The Experimentally Shocking Tale

by Regidar

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Comedy, Fluttershy, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1162

Or T.E.S.T. if you prefer.

This is a second person fic between you and Fluttershy. Now that you've gotten to know her better, she's going to let you in on a little secret...

Collab between me and Art Inspired. Edited and proofread by the same sexy guy.

Published 2012-11-27 05:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-11-27 05:00:01 UTC

T.E.S.T.

The Experimentally Shocking Tale
By Regidar and Art Inspired

You awake next to the most beautiful, loving and caring pony in all of Equestria. Her pink mane lays serenely on your body and the bed. For the past few days, you and she have been enjoying each other’s company. With your hand, you caress her furry chest and peck her on the head, waking her from the blissful slumber she seemed to be enjoying.

“Morning, Fluttershy,” you say, smiling and looking into those pearly eyes. “You slept well, I assume?”

“Oh, y-yes. Thank you so much. You’ve really helped me get over my fear of… umm… you know… sex.”

Giggling at her shy, overly cute smile, you wrap your arms around her to give the pony a tight, relaxing hug. While you snuggle in bed, you hear her soft, cozy moans caused by your firm grip. You try not to squeal at how adorable this mare really is, but it proved very difficult. Once you let her go, the two of you decide to take a nice morning jog together. Sometimes, it’s good to get the blood running first thing in the morning.

As you ran with the galloping Pegasus, both of you smiling happily at each other, grass was kicked up with every step you made. The wind in your hair, the cool November weather, the light warmth of the sun’s rays; it all made the two of you jittery as you enjoyed yourselves. Finally feeling tired, fairly away from Ponyville and any other forms of society, you plop down on the lush ground with Fluttershy falling next to you. Her feathers ruffle as she attempts to get herself in a more comfortable state. Feeling that it was necessary, you ask her if she’d like you to massage her. She looks over at you with a kind smirk and asks,
“In the open? Someone might see us if we get… well, more p-playful?”

You look around at the surroundings and see no such being that might notice your playful ways. “But, Fluttershy, there’s nopony around… We’re completely alone.”

The young mare speculated on it, wishing to be reluctant. You can tell by her worried look, but as she closes her eyes and lies down, you know she’s accepting. Your hands grace her back, letting her wings coast slowly outward. She relaxes more when you rub your thumbs in circles around her flanks. She sighs as you reach down and begin to calmly kiss her neck and continue down the middle. With every peck comes a soft, gentle moan of pleasure. You finally reach her wings and sit up. Your hands carefully grasp the wrist and make petite swirls while your fingers scratch and ruffle her feathers.

“This is… s-so relaxing.” You chuckle at her sweet voice while continuing with your work, making sure she’s pleasantly satisfied with the treatment. Suddenly, she turns towards you, her eyes look serious about what she wants to say, but the poor mare is so nervous, she hesitates.

“What is it, Fluttershy? Is something the matter?”

She gulps and asks you, “Can I… tell you about a very odd secret I have…? It’s kind of embarrassing to talk about, but you’ve been so helpful… Please, would you be offended?”

You shake your grinning head and explain, “Listen, I’d never be offended about anything. Come now, what might be that fetish of yours?"

Fluttershy closed her eyes tightly and admitted to you a rather odd thing. “I… have a p-… peeing fetish…”

Your mouth hangs open ajar as your mind wraps around this concept. At first, you thought her interest might’ve been simple, like wing licking, or even sexual intercourse while in flight, but a urine fetish? This was obscure to you. Despite your feelings about it, Fluttershy trusted you to help her with any sexual problems you might’ve had while you stayed with her. Making up your mind, you lied, “I’d be delighted to help you…”

She just stared at you, opened mouthed and taken back a bit by the acceptation. She slowly began to climb onto you while you lay on the plush grass. You take one last look around and unzip your jeans. As you do, she gulps and asks you one last time, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

You want to say no, but knowing it’d be wrong for you to do so, you simply nod your head and readied yourself for the golden shower. Small droplets of liquid seeped from her lower region and slowly dripped on your hardening member. More and more coasted upon your belly and began slid down your sides, making you quiver a little. The liquid was very warm, but smelled extremely odd. You tried to avoid the scent, but eventually let it in. Soon, your growth, waste; all the way up to your neck was coated in the mare’s light pee. You shuttered as she got down and off of you. Sitting up, you notice the feeling of cooled liquids cascading down and onto your legs, but for the most part, it was strangely arousing. You give Fluttershy your attention as she lays down on her back, adjusting her soothed wings on the grass. She’s still curious if you liked the treatment, but you figure it’s best to tell her you did. Secretly, you found it odd, like trying calamari for the first time. You think you’d not enjoy it, but once you taste how sweet it is, you realize it’s a delectable dish.

As you look down at her, she blinks and continues to give you an apologetic face. “I’m… s-sorry for peeing on you… P-please don't be mad…”

“I’m not mad,” you claim, forcing a smirk. “It’s different, but still… uh, sexy… in its own way, I guess…”

As you hold your third leg, you wonder if you should, but the mare assures you that she actually wants you to shower her with your piss. “Please… just do it…”

You gulp and reluctantly let your liquids flow, trying not to look baffled at how anyone could possibly enjoy being peed on. Her huffs of irregular amusement hit your ears. You stare down at her, see her lustful eyes and decide to give her exactly what she wants. Aiming for her moist love hole, you drench her lower lips with your salty water. Her eyes dilate with bliss as it’s absolutely filled to the brim. Soon, you feel yourself getting empty and spurt out what’s left in small, individual lines upon her soaked chest. The smell is ridiculously bone rattling, but for some reason, this seemed to be a bizarrely entertaining experience for you. As your assistance is appreciated, and you help even further by lifting the Pegasus to her hooves, you ask if you did a good job.

“Yes, you did a wonderful job! Thank you so much, Nicolas Cage!”

Acknowledgments

Acknowledgments

Thanks to Art Inspired for all his help.