Fluttershy thought the perfect night could not exist. Especially not here in the garden of her worst nightmares.
It wasn’t an unpleasant garden by any means. Quite the opposite, in fact. The night skies were bound by a thick blanket of sparkling shimmers, a purple mist and a picturesque full moon, just as they had been on that fateful disaster’s night. The sounds of critters scampering underhoof and climbing across the boughs of mighty oaks and spry, ancient cedars, birds chirping and the distant voices of pony dilettantes filled the humid summer’s night air.
But this night was different from that long-ago one. The animals of Canterlot Gardens, once so distrustful of her, had grown to embrace the animal aficionado on this, her third trip to the Grand Galloping Gala in as many years. Fluttershy’s friends, having finally gotten used to the formality of rubbing shoulders with royalty, weren’t under the intense strain they used to feel and each felt comfortable in their place, setting aside their mission-objective mentalities and enjoying the party in their own special way.
This left Fluttershy alone, to enjoy Canterlot the way it was intended.
Her teal eyes caught sight of a bush covered with big blue flowers, the same hue as her butterfly earrings and broach cinched to her gala dress, and she couldn’t help but breathe in their sweet and fertile floral scents deeply. Completely at peace, she sighed contently as the tiny voices of her animal friends tickled her long and slightly tufted ears. One affectionate and adventurous squirrel, who had been perched atop her splayed wings, climbed up her neck and wrapped its tiny legs around one of her ears, nuzzling it at the base.
But he was far from the only denizen of the gardens present as the cardinal perched atop her ear made a discordant twittering protest at the squirrel; Fluttershy winced slightly as she felt its grip tighten across its long, tapered tip.
Even though it caused her a brief moment of pain, she smiled. “Now, now, Ronald Cardi! Squirrely G isn’t going to take my ear away from you. He only wants to share!”
The blue jay atop her other ear tweeted mockingly at the cardinal before it too offered a shrill voice of protest before flying away as a chipmunk wrapped its entire body around the auricle’s base, chip-chipping happily as it greedily clutched its prize which drooped under its weight like a lop-eared bunny. But not for long as Fluttershy flashed the other animals a grin and snapped her ear upright once more, causing the chipmunk to slide back down like a firepony responding to a five-alarm blaze.
Fluttershy giggled as the blue jay returned to his perch atop her ear. “You win this one, Mister Jacob! But don’t worry Chip Chipperson, you’ll get your turn in fifteen minutes as promised.”
The rest of the animals piped up, each reminding her of their place in the ‘ear perching queue’.
“Goodness! You little guys remind me of the pegasus foals I grew up with in Cloudsdale, always wanting to perch in the scary high places. You’re just like Rainbow Dash, always so brave!” Fluttershy praised as her ear swiveled, sending Jacob the Blue Jay soaring into the sky again as she caught the sound of a larger pair of wings on the heavy, perfumed air. The sound only barely registered between a ghost and a whisper but it was loud enough for the pegasus mare to track. The other animals hadn’t noticed but felt her stiffen, and they were now asking each other and Fluttershy what was wrong.
“Somepony’s coming!” Flutter announced in alarm.
At the sound of Fluttershy’s words, the animals all ran and hid, save for the chipmunk who burrowed into her soft, pink mane like a silken shrub. She wasn’t at all surprised given how much they distrusted anypony not working at the Canterlot Gardens full-time, being mostly being animal rescues, which was something she’d had to learn the hard way the first time she visited to disastrous results.
Given how many unfamiliar ponies were present, they were especially skittish during the Grand Galloping Gala. She frowned at all the stress that the animals were feeling and wished their say on who could and could not enter the garden would be taken more seriously by the Princesses and other royal ponies.
Oh, my. I’d better hide, too! What if they want to say hello to me? I’m not sure I could handle it! She thought and with an eep, Fluttershy dove face-first into a conveniently thorn-free bush nearby. Only her ears, deployed like a pair of satellite dishes, could be seen poking out of the leafy fortress, shifting slowly left to right, scanning the skies for danger.
The whispering of wings was growing louder and louder, Fluttershy’s fears intensifying until, trembling, she’d closed her eyes against the night. Finally, it was silenced by a loud thud that made the earth shake — the tremors felt from the tufts of her ears to the very tip of her tail.
Fluttershy raised a hoof to her mouth to muffle another eep. The intruder upon her garden paradise was directly in front of her. It might even be looking right at her, though it gave no outward sign. It might be a pegasus pony but could also be a dragon, given its larger lungs than what you’d expect, breathing in a shallow but steady rhythm. Its heart was likewise beating at a normal rate, but was pumping far more blood than usual judging by the explosive sound coming from its chest, not to mention the sound of its last meal pushing its way deafeningly through its intestines.
Having heard enough, Fluttershy lowered her significant sonic periscopes back into the bush.
Don’t eat me, I’m small! Don’t eat me, I’m small! Fluttershy recited her old frightened foal mantra to herself in her head, slowly opening one eye and looking up from the dirt. She was greeted by a familiar and not unwelcome sight.
An enormous, shiny pair of laden stallion apples greeted her suddenly wide eyes. They were wrapped tightly inside of an equally impressive ivory sac covered in a thin layer of alabaster fur so pale it glowed in the dappled moonlight filtering in through the canopy above.
Her jaw suddenly agape at the exceptional show of male attributes, Fluttershy mouthed the word, ‘wow’ before continuing her exploration of the newcomer with a newfound interest, devouring his masculine form with the full attention of both of her eager eyes.
The more she saw of him, the more she liked it. His rump rippled like the rolling sea with muscles across both of his vast glutes; the cropped sandy blonde tail hovering between them appeared almost comically small by comparison.
It also didn’t hide much; Fluttershy’s eyes grew larger as he swished his tail aside enough that she could ogle his impressively prominent tailhole, leaving her taking in every detail of the puffy ebon ring of muscle, which was as well-toned as the rest of his impressive backside. She could imagine a stallion doing the very thing to him that nature would never allow her to do. But a mare had more than her fair share to give such a fine rear end the attention it deserved.
Fluttershy’s tongue was fully extended, her neck peeking out from her bush when the sound of gossamer wings cutting through the humid night reached her exaggerated auricle sensory arrays. “Eep!” She pulled her head back into the bush just as the stallion began to turn around.
“Huh?” The muscled male specimen said in an oafish grunt. “Aw, great. The squirrels are watching me! Gotta make this quick!” He straddled his hind legs and sighed, aiming his massive erection at a pile of mulch surrounding the base of a big fir tree.
“Bulk Biceps! Wait up!” A second male voice came from somewhere above Fluttershy’s head, landing next to the startled snowy stallion. “And just where does your royal swoleness think he’s going without a proper gentlecolt’s duel?”
The two colts turned to face each other properly, both fully erect and twitching impatiently. Fluttershy covered her flush face and dropped-open muzzle with her hooves, trying not to squee with delight. Two stallions? How interesting!
“You’re drunk, Thunderlane,” Bulk said, with a note of compassion that caught Fluttershy by surprise. “I told you to stay at the party for your own good. You can’t outdrink me because you’re not as big as me. After downing eight Sweet Apple Acre Special Reserve Ales from that one mare, you could have crashed!”
“Crashed? Bah!” Thunderlane waved a dismissive hoof, wobbling so hard afterwards that he had to extend his wings to help steady himself. He managed to stay upright if only barely, though his dangling malehood swayed enticingly beneath him, drawing Fluttershy’s gaze to it. “Save your sympathy, musclehead! I’m calling you out because I’m not only am I hotter than you, but I can pee further than you.” The lean, muscled gray-coated stallion thumped his chest. “That’s right, I said it!”
Bulk snorted and tossed his head, his red eyes glinting dangerously. “Oh, for… Thunderlane, this has to stop. You’ve drunk yourself bisexual again. What would Blossomforth say?”
“Look but don’t touch, sweetie!” Thunderlane affected a feminine voice as he bent low, his rump facing Bulk as he gave his cropped silvery-blue tail an upward flick — the latter’s cheeks changing to match his eye color. “That’s exactly what she’d say!”
After staring for a moment, Bulk shook his head sharply and grumbled. “That filly really needs to keep you on a leash.”
“Who says she doesn’t?” Thunderlane flicked his tail at Bulk again, thrusting his rear back towards the other male.
“TMI.” Bulk gave a needy groan, his eyes roaming back to the tree he’d been aiming at. “Fine! You win, Thunderlane. My eyeballs are floating right now and I’ve really got to pee. I accept your challenge!”
“Only if you call me by my true name!” Thunderlane said in a teasing way that reminded Fluttershy strongly of his deadbeat useless brother.
“Okay, okay…” Bulk cleared his throat. “Bisexual Thunder, your pee stream having been proven strong in so many a battle, I recognize your worthiness as a foe! The victor of the contest shall bear the title of Supreme Chug-a-lug and the vanquished shall refer only to the victor as such from today forward. Or until one of us forgets this ever happened. Now, uh, stand next to me so we can get this over with… or something or other.”
“Now that’s more like it! Now prepare for your downfall, former Supreme Chug-a-lug!” Thunderlane strutted forward and back before an annoyed look from Bulk seemed to compel him to stand next to Bulk Biceps, leaving both stallions’ rears now facing Fluttershy.
Oh, my! A real stallion’s duel. Wait until I tell Twilight about this! It might not be as scientifically useful as studying Pinkie Pie’s disaster-causing leg twitches, but Fluttershy was convinced such observations would be much more rewarding and stimulating to her, nonetheless.
“On the count of three, we release our pee!” Bulk Biceps announced to the entire garden as Fluttershy held her breath. And she wasn’t the only one as Chip Chipperson, who had been hiding inside of Fluttershy’s mane, poked his head out and trembled in apparent anticipation. “One… two… three!”
A pair of satisfied groans filled the air, followed by a deafening splatter of flowing water against the trunk of a tree that filled Fluttershy’s ears with ecstasy. Her equally wide eyes took in the sight of two handsome stallions until her nose likewise twitched at the unmistakable scent of male pheromones wafting on the gentle breeze. Her teats began to swell as the alcohol-tinged effuse intensified, their urine also smelling slightly sweet from Applejack’s exotic ales.
The distant sensation of twigs scratching harshly against her ears did not perturb her as she crept forward, leaves rustling slightly as she closed the distance between her and the sight of masculine delights dangling freely mere feet in front of her nose.
But either due to their own inebriation or the fact that they were so intent on forcing their streams ever further along the ground, the pair of stallions didn’t notice her. “Yo, yo, YO! Don’t cross the streams, bro!” Bulk Biceps gave a shutter that sent his stream zig-zagging off into an ocean of buttercups, which bent slightly under their impact but otherwise merely glistened afterwards.
“Aw shoot! Look, you made me pee on the flowers. They didn’t deserve that.” He made no mention of the stream cutting across the back of his front-left leg, spraying himself in the process.
What a Gentlecolt to put a flower’s well-being ahead of his own! Fluttershy admitted to herself that only a caring soul such as his would concern himself with the effects his pee was having on the balance of nature. A mighty fir tree might be mildly inconvenienced by the indignity of being peed on by lesser creatures, but a tiny buttercup might never recover from such bullying! She shuddered to think about what sorrow a flower-turned-villain, lacking a pony’s soul, might bring to the world.
“Oh, a little leakage? Guess the pressure’s getting to you, eh Snowy?” Thunderlane said airly, his potent stream continuing to flow without ebbing and reaching an impressive distance an entire body length in front of his head. “Come on, buddy. Have a little fun. Just because our honor as stallions is on the line doesn’t mean we lose our sense of humor.”
“Ha! You won’t be so cocky or as bisexual when you wake up tomorrow morning with a hangover and an inadequate stream. Bring it on!” Bulk Biceps retorted, only intensifying his stream further, pushing it past the point Thunderland had reached by drilling a divot into the fresh mulch with untamed masculine fury as barely-yellow foam poured from the expanding borehole.
“You’re on, Snowy! Let’s see if you can overcome my drunken Wonderbolt technique…” Thunderlane increased his stream to match his rival’s before twitching his stallionhood up toward his belly, creating a hypnotic undulating spiral that snaked across the rough surface of the fir tree like a pegasus-caused tornado repeatedly looping over a highway.
“Show off!” Bulk gave the smaller stallion a gentle bump with his hip, causing Thunderland to fire wild and soak the back of his front-right leg.
“You son of a-” Thunderlane began to say.
“Now we’re even, buddy!” Bulk replied in a low growl.
“Oh, yeah?” Thunderlane hissed back at him.
“Yeeeeeeeah!” Bulk roared with savage glee as the pair began to laugh maniacally, outdoing themselves at every turn with feats of hydraulic stuntwork that left Fluttershy dripping fragrant honey from her feminine nest as much as the trees and shrubs in front of the pair were now dripping with pungent urine.
Omigosh, I can’t take it! Fluttershy heard the bushes behind her ruffle as her tail began to twitch frantically of its own accord, followed by a loud snapping sound. Oh no! Fluttershy watched as the butterfly-shaped hairband, tastefully picked out for her to wear by Rarity, fell away from the base of her tail, leaving behind a messy tangle of fur to entangle itself more and more with each wild swing through the twigs and brush.
And yet, the two well-watered stallions noticed nothing, whooping and cheering each other on as they continued to empty their overfull and seemingly bottomless bladders.
But she was not distracted for long when she turned her gaze once more to the male pair before her, their swishing tails revealing their sacs and sphincters repeatedly to her hungry eyes; the searing burn of male musk overwhelming her olfactory organ while the sight of ripe, stallion plums dancing before her was simply too inviting to ignore.
Her ears splayed back like a fennec at full sprint, Fluttershy felt her dominant front-right hoof take command of the situation, leaving her good judgment back at the cottage and bejeweled mithril slipper studded with yellow diamonds, left resting in the grass in front of her. The soft-padded surface of her inner hoof snaked silently beneath her now openly flailing tail, coming to rest atop two thick mounds of toughened, well-used labia majora.
Fluttershy gave a frustrated little meep. Why can’t ponies have such exquisite and flexible fingers as dragons do? She lamented internally. Her feminine flower nibbled at her hoof in an act of futility, trying to grasp the blunt appendage as if it were a stallionhood and milk it for all of its sweet stallion creme as she gently parted her quivering lips and received a teasing poke from her winking clitoris. She muffled her moan as a surge of pleasure jolted her hind legs.
By all four Alicorn sisters, I need more! Fluttershy crept her wings back now, moving carefully so as not to snag them as she had her tail, running them down the length of her barrel, resisting the urge to giggle as her primaries tickled bare skin beneath the fur until she was able to cup her ample rump in them. Satisfied that nopony was watching, she gave them both a squeeze.
“A-ah!” A gasp escaped her as a trickle of marecum ran down her inner thigh. The grasp of her wings spread her lower entrance wide, sending a fresh stream tumbling down her backside, flowing warm and thick before the night air chilled it against her fluffy body. But she couldn’t stop there. Not when the beast inside of her demanded more.
Her right wing drew further down her rump, creasing her fur as she spread her entrance wider. Thunderlane’s stream was beginning to ebb. He cried out “no!” as Bulk Bicep’s cheered again with a powerful “yeeah!” The strength of Fluttershy’s idol’s pee stream was truly unprecedented, never ebbing even as Fluttershy pierced her filly fun zone with one of her long, elegant primary feathers, hoping his flow would never stop..
All at once, Thunderlane’s stream died entirely as Fluttershy climaxed, squealing in unbridled ecstasy as she loosed bolts of feminine fire into the enchanted night.
Stunned, the two silent stallions slowly turned to face her, mouths agape, only a few dribbles left falling from their suddenly softening shafts.
“That did not… just… happen, my dude!” Thunderlane whispered to his friend, his eyes never leaving Fluttershy.
“It did happen! And now she’s seen too much! Bros everywhere look down on us for revealing the secrets of the bro to unsuspecting females. The dishonor weighs upon my very soul…” Bulk Biceps hung his head.
With a nervous glance at both him and Fluttershy, Thunderlane cleared his throat and stepped back, suddenly sober again. “If you, uh, need me, I’ll be on my way before Blossomforth finds me here and claims my pelt as a trophy. And worse, turns my brohood into a toy she keeps on her shelf. Later stud!” With a pat of a hoof to Bulk Bicep’s side, Thunderlane launched off into the sky, leaving only the two pegasi staring at each other in awkward silence.
Fluttershy winced, noting Bulk Bicep’s flattened ears and flushed face. “O-oh dear…I, um… sorry?”
Bulk Biceps scratched his dirty blonde mane, his countenance screwed up in the fashion of one engaged in quick thinking. “So, uh, do you come here often, Fluttershy?”
It was Fluttershy’s turn to do some quick thinking as the void of silence stretched on for second and after second. “Oh! Um, yes. It’s very… peaceful here! Yeah…”
Bulk Biceps rested on his haunches, his softened stallionhood slowly stiffening as he pressed his forehooves together in apparent apprehension. “You’re one of Twilight’s friends, right? The one who loves caring for animals. I guess I should have waited for one of the outhouses to open up but the lines… ponies are waiting for over an hour to use the toilet. It’s brutal! I’m sorry to use the garden, but any port in a storm, right? Please forgive me, Fluttershy.”
The silence continued, Bulk Biceps downcast expression now facing the grass in front of Fluttershy, who couldn’t find any words to say. “Anyway, I, uh, won’t keep you any longer. I’m sorry you had to see that. Goodbye.” He began to turn away.
“Um…” Fluttered muttered, Bulk Biceps initially freezing but turning back to face her. “It’s okay, Mister Biceps. Would you like to stay for a while? You know, if… that’s okay with you?” Fluttershy gave a nervous smile, covered her eyes as post-coital awareness began to take hold, and then willed herself to open them again. Incredibly, despite the uncomfortableness of the entire situation for both of them, Bulk hadn’t run for dear life. In fact, he was beaming.
“If you don’t mind. And please, call me BB. It’s what my friends call me. The ones who aren’t bisexual after consuming one too many apple daiquiris, anyway.” Bulk Biceps said with a snarky air that would have done Twilight Sparkle proud.
Despite the invitation, Fluttershy giggled into her hoof. It hadn’t been a misunderstanding; Bulk Biceps was a very nice stallion with a good heart who cared about her feelings as well asthe good of nature. He jokes, but I can tell he loves his friend’s company as much as I love mine!
Finally, a bit more at ease, Fluttershy gave a warm but bashful smile. “Oh! Pardon my rudeness, BB. I’d like to introduce you to somecreature.” Fluttershy said, Bulk looking back at her in puzzlement. “Chip, come out and say hi to my new friend!”
The chipmunk emerged from Fluttershy’s mane. “Chip chip chip… chip chip chip!” Chip Chipperson proclaimed, looking and sounding to Fluttershy like an overeager fan being brought before his idol. She just hoped Chip didn’t come off as rude or overly confrontational to Bulk Biceps; sometimes the chipmunk's exuberance could be mistaken for other things.
But instead of taking offense, the large stallion’s eyes lit up. “Aww! Your own little chipmunk pal!” Bulk Biceps approached slowly, his eyes on the chipmunk as if gauging the critter’s reaction.
“Chip, the nice stallion looks like he wants to pet you. Is that okay?” Fluttershy asked, her eyes gazing up at the chipmunk who was looking down from atop her head.
“Chip chip!” he replied, somewhat tersely Fluttershy felt. That was Chipper for you; initially distrustful of strangers but always trusting his friend’s first impressions of others — in the end, that’s what made him as supportive a forest friend as you’d ever find.
The small, adorable rodent held perfectly still as Bulk Biceps brushed a hoof across the impressive streaks of black and white-patterned fur crisscrossing the back of his earthen-brown, gray-sprinkled coat.
“It’s nice to meet you, Chip. You’re an adorable little fella, aren’t you?” Bulk Biceps said in his gravelly voice. “Hope I didn’t scare you earlier.”
The chipmunk responded with a shake of the head and a happy “chip chip!”
Fluttershy emerged from the bush, slowly untangling herself with Bulk Biceps helpfully assisting in the process. Once free of the shrubbery, she led them over to a small creek flowing through the garden, full of murky green water — the air filled with the sound of frogs ribbiting.
“Look, BB. The little tadpoles emerged from their spawn!” Fluttershy pointed at the rudimentary fishlike creatures swimming along in the brackish water as she sat down next to the creek. “Can you believe that in just a few short weeks they’ll end up hopping around on land? One wonders how they manage to do it. When I was little, I couldn’t even manage to fly…”
“Oh?” Bulk Biceps sat next to her, his red eyes aglow with apparent interest. “You too, huh? Never was one for flying, myself.” He gave his wings — tiny in comparison to his massive body — a flap.
“Yeah. I almost fell to my death when I was a foal,” Fluttershy winced, remembering the terror that gripped her as she plunged. “From Canterlot and into the Ponyville Forest.”
“And you lived?” Bulk Biceps scratched his head.
“My ears broke my fall!” She gave her aural antennae a wiggle. “My wings wouldn’t work but I figured out how to slow my descent enough with them to aim myself towards a soft bed of undergrowth. But it turns out, I’d slowed myself down so much that the butterflies near the ground were able to catch me! That’s how I got my mark.” She brushed a wing suggestively across the mark on her flank.
“Really? Wow! That is awesome!” Bulk Biceps roared and clapped his approval.
Fluttershy squeed with delight, wondering how she’d gotten so lucky. He was caring, loved animals and was a great conversationalist. Where had he been all night? “If you don’t mind me asking, you said you couldn’t fly very well either. What did you do when the other pegasi laughed at you?”
To her surprise, Bulk Bicep’s expression grew somewhat gloomy. “To tell you the truth I… ran away.”
Fluttershy gasped. “You what? A big strong handsome stallion like you?”
“It’s true. I wasn’t always big and strong, Fluttershy. In fact, there was a time that I was just a puny scrub; the runt of the family.” Bulk Biceps flexed one of his muscular forelimbs. “These beefy legs took time and many years of physical training to grow. And even now, I’m not the fastest flyer around. When I was little, I moved to Fillydelphia to be closer to the ground. I found the gym, hung out with a bunch of rowdy earth ponies who took me under their… well, not their wings — they didn’t have those.”
Bulk Biceps went quiet for a moment before shaking his head. “But that’s not my point. My point is they put me on the path to swoleness! Took my scrawny flank in and taught me how to chisel my body into a work of fine art. That’s how I got my cutie mark, too.” He tapped his flank.
“Oh, my. That’s so wonderful.” Cognisant of the messy, twig-filled pink curtain of mane obscuring her vision, Fluttershy threw her head back in a majestic sweep, hooking the rebellious strands over her tall, broad, bunny-like ears. “We’re so much alike.”
“Fluttershy, would you be upset if I told you something… kind of personal?” Bulk Biceps asked, somewhat shiftily, barely disguising his arousal behind his crossed forelimbs.
“Of course not!” Fluttershy replied, giving him a brief flash of her broad, pearly-white teeth as she traced a hoof subtly across the length of her left ear.
“Well, I… That is to say…” Bulk Biceps stammered, suddenly shifting away. “... You really got me turned on back there while you were watching me.”
“Ohhh?” Fluttershy pursed her lips and wiggled her eyelashes at the muscular pegasus whose erection was now audibly slapping his belly with a loud smack. “It must be pretty obvious how I felt watching you…” she lowered her voice to a whisper, “... Mister Biceps.”
Fluttershy lowered her head and Chip Chipperson emerged from her mane before leaping onto the grass and running up a tree. “Maybe you can show me what else you can do besides outpeeing your friends.”
Bulk Biceps gave her a startled look, followed by a delighted grin alongside a bassy, rumbling laugh. “YEEEAH!”
Fluttershy felt her heart beginning to race in fresh anticipation as she leaned forward with her rump in the air, her front legs slightly and cocking her tail to one side, exposing herself. Her pink wetness glinted in the shimmering enchanted starlight of Equestria’s capital city, giving him what she hoped was a seductive wink of her anatomy that would make Rarity proud. “In that case, um… what can you do with this?” She asked him demurely, waving her femininity before him.
“Oh, I could think of a few things.” Bulk Biceps approached slowly, his impressive weight belied by the silent hooffalls of what might have been a ballerina. “But first…” He nuzzled her flank, eliciting a coo of encouragement from Fluttershy.
She shifted her ears, leaning them back and standing them up before leaning them back again. Bulk Biceps nickered serenely and gently bit down on the tip of one of them. “Mmm!” Fluttershy nickered back her approval. “You’re a hungry colt but you’re patient. I like that. But I’m hungry too.”
Bulk Biceps gave the back of her ear a long lick before kissing her butterfly earring. “Yeah, that gala food wasn’t too filling, outside of Applejack’s pastries. Then let’s enjoy this meal together.”
Fluttershy sashayed her hips, so excited she jumped up onto her hind legs briefly, giving her wings a flap as Bulk walked in behind her. She was only barely able to hold still as he nuzzled her rump, running his tongue up its smooth surface as her tail flagged wildly over his head.
“Ahh~!” Fluttershy felt a warm snout pressing between her feminine lips, parting them easily. He probed her, seeking out her innermost treasure and soon finding it — a tiny nub of great value and even greater sensitivity. “Yes, Bulk. Mmm!” Seemingly encouraged, Bulk pressed his muzzle deeper into the love valley formed betwixt Fluttershy’s two greatest assets and pressed his tongue straight into her nest — pinning her clitoris in his slithering grasp.
Fluttershy’s ears began to ring as she nearly deafened herself with her own love cry.
Rumbling happily. Bulk released his grip only to drive his tongue back in again, never taking the same path twice. Fluttershy began to whimper and squirm but he continued his oral advance, sweeping his tongue in a practiced arch within her slickened sanctum, stimulating it deliciously and repeatedly as she cried out into the night once more.
And yet, despite her ecstasy, she picked up a startled voice from somewhere outside the sanctuary. Oh, no. Somepony heard me. And now the gate’s opening! They’ll be here any minute to catch us! “Please… I beg you, Bulk. Ahhhhn~! Everypony is going to hear us!”
But Bulk didn’t stop and didn’t even seem to hear her as his slurping and increasingly sloppy licks only grew more frenzied and desperate. Between this and the high-pitched sounds of her own lovesong, she could hear voices off in the distance. Voices getting closer. The normal din of dining ponies and socializing celebrities had been disrupted. It was like a predator had entered a forest, and everything had gone quiet.
“Bulk, Ithinksomeponyiscoming!” she squealed in terror.
“Aw…” Finally, mercifully, Bulk Biceps stopped, withdrawing his tongue under protest from Fluttershy’s fluttering flowerbed whose undulating core tried futilely to pull his tongue back inside, leaving her sweating and weak in the knees.
“Don’t worry, Fluttershy! I won’t let you come until we’re both ready like a true bro!” Fluttershy turned to face Bulk Biceps as he spoke. She saw his muzzle covered in her fragrance.
“You don’t understand, BB. The ponies at the party heard us. My hearing is very good, trust me!” Fluttershy appreciated the fact that there was cover between herself and the partygoers, but she also knew that it wouldn’t last now that she’d drawn their attention.
“Aw, bummer!” Bulk Bicep’s muscles seem to sag with disappointment. “Now what do we do?”
“Chip chip chip! Chip chip!” Both Fluttershy and Bulk Biceps turned to face Chip Chipperson as the chipmunk gesticulated wildly towards different parts of the forest and the party.
“You’re going to try to hold them off? Oh please, Chip, don’t do anything too risky!” Flutter back to him.
“Chip chip, chip chip chip!” The chipmunk posed dramatically exactly as Bulk Biceps would, ever the prima donna.
“You’re a hero, Chip Chipperson!” Fluttershy called out to him as Chip disappeared into the undergrowth.
Within seconds, the whole garden was alive with the sounds of life. Chip called off the names of each critter in the garden and issued them conditional instructions to hold down the perimeter of the garden for as long as possible if they were willing. Fluttershy swelled with pride as each animal agreed to join the mission on a volunteer basis, and immediately started making a cacophony of noise to cover the sounds of sex.
“Wow! You can talk to animals? AWESOME!” Bulk Biceps shouted, punching his hoof into the air.
“I can, but never mind that now! Alright, Bulk. My friends are doing their part. Let’s do ours!” Fluttershy knelt again before her lover.
“You got it, filly!” This time, she felt the weight of his body against her back as he mounted her in a very practiced manner, popping the imposing glans of his thick stallion sausage inside of her with a single thrust.
“Ngh! Don’t go too fast, Bulk! You’re huge!” Fluttershy whisper-shouted to him.”Please go slow to start…”
“You got it…” he answered huskily, and to her relief, he took it easy on her at first, only working himself in gradually, trying to let her adjust to him every time he went a little harder or deeper. The pressure grew slowly and sweetly as her nethers expanded impossibly to accommodate her enormous and well-muscled lover, her stomach visibly bulging as he entered into her inch by delectable inch with each thrust. He nibbled and licked at her proffered ears eagerly even as the din of Canterlot Garden’s defense had begun in earnest, with all the animals trying to outdo each other in making a racket.
It wasn’t just noise, either. The one or two ponies who had been originally snooping around the garden had become ten to fifteen. The animals were launching everything from acorns to pinecones at the ponies to keep them from entering or going any deeper, judging by the running commentary provided by the commander and herald of the Animal Forces, Chip himself. Others had been tripped up and had their legs tied up with vines.
But Fluttershy soon tuned out the unlikely battle going on all around her as her wings went completely stiff, leaving her unable to fly..
“So big… so deep… Bulk Biceps…Mpf~! I’m close!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhh,” Bulk Biceps called out before thrusting one final time, piercing Fluttershy’s cervix decisively to embed his swiftly swelling head deep within her womb. “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!”
The pair came rapturously, Fluttershy’s birth canal filling in an instant as Fluttershy’s love nest constricted around his flare. Embedded in erotic embrace, the pair called out each other’s names as their love juices combined finally burst through the dam, soaking Bulk’s now-shrunken stallion apples, forming an ivory pool in the grass below.
It was another minute before Fluttershy recovered her senses, finding herself now lying on her side with Bulk Biceps spooning her, his forelegs wrapped protectively around her and stallionhood still sunk deep within her depths. “BB… you were… incredible!” Fluttershy was heartened to see that even as toned as fit as Bulk Biceps was, he was struggling to catch his breath as well.
“You were great too, Fluttershy! But now what do we do? I can’t break loose!”
“Chip! Chip! Chip!” Chip Chipperson declared the end of the siege as the animals, thankfully unharmed, surrendered to pony forces.
“What in Tartarus were these animals thinking? Dry cleaning isn’t going to be enough to handle these stains!” One posh-sounding partygoer complained as they approached the hiding place of the two loverponies.
“Oh, dear…” She had but seconds to act before they reached her and Bulk, but Fluttershy knew exactly what she had to do.
She wasn’t the fastest flyer nor the strongest. She’d never be considered as athletic as Rainbow Dash or be named among even the ranks of Ponyville’s weather team. But she’d wrestled bears, helped form a tornado and even chased down Rainbow Dash during Discord’s rein of chaos, so she wasn’t a weakling, either.
Fluttershy’s coital wing lock subsiding, she immediately began flexing her muscles, limbering them up.“Stand up and start flapping, BB! I’m going to fly us out of here!”
“We’ll never make it!” Bulk started to say but started flapping anyway.
“Fluttershy! What in tarnation is going on in there?” Fluttershy heard Applejack call out to her. “I heard there’s some sorta rebellion going on and you didn’t even invite me?”
“Fluttershy, we heard what you’re doing in there!” Rainbow Dash called out from somewhere near Applejack. “And I just want to say I’m proud of you.”
“Fluttershy, as Celestia’s apprentice, I can’t say I approve of one of my friends being responsible for ruining another Grand Galloping Gala.” Twilight Sparkle called next. “But given what I’ve done with Triton before, I’d be a hypocrite to hold it against you.”
“Fluttershy, dear. If you’ve ruined that beautiful outfit tonight, I will need to be carted away by the ponies in white coats.” Rarity added, striking Fluttershy deep with guilt.
“Wooooo! Raise the roof, Fluttershy!” Pinkie Pie’s voice was cut off by the sound of a party horn being blown. “You gave a smile and you got one in return! Way to go!”
“Girls… don’t come any closer! I’m… stuck!” Fluttershy called out.
The sound of regal laughter reached Fluttershy’s ears before the Solar Sovereign spoke. “Not to worry! I’m certain Twilight here is more than capable of uncorking what has been sealed. Here, Twilight. Take this crystal plunger from the royal powder room. About one hundred PSI should do the trick!”
“Eep!” Fluttershy had no idea what one-hundred PSI would do and was not going to stay and find out.
“1-2-3. Fly!” Fluttershy shouted as the pair launched into the sky, still joined at the hip, the oversized stallion all but glued to her back with over a foot of his still-stiff phallus within her.
Fireworks in the distance announced the height of the festivities as throngs of ponies at the Gala cheered, her friends’ laughter growing more and more distant as the wind whipped through Fluttershy’s golden wings.
“Well. Reckon that’s yet another boring night successfully ruined!” Applejack brushed another wave of twigs and leaves out of her dress with her hoof, looking up at her equally battle-scarred friends one by one, a half-smile formed on her lips. When her eyes reached Celestia’s, she tipped her stetson at the Princess and nodded. “But next year, I get to screw a stallion, okay…?
Author's Note
That was certainly something, wasn't it? I don't think I'm going to be writing anything this again but it was fun to do once for the sake of Summer Sin. I really hope you like it, Masastormyponez!
As for the rest of Fimfiction, I hope you don't downvote me too hard.
