up. “Use your imagination. He did.” She burped. "A-and, and he's like an animal! N-no, he's... he's a freak! A menace! He'll do it anywhere." She gulped down the margarita, not even savoring it.

Applejack leaned in, pushing her mug of mulled mead onto the rambling mare. "Now when ya'll say anywhere..."

After draining the mug, Twilight said, "Anywhere. And he, and he... and he's so pushy! Remember the Hearth's Warming pageant?" Her friends perked up at this.

"So that's the reason you were late?" Pinkie said.

"Buckin' Anonymous," Twilight slurred. "I told him... I told I had to get to the thing," she waved a hoof. "He just. Would. Not. Stop. Had to blast him out th' window or there'd be no play."

"I thought you smelled a bit funny," Applejack muttered.

Rainbow gulped. Her wings twitched. Looking around the table, she could see her friends more or less mirrored her reaction. Fluttershy especially did a poor job at hiding her eagerness to hear more of the juicy details.

“He, uh,” Rainbow hesitated. “Did I tell you guys he invited me to a Wonderbolts show?” She fiddled with one of the napkins. “Yeah. Uh... some sweepstakes prize he won. Cloudside seats.”

Twilight peered at her past narrowed, slightly bloodshot eyes. “You going?”

Rainbow chuckled uneasily, rubbing the back of her head. “I mean, it’s not like it’s weird, right? Unless... I mean, are the two of you... o-or is that weird? Is it weird?”

“Just watch yourself,” Twilight warned in between bouts of crunching ice. “You... you’ll never know,” she hiccupped. “You’ll never know what he’ll try.”

Pinkie leaned in. “But you’re not, like, special someponies with him. Right? O-or is he your kind-of-special-but-not-really somepony? Someponies with benefits? Or is it one of those, eh, hate-rutting kinda deals?”

“Are you,” Twilight muttered, looking between her and Rainbow. “Oh, for--Discord’s breath, are you into him?”

"Pshh. No, no!" Rainbow said, looking away. "Not like... I mean--"

"I think what they're trying to say," Applejack cut in. "Is a mare can't help but wonder. Y'know, in account how you've been going on an on about the feller. A-and what--"

"What you two have done," Rarity finished. The others nodded.

Twilight snorted. "Please. We're not..." she swayed in her seat. "We're nothing like that. What do I care what he... what he does with..."

She gracelessly slumped forward, conking her muzzle onto the hard table and lay still.

The five mares shared glances. All of them shared a similar look; of flushed faces and guilty, slightly vacant eyes. Minds wandering. Somepony muttered how they should call it a night. Applejack eased the blacked out Twilight onto her back. Wordlessly, the five mares shuffled out of Berry Punch's bar and to their respective homes. They'd have a hay of a hangover to nurse the coming day, but for now they contended themselves with a soft bed and a good night's sleep.

...

And maybe a session or two with their various toys.

Twilight sure had her going, Fluttershy thought. Hours. Surely her friend was exaggerating. No stallion could last that long. Still, there'd been more than a grain of truth to it. Anonymous lasted quite a bit longer than she anticipated. Maybe they could make this a regular thing, assuming Twilight didn't take offense to it. Then again, she'd probably like the peace and quiet, having made no small amount of complaints how Anonymous' insatiable lust wreaked havoc on her carefully organized schedules.

Well, all of that could wait. A deep, hazy warmth settled over Fluttershy. Dreamland was calling... and suddlenly left as two hands grabbed onto Fluttershy's legs and yanked her downward. Her eyes snapped open to see Anonymous kneeling before her, legs held high in his hands and down there, impossibly, his stallionhood stood again at full mast, ready to enter.

She looked up with wide-eyed astonishment as Anonymous grinned cockily down at her. Any exhaustion had all but left him, if it had even been there in the first place. Fluttershy gulped. His stance and body forebode a barely restrained, gnawing hunger.

Did you know the first time we did it he bucked me for hours?

"Eep!"

As Anonymous plunged inside her, Fluttershy came--too little, to late--to the realization she should have taken Twilight's warnings a bit more seriously.