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Chapter 2: The Beginning

Since her first exposure with the needle, things had gotten... complicated. The problem began to appear whenever she would think back to her last time, but it quickly escalated to whenever she found herself alone. Her head would begin to droop slightly and she’d prepare herself for a barrage of self depreciation.

You deserve some pleasure.

She shook her head in hopes that it would make the thoughts go away. “This isn’t pleasure, regular ponies don’t get pleasure this way, that is,” A light tint touched her cheek and she nervously swallowed . “None of the ones I’ve known do.”

Maybe they do, maybe they don’t. You haven’t actually been with anyone in awhile have you? Do you think they suspect your erotic tendencies. Her tail swished in annoyance and she tried to focus on the branches she was supposed to be collecting. It’s not like it would matter if they did find out though, I mean...would it? It sounds like that could actually be fun, imagine the look on Twilight’s face when... She shut her eyes so hard it almost hurt, in an effort to angrily drive the thought away. “I don’t even have to listen to you, so go away...please, just go...”

I know you think about it. What it would feel like to have her inside you.

“I don’t.”

I know you do, because I am you silly. Why can’t you just live a little and go out and actually make that dream of yours happen or why can’t you just go and have that dream right now? You need more, I know you want it.

“Because it’s not right to be with another pony like that!” Yelling at herself, and not even out loud at that, made her shrink back with a whimper and she fought to stand her ground without shaking. “I mean, I couldn’t, not anymore. I know it wouldn’t feel like that and besides it’s not that it is bad, the feelings that is, but for me... I just...” She sniffed. “You don’t know me half as well as you think that you do and...” She paused for a second, her lip quivering under the tirade she directed at herself. “and if you did, you’d know that it’s not anything I have to share.”

It always went like this. No matter how much she argued or for how long, she always left convinced that what she did was sick, messed up and that she liked being that way. It wasn’t true, couldn’t be true, but the argument never seemed to pan out as she’d wish and the thoughts never completely went away. She’d fidget uncomfortably from one hoof to the next as the pressure rose and rose until finally her desire won over.

There was no remedy to make it disappear, none but to please herself again and when she couldn’t find a way to do that, she’d grind her teeth and wait for the thoughts to be replaced. Hoping that they would and when they wouldn’t, she’d break down go to her room and cuddle with as many of her forest friends as she could.

The whole process was frustrating, painful, and it always felt like it lasted a bit longer each time before she finally had a chance to do anything. She feared the repercussions of her perverse indulgences and yet secretly, in a part of her mind that she kept hidden/detached even from herself, she dreamed it would never stop. Of being able to constantly relive each moment of pleasure and relief.

The pain was natural, it had always been, and that’s what broke her down more than anything, that the voice in the back of her head was right. It felt good and she needed to go live a little. It had become a habit. No matter how sound her arguments got for stopping or how great her passion was in validating them, they always disappeared when she thought of that one word; habit.

Habits weren’t serious. Obsessions were serious. Addictions were serious, but habits? No one needs to really worry about habits,Habits are embarrassing, they’re annoyances, secrets, and sometimes they’re even dirty. They can be made to change over time and easily overcome with enough willpower. She had willpower.

That’s all it is... She grabbed the needle from off the small desk at the back of the room and holding it carefully between her lips, lightly trotted over to the bed and knelt down. A small correction yet to be made. The thought made her frown and she dropped her head slightly causing the needle to slip to the floor.

“Eep!” Fluttershy jumped to her feet and the irony of it made her giggle softly. “Not like getting pricked by it is anything I should be afraid of.” The merriment however was short lived as it dawned on her she hadn’t see where the pin had dropped.

“Oh please don’t be lost.” She frantically swiped a hoof over the ground as if it was a metal detector.

What if it gets stuck in your mane? The thought burst into her mind and she dropped further to the ground searching more frantically, her eyes practically brimming over with tears. “Oh please be here, please be... ah!”

Fluttershy’s wings sprang out out and she shot backwards off of the ground and up onto the edge of the bed. “Ahhmmm!” She quickly forced the scream down into a quiet sob as a twinge of pain worked it’s way through her body. It coursed through her in mean waves and lifting her front right hoof up over her nose, she let out another short gasp. The needle was almost halfway in. “Uhh ah! ow, ow, ow...” Seeing it there, buried in her hoof, hurt and yet she couldn’t help but feel relieved. “At least It’s not lost anymore.” She said with a sniffle.

It was buried about halfway into her hoof and a little ring of red was angrily forming at the entrance point. Through trembling lips she let out a deep long breath. Feeling tears forming at the edges of her eyes she blinked rapidly.

The situation reminded her of when Angel had gotten a splinter running across the wooden flooring in the hall. It had taken her nearly ten minutes scrambling over chairs and around desks, begging him to sit still for a moment and allow her to pull the thing out.

Quickly.

That had been the key then and her best bet now. Raising the offending hoof towards her mouth she gripped the needle between her teeth letting the cool metal rest lightly on her tongue. Then, with her eyes shut so tightly she could see stars, she yanked her head back.

The pain was much more intense than she had anticipated and it sent shockwaves throughout her body, causing the needle to rattle against her teeth and she grinded down firmly on it to keep it from falling down again. The pleasure rippled underneath her skin and just watching the irritated red dot on her hoof grow, brought another wave of pain and she sighed contentedly.

“Fank oodness.”

She knew the words were wrong and yet it felt too good to stop. The line between pain and pleasure had been smeared, blurring the bright line between the two, as she grew bolder with her experiments. The feelings... She blushed furiously and her eyes shot towards the door, as if simply mentioning the thought that she enjoyed sex would summon a barrage of shocked and horrified ponies behind it. The sharp pang of fear that it caused made her double check the position of the needle against her tongue and she realized, cheeks still burning, that she would probably enjoy being watched, as it was her life seemed all about those types of cravings right now...

But recently, the small pin pricks of the needles had been barely enough to get her off. It seemed more annoying than exciting and it left her unfulfilled and frustrated. During her last fantasy, the small drops of blood were not exciting enough for her, and the rush she had felt the first time she had explored with it was gone.

“Still, It isn’t a really bad habit...” She toyed with the thin metal line on her tongue, rolling it from one corner of her mouth to the other. “Not totally...”

She slowly leaned back onto the mattress, lifting the hoof that had been pricked to her mouth. She rubbed it over her lips, first in a slow caressing circle and then escalating it into an insistent and needful line stretching it down onto her neck, pausing to caress and knead at the muscles there, before travelling beyond her chest and against her stomach, before resting shakily between her thighs.

“Aah!” Fluttershy lifted her head upwards exposing her chin and bringing her other hoof up along her side and across her cheek, against her lips, staying just long enough for a contented sigh before dipping it slowly inwards to enter her mouth. She pressed the needle that was already dancing giddily in there, down against her tongue and it caused her to squirm in anticipation. “Hmmm.” She had needed this for a long time.

Tilting her head so that her chin rested against her shoulder, she withdrew her hoof from her mouth, watching the twinkling threads that stuck to her hoof with growing anticipation. Playing with them till they stretched thin and broke. It created a small wet spot on her shoulder and down her arm and impulsively she spit the needle out into it. Groaning slightly, as her mouth was stripped of it’s source of pleasure. Her mind began to blur out all of the troubles that had been plaguing her all day and she smiled as they were replaced by her fantasy from before.

“Fluttershy, you’re wetter than usual.” Twilight leaned in and she pushed her cheek against Fluttershy’s, purring as she drifted towards the yellow pony ears.

The sticky breath of her unicorn lover caused Fluttershy’s own voice to pitch and reel frantically as she tried to catch her own. “Twilight... I, please...go slower...” Her voice began to dissipate into nothing more than a shallow whisper of pleasure and she allowed her body to go limp on the comfortable bed. “Twi...light...” Her neck muscles tightened from a stray nibble and she turned her face abruptly, causing the unicorn to giggle with sadistic glee.

“I want this to happen.” Twilight said, before nibbling down again, harsher this time and against Fluttershy’s ear. A whimper erupted slightly under her from the pegasus. “Does that whine mean you’re giving yourself to me?” Twilight abruptly took two steps back, distancing her warmth and the comfort of her tender breath.

Fluttershy brought a hoof against her cheek, where the unicorn had been less than a moment ago. “Why did you...” She turned her head away in shame and continued roughly, “why did you... stop.”

“Hush.” Twilight’s horn began to glow and she eyed her pony lover with a purr of approval before continuing. “Close your eyes.”

Fluttershy felt her cheeks flush hot and she shakily dropped a hoof between her moistened thighs. “O...k.” She looked Twilight in the eyes searching for the approval she so desperately wanted, that she had to have. “I, I really want to be with you.” She bit her lower lip and her wings slowly started to unfold causing her to hide her face even more. “Ah! No...” Her wings popped straight out and she shoved her front hooves against the joints at her back, trying to force them back down. The bed creaked beneath her from the struggle and she cried out even more.

Twilight smiled and the glow from her horn was replaced with a lighter pink one, that touched the corners of her cheeks. “I didn’t know you cared so much, I’m really flattered.” She lifted a hoof to her lips and coughed, hoping to draw out the stinging complexity from her face with it.

Fluttershy looked like she was about to burst into tears. “No, don’t look!” Her cheeks were bright as roses and she flipped her mane down in front of her face to hide them. “Don’t watch me.” She said so softly the movement barely made her mane tremble.

Twilight smiled. “You know, even though you hid your face, I can still see your... well, that you’re wet, Fluttershy.”

The pegasus, having barely just managed to control her wings, let out a short gasp followed by a stifled cry from behind her pink stranded barrier and she crossed her bottom legs, causing her to erupt into another gasp as her inner thighs touched together.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Twilight said softly, and carefully drawing energy to her horn once again pointed it towards the pegasus. “Get ready.”

“I can’t, I mean, you can’t I...I...”’ She looked at her lover, so confidently standing there, the cushions barely hiding the trembling excitement her purple legs gave off. “I’m...ready.” Fluttershy mumbled into the curls of her mane and ever so slightly relaxed her back legs back open.

“Fluttershy!” Twilight’s jaw dropped. “You’re quite the naughty pony after all.”

A wail followed by an illegible flurry of whispered protests came from the yellow pony on the bed and she smacked her legs together again, so tightly that she bounced on the mattress. The pure openness and nakedness of her body jolted her more than the lift from the bed and the inability to hide herself, that there was no hole to disappear into or no door she could shut herself behind, hit her so hard that it left her whimpering and her cheeks shook with each small gasp of air that she took in; and each time her chest rose it seemed to further push her open. Yet she reveled in it.

As she desperately sought to hide her arousal behind a quivering hoof, she felt the rush of pleasure wash over her and sting her neck, her face, her stomach, and even her thighs with color. It filled her body with pins and needles that made each touch stand out as its own special moment of intimacy and bonding. She reveled in the thought of being on display for Twilight, wanted the unicorn of her dreams to notice her, to reach out and take her, to kiss her and never stop kissing her and yet... “Wait.” She moaned and tried to disappear even more than before.

“No excuses Fluttershy.” Twilight’s horn shone dark purple and she abruptly charged forward, burying it deep between the pegasi’s legs.

“Wait!” Fluttershy groaned at the pain and her front hooves came forward to halt the toys progression inside of her, causing her wings to spring back out. “Not all at once!”

Twilight watched as Fluttershy’s bashful tears began to stream down her face and she sighed, unable to keep going without giving at least a little comfort to her poor lover. “Fluttershy, I only put in the tip.” Pulling back with a tilt of her head, she brought it up to rest on the submissive pegasi’s chest. “See?” The thin stream that coated the tip caused Fluttershy to cry out again and Twilight rolled her eyes. “Come on, you can take it. It is my special toy for you after all.”

“Twilight don’t say it like that and please don’t, um ...”

Ignoring the pleas, Twilight lowered her “toy” back down and again pushed it between the Pegusi’s slick inner thighs. Only this time she didn’t stop as just the tip pushed through, but wriggled and forced herself all the way in.

“Oh, Twilight! Yes!” She erupted and her whole body trembled in pleasure. “That’s so...it’s so...so...” Fluttershy frowned and flipped her mane back behind her ears. “boring...” She blinked and holding the needle up to her eyes twirled it on her hoof quizzically. “Why aren’t you working?” She pricked herself on the neck to make sure it was sharp. It was. She brought it back down to her hips again, driving the pin up against her flank while her other hoof resumed creating slow circles around her clit.

“Twilight yes, right there! Yes it hurts so good! Don’t stop, Don’t...” She let out a sad and flustered whine. Nothing. Rubbing a hoof over her leg she suddenly realized why. It’s too sore. She thought shamefully and redirecting the needle further back on her leg, once again pushed it up against her skin.

She watched with growing excitement as it resisted briefly, the build up as it teetered against her skin started to turn her back on. Then suddenly, it broke the skin and the tip dipped inside of her. It should have caused at least a small ripple of pleasure but again nothing happened. The corners of her eyes met slightly in annoyance and she shook her head, sending her mane sliding deeper down her shoulders.

It wasn’t painful.

She had known it for a long time.

She had been living the last week off of a feeling that no longer existed for her and yet she still secretly hoped that the tiny pin could be her rescuer once again. Work like it used too... It just wasn’t working.

She drove the needle into her flank again, this time faster and further in. “Please, I need this.” She forced back the line of water forming at the bottom of her eyes and kept using the needle, each time going deeper and harsher than the last. Nothing. Nothing, nothing!

“Why won’t you work?” The anger and irritation boiled over and yanking the needle out one final time threw it at the wall. The outburst only sparked more annoyance, as she realized she’d have to go searching along the floor for it just as she had earlier, or one of her critter friends might find it and get hurt.

I need something though...

She thought rubbing a foreleg dejectedly over her eyes. Something more... exciting. She felt guilty for using that word, but it was true. “I need something, I do, I...” She puffed her chest out. “I deserve to enjoy myself as much as anypony else.” Then after a moment of thought she added. “So long as it doesn’t hurt anypony else.”

A loud and shrill cry caused her to leap from the bed and she hovered for a second above it, before zipping over to the dresser at the front of the room. “Oh no! This isn’t good at all, not one bit!” Pulling open the top drawer she alighted to the ground and turned her attention to the wall beside the dresser. If the birds are up from their naps, then that means...her eyes glazed over numbly and she snorted. The others will be up shortly too, and that means...

Reaching out a hoof she rummaged along the baseboard by the dresser. No relief for you today, Fluttershy.

She felt like crawling back into bed and crying, but forced herself to keep moving. There would be no pity party, not when hungry animals needed her. Her quest for the needle didn’t take much longer and when she finally did have it in her hooves again she placed it back into the dresser, stopping only for a second to gaze at it longingly, before shutting the drawer.

By the time she had made it to the stairway, the house no longer buzzed with life but had erupted into a frenzy of paws and wings. “Um, please don’t run along the hallway you two.” She glided across the living room and into the kitchen. “Hummingway stop teasing Angel,” The little bird grinned and buzzed off. “And Angel, I have snacks coming,” Then addressing all the animals she added, “So all of you go back out and wait quietly in the living room for it to be prepared. That is, if you wouldn’t mind.”

When none of them budged she sat down on the floor in front of them. “Alright then, we can sit and have a nice long chat about who’s cleaning what after dinner tonight.” That was all it took for the room to turn into a ghost town. She tilted her head and giggled. “Much better.”

With the kitchen now cleared, she glided up to the cabinets and began pulling out vegetables and spices, dropping them neatly into little bowls lined up along the counter. Then, as she floated back to the ground, she held a hoof out in front of her gently tugging open the silverware drawer as she touched down. Just as she began to skim over the silverware for her kitchen knife, a series of grumbles erupted from outside and rolling her eyes with a smile, she trotted over to the door and leaned her head out. “Ten minutes guys, I promise. So if it isn’t too much trouble, please keep waiting, ok?”

Not waiting for the wave of nods she knew was happening behind her, Fluttershy stepped back over to the counter, gingerly dipping her head into the open drawer to come away with the long knife between her teeth.

She began chopping the vegetables up quickly, sometimes switching them out of one bowl and into another, adding dashes of spice here and there, as she flitted above the ground, moving from bowl to bowl. She was finally starting to enjoy herself when the failed attempt at release came rushing back into her mind. Picking up speed, she cut cleanly through a pair of carrots with an annoyed slash . It irked her, the whole thing had just been very... disheartening...

“It’s not important.” The knife jiggled dangerously around in her mouth and she set it down on the counter with a blush.

Not Important.

She had said it with a tone of finality, as if through force she could make herself believe it. “After all, it’s not unheard of or the end of the world to leave without...” Remembering where she was Fluttershy sheepishly finished with, “Being happy.”

Eager to move beyond the whole situation Fluttershy brought her mouth down to scoop the blade back up. She had just begun to slice into a head of lettuce, when a loud crash followed by a chorus of angry chirping caused her to jerk up from her work.

“You guys, don’t fight. I’m almost...Aah!” The knife slipped from her lips and clattered to the floor, but not before leaving a thin red trail along the length of her front left knee.

“Ooohhh,” Fluttershy gasped as a flood of bliss surged through her entire body causing her wings to jut out slightly. “No, not that!” Doing her best to ignore the throbbing that had started up in her leg, the yellow mare yanked hard at her wings, barely bringing them back into control.

The pets cannot see you like this. She thought nervously glancing at the door to the next room.

It had gone quiet again and she did her best not to think about how the cold steel had cut into her skin. About how the blood was dripping down her forehoof and sprinkling out onto the laminated wood flooring.

She eyed the wound poking it tenderly with her other hoof. The cut wasn’t deep, but it had drawn a fair amount of blood. [

i]A lot more than the needle ever would, She instantly regretted the thought as it caused her wings to stiffen again.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she barely noticed the loud tapping that had started up behind her or that over the last few seconds it had steadily crescendoed. Her mind only just picking it up as a speeding ball of white fur suddenly crashed against her leg.

“Angel?!” Fluttershy rocketed upwards and grabbed onto the light in a wailing heap, Sending Angel rolling back against one of the many wooden cabinets. “I thought I told you to go sit and wait in the living room with everyone else.”

He stamped and angrily pointed at the few drops of blood on the ground and then at her leg.

“Oh, it’s not anything, really.” She dropped down to stand in front of him and he grabbed her leg gently rubbing a paw over the bruised line, his eyes steady on her own as he searched for any kind of a reaction. “Really, I’m ok Angel. It’s not even that deep and... Ow!” Fluttershy pulled her leg back and Angel crossed his arms in annoyance. “It’s nothing,” She trotted over to the knife and bent down. “Go sit back down, I can...”

He abruptly grabbed her tail and pulled, causing the timid pony to turn knife clenched between her lips. “Angel,” She said, struggling to keep it from falling out again. “I’m fine and if you don’t go back out and let me...” The knife dropped and reaching down she picked it back up. “hurry, no one is gonna get any...”

He tugged once more on her tail, this time harder, and pointed at the door.

“Angel I have to, the food.”

He shook his head emphatically and pointed at his chest and then at the half prepared bowls in the kitchen.

“Oh, but you couldn’t. You’re not...” She stopped and considered her words. “It’s not fair to make you do this when...” The knife dropped a third time and again she bent over to retrieve it with her mouth.

Angel rolled his eyes and bounced from her tail up to her front legs. Then stamping twice he pointed at the door again.

Fluttershy turned the knife point away from him and doing her best to speak again said, “I’m fine, go...”

He stamped hard and then hopping forward shoved against her uncut hoof.

“Angel you don’t have too,” She lowered her head slightly. “Well, I mean... are you sure you can handle things?” He pushed harder and she started to back up towards the living room door. “Cause if you’re not sure I...” He stopped pushing and Fluttershy tilted her head. “Do you need me to...”

Angel shook his head and hopping back he pointed to the stairs and motioned with his front paws for her to go lie down. Then taking another step back he reached out and slammed the kitchen door shut.

“Oh, ok then.” The knife slipped from her mouth yet again and she bent to pick it up and then it dawned on her. “Angel open up,” She quickly scooped the knife into her mouth, adding, “I need to...”

A large stamp sounded from inside the kitchen.

“But I...”

Five fast stamps and Fluttershy took two steps back from the door. “Ok.” She whimpered and turning in a circle stared straight into a chorus of curious eyes. “Oh, um... I got a little bruised and I guess lunch is going to be served by Angel.” She shuffled the knife around in her mouth. “For today... But, no need to worry. I’m fine, just...well you all know how he gets.”

She unfurled her wings and drifted up the stairs, waving a quick goodbye with her good foreleg.

You still have the knife. She felt the stinging of her leg more intensely and she bit down harder on the appliance. “No.” She whispered between clenched jaws. “I can’t do that, I can’t...” She reached the bedroom and gently flying in and then shutting the door behind her, she felt her heartbeat increasing.

She didn’t like having the utensil outside of the kitchen. In fact, her keeping meticulous track of the food and the cooking tools was one of the few things she allowed herself to be anal about. She couldn’t afford to not be obsessive about it, not with a house overflowing with animals.

Hovering lightly by the door, she skimmed an eye over all of the furniture in the room. “The bed is out of the question, If some poor creature or even I cut themselves... I could use the lampstand, but...no...that wouldn’t work either.” Her eyes finally came to rest on the dresser to her left and she turned to face it straight on. “I guess I could put in in the top drawer with the odds and ends...” She dropped to the ground and trotted over to it. “Until I can put it back, when Angel Isn’t so worried, after my nap sometime...” Tugging open the uppermost drawer with both front hooves she looked at the right one and frowned. “Of course I won’t be able to go anywhere until the cut stops bleeding.”

Her wound was not nearly as horrible as she had thought; in fact, as far as kitchen accidents go, it was fairly average. She had sliced through a good amount of skin, but nothing beyond and what little bleeding that had appeared was already being replaced with a puffy red bump.

Forcing herself to look away from her leg, she peered into the open desk drawer looking for the perfect spot to place the knife. Her eyes fell on the sewing kit and the needle she had used earlier that day. It caused her stomach to flip and she wasn’t sure if it had made her happy or upset. She hadn’t gotten any pleasure from it, not for a few days. All that she did seem to get was frustration. In fact, the only pleasure she had gotten recently... The only enjoyment she had was from...

Leaning her head down she opened her mouth and deposited the knife in the drawer. It bounced twice into the air, the second rapidly following the first, before coming to rest with a slightly dulled vibration a few inches to the left of her prized needle. The long thin body of the needle was practically invisible next to the blade and she sighed. No wonder there was no rush of pleasure from it anymore.

The rush of pleasure. Dabbing lightly at the wound on her leg she could feel the a brief tingling of pleasure. As if her body had been overloaded before and now released it in concise waves so it didn’t overtake her senses again. Running a hoof along the thin line brought a flush of red to her cheeks. She had been looking for something like this, something overwhelming and powerful enough to negate everything else that was going on around her. Allowing her to focus solely on the harm and relish it completely.

“Oh...” Her back legs shook and she fidgeted from left to right; she was getting turned on and she blushed at the horror of the thought.She shouldn’t be feeling happy about the accident. It was harmful and if it had gone any deeper, could’ve been damaging in the long run.

But, it didn’t go deeper. That was true, it hadn’t and would probably heal completely over the next few days. The only thing it would leave behind is a memory of unbelievable pleasure. Turning her attention from the drawer, she rubbed at the needle wounds near her rump and then the slash on her leg. The extra jolt of happiness made sense. Her eyes locked on the knife and she travelled the length of it, from handle to tip. The difference in size, force, everything was so much bigger and better. The thoughts floated through her mind guiltlessly, even if it caused her cheeks to redden slightly.

Getting cut by the knife had that same rush as when she had first gotten pricked by the needle, that same immense feeling of joy and shock and...and... She reached out with her mouth and shakily picked it up from the bottom of the desk.

She was beyond being just wet now and holding the knife in between her lips only seemed to intensify the feelings in her.

If you’re careful nothing will be permanent. She sat down on the floor with her back to the dresser and angling the blade towards her already wounded leg, took two deep breaths to steady herself, then dipped the tip against her skin.

“Ooh!” The flood of raw satisfaction caused the blade to shake loose from her mouth and it clattered onto the ground, coming to rest dangerously between her legs. “Yes.” She cooed. The feeling of ecstasy was so perfect and complete... Sliding a hoof against the space between her thighs, she began to work rapidly at the tenderness there, rubbing in tight furious circles.

“Mmm!” The blood had started to drip down her leg and the sight of it made her tremble furiously. She picked up the speed between her legs and felt her whole body start to rattle. “Oh, yes!” Her wings jutted straight out behind her, shoving her away from the dresser and making the knife skid away in circles to the middle of the floor.

Her wings splayed out on either side as she fell down onto her back without the support of the wood behind her. “Knnhg!” She kicked at the ground with her back hooves and she bent her hoof against her clit and went even faster. It caused the cut on her leg to respond back angrily and she cried out. “Aah yes, yesss!” She dipped her hoof deep inside the folds of her pussy and let out a wail of happiness as she came. “Yes!”

Fluttershy convulsed three times before coming to a pulsating stop. She brought her hoof out from between her legs and up along her neck. It was boiling over and she giggled. “I did it.” She said happily. Her whole body continued to flood with satisfaction and she gulped in air hungrily. Both of her front hooves now rubbed along her neck and cheeks, coaxing the color out of them with long tender tender strokes. “Finally.” She said softly. “It works again.”

Author's Note

As authors we have to say clop hasn’t always been our strongest point of interest or really a point of interest. But we’re writing it anyways, I guess it’s for fun, maybe? Well, whatever the reason we’ve always stayed away from it. But don’t let that boring and completely irrelevant little history stop you, (Heck it’s not stopping us!) we hope you’ll enjoy this. While it is way out of our ordinary writing tastes, it’s been a blast and we’re giving it our best shot. (no pun intended). So here’s another chapter of our crummy clopfic, you lovable peeps.

By the way, we’d love it if you’d drop us a comment or like/dislike the fic if you can...please... Cuttershy pleads with you. No, she tells you. Do it…or else...

Love Always,
SilverTongue123 and Appletini