Fluttershy was feeding bunnies outside of her woodland cottage when suddenly a bird swooped down, chirping madly. She lifted her long nose to look up and listen, her initially demure expression soon shifting into horror.
"What...? A strange creature in the Everfree is hurt? Oh no!"
With nary a thought to anything else, Fluttershy immediately began galloping into the forest. The usual fear the towering ebony oaks might have inspired was pushed aside and forgotten in the face of pure determination. There was no time for fear when a creature was hurt!
With the bird resting on her head and providing guidance, Fluttershy dashed through the trees and for the millionth time found herself wishing she could safely fly here without the interlocking branches of sturdy trees obstructing her path. Each moment not helping was a moment wasted, and the thought of a scared creature all alone just made her sick with worry...
At last Fluttershy burst into an open clearing - and gasped.
In the center was a smoking crater with such perfect spherical curves that one envisioned a magical explosion taking place right above it. Nearby was a jagged boulder, and in front of it stood - indeed - a strange creature unlike anything she had seen before. Its skin was vivid sort of green, and instead of eyes it may have had what looked like a question mark. But most importantly of all, and what Fluttershy immediately noticed, was that it was under threat from a massive bugbear! But...
"Ah!"
Worst of all, behind him was... some baby bunnies! He was protecting a litter of kits!
For a moment Fluttershy froze, there being so much to process that she couldn't work it all out at once. But the world moves when you don't, and the bugbear menacingly lifted a claw. The creature gritted its teeth, bending its legs as if to jump out of the way, then pausing after glancing back and confirming the bunnies were still behind it. A sardonic smile arose on its face and it lifted an arm defensively, in a final act of defiance.
"NOOOOOOO!" Fluttershy cried. She lifted up into the air, now unfettered by branches, and bolted to the bugbear at a speed that would make Rainbow Dash gape. What else could she do?
Fleeing crows covered the moon.
A grunt of pain.
A splatter of red.
A roar.
A scream.
You wake up looking at an unfamiliar ceiling. The line's so generic you want to laugh, but instead you just cough in pain. Your chest radiates a pulsating, all-consuming pain that precludes any attempts at clever genre awareness. Your right arm seems pretty fucked up, too. Through blurry eyes you feel like you see it resting in something of a cast, while your chest is bound in reddened bandages. Whatever hit you must have really...
Aaah, right. The big fucking bear thing with wings and a carapace. What a hellish nightmare that had been.
"Well, hopefully the fucker killed me right dead and I'm in hell now," you mutter, attempting to sit up despite the pain. The rustling of your covers seems to alert a nearby rabbit that immediately hops away like mad. Well, you had never been good with animals, so better it was gone. All you wanted was some peace and quiet so you could adjust to the pain and start filtering it ou-
"You're awake?!" came a cry. The cracked door flung open with a slam and in flew in some kind of yellow horse thing. "Oh, how are you feeling?! Are you okay?!"
You looked at the horse without responding. It - she, probably - had a yellow coat of fur and long, flowing pink mane so unlike anything you had seen on a horse before that one almost didn't notice the big fucking flapping wings she was using to fly, or her cartoonishly large aqua eyes she was currently using to stare intently at your face.
"A-Are you afraid? It's okay, I would never hurt anypony..." She reaches out a hoof and pats your head. Surprisingly, her hoof is soft despite looking like it could bend metal if she kicked the shit out of something. "There there... It's okay. Everything is okay now."
You tilt your head to look up. Your brain was struggling to comprehend the garish pony before you as a real creature and not some kind of delirious vision spawned by agonizing pain. You inhale slowly, and make the conscious choice not to freak the fuck out about horses being able to talk. Just treat it like the other visions, you say. Talk big until it goes away.
"Unhand me, horse woman," you say. "I am no equiphile."
"Ah! You're finally talking," she said, beaming a smile. You note she approvingly gives you further headpats instead of stopping. "Wh-What's your name? I'm Fluttershy."
"Hello, Fluttershy. My name is 'Personal Space' - you probably haven't heard of me."
"Personal Space... That's a good name. Pat pat pat."
Her big smile makes it apparent that not only did she not doubt you, she likely had never doubted anyone in her entire pony life. It looks like you were going to need to be a bit more direct.
"Alright, I see there's a bit of a cultural divide between us, so lemme explain. That was a Joke. Capital J, lowercase oke. I'm sayin' you're invading my personal space."
"O-Oh! Sorry about that..." She finally takes her hoof off you and floats back. At least now you don't have to look up at her horse chest looming over you.
Once at eye level, you reward her good behavior with an actual answer. "The name's Anon Y. Mous."
"Anon..." Fluttershy murmurs, as if chiseling it into her memory.
"Yep. So, what freako scientist taught you to speak? And made that bug monster in the forest. If you could send him my way so I could get back home, that'd be great."
"S-Scientist? What do you mean?" Fluttershy asks, tilting her head.
"Don't take this personally, but horses shouldn't be able to talk. Logically, then, you are a genetically engineered monster on a hidden island that I was taken to in my sleep for some reason only God knows. Or the scientist."
"I'm a pony!" Fluttershy says, as if that answered everything. It didn't.
"Okay, let me ask again. Where are we exactly?"
"Oh, that's easy. We're in my cottage!"
You take a moment to breathe. All things considered, talking to a horse - pony - was kind of a miracle in itself, so you couldn't get too mad at how unhelpful she was being. And really, it's kind of hard to get mad at Fluttershy when, true to her name, she flutters her eyelashes so happily each time she answers a question.
"That was my bad - I wasn't clear despite taking a moment to think about how to word my question as clearly as possible. Let me try again." Fluttershy nodded and waited. "Okay. In the context of Earth, where are we?"
"Earth?" she asked, tilting her head further.
Oh god.
"Th-This is Equestria."
Oh no.
"I-Is Earth your hometown? Actually, we're just near Ponyville right now..."
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
You slam your fist down on the bedside table, causing Fluttershy to let out an eep and flutter away.
"I GET ISEKAI'D AND ITS TO SOME KIND OF GAY PONYLAND?! NOT EVEN 'SEXY ELF VILLAGE: A WORLD OF SEXY ELVES EAGER TO LEARN ABOUT HUMAN MATING CUSTOMS?!' NOT EVEN INTO THE LAST VIDEO GAME I PLAYED, WHICH HAPPENS TO BE FILLED WITH SEXY HUMAN WOMEN INCORRIGIBLY ATTRACTED TO THE PROTAGONIST JUST FOR EXISTING?! I'M IN PONYLAND? AND I DIDN'T EVEN MEET A GOD ON THE WAY HERE THAT OFFERED ME A CHEAT SKILL TO MAKE LIFE EASY? NO! GOD, NO! WHY!"
Bitch tears trickle down your cheeks as you sob. For every wish there's a monkey paw, and now you're trapped in pony hell.
"I-It's okay, Anon," Fluttershy said, timidly flying back over. She pauses in front of you before clumsily wrapping her forelegs around you in a hug. "I'm here with you. Everything will be okay."
"You don't understand... My life is over." you groan.
"Don't talk like that, Anon... Y-You know, think about it like this... Your life is just beginning." she smiles. You try to turn your head, but her big pony face is nuzzled into your neck and prevents you from turning. You begin to notice the weight and heat of her pony body as she embraces you, inadvertently pinning you against the bed.
"P-Personal space...?" you repeat.
"Our space," Fluttershy replies firmly.
You hang your head.
She only let you go once you put on an act and convinced her you needed some bed rest. Obviously, you immediately try to commit suicide, but she immediately bursts inside - having apparently been waiting outside the door just in case something happened - and wrenches the fork from your hand (somehow) before briskly removing the room of anything that could even potentially be used for self-harm. She leaves, a satisfied smile on her face and basket of stuff on her back, once there's nothing fun whatsoever remaining.
You lean back in bed sullenly, now all-too conscious that you are firmly in the care of a doting, overly concerned pony. You assume that Fluttershy's just trying to make sure you're okay, but it still feels incredibly disconcerting to suddenly be coddled like this. You're a grown man, damnit.
You're just about to either ask her to give you some space when the silence is interrupted by loud knocking on the front door. The eye leaves the crack in the door and you glimpse some shadows moving as she goes to the front door and opens it.
"Fluttershy! Are you okay?" came a kind of prim, nerdy sounding voice. You strain to hear them; luckily, voices seem to carry well in the cottage. "I heard that there was a fuss in the Everfree forest. Something about a loose bugbear?"
"O-Oh, Twilight... I'm okay..." Fluttershy murmurs. She seems much more timid now than she was when with you, as if she has to force each word.
"Well, you do look okay. Did anything happen that Princess Celestia or I should know about? A platoon was already dispatched to find this bugbear, but... What were you doing in the forest in the first place?"
You lean back in your pillow. Time to hear some gossip on yourself. You wonder how Fluttershy will explain you to this Twilight. She didn't seem to know what humans are.
"N-Nothing, really... I was just there and it attacked..."
You sit up. Is... Fluttershy lying?
"Hmm? It's rare for you to go to the Everfree at all, Fluttershy, much less for no reason."
"M-Mm..."
There's a pause, and while any normal person would push further...
"Well, okay! Tell me if you need anything."
"R-Right...!"
And with that, the door shut, and the pony named Twilight was gone.
"Fluttershy?" you call.
"C-Coming!" she calls back. You hear the whipping of air and she bursts into your room, beaming a smile. "Y-Yes, Anon?"
"Why, uh... Why didn't you tell that girl about me?"
"O-Oh." Her pony face clouds over a bit. "I-I didn't want to, but Twilight can be... u-um... aggressive with things that interests her. I wanted to p, protect you from her."
"Er... You really think she's that much of a threat?"
"I've never seen a creature like you, Anon..." she says. "Twilight may try to experiment on you. Or worse. R-Right now, all you need is me."
"You sure are forward right now... What happened to all that shyness you showed with Twilight?"
"W-Well, she's another pony... I don't feel very comfortable around other ponies. Th-That's why I'm out here in my cottage... so I can be with animals in peace..."
"Aaand you're calling me an animal."
"O-Oh, I hope that doesn't offend you, Anon. I mean... You have a kind heart. Being around you feels so nice. I know I'm safe with you." She strokes your slung-up arm cast.
"What... Are you basing that on the bunnies?" you ask, vaguely remembering protecting some young ones. "If you're extrapolating a lot about my character from that, don't. Anyone would protect innocent little kids from danger."
"No," Fluttershy said, firmly. "No they wouldn't."
There's a bit of an awkward pause as Fluttershy stares at you intently. Her eyes really are just enormous, like cartoonish saucers. You're' kind of thankful for it, since losing yourself in their beauty allows you to forget for a moment she's a fucking pony.
She smiles. "Everything will be okay, Anon. You can trust me."
"I..." you look down at your arm, and feel the pain in your chest as your wounds threaten to reopen. "I guess I have to."
"Goodnight, anon..." Fluttershy whispers. She flaps out of the room and gives a long look back before finally shutting the door.
It's gonna be a long night.
About a week goes by with you stuck in bed. Fluttershy makes good on her promise and cares for you the entire time, never failing to bring you three meals a day and care for your wounds, just like a perfect housew- don't finish that thought. At the start you feel like honestly this might not be such a bad gig after all, but she increasingly spends more and more time in your room, until eventually you feel like you can sense her watching you day in and day out. Sometimes, you hear her giggling to herself, and a few times you could swear you noticed her watching you sleep before vanishing into the night.
Ponies, man. Ponies are fucking weird.
You suffer your way through it because, at the very least, you feel like you'll be able to walk without issue soon and just skedaddle your way out of this isolated cottage.
So it was that you went to sleep with dreams of escape... only to find yourself forcibly awakened by shrill gasping and prodding. You crack open your bleary eyes and see... Fluttershy staring with fascination at your morning wood as it pushes up against your sweat pants.
You groan. This was why you tried killing yourself immediately.
"A-Anon, what's this...?" she asks, extending a hoof to poke your tent again. She's been way too touchy-feely as of late.
"Don't touch it!" you shout on instinct, prompting her to retract her hoof with a jerk. "It's, uh... I don't want to explain."
She turns to look at you with wide, curious eyes. "Why not?"
If your hand were free you'd facepalm. "I don't want to explain why I don't want to explain."
"Why not?" she asks again, innocently.
"I'm not getting out of this, am I?"
Fluttershy gives a small smile and shakes her head while resting a hoof on your wounded chest in a vaguely threatening manner. This bitch really did not know the definition of personal space.
"Alright, you're lucky I've already completely desensitized myself to sex stuff on internet pornography back home. I'm going to try to keep this brief."
Fluttershy nods and produces a notepad with a pen. How the fuck does she even hold that shit? Words really did not convey just how bizarre it was to physically see a hoof holding an object without fingers. You thought you understood, but you didn't.
"Okay, so we humans feel something called arousal..."
"Arousal," Fluttershy repeats, writing that down.
"And when human men get aroused, our uh, our things down there get hard. Normally we need one of our fetishes triggered to get going, but in the mor-"
"What's a fetish?"
You gaze as Fluttershy. She gazes back, blinking her big ol' eyes. You glance around for an escape route and notice that overnight the window got boarded up. God fucking damnit.
"A fetish is like some concept or visual that *really* turns someone on. It's like a multiplier for arousal. So if someone has a fetish for ponies, god forbid, they would immediately get hard just looking at you."
"I see I see..." Fluttershy murmurs.
"Anyway, erections in the morning are completely disconnected from that. They happen on their own and go away quickly, if you don't have a creepy bedroom intruder start prodding it with their hoof. Worst come to worst, one can just jerk off and get it done with."
If Fluttershy feels bothered by you calling her creepy, she doesn't show it. She relentlessly continues her questioning and asks, "What's jerking off?"
"Why do you have to be so little sexual knowledge? Why do I have to explain it all as if digging my own grave?" (This is the artistic technique known as foreshadowing)
"Th-This doesn't really happen with ponies... I think... In mating season, mares and stallions just go off in closed rooms and take care of their heat... All of this human stuff like fetishes is new to me."
You grimaced. You kind of expected such a shy, timid-seeming girl like Fluttershy (it was literally in her name) to get all nervous and clammy when it came to topics like this. Her openness on this subject combined with her increasing closeness is... concerning.
"Well, uh, we humans have the wondrous appendage known as hands which allows us to grip our, uh, things. We don't need mares. Or well..." You look down at your cast. "Maybe I need one now, since I can't actually use my dominant hand."
Immediately, you realize how fucking retarded it was to say that. You grimace just as Fluttershy's eyes widen.
"Y-You need a mare?" she asked.
"No! That was a slip of the tongue. Forget it. I'm fine. Just let it go away."
"If you're hurt and you need help--" she began.
"I'm not! I mean, I am hurt, but I don't need help with this! I could use my other hand, or, I mean, why are we even talking about this?! I thought ponies were supposed to be innocent or something!"
Flutterfly shakes her head, her flowing pink hair swaying. "Your health comes first, Anon. I-I need to make you better..." she says, then jumps onto your bed - onto you. The weight of her pony body would have cracked your ribs if she didn't angle her hooves to instead land on either side of your head and waist.
You start to flail in bed to break free, but she's just too strong, and has you pinned on all sides. Why are horses so fucking heavy?!
"F-Fluttershy, personal space, personal space...!"
"Everything will be okay soon," she whispers, her eyes boring into yours.
"Th-This is rape...!"
"I don't know what that word means. But I do know how to make you better..."
AAAAAH!
Everything would have ended there, but suddenly once more someone starts knocking her front door. Fluttershy blinked as if awoken from a spell, then frowned. She stands immobile over you, until a second round of knocking comes. She sighs and flutters off you to the door.
"Stay here, Anon. I'll be right back."
"N-No rush..." you reply.
Fluttershy shuts the door and you are pretty confident you hear the click of a lock. Why the hell did this room have an outside lock? Boarded up windows, locked door... You're trapped, and would be even if walking wasn't painful.
Thankfully, Fluttershy overlooked one key detail.
You hear the door open.
"Heya, Fluttershy. I brought yer weekly apples!" came a rustic voice.
"O-Oh, thank you, Applejack... Please leave now..."
"Huh? Not even gonna offer me some of yer famous Fluttershy tea?"
"N-Not t-"
You act.
"HEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" you scream at the top of your lungs, filled with the burning spirit of a man who actually does in fact need help.
"The heck was that?"
"U-Um... The wind?"
"IT'S NOT THE WIND! SHE'S LOCKED ME IN HERE! HEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Fluttershy, do you got some manner of beastie locked up back there?!"
"U-Um...!"
"Lemme in there!"
"N-No!"
What follows is difficult to describe since you can't see any of it. There's loud banging, crashing, some thunks... The cottage shakes and things fall off. It seems like Fluttershy is actually fighting this new pony - Applejack. Hopefully Fluttershy is losing.
"You really think ya can beat me in a battle o' might, Fluttershy?!"
Hell yeah.
"N-Not alone, I can't!"
Oh no.
"AAAAAARGGGGGGH THERE'S SO MANY OF'EM! GET'EM OFF! MY EYES! MY EYEEEEES!"
Oh fuck.
There's more banging, and crashing... then an eerie silence. After a moment, you hear some kind of... dragging sound, like a heavy furred object being dragged across the ground. It passes in front of your door, then you hear another door being opened. There's repeated thumps as whatever is being dragged (you know what it is fuck fuck fuck fuck) is pulled carelessly down stairs into what presumably is a basement of some kind.
Then, silence again.
You don't know how much time passes.
Eventually, your door unlocks and... Fluttershy enters, looking none too pleased and carrying some rope.
"Th-That was very naughty, Anon."
"You can't blame a guy for trying. Did you kill that pony or what?"
"I told you, you only need me... I'll make you better in no time." she shoots a glance to your crotch, and... her frown deepens. "Anon? What's this?"
You flash a triumphant smile. "I told you. It goes away with time on its own. No need for you to do anything."
Indeed. In the interim of Fluttershy dragging Applejack's hopefully not-corpse to the basement, your erection had completely died from fea- ahem. Time.
"W-Well." Fluttershy thinks for a moment, then smiles. "I'm happy for you, then."
"Yep."
There's an uncomfortable pause as Fluttershy ties you to the bed with the rope. Mostly uncomfortable for you, because now your week of recuperating was all for naught. She has the calm smile of a mother doing what needs to be done to protect a young one. Somehow.
"A-Anon," she eventually calls.
"Yeah?" you respond.
"Um... What's..."
You turn to look at her. Time seems to slow down. The stars align in space. The sun blinks out and back in. A grinding sound digs into your head. Her mouth forms the promised words. You hear them before she says them. Anon...
"What's your fetish?"
A very clear, distinct answer forms in your mind. But you do not state it.
"G-Guess?" you reply, evasively.
She smiles gently.
And she does.
What feels like an entire day later...
"No, it's not pink hair. Though I do like it and find yours nice."
"Grr!" Fluttershy growls, swishing her head to pull off the pink hair she had rested onto your face. "A-Anon, are you messing with me?"
"Hey, the wood don't lie. You'll know if you get it."
"Anoooon... Pweaaaase..."
"I'm not telling you."
She puffs out her cheeks and gets back to thinking.
Honestly, you had expected her to give up and shuffle off not long into this, but she was weirdly determined. It kind of gave you pause in general. You two had just met and she seemed to be lying to old friends and even possibly murdering them to keep you to herself. Something fishy was going on.
"Fluttershy," you call.
"Yes?!" she immediately answers.
"Are you, uh, in... what did you call it... heat?"
Her cheeks blush bright red, visible through the yellow of her fur. "U-Um... Th-That's not a very polite thing to ask..."
"Well, I j-"
"But, yes, m-maybe..."
"That explains a lot."
"Are mares in heat your fetish?" she asks hopefully.
"You wish."
"I do," she sighs. "It is for most stallions."
"Why don't you just... go get a stallion then?"
"O-Oh, I could never! Stallions are so scary... not kind like you... Not strong and handsome like you... I could never..."
Pause.
"Being complimented is not my fetish."
"Drat."
You shake your head. "Handsome, though? How would you even know? We're different species. You just look like a horse to me, and to you I must just look like..." You think. "A monkey."
"Oh no no," Fluttershy said, shaking her head. "Not at all. It's, um, hard to explain, but... I feel really drawn to you..."
"Is it because I'm like both an animal you care for but also one with a dick big enough to satisfy you?"
"U-Um, that helps, but..." she thinks. "It's almost like I descend from a line of ponies genetically engineered to be innately attracted to your species."
"...That seems like some extremely deep lore. Can you elaborate on that?"
"N-No."
"Oh. Alright."
...
"Is being serviced by a mare genetically eng-"
"No."
"Drat."
You shift on the mattress and turn your head to the side. Fluttershy sitting next to the bed and staring at you non-stop was getting uncomfortable. Only now do you realize how pet dogs and cats must feel when they're just trying to chill and their human masters keep prodding them for hours at a time.
And you would have kept looking away, except suddenly you heard a faintly wet thump to the side. You sigh and don't turn.
"You know, Anon..." Fluttershy whispers.
You shrug your shoulders.
"Maybe we should trade instead. I'll tell you my fetish and you tell me yours."
"I thought ponies didn't have fetishes or whatever. You just get in heat and go to town."
"That's what I thought, but..." thump. "I feel something burning in me right now." thump. It was getting increasingly kind of wet. "I-I think I do have a fetish after all..." thump.
Finally, losing out to curiosity and the fear of not knowing what is happening, you shift again and turn your head.
Fluttershy is slapping her hindquarters on the ground again and again, as if riding someone cowgirl style and giving them the time of their life. Thump. Thump. Thump. Her eyes lock onto yours, her look intensifying with each thump of her ass onto the ground.
"I think..." she whispers. You swallow. " I have a human fetish..."
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The wetness of her marehood leaves an increasing puddle on the floor that her ass splashes into with each thump.
"I can't help myself, Anon... I need it... I need you..." she whispers.
Okay. You do NOT have a fetish for horses. But you find yourself locked on the sight of Fluttershy's rhythmic slapping... You find yourself imagining yourself beneath her... Her big eyes close to yours, fluttering... On second thought, ponies do kind of have huge asses by default...
Just before you make a choice you would very much regret (?), the front door is knocked on once again.
"Grraaah!" Fluttershy growls cutely. Even when she tries to look mad, she really is just adorable. So cute you could kiss her AAAAGHH SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.
After a minute of hoof stomping, Fluttershy calms down and cries out, "B-Be there in a minute!" She then turns to you.
You smile and attempt to make a zip motion over your mouth, thankful that you could kill the erection before she noticed.
She smiles back.
Then she goes gets some rags from somewhere and forms a gag out of them which she carries in her mouth.
She trots over to the bed, then pauses and gets a tiny smile. Nothing in your life has ever scared you more. She leans over and pushes the gag into the puddle by the bed, soaking up her juices. Then she pushes it clumsily into your mouth and ties it behind your bed somehow.
"I-I'll be right back, Anon. Be good." she smiles and leaves, locking the door behind her again.
The sensations are too multitudinous to describe.
First, the liquid which leaks out of the gag is unfathomably sweet to the taste, as if laced with pure sugar. It was kind of like a raspberry lemonade and you notice yourself biting on the gag to squeeze more out. It's fucked up but you can't stop.
Second, the smell is similarly sweet to an intoxicating degree; it fills up your nostrils and starts digging into your brain. If any scientists out there were wondering if cartoon pony pheromones worked on humans, the answer was yes. Extremely.
Third, and this is somewhat unrelated to gag itself, but you find it incredibly hard to breath and start half-choking half-coughing immediately. Fluttershy really did not think this through. Or maybe she did. You start to waver on the line between life and death while her scent and taste dominates your mind. Goddamn what a master manipulator.
It's such that you can barely hear the exchange at the front door.
"Applejack - hours - where she is?"
"Sorry - left immediately - idea."
"Important - dress - search party."
"Busy - Rarity - join later."
There was maybe some shuffling, maybe she came inside for a bit, maybe she didn't. The door shut. Fluttershy came back unlocked your door and entered.
"Why does everything have to be happening now..." she sighs. "If only you weren't so naughty before, Anon... Anon?"
Your delirious attempt at replying is muffled by the gag. Your eyes are half-rolled up to the back of your head as her scent and taste violate your mind like tendrils.
"Ah... Ah!" Fluttershy suddenly squeals with delight. "So that's your fetish, Anon!"
You shake your head weakly. But she's already hopped onto the bed.
"That's so romantic... Um... This means what you really wanted was me, right...? Just like I wanted you..."
You choke against the gag. "Can't... breathe..."
"It's okay, anon... I'll make you feel all better..." Fluttershy turns to busily pull your pants down and free your erection, putting her marehood above your face. The dripping juices land on your eyes and nose, burning them and making it even harder to see and breath. You feel your cock bounce free - made forcibly erect by wicked fleshomancy. And with that, Fluttershy turns back around. The rain from her crotch now falls upon your dick and readies it for what's coming next, even if you aren't. Her aqua eyes bore into yours.
And with that, she thumps her hips down just as she had done to the floor so many times before.
"Mmmhgggmh!" you scream through the gag.
Her marehood is hotter than the Sun and you realize that her pony body had been hot not just due to the fur, but because she was literally burning up inside. Her juices are like lava engulfs your cock as she sighs contentedly atop you, wiggling her horse ass into your crotch to relish in being hilted. Pink hearts, as pink as her luscious hair, arise prominently in her eyes as she gazes down at you.
"See, Anon...? Everything is so much better now..."
"Mgmgmgmhmhmh!" Translation: You caused the problem in the first place!
"That's right, just trust me... I'll take good care of you..."
"Mgmgmgmghgh!" Translation: The only thing I trust is nobody ever taught you about boundaries in your entire life!
"Mhm, mhm. It's okay... I know it was scary out there... But you're safe now."
"MGHGHGHGGHM!" Translation: THE MOST TERRIFYING THING HERE IS YOU! OH GOD, WHY ARE HORSES SO HEAVY?!
The mattress sinks and the bed frame creaks loudly as Fluttershy starts to repeatedly thwap her ass against your hips, your cock sinking deep into her marehood before getting pulled out again. Her hole is tight, the undulating horse muscles massaging your dick as if to welcome it inside, but her thick juices mean there is no difficulty in insertion whatsoever. Each thwap does feel like a wrecking ball threatening to destroy your hip bones, though, and make your wounds ache all over.
This is not, in fact, helping you feel better.
You try to use your free hand to push her off, but you're not exactly a bodybuilder, and it should be clear by this point that horses are FUCKING HEAVY!!! You end up just kind of groping her smooth chest (horses don't have booba), causing her to giggle maniacally while riding you.
"Ehehehe, Anon, your hooves feel really nice... They're so nimble and can do so much... Keep going... "
"MGGGH!"
You let your hand fall to the side limply and press your head against the pillow to endure the p.. pa... eerrr...
Okay, on the one hand, your body was not built to be ridden by a horse. Quite the opposite, in fact. But on the other hand.
"Mmm nnmg... Mggghh?!" Translation: Holy shit... This feels good as fuck?!
You've tried out your fair share of 'masturbation aides' in your day, but you're forced to admit that none can compare to this horse's pussy, what the hell. The burning heat like activates your almonds while the squeezing muscles are like a trained masseuse guiding you to heaven. A defiant compulsion within you demands that you fight back, to not let Fluttershy win, but your mental defenses were faltering fast.
"Mmm❤ Mmm❤" Fluttershy gasps. "This is just as good as I thought it would be, Anon❤ We may be made for each other❤"
"Mmgmggh..." Translation: You were made for a stallion, not a human...
"Uh-huh❤ Don't worry, heat season still has a long way to go...❤"
"MGGHGHGGH!" Translation: AAAAGH NO MY DICK CAN'T TAKE THIS MUCH LONGER!
Fluttershy licks her pony lips and leans forward, a happy smile on her face. Her pink hair spills over and tickles your cheeks. You try to shake your head to stop her, but with her front hoofs pinning you down there's nothing you can do. She firmly plants her pony lips on your mouth and kisses you through the gag, her tongue pushing the soaked rags further into your mouth while licking your face all over.
"Gggg...." you choke. What little actual air you had was gone now. You feel your mind going black as your vision fades. The last thing you see is Fluttershy's face pressed against yours, and the last thing you feel is your dick finally exploding with cum deep inside her wet marehood...
....When you awake, Fluttershy is sleeping next to you in bed, a contented smile on her face. Her long yellow forelegs have you wrapped in a hug, while her long pink mane and tail are draped over you in an act of subtle possessiveness. The heat of her hot pony body is like a miniature sun. Your pelvis hurts.
A single tear drips down your cheek.
Why couldn't it have been elves?
Just... God. Fucking Fluttershy.
Author's Note
Marked as hiatus because I have more story ideas but have no idea when I will be able to continue
Hope you enjoyed and didn't find it too generic, Flutterape friends
