Miss Butterfly's Business

Fluttershy’s phone chimed with a notification.

It shouldn’t have made her jump so high. Or squeak in alarm. It was just a chime, the synthetic sound of a bell. And the phone had been in her hands, for goodness sake, as she’d been reading a blog about some stray cat rescue organization.

It even made the other bus passengers stare. A few chuckled. Fluttershy felt her cheeks heat up as she shrunk down in her seat, letting her hair fall in front of her face, hiding as best she could as she looked at her phone.

Oh.

It wasn’t a notification.

It was a notification. For her side hustle.

She felt her heart flutter, and she had to hold herself back from opening the message right then and there. People could be watching, after all.

Stitll, Fluttershy was merely shaking with nervous excitement. Nervoucitement? She’d have to check with Pinkie as to the correct pronunciation.

The bus stop was only a half-block from the apartment she shared with Rarity. She barely acknowledged the doorman as she passed by, heading for the elevators. The fact that she lived in an apartment building posh enough to employ a doorman usually made her feel like an imposter, but her mind was elsewhere right now. As Rarity would say, she was already getting ‘in the zone’, as it were. Still, she spared him a shy smile as she passed.

In the elevator she finally opened the notification. As she rose to the penthouse, she quickly scanned the words shining from her screen.

Oh. Oh my.

Rarity was going to love hearing about this one.

The elevator doors opened with a chime, and Fluttershy rushed out and into the clean hallway, making her way down to the apartment door. It was unlocked; so Rarity was home. Good.

“Rarity!” Fluttershy called out, stepping into the foyer of their spacious apartment. She paused to remove her shoes; one of the drawbacks to having a white carpet. “I’ve got one!”

“I’m in the workshop, darling,” Rarity called back.

Both of the girls had a space in the apartment that they agreed could be as messy as possible, while the rest was kept immaculate. Fluttershy had the balcony; a cluster of potted flowers, hummingbird feeders, and greenery. Rarity had her workshop. Fluttershy entered to the usual controlled chaos of the room; bolts of fabric leaned against walls, with boxes of supplies piled haphazardly. Rarity herself sat at a desk littered with sketches and colored pencils.

Rarity herself was hunched over the desk, hand stitching something made up of a gauzy dark fabric. She was wearing nothing but an oversized black t-shirt and her red-rimmed glasses, showing off an expanse of legs that had been the downfall of many a man and woman.

Too bad for half of that crowd that Rarity only allowed the women more than looking. It led to Rarity having a much more discriminating client base than Fluttershy, but she didn’t mind.

“What is it, Fluttershy dear?” Rarity said, not looking up from her work.

“I got a customer,” Fluttershy said softly. “For Miss Butterfly.”

“Oh?”

“Yes,” Fluttershy said. “And I’m being hired by a married woman… on behalf of her husband.”

That was just kinky enough to draw Rarity from her work. She looked up, blinking.

“And will ‘Miss Butterfly’ be taking the job?”

There was no Miss Butterfly, of course. But two years ago, Fluttershy had been a freshman in college, and had been struggling with even the most basic of social interactions. Rarity had come up with a genius idea; to come up with a persona. A mask, as it were. A secret superhero identity.

Fluttershy was shy, of course. Painfully so. Fluttershy couldn’t manage to talk to a stranger without trying to hide behind her hair. Fluttershy couldn’t ask questions in class, or talk to a professor, or do group work with other students. But ‘Miss Butterfly’ could do all of those things. “Miss Butterfly’ was confident. ‘Miss Butterfly’ was beautiful. And, eventually, Fluttershy learned that ‘Miss Butterfly’ was sexual, as well.

Very sexual.

She realized, of course, that it was all in her head. Those things were in her, not in some imaginary mental construct. But this was the little lie she’d needed to break out of her proverbial shell. Or chrysalis, as was probably more appropriate for a butterfly.

But it worked.

“Oh, absolutely,” Fluttershy said, feeling her face heat up even as she giggled. She handed her phone over to Rarity, revealing the original message.

Rarity gaped.

Then started to laugh.

“Oh. Oh my,” Rarity tittered. “Miss Butterfly is going to be a lucky woman this weekend, I think. I’ll admit he is quite handsome.” High praise from committed lesbian Rarity. “And any chance the wife needs some..relief as well? I am available, too.”

She sounded mildly envious, but with no sting. Fluttershy laughed again. “Keep reading.”

“Miss Butterfly,” Rarity read, lifting her eyebrow at Fluttershy as she read. “My name is Mi Amore Cadenza, and I wish to procure your services on behalf of my husband, Shining Armor, for the entire weekend coming up. I have read your terms and conditions, and agree to them all in total. My husband will as well. I have submitted my down payment of three thousand dollars, with the remaining half to be submitted after the weekend.”

Fluttershy giggled, and Rarity merely shook her head with a grin.

“This is, obviously, a gift for my husband. We do, however, have a semi-open relationship, so do not be worried about that. The gift is for his birthday, which I will be out of town for on a business trip, so our own celebration has to be delayed. That being said, I may be able to come back early, so I have supplied the surcharge for an additional person, just in case. Note that if I cannot make it back I will not be requesting a refund.”

Rarity looked up from Fluttershy’s phone. “Oh, you lucky little minx, you.”

Fluttershy beamed, and Rarity kept reading.

“Please let me know ASAP if you have any issues with this arrangement, and I will look forward to hearing about your adventure with my husband. A description of his favorite bedroom activities, as well as some suggestions and personal requests, can be found in the linked document.”

Rarity was pouting, though Fluttershy saw the twinkle in her eye.

“So? Help me plan?” Fluttershy said.

Rarity huffed, barely holding back a smile. “Of course. But only if you tell me all about it when you get back! Every single detail!”

There were several tricks to being a successful call girl, Fluttershy and Rarity had learned. Many of them were fairly obvious, and involved safety. Their first few months had netted them enough profits to purchase a small cabin, near enough to Camp Everfree to be on the same lake, but far enough that any ‘activities’ would not disturb young campers. Having their own private place meant they could meet with clients on safe ground. It being the woods meant that, at least for Fluttershy, help was just a bird tweet away.

At least one skeevy customer, looking to get much more than he paid for, had been chased away by a furious grizzly bear.

There were other safety concerns, too. The girls had a private detective on retainer, to perform background checks on their clients. And whenever one of them had an appointment, the other was always near; far enough away for privacy, but close enough to intercede if something went horribly wrong. And of course there was a can of bear spray in her purse… not that Fluttershy would ever consider using it on an actual bear.

There had been no need to background check this client, though there had been a discreet phone call to Cadance to ensure she knew exactly who she was hiring. She had, and better yet, Shining knew just who he was spending his weekend with.

It made Fluttershy shiver with anticipation. Twilight Sparkle’s big brother was hot, and she had no issue admitting it.

Now, if everything had gone to plan, Shining Armor would already be waiting for Fluttershy at the cabin. It was important, Rarity had told her, to make an entrance.

When Rainbow Dash’s car pulled up at the cabin, there was another vehicle there. It was a battered SUV, the kind that looked like it was actually used for outdoors rather than just a suburban mom’s vanity vehicle.

“So how does this work? We just drop Fluttershy off and then… drive away for a bit?” Rainbow asked.

“It’s Miss Butterfly now, Rainbow. She’s getting into character. And yes, we’ll be driving off. All weekend, darling. You and I are Miss Butterfly’s backup. We have a campsite we use, less than a twenty minute drive, where you’ll be setting up the tent I brought.”

“Rarity? Camping?”

Rarity ignored her with a nose in the air, but Fluttershy giggled. “Thank you both. I’ll call if I need you. And don’t have too much fun.” Rainbow blushed, but with a cocky grin that Fluttershy knew Rarity loved. She opened the car door and slipped out.
The path up to the cabin door was lined with paving stones, and Fluttershy’s designer heels clicked as she walked. By the time Fluttershy made it to the front door she had already adopted Miss Butterfly’s hip-swaying gait. She brushed her hair back from her face; she didn’t want to hide it now.

The sleek satin of her little black dress swished against her pale yellow thighs as she swayed her way up the walk and to the door. One hand idly played with the string of pearls around her neck… genuine pearls, given to her by a regular, Mister Filthy Rich.

Of course, that was after she let Filthy Rich give her another kind of pearl necklace. She grinned at the thought, and knocked on the door before opening it.

It was her cabin, of course. Hers and Rarity’s. But she didn’t want to alarm the client, who might possibly already be nervous.

But Fluttershy, or rather, Miss Butterfly, did not feel nervous at all. In fact, she felt eager.

The inside of the cabin was, as always, clean and comfortable. It was a small, cozy space, with a kitchenette, a living room, and a bedroom, complete with a storage closet.

For all of the toys.

The client was already sitting on the living room couch, leaning forward, his hands clasped together between his knees. He looked up apprehensively as she entered, and Miss Butterfly felt a sort of warmth grow in her chest.

He was wearing a suit. And not just a suit, but a tailored suit, the kind with perfect lines professionally adapted to the shape of the wearer. It was a suit that said, ‘yes, I’m gorgeous and I know it, but don’t feel the need to show off every muscle and every line’. She licked her lips subconsciously.

“Hey,” Shining Armor said, giving a sort of nervous, shy smile that Miss Butterfly was sure had made Cadance fall for him in the first place. “Um. I, uh, I’ve never done this before, so…”

“It’s okay, honey,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. “I’ll get us started, and then you just do what feels right.”

Shining stared at her a moment, then gave a small laugh. “You really are completely different when you’re working, aren’t you? We’ve met, if you remember.”

She did. Or, rather, Fluttershy did. He’d never seen Miss Butterfly, of course.

“I remember,” Miss Butterfly said. “Now, how do you want to do this? You have all weekend, so we can jump right in… or would you prefer the slow burn?”

“Let’s… take things as they come. That’s a nice dress. You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” Miss Butterfly said. She’d expected this. Every client was different, of course. Some just wanted to get their groping paws all over her as soon as she stepped into the room. Others wanted an experience. She and Rarity had both been sure Shining would be the latter. “You relax, then, and I’ll pour us some wine.”

A part of her had been hoping he’d stand up. She wanted to see his ass in that suit. But she could be patient. She did, however, make sure to emphasize the sway in her hips as she walked to the kitchen. It was impossible not to feel his eyes on her ass, and she smiled, feeling sexy. And powerful.

The wine they had stocked the cabin with was not the most expensive in the world, but it was on the pricier side; the cheapest bottle in the kitchen cabinet was still three digits. A necessary expense; luxury, of course, helped to create the appearance of exclusivity, which in turn justified the prices that the two of them charged.

But this client was special. Miss Butterfly found one of her better bottles, a seventeen-year-old Cabernet Sauvignon, bringing it and a pair of glasses back into the living room. Shining Armor had taken her advice and relaxed back into the couch, watching her with a small, nervous smile on his face.

There was a coffee table in front of the couch, and Miss Butterfly leaned forward to place the glasses on the lacquered wood surface, deliberately giving Shining quite the view. She watched his eyes dip to take advantage, and paused a little before straightening. Then she opened the wine bottle and poured.

“I hope you like red,” she said.

“I’ll like whatever you give me to taste,” Shining said. It was just such an awkward innuendo that Miss Butterfly had to giggle. Oh, this was going to be a fun weekend. She carefully poured the wine into both glasses, and then sat down on the couch, right next to him, their hips pressed together.

She handed him one of the glasses and then nestled into his side until he got the idea, slipping his free arm around her shoulders. He was stiff at first, but his arm was warm, and eventually he relaxed, even squeezing her bare shoulders with his arm.

“Happy Birthday, Shining Armor,” Miss Butterfly said, holding out her glass to him. They clinked glasses together, and she rested her free arm on his thigh.

Oh my. She could feel the time and effort he put into staying fit; it was all powerful muscle.

Slowly she let her hand drift higher. But not too much. She did, however, start to rub, her hand and fingers brushing over the smooth fabric of his perfect suit.

The smile that spread on Miss Butterfly’s face, as well as the heat that began to grow in her chest and regions southwards, was no act.

Maybe it wasn’t the same for other professionals, but Miss Butterfly loved her job… especially when the client was a delicious stud like Shining Armor.

Suddenly she didn’t want to take things quite so slowly.

“You know,” she said softly, her hand drifting further up until…

…wow. Oh wow. Miss Butterfly’s breath caught in her throat, and she had to swallow.

“...we have all weekend to talk, if you want to…”

Shining’s own breath caught as her hand brushed over the growing bulge in his pants… and cupped tightly.

He swallowed, and nodded, glancing at his wineglass, before tossing back half of it.

“...good wine,” he breathed, sounding out of breath.

Miss Butterfly took a sip of hers, before setting the glass down on the table. Then, in a move Fluttershy never would have taken on her own, she suddenly swung herself over so that she was on Shining’s lap.

Her short dress rode up high in her hips, and Shining subconsciously put a hand on her yellow thigh. She smiled, shifting her hips forward until she could feel his length against her inner thigh, compressed in his pants. She proceeded to undulate her hips.

Just enough friction to make the bulge grow a little.

“So where would you like to start?” she whispered, leaning close enough for her breath to tickle his cheeks. Her hands came up to rest on his shoulders, but it was as if they had a mind of their own; as soon as she felt the firmness there, Miss Butterfly just had to let them explore, sliding down his arms, onto his chest.

Cadance was one lucky woman.

“Th-this is fine,” he said. He leaned forward enough to put his own wine glass down, a movement that pressed his chest against her breasts. She rolled her hips again. “Maybe some kissing?”

Miss Butterfly’s lips met his, parting slightly. Her tongue teased out, and she felt Shining’s do the same. They teased and tasted each other. Miss Butterfly could taste the sweetness of the wine on his lips, and could smell the cologne he wore. Nothing overpowering…subtle and alluring, and just under that, the iron-strong scent of maleness.

He reached for the hem of her dress, but Miss Butterfly raised up suddenly, on her knees, over top of him. She held a finger up.

“I’ll do it,” she said, and stood in front of him. The information sheet his wife had sent had said he liked a bit of dominance from time to time. Lifting the hem of her dress with her fingers, she slowly shifted her hips back and forth as she shimmied out of her dress.

The subtle widening of his eyes when he saw her black panties. Rarity had designed and sewn them; all of their lingerie was hand-crafted. This set was sheer lace, leaving her shaven pussy completely visible underneath. Her bra was visible a second after; just as transparent, cupping her breasts and revealing nipples sharply pointed with arousal.

“Lose the pants,” she breathed, her voice husky, as her dress fell to the floor in a puddle. Shining swallowed and reached for his belt. “Wait! Nevermind. I want to…”

Miss Butterfly rested both hands on Shining’s knees, pushing them apart as she slowly sank to her knees on the carpeted floor. With both hands she reached for his belt, undoing the buckle and sliding it through the loop. She imagined she could feel the heat radiating through his pants as she reached for the crotch.

But she took her time undoing his pants sliding down just enough to expose his own underwear; simple, cotton, and tight against the outline of his cock.

Fluttershy would have been quivering with nervous terror. Miss Butterfly’s mouth was watering.

“I…”

“Hush,” she whispered. “I don’t want to hear anything other than your moans… or for you screaming my name.”

Shining’s jaw dropped open, and Miss Butterfly gave a small grin as she slid her hands up his inner thighs, along his rock-hard stomach, and into the waistband of his jeans. Her fingers tangled in the coiled coarseness of his pubic hair, and then she pulled at the elastic of his underpants, freeing the bulge underneath.

There had been a part of Miss Butterfly, a very small part, that had worried. A nice, handsome, perfect man like Shining Armor, with a strong confident wife and a perfect life, had to have some downsides, right? Like maybe a small cock.

That small voice had been wrong. So very wrong. Nine glorious inches of thick, beautiful maleness sprung out of its confines to stand proud in front of her eyes.

“I…” Shining said again.

“Shh,” Miss Butterfly repeated, and then her tongue darted out even as her right hand snaked gently around the base. She teased at the underside, sliding slowly all the way up. He was clean, tasting barely of salt until she reached the tip, which dribbled with pre-cum.

She pulled away enough to look him in his wide eyes. While she kept her eyes on his she lifted a finger from her right hand, taking a bit of pre on her finger as he shuddered. Then, slowly, she stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked.

He gulped, and his cock twitched. The look on his face made her wet.

She raised up on her knees, grasping the base of his cock again while her left hand slipped down her own stomach, to her panties. The lace felt smooth in her fingers as she rubbed it into her pussy, and she took the tip of his cock into her mouth just in time for her own moan to vibrate against him.

Her reward was a grunt of pleasure… and a spurt of pre against her tongue.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered, rubbing her cheek against his cock as she spoke. “We’ll have plenty of time to do whatever you want. So go ahead and cum whenever you want.”

She rubbed herself harder as she took him into her mouth again. She could feel the wetness of her lower lips seeping through her panties and onto her fingers, as pulses of pleasure fired off in her brain. The clean sex smell, the velvet-hard feel of Shining’s cock in her mouth, the friction of lace against her labia and clit…

It was heaven.

She pushed further, fitting as much of him into her mouth as she could, bobbing up and down while her hand worked at his shaft and his balls. She could do more; Miss Butterfly could deepthroat.

But it was always important to leave something for the client to look forward to.

So for now, Miss Butterfly settled for sucking on the first few inches while her fingers danced over the rest of his length. She kept her tongue moving, teasing the underside even as she kept her lips firmly around his girth.

“O-oooh, Flutttershy, this is…” Shining moaned out. “I don’t know how long…”

But Miss Butterfly said nothing. The first sex in a long weekend visit was usually quick; a client often came worked up. But she didn’t want to interrupt what she was doing to reassure him.

Instead she tried to communicate with her eyes, looking up from her work at him. She hummed, bobbing faster.

She felt powerful like this; Shining Armor, for all his muscles, for all his strength and control, was like a quivering lump of putty in her hands. She was in control, and she felt hot. This was the true gift of Miss Butterfly; to be able to reduce a lover, male or female, to such a trembling state.

Maybe the tables would turn later; she would love to have Shining dominate her. But for now she was loving every second.

One of his hands came up and rested on her head, tangling in her hair. The other clenched at the couch, gripping and tensing in turn with her sucks. He was gentle, not forcing her at all, though a part of Miss Butterfly hoped that he would get to that point at some time in the weekend. Maybe if she were teasing him, drawing him out on the knife’s edge of pleasure… but no. This wasn’t about endurance. The first one was often a sprint.

It didn’t take long.

“F-Fluttershy. I… I’m going to… I’m nearly…”

Miss Butterfly hummed again, encouraging him, while one hand gently fondled his testicles. Her other worked furiously, pushing the lace into her increasingly soppy cunt over and over, the friction agonizingly pleasant against her clit.

“Mmmm,” she said, fluttering her lashes at him, and he came. His hand gripped her hair, and his balls clenched in her gentle touch as she felt his entire length clench and pulse. Spurts of hot spunk hit the back of her throat, spraying across her tongue. It was warm and salty, and more importantly, abundant. A dozen times his cock twitched, splurting his load into her mouth.

Miss Butterfly released Shining’s cock from her mouth with a smack of her lips. She held his eyes as she swallowed, his creamy load slipping down her throat as he gaped.

“S-sorry, that was too…”

“Hush,” Miss Butterfly said. “You have all weekend. I’m sure that you’ll have me in every position, in every room, multiple times.”

That brought a grin to his face. “Um. Yeah, you’re right. Wow, but that was amazing, Fluttershy. Wow.”

“The only question is, where and how do you want me next?” She rose to her feet, brushing her hair back from her face as she sat back down on the couch next to him. She handed him his half-empty wine glass, and took up her own again.

“C-can I answer you in about twenty minutes?” he said with a laugh. Miss Butterfly giggled too, and nodded. They both took a sip of their wine, Shining a little shakily. “And maybe after a snack?”

“Your meals are all included, even snacks,” she said, rising. “I’ll get something for you. Meanwhile, I want you thinking long and hard about what you’d like to do next.”

Shining laughed at that, and Miss Butterfly sauntered out of the room.

Her pussy ached with need; she hadn’t cum. But Miss Butterfly was fine with that; the longer she lasted, the better it would be when she did orgasm. Probably when Shining Armor finally stuffed his monster of a cock into her needy snatch. She gave a shiver as she thought about it, but then busied herself hunting through the fridge.

A moment later, still clad only in her underwear, Miss Butterfly strutted back into the living room carrying a crudité tray and two glasses of electrolyte drink. Shining Armor had pulled his own underwear back up, though he had removed his pants, shirt, and coat.

“Hmm,” Miss Butterfly said, pursing her lips. “I’m torn. On the one hand, you looked delicious in that suit. On the other…”

She allowed her eyes to drift lewdly over the hard abs, the sculpted limbs, and his bare chest. He raised an eyebrow.

“Yummy,” she said, and he laughed, patting the couch. She set the tray down in front of them. “Hydrate, and have a snack, and tell me what you came up with.”

“Can I ask some questions first?” he said, and she nodded, sitting down next to him. “Um. Maybe I’ll start with the obvious. You, uh, seem like the last person I’d expect to be in a profession like this. I wouldn’t believe it myself if I hadn’t seen…”

So she explained it to him. Usually she wouldn't bother with a client, but Shining Armor was… well, if not a friend, then at least a friend’s family.

“It’s mostly a mental thing. I’m still Fluttershy, but… Miss Butterfly is like a costume I put on, so that I can do all of this. And I love all of this.”

She slid closer to him on the couch, so that the bare skin of their legs were touching.

“That doesn’t… weird you out, does it?” she asked, her voice slipping back into Fluttershy’s wavering tones for a moment.

Shining shook his head. “Honestly? No. As long as you’re okay, I’m okay.”

“Can I ask a question?” Fluttershy asked, her hair drifting in front of her face. Shining grabbed some carrots and began to munch. “Um, about you and Cadance. She’s… okay with all of this?”

Shining laughed. “I get that this would be weird to most people. But Cadance and I love each other, and are also very… well, adventurous. I won’t go into too much detail unless you’re interested…”

Fluttershy nodded. She was interested.

“Well,” he laughed, “we’re willing to try just about anything, as long as it’s safe and ethical. And the next on the list, for my birthday, was ‘ethical non-monogomy’. My only rules are that I can’t get anybody pregnant, I have to be safe, and I have to tell Cadance everything. So even if she’d not able to make it at the end of the weekend, I’ll still be telling her everything.”

“Ah,” Fluttershy said. “I h-hope I’ll give you some good stories.”

Shining paused in his eating to peer at her. “You’re Fluttershy right now, not your persona, aren’t you?” Fluttershy nodded. “It’s your hair. ‘Miss Butterfly’ keeps it out of her face.”

Fluttershy laughed softly.

“Yeah… it’s draining to keep up all the time, so I have to slip out of it every so often. A-around you, I feel safe. I don’t usually, around clients.”

“That…is very kind of you to say,” Shining said. They ate quietly for a moment, and Fluttershy even eyed him and nudged the electrolyte drink his way. He laughed. “So if Fluttershy’s the shy, kind one, Miss Butterfly’s the horny one?”

Fluttershy squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. She still hadn’t cum yet. “N-no, I’m horny as both. Just Miss Butterfly’s brave enough to act on it, and reach for what she wants.”

“So…” he said, “What does Miss Butterfly want right now?”

He reached out, carefully tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

She looked up at him, and her grin was predatory.

“Miss Butterfly wants to play,” she said. “If you’re ready just yet. Now that you’ve had a taste…” she licked her lips, “what sorts of games do you want to play the rest of the weekend?” She began to stroke his leg with two fingers. She could feel the hairs stand on end at her feather-light touch. “I have costumes, and toys…”

“Well,” he said, a slow smile spreading over his lips at her touch. “I saw you playing with yourself while you sucked me off. You didn’t get off, did you?” She shook her head. “So you’re probably getting a bit worked up.” He leaned closer to her on the couch, his own grin hungry. “So the question is, do you want it gentle? Or… not so much?”

Her laugh was low, and she stood. “C’mon,” she said. “Let me show you the bed… so you can throw me down on it.”

He caught her wrist and stood as well, pulling her against him and pressing her body to hers.

Oh my. He was tall. Miss Butterfly’s head barely came up to his chest.

He held her to him with one arm, while the second reached back to deftly unhook her bra strap. She could feel him through his own underpants… hard again already.

“I can’t wait,” he said roughly, “to see that cute butt jiggle while I pound it.”

She gulped… and then yelped as his hand impacted said butt. Her bra fell off when she jumped, exposing her ample bust to Shining’s view. She smirked up at him, and pressed her hard nipples against his chest.

Reluctantly Miss Butterfly pulled away, and watched his gaze drift down to her bust. With one hand clutching Shining’s, she pulled him towards the bedroom. In nothing but her panties, she sauntered ahead of him, letting her hips sway, fully aware that he was watching the globes of her ass swishing back and forth.

The bedroom was cozy, though the bed was large; a classic antique four-poster, made of sturdy wood. There was a dresser, which Rarity and Fluttershy kept mostly stocked with lingerie (though there were a few practical items as well) and a storage closet for toys and more complicated outfits.

She stopped and looked over her shoulder at Shining, unable to stop her pleased grin at the hungry look that filled his eyes.

Quickly Shining wrapped his arms around her, one hand cupping her breast, the other sliding down her stomach. Miss Butterfly arched her back, pressing her ass into the bulge in his underpants.

As his hand squeezed, massaging her breast, he bent his head to kiss along her neck. Hot breath tickled at her skin as his lips teased her sensitive skin, and she moaned. As his teeth nibbled teasingly at her ear, Miss Butterfly began to grind against this crotch.

“Tell me how much you want me,” Shining whispered, his voice rough.

“I want your hands all over me. I want you to touch me. I want to feel your weight on me. God, I want you inside! I want that monster cock of yours to split me open and fuck me senseless!”

As she spoke one hand continued to squeeze and knead at her tit, while the other snaked down into the waistband of her panties. As Shining’s fingers snuck down to her snatch, Miss Butterfly gasped.

“Oh, yes, touch me there, please! I’m soaking wet for you!”

It was no exaggeration; as his finger slipped into her slit, there was no resistance. Miss Butterfly gasped, grinding harder back into him.

“You really are, aren’t you? This isn’t an act for you.”

In a way, he was right. Fluttershy loved what she did. But it wasn’t usually this much. Shining Armor was an absolute gorgeous stud, and Cadance was a lucky woman.

“Yes,” Miss Butterfly cooed, reaching down to grope at Shining’s cock through the thin layer of satin. “I’m so ready for you.”

“No,” Shining said, smirking. “You’re not. Not yet. Take off your panties,” he ordered. Reluctantly he let go of her breast, though she squeaked when he gave the nipple a parting tweak with his fingers. Turning to give him a half-lidded look, she sat back against the bed, laying back and lifting her legs high in the air so she could shimmy her panties off her hips… and give him quite the show in the process.

“Very nice,” Shining said, licking his lips. Miss Butterfly tossed her panties away.

“Your turn,” she said, and he smirked, lifting the waistband of his own satin boxers before pulling it up and over his erection. Now it was Miss Butterfly’s turn to lick her own lips. She spread her legs, bending them and reaching down to stroke herself. Her fingers slid lightly across her lower lips, sending tingles of pleasure as she played in her own wetness. “Now, stud. I need you.”

“Turn around,” he countered. “In case I want to smack that ass while I’m in you.”

The thought made her pussy clench in need, and she bit her lip. “Whatever you say, gorgeous.”

She spun around, with her knees on the edge of the bed, spread just enough to give him access. She wiggled her yellow rump until she felt his hands clap down on either ass cheek… and something else, hard and hot, slide between them.

Miss Butterfly glanced over her shoulder, and the naked lust she saw in Shining’s blue eyes made her shiver. “Put it in, stud, and fuck me raw.”

Shining reared his hips back, prodding at her entrance with his thick cock head. Miss Butterfly nearly went crosseyed at the sensation that jolted through her. She was needy and ready after all the teasing she’d gotten so far, and it was time to get railed.

“Please fill me up, I need to cum,” she begged, and he began to push.

Oh my. He felt even bigger this way. Even as wet as she was, her lower lips parted reluctantly, giving way as Shining Armor pushed slowly inside her. Not gently, no… the lewd invader insisted, a battering ram pushing its way into her insides one painful, pleasurable inch at a time.

She opened her mouth to say something… to urge him on, maybe, but just then there was a sharp smack, and a bright flash of pain. He had just spanked her again! Instead of coherent words, though, all that came out of her mouth was a whimpering moan.

Shining was implacable, never halting his inexorable, agonizing, teasing push. Miss Butterfly exhaled, shuddering, and tried to push back against Shining.

Shining smacked her again, the sharp sound rising above Miss Butterfly’s pants and gasps. Pleasure shot up her spine, and she clenched at the bedsheets.

It seemed like it took forever, but finally Shining’s hips came to rest against hers. She was full. Stuffed, even. Miss Butterfly wiggled her ass, trying to create some friction as Shining teased her with stillness.

“Something you want?” he said, amused.

“Yes!” She was close with all the touching she’d done to herself during the blowjob, and Shining was only making it much worse. “Fuck me! Please!”

“What was that?”

“Please, Shining Armor! I need it!”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” he said, and with hands on her hips began to pull out.

The friction was pleasant, but the emptiness was nearly unbearable. Again, he was slow, but not nearly as slow this time, and Miss Butterfly could hear Shining’s own pants. When just the tip remained inside her, he paused only a fraction of a second before thrusting back inside.

There was nothing slow this time, and Miss Butterfly saw stars.

This was why she did what she did. The money was nice, yes; but she loved the sex. The feeling of being desired, the heady power of it, combined with the carnal pleasure of it all, was intoxicating. The clean smell of sweat and musk and sex, the sound of flesh impacting flesh, and extacy-filled moans and gasps… not to mention the sheer tactile pleasure of the delicious friction as Shining Armor stretched her wide.

“You like that?” Shining said. Each thrust drove him deep inside her, impacting his hips against hers.

“Yes! Oh yes, fuck me Shining!” she cried out.

Over and over, his cock slid in and out of her cunt, wet squelches of her juices competing with the sound of flesh smacking flesh.

“I thought that was what I was doing,” he said with some amusement, and she felt another sharp pain on her ass cheeks; he’d spanked her again.

“YES! MORE! I’m about to cum!” She could feel it, too; a mounting crescendo of pleasure, building deep in her core and nudged closer with every thrust of Shining’s cock. Each thrust jolted her insides with bliss, edging her closer and closer to…

“Then do it, Fluttershy!” Shining said, reaching down, his fingers dancing almost gently down over her hips, onwards her crotch, finally reaching over to the top of her slit, to the tiny bundle of nerve endings that…

“AaaaaaaaaahhhhhHHHHH!” she howled, overwhelmed beyond words. Her climax drove out thought, drove out sensation, until there was nothing but the pleasure, nothing but Shining’s cock in her. A mountain of bliss shattered conscious thought, pushed over the edge by Shining’s monster length, her own cum soaking his crotch as he continued to slam into her.

It was like this whenever Miss Butterfly climaxed. With Fluttershy, it was only ever solo. Most days she was too embarrassed to even use Miss Butterfly’s toys, so it was just her fingers. But when she was about her business… she could be free.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Shining grunted, even as Miss Butterfly’s climax continued, wave after wave. She fell down into the bed, and only Shining’s hands held her up. “I think I want to make you cum, over and over, just to feel you clench up like that.”

Miss Butterfly had no argument for that. But then, Miss Butterfly was currently beyond cogent communication. But Shining wasn’t stopping.

Even as Miss Butterfly came down from her climax, Shining Armor was still going at it, with no signs of slowing. He was barely breathing hard.

“A-aren’t you…”

“Not even close, sexy,” he said with a laugh. “Your little blowjob earlier was a good first act. Thanks to that, I think I can last long enough to send you into a pleasure coma.”

“Y-yessss… pleeeeeEEEEEAASE!”

Another sharp impact as Shining slapped her ass again. And again. A third time, and Miss Butterfly was cumming again, soaking Shining’s cock with her elation.

“You keep doing that maybe I won’t last that long,” Shining said, but Miss Butterfly didn’t believe it for a second. “Turn around.”

He pulled out, and she gasped at the sudden emptiness. She expected him to toss her down on the bed in his passion, but he was gentle, guiding her down to the blankets. He took a moment to look her over, to take in her flushed face, her chest heaving for breath, and her dripping cunt, before climbing on top, between her legs.

“So that’s two so far, let’s go for an even dozen before you pass out, hmm? Think you can last that long?”

“I—” she began, but he silenced her with a kiss.

His lips tasted like wine and electrolyte drink, and his tongue was bold and adventurous. And while he was kissing her, his cock head found her sodden pussy again, and pushed inside. Miss Butterfly arched her back to better meet his thrust.

When he broke the kiss, Shining Armor was holding himself above her. She could see the muscles in his arms, and the hard chiseled muscles of his chest. She reached up to run her hands over the rock-hard strength, even as he slid into her with firm, smooth strokes.

Oh, Cadance was a lucky woman.

“You’re so hot,” he breathed. “Oh god, when I tell Cadance about this, we’ll be hiring you again for sure. Maybe as a pair, this time. You think you’d like that, Fluttershy? Being between me, and my wife? If you think I’m good, she’ll blow you away.”

“Mmmmmmm.” It was all she could manage to say, but the idea was enough to nearly push her into another orgasm. Shining Armor and Cadance?

After this weekend, she’d be willing to do it for a discount. Not free, though. She had her professional pride.

“Just imagine it,” he continued, grinning. There was something so smug about him; he knew exactly what kind of effect he was having on her, and was loving it. “Me pounding away at your pussy, while my wife toys with your tits. Or maybe have the two of you, embracing, tits mashed together, while I switch back and forth between your soaked holes.”

That was enough, and Lady Butterfly screamed, tipping over the edge for her third orgasm of the night. Shining Armor laughed proudly.

“You’re not even faking it, are you?” he grinned, looking down at her. “You don’t even need to.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” Miss Butterfly moaned. She wanted to feel his weight, to feel the fit, masculine body pressing her down. She pulled him against her, pressing their lips together as she kissed him.

Number four was already building. How was she supposed to manage a whole weekend with this machine, without melting into a puddle of brainless pleasure?

She’d have to regain the balance, of course. And that meant making him cum sooner rather than later.

Miss Butterfly wrapped her legs around him, pulling him tight to her, even as she moaned into his mouth and sucked on his tongue. Her hands trailed over his chest, his ribs, and finally his back, and she clawed at thim; not too hard, but enough to cause a little pain. Just a hint of spice to all the sweetness. And she clenched down with her pelvic muscles.

The daily kegel exercises had been Rarity’s idea.

She was rewarded to see the look of surprise in Shining’s eyes, and hear his return grunt of pleasure, but then the expression became determination.

A competition then. Miss Butterfly approved.

She broke the kiss, even as she thrust her hips up to meet his. “How long can you last, handsome? Really think you can make me cum again before I make you blow your hot, steaming load deep inside of me?”

She nibbled at his earlobe and trailed kisses down his collarbone.

“Do you believe you…mmm!… can hold out, delay pumping me full of sticky baby batter?” It was getting hard to talk again; each thrust sent a spike of bliss up her spine straight to her brain. “Can you imagine seeing me stuffed full of your cream, your white…OOOoohhh!... gooey goodness leaking out of my…”

“C-cumming!” Shining grunted suddenly. Miss Butterfly’s surge of triumphant elation became a wave of pleasure as she came again. The two of them thrust together, freezing, hips and bodies connected as Shining’s cock pulsed, over and over, pumping his cum into her.

Miss Butterfly arched her head back and howled her pleasure, even as each twitching pulse of Shining’s cock, each new spurt of cum, prolonged her own climax.

The moment seemed to go on forever, and yet was over too soon; eventually Fluttershy collapsed back against the bed, and Shining slumped down beside her. She could feel the trickle of liquid down her slit as his creampie leaked out of her slit, down the slopes of her ass, and onto the bed.

The two of them lay, side by side, as they panted.

“Fluttershy, that was amazing,” Shining said finally. He turned to his side, so he was facing her, and stroked a hand gently across her stomach and breasts. She gave a little sigh and a small smile. “Oh! Or are you still your alter-ego?”

Fluttershy shook her head, blushing and looking away, though she was still smiling from the afterglow, and from the warm sensation of his gentle caresses. “No,” she said gently. “Afterwards, when I’m resting, I’m usually… myself. Just not usually during.”

“That makes sense.” He continued to stroke her gently. “I wonder… and you can tell me off if it’s too personal, but… would you like to be? Yourself, I mean. During sex.”

The answer was yes, of course. But Miss Butterfly had the boldness Fluttershy lacked, the confidence and lack of shame. Miss Butterfly was sometimes turned on by embarrassment, while Fluttershy was paralyzed by it. But…

“I would,” Fluttershy said. “But I just… can’t.”

With any other client she would have made some excuse, or changed the subject, or deflected with some kind of sultry remark. But Shining was special.

“What if…” he mused, “what if we created a scenario just for that? One where you felt completely safe, safe enough to surrender all of your control to somebody you trust completely? Not this weekend, of course. But maybe some time in the future, if Cadance and I wish to hire you again. To hire Fluttershy specifically, to be our beloved pet for a night, to be cared for and pleasured…”

He trailed off, but Fluttershy’s mind was already buzzing with the images. Yes. Oh, yes, she wanted that.

“Of course, there’d be boundaries to keep things comfortable. A safe word. A discussion before hand about expectations.”

Very much yes. Surprisingly, the gentle strength in Shining’s voice was a huge turn on. But they could talk about it later. Fluttershy brushed her hair out of her eyes again as she turned to face him, a slow smile spreading over her expression.

“Shining Armor,” Miss Butterfly said. “If you keep saying such sweet things, I’m going to start thinking you’re ready for the next round.”

She reached down, gently brushing his cock, still recovering from their last romp. She felt it twitch a little.

“Well,” Shinning said. “I did promise you a dozen orgasms. We still have at least seven or eight to go.”

Miss Butterfly liked the sound of that very much.