Married to a Pony

A Night with Fluttershy

The warmth of the fireplace in unison with the sound of wood burning and cracking under the heat was finally getting to you, drowsiness was setting in, in a few minutes you’ll be asleep if nothing manages to disturb you. You ponder things you normally would never have thought twice about, overall you feel like you’ve hit the jackpot in the lottery. You managed to purchase a comfortably sized home with a master bedroom, bathroom, moderately sized kitchen, and sizable living room complete with a fireplace. Not only that but you’ve also managed to capture the heart of the girl of your dreams, well, not as much girl as mare. Yes, your lover, your wife, your adorable four-legged equine spouse, Fluttershy.

As if on cue she trots up and pounces onto your lap and awkwardly shifts to find a comfortable position. Her arrival marked the turning of the tides in your war with drowsiness, her presences alone make you more aware of your surroundings, and you feel a sudden burst of energy flow throughout your body. OK… that may be a tad bit exaggerated but you are more awake now, enough to realize that she is looking at you expectantly. You’ve been with Fluttershy long enough to know what she wants, her favorite of emotional bonding practices, still, you make her wait. Why are you making her wait when you know what she wants one may ask? ‘Tis a simple answer! You enjoy watching her struggle to articulate her desire. Though it may seem a tad bit on the sadistic side, you simply enjoy the adorable faces she makes when, after all this time you’ve spent together, she still blushes when you two get intimate.

“um…” Fluttershy manages to squeak as she begins to speak.

“Yes?” Your reply is quick, and hidden within is a tone of expectancy and calculation implying some deeper ulterior motive. The game begins, how long will it be this time? You recall her record being two hours and thirty-five minutes back when the two of you started dating. That being said, since your marriage her average time now is around fifteen to twenty minutes.

“…” She remains silent, though you know what she’s attempting to muster her courage, its fucking adorable! “I-I want you to p-pet my mane!”

You’re in complete shock, that’s not right?! That would mean she shattered her previous record by a long shot! Not only that but she shouted this out, well what is considered shouting for Fluttershy is more like a normal tone for everyone else. Still you can’t help but admire her motivation; she worked hard to overcome many of her flaws, for both you and her.
“Of course my dear, you know I enjoy it as much as you do.” Your response is accompanied by a gently and caring smile as Fluttershy once described. As she turns her head in anticipation you notice a substantially large smile across her face. The warm feeling in your heart that manifests itself whenever her smiles reach can only be described as heartwarming.
You begin running your fingers through her soft spring pink mane down its length. Like silk her mane is soft-to-the-touch and smooth without any knots or tangles. Her scent reminds you of the various gardens throughout Ponyville hinting at what a majority of her day’s work consisted of. The two of you simply enjoy the closeness of each other and allow the seconds turn into minutes and so on.

An hour later… or was it two; it does not matter at this point as the two of you have already lost track of time enjoying each-others company; you finally break from this endless activity by embracing her in a tight hug from behind. You notice her surprise when a squeak manages to escape her but it is not unwelcome. She places a hoof on your arm reciprocating the embrace. As she turns her head to look you in the eye you kiss her on her forehead, earning you a light giggle and a slightly flushed expression on her face.

“So it took you this long to make the next move?” You barely manage to make out these words, to your surprise she’s been much more assertive today, though based on her current volume you calculate her new found courage to be running thin.

“Well, you know, I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything.” This times your voice starts to falter, your own shyness starting to surface once more from its long banishment.

Giggling she says “but we’ve been married for a while now.” After pointing this out her voice noticeably softens, “and I don’t want you to think I’m some weird pony who always-“

Before she finishes her statement you kiss her immediately causing her to lose her train of thought. In all honesty it’s a miracle you two managed to confess to each other in the first place, let alone get married. The two of you share one common trait in that you’re both overly cautious around the ones you care most about. Needless to say for those watching from the outside progress was initially painfully slow.

As you continue your kiss she readjusts herself into a more comfortable position resting her forelegs on your shoulders and returning your kiss. As your tongue meets hers you are able to feel the warmth of her body on yours, her flank resting on your lap; your arms around her lower body; her wings covering your arms; and finally her forelegs resting on your shoulders. Your passionate kiss ends when the two of you have to part for air.

Your ears are filled with the sound of Fluttershy panting lightly, her face flushed with a very easily noticeable shade of pink against her light grayish gold coat. With your male instincts now taking over you initiate the second round of passionate kisses which are warmly received by your lover. Your mind now begins to wonder, you think about the time you’ve spent here, the family and life you once knew in another world, and the overall purpose to life its- you snap back to the present situation as you feel your lovely wife’s hoof on your ever erect member. Oh well, philosophical thinking can wait until after you’ve tended to both you and your wife’s more primal needs, not that your complaining.

With surprising amounts of assertiveness you both make the next advances in unison; she begins to pull out your second in command while your hands begin to venture to her mare hood. If one had to explain what had just happened to a normally overly reserved married couple, they have finally succumbed to their sexual desires. Only parting for air, you and your goddess of adorableness continue with your deep kisses while ever so steadily exploring your respective partner’s anatomy.

Inevitably you find yourself shirtless on the recliner with your pants well on their way to being off. However, before your ever so devious wife’s plan comes to fruition, you pick her up in your arms and begin walking towards the bedroom. Confused at first she quickly understands your motives and kisses you while you walk making the overall task fairly difficult as you bump into various objects on your way. Regardless of the obstacles in your way, you do finally make it to the bedroom.

Upon reaching the bed you lay her down gently on her back and immediately start kissing her body thoroughly working from the nap down to her chest and finally arriving at her mare hood with the fullest intent to service her properly, both out of courtesy and preparation for your manhood. She resisted at first purely out of embarrassment rather than discomfort, as you began to go to work on pleasuring her she quickly began to concede to the desire. Your ears are filled with the euphoric sounds of Fluttershy’s soft and gentle moans of intense pleasure. The volume of her moans only reinforces your long standing theory that due to her timid nature and the lack of normal use of her voice resulted in her almost literally being unable to raise her voice past a certain degree.

You can tell by the pace of her breathing and the magnitude of her moans that she is close to her climax, as you go in for the kill she uses as much strength as she can muster to stop you. Lost and slightly confused you look into her eyes in search of answers.

“Together,” she responds, “let’s finish together!” The second half of her statement filled with a considerably larger amount of enthusiasm. Finally understanding what she desires you reposition yourself to meet her gaze head-on.

Words completely unnecessary at this point you locate her entrance with one hand and support yourself with the other. Upon locating it you shoot your beloved wife one final glance for confirmation, her expression silences any uncertainties within you and you proceed. As you enter you begin to feel your love’s warm wetness envelop your second head tightly forcing you to use every last ounce of self-control to stay in command of your body.

If your wife had yet to climax she was on the verge, as soon as you entered fully she left out a particularly loud (for her) moan and wrapped all four of her legs around your body. This time she was the one that initiated the kiss when she rather forcibly stuck her tongue into your mouth as you started rhythmically moving your shaft in and out.

To the two of you the only two things in existence at that moment were you and she, the world outside of your lover’s embrace just seemed to melt away into non-existence. To you she was all that was and to her there was only you. For that brief moment in time it was a perfect heaven and the only feelings were that of love and total bliss.

The two of you were finally at your limits, unable to hold out any longer you both reached the climax simultaneously. You unleash your load into which she in turn kindly receives. Exhausted from a long day of work you finally feel relaxed for the first time in a good while. You fall over by her side lying on your back. Fluttershy wastes no time and quickly repositions herself on you, effectively turning you into her own personal body pillow, again, not that you’re complaining. A few minutes pass before she moves to kiss you passionately once more. When you two finally part she whispers quietly, or possibly mutters “sleepy.” You laugh lightly and in agreement drift off into sleep. Yes, you both could use some rest. As for me, it seems that both of you have forgotten that due to a drunken bet with Rainbow Dash I’ve been trapped in your bedroom closet that for some reason has two doors, the other connecting to the hallway and living room. Oh well I’ll wait a few more minutes before I sneak out to make sure I don’t disturb the two of you.