Ever Growing Friendship

Written By: Cloudline Dasher

Edited By: Bytestorm

Chapter 15: Angel's Defiled Spot

“Dinner was delicious Fluttershy, you really are a great cook!” Trace complimented as he laid down his fork. He grabbed his napkin and wiped seasoning from his mouth left by the silver fish, which was reduced to no more than simple bones on a plate in front of him.

A giggle could be heard from Lyra as she added to the compliment, “Yeah! You really are good at cooking. I never thought I would like fish so much!”

Lowering her own fork, Fluttershy glanced up to her herd mates with a faint reddish hue, “Thanks, I've had a lot of practice with fish, since it's a favorite dish back home in Cloudsdale.”

Getting up with a short laugh and a grin, Trace started to gather up the plates, and deposited the fish bones into the nearby trash can. He then proceeded to the sink as a soft voice hurriedly called to him, “Trace! You are guests in my cottage, please, I will clean them.” Fluttershy stated with a worried demeanor, but it didn't faze her stallion.

“You help do dishes at my house, I can do the dishes here. I feel like you girls spoil me too much!” Trace ended in a laugh, as he placed another plate into the sink and began to fill it with water and soap.

Fluttershy looked to Lyra with worry, but that only seemed to make the minty green mare giggle, “Don't worry Shy, it's normal for him; says he feels like he is taking advantage of us when we do so much for him.”

Shifting her eyes from Trace to Lyra, she gently nodded. She didn't feel any better about letting her stallion do her dishes, but didn't say anything more. The three made idle chatter until the dishes were done, and then the three headed into the living room to sit down. He looked to the window to notice it had started raining while they were talking. He had made it a habit to bring Thumper along, mainly out of guilt of leaving a baby alone all the time. He was a little worried about the three bunnies getting caught in the rain, but Fluttershy assured him that Angel had plenty of little coves and trees that they were probably held up in.

Since the date, Trace had noticed that in the past week Lyra has become rather affectionate toward Fluttershy and himself. He assumed that it was most likely because in three weeks she would be leaving for the Royal Euphony, and she wouldn't see them much until fall. In the back of his mind, he suspected she was acting this way in hopes of triggering Fluttershy's arousal, but so far it hadn't been more than licks, nibbles, cuddling, and whatever else. Before the date a week ago, when he sat on the couch, Fluttershy would sit on one side of him, and Lyra would take the other. This changed since then, and lately Fluttershy would cuddle up to Trace's side as normal, but Lyra would always pretty much lay on top of Fluttershy and attack her with affectionate nips to her ears, or where ever else she could get too.

Trace watched out of the corner of his eye as his loving yellow pegasi crawled up onto the couch, splaying her forelegs over his left leg. Lyra followed suite and jumped up behind Fluttershy and threw her body over the delicately shy mare, pinning her to the couch. Trace could easily reach both of them if he wanted too, but settled for his left hand gently stroking Lyra's neck. His right hand was currently on Fluttershy's hoof and being affectionately nuzzled by the creamy, loving pegasus.

He looked down to see the expression on Fluttershy's face was no more than content, as far as he could tell. She was rather happy in this position, cuddled up to Trace, while Lyra nuzzled her neck. Though every so often, Fluttershy would flinch whenever Lyra would nip at a particular sensitive spot below her ears, or would aim her kisses to her neck. Trace only wondered when Lyra would try to start something truly sexual, but she never crossed that final border. From what Trace was assuming, she was waiting for either the Fluttershy or himself to say they wanted to go further, but he could tell that quite a few times his feathery yellow marefriend would suddenly give out a moan, and would immediately try to hide behind a large wall of pink mane.

However, Fluttershy failed at hiding her wings, which stiffened in excitement. Trace was extremely thankful this time that Twilight forced him to read up on Pegasi Biology. Anything the academic mare thought he needed to know, she wouldn't hesitate to make him read an entire book and take a test on the subject. Most of the time it was daunting, but at this moment he was enjoying the fact that he could somewhat read Fluttershy's body language. What he couldn't help, though, was whenever Fluttershy would make those cute little noises and then desperately try to hide them, it would make a certain part of himself stiffen in arousal; and at the moment, the yellow hooves in his lap weren't helping. Trace held back from trying to sigh in frustration, which just resulted in him tensing up.

Glancing down to make sure Fluttershy and Lyra weren't paying him attention, he bit his lips and tried to control his breathing, 'unsexy thoughts... think about unsexy tho...'

The brown haired human's eyes shot open as the usually quiet and shy pegasus suddenly squeaked rather loudly, her hooves fidgeting in his lap, prominently stroking his semi hardening shaft under the fabric of his tan pants. He looked over to notice Lyra had moved down Fluttershy's body and was kissing the part between Fluttershy's shoulder blade and her neck. He could see a good bit of Fluttershy's face, and it was reddened. Her wings fully extended before she realized they were showing off her arousal, and she snapped them tightly back to her sides. Looking to Lyra, Trace could see a tad bit of deviousness on her expression. Trace couldn't much blame her, he felt like he wanted the relationship to move forward too, but it was spring. He had already spoken with Lyra about it, but she said they wouldn't go into heat for another couple weeks. The musical unicorn had stated that she usually got hers on the week before leaving for the Royal Euphony, so with that being three weeks away, it shouldn't be a problem.

Noticing they were swaying slightly, Trace looked over to see Lyra slightly grinding her hips down onto Fluttershy like she was lightly humping her. The sight only seemed to make his face redden and his attempts at forcing his arousal away to diminish. His heart thumped in his chest in fear that Fluttershy would notice the increasing throb under her hooves. Fluttershy, however, seemed to be focused on Lyra's nibbling, which was only a few inches away from her left wing. She squeaked once more, her forehooves twitching around onto his girth. That was it, Trace couldn't hold it back any longer. His member was quickly growing and he was sure Fluttershy could probably feel it. The animal loving pegasi didn't seem to really move though. Her hooves kept squirming however, but Trace guessed she just really liked Lyra's administrations. He looked over once more to see Lyra really loosing herself. He swallowed as he thought to himself, 'she must really want Fluttershy...'

Trace was jerked from his brief thoughts as the squirming of Fluttershy's hooves seemed to pick up pace. He paused and looked down to notice that her hooves had a rhythm to them. A blush crossed his features and his member throbbed as he suddenly thought, 'I-is she trying to...?' Trace's thoughts were cut off quickly as Fluttershy glanced up past her mane; when she realized her stallion was looking back, her face reddened and she shot her gaze back down, but didn't stop her strokes. Trace let out a sigh of desperation and arousal as his mind raced, 'Sh-she is! What should I do!?'

Before he could really have a chance to think, Fluttershy suddenly shuffled, moving a little closer. Her mouth nuzzling down into her stallions crotch and taking a deep breath. This only forced a large breath out of him. By now his hands were trembling, he didn't know what to do with them. He had told himself that he wanted Fluttershy, and it was true, but now that it was happening, he wasn't sure how to react. He was already used to the idea of not wanting to rush her, but now, it was like his excitement and anticipation were set into overdrive. Several emotions and worries crossing his mind all at once, but for him, that only seemed to heighten his arousal.

When a grunt was heard, Trace looked down to notice that Fluttershy was trying to unbutton his pants with her teeth. In fear that she was going to damage her teeth, he nervously reached his right hand down to quickly unbutton them, tugging the fabric apart making the zipper unzip all the way. When her cyan irises met with his, he couldn't help but avert his gaze, a crimson hue darting across his cheeks. Grunts escaped him whenever Fluttershy lowered her muzzle and nibbled at the rock hard rod that throbbed through the fabric of his boxers. The horny yellow mare gave a loud moan suddenly as Lyra's own muzzle connected with the base of her left wing. Trace could feel her shudder before she hesitantly returned her muzzle to his member, tugging at the fabric to make it release the hard treat underneath. He forced himself to glance down as his member sprung free of the fabric. He could feel the cool air followed by the heat of Fluttershy's breathing on his girth. She just seemed to eye the alien looking appendage for a moment, studying its structure.

When Fluttershy became silent for a tad bit too long, Lyra looked up to see what was the matter. A blush shot across the minty unicorn's muzzle, not from embarrassment, but one of lust. When she realized what Fluttershy was looking at, she hastily returned her lips to Fluttershy's wings, the control she was using to not go too far, too fast, was quickly tossed out the window. She eagerly nibbled at her wings, and ground her hips against the delicious yellow rump. Shy's mouth shot open in a surprised grunted moan, snapping her out of her trance. When she managed to regain some composure, she gently placed her forehooves to either side of Trace's member. By the way his Pegasi was shaking, Trace couldn't tell if she was nervous, or if Lyra was just doing a particularly good job at pleasuring her wings. Trace let out a pleasure filled sigh of his own as he felt a tongue collide with the underside of his member. When Fluttershy's tongue licked up the length and over the head, he flinched and grabbed the fabric of the couch from the sensitivity of the head. She seemed to take notice, but didn't look up for a reaction.

She took her licks a little lower until she reached his scrotum, taking a deep whiff, which only heightened her arousal and stiffened her wings a little further. Fluttershy flinched when she felt her minty unicorn pull off of her. She was about to look back to see what was wrong, when she felt her tail being moved to the side. She half expected herself to panic, but she surprisingly felt her face heat up and her hind end raising in a begging lust. Lyra puckered her lips to gently blow a long stream of cooling air onto Fluttershy's awaiting marehood, making it twitch and blink back. The pink maned pony let out a moan, before returning her attention to Trace's stallionhood, starting at the base before making her way up to the head. By now, Trace had his fingers running through Fluttershy's mane and his head leaning back against the wall behind the couch.

Trace took notice that Fluttershy's tongue was almost like silk compared to Lyra's. Lyra's, while pleasurable, was a little bit rougher, but Fluttershy's just seemed to be like someone was running rose petals over his member. The delicate yellow pegasus calmly let out a pleasure filled sigh as Lyra's lips connected with the base of her tail and made a small trail of saliva down the side of her plot. Unable to resist his curiosity, Trace looked over to watch his lovely green unicorn. As soon as he did, Lyra immediately took notice, her eyes connecting with his, but never halting her assaulting licks to Fluttershy's plot. Very slowly, Lyra couldn't help but grin as she lowered her head to Fluttershy's entrance. Teasing the lips with her tongue, instantly making Fluttershy jump in surprise, followed by a heat filled moan.

Throbbing at the visual before him, Trace's stallionhood twitched, making Fluttershy return her attention to his girth. Letting out a moan of his own as Fluttershy took the long rod into her maw, wrapping it in a silky rose petal enclosure. Unable to really focus, the back of his head returned to its resting place against the wall. His left hand finding its way to Fluttershy's neck, where he began to gently stroke the fur. At the moment, his pegasi marefriend seemed to be taking it slow, and he could tell he was probably a tad too much for the yellow virgin; since every time she would take about half his girth, Fluttershy would almost gag. He trusted that she wouldn't push herself, but felt the need to say something anyway, “Take your time, okay Shy?”

Without pulling off his member, Fluttershy tried to reply, which only managed to send minor vibrations through his shaft. Suddenly, she pulled off, panting rapidly, but from what both Trace and Lyra could tell, their marefriend was getting close. Her wings were like boards, spread out to either side of her. Deciding to take the less greedy path at the moment, Trace reached over and gently grasped the base of Fluttershy's right wing, making her groan out and shudder. Slowly, he traced up her wing and every once and awhile would run a feather through his fingers. Meanwhile, Lyra was lost, her snout buried into the creamy pegasi's tunnel and her hoof maniacally circling on her own mound. Lyra could feel her orgasm nearing, but refused to let go before Fluttershy got hers. Which thankfully wasn't long, because within seconds she began to shudder and spray juices into Lyra's awaiting mouth. Trace only got harder from the sight, knowing how well Fluttershy was feeling at the moment. His eyes darted over to Lyra when he noticed her also shudder, apparently having an orgasm, but nowhere as big as the one his other mare seemed to be having.

Lyra pulled off of Fluttershy, her breathing slightly labored, but lust refusing to falter. Jumping from the couch, Lyra moved around to in front of Trace and tried to make eye contact with Fluttershy, “Shy, you want to go further, or should I finish him?”

Silence was all that could be heard, but both of Fluttershy's herdmates could tell she was seriously giving it thought even though her face was riddled with embarrassment, lust, and a tad bit of fear. Very slowly, Fluttershy shook her head, a look of guilt marking her features as she looked up to her stallion for some sign of disappointment, but all she found was her chin being lifted up by a finger as her lips met with Trace's. As soon as it happened, the kiss ended, followed by him softly saying, “Maybe next time.”

Suddenly, Fluttershy shuffled backwards a hoof or so as Lyra didn't hesitate to crawl up and straddle their coltfriend’s lap, his member prodding her passage. The pegasi's eyes slightly widened out of curiosity as she watched her mates’ facial expressions as Lyra slowly lowered herself. Both gave audible grunts as Trace hilted inside of his moaning unicorn. By now, they had mated possibly dozens upon dozens of times, but having a third there, made it all the better. Slowly at first, Lyra raised up before lowering back down, a small reddened hue across her cheeks that Fluttershy took notice too. Quickening her pace, Lyra would pull off almost completely, before slamming back down, her speed quickening with each thrust until she was pounding Trace down into the couch. Not being able to move, or aid in the thrusting, he could only sit there and roam his minty mare's body with his hands.

Soon Fluttershy felt her own sex heating and moistening far more than she could have ever imagined. She looked on with complete interest as her two lovers mated right beside her on her couch. She took a quick mental note to thoroughly clean the couch before Angel returned, especially since they were doing it in Angel's spot, but that thought was quickly forgotten when a loud moan could be heard from Lyra, “Oh, Trace!”

Their human didn't say much more than audible grunts as he gripped Lyra's cutie marks, his hands aiding in slamming her hips down onto his member. Fluttershy could feel herself dripping onto the couch, but didn't really care. She reached her hoof down under her, and started furiously rubbing at her sex. Her lust filled pants and short moans adding to her lovers. All of a sudden, Trace's and Lyra's movements halted to no more than spasms against each other. Fluttershy could only imagine his seed being squirted deep into Lyra's passage, filling her to the brim. The image was fuel enough to bring her to orgasm within minutes, but by then, they were already calming down and both were watching her intently. Fluttershy let herself collapse down onto the couch, adding to the mess she would have to clean up later. Briefly the yellow pegasi closed her eyes before hearing her name being called, along with a short giggle, “Shy, you okay?”

Deciding an actual reply wasn't needed, Fluttershy weakly nodded, opening her eyes to look up at her lovers. She couldn't help but grin when she noticed they were weakly smiling at her.

“Looks like we need a shower.” Lyra giggled as she slowly pulled off of Trace, but flinched when she felt a large portion of thick sticky liquids fall out of her to coat her stallion’s crotch and the couch.

They looked to Fluttershy to see if she was upset, but when she started giggling, they joined in. Fluttershy jumped up and headed up the stairs, “Let's go get that shower.”

It didn't take any convincing as the yellow mare's herd mates followed her up and into the shower.

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Around forty or fifty minutes later:

Fluttershy sighed in relief from being clean from sweat and other rather sticky juices. The water rejuvenating some of her lost energy, but not by much. She had wanted to clean the couch before Angel got home, but her herd refused to let her do it alone. They all headed downstairs with wash cloths that were slightly damp. Fluttershy was deeply worried how well damp wash cloths would clean, but they had to try.

Both Trace and Lyra came to an immediate stop when Fluttershy halted in front of them, looking on past her pink mane to see an infuriated white bunny, his arms crossed and his foot tapping impatiently on the floor.

“A-Angel, I can explain!” Fluttershy started.

Angel just stretched out his arm and pointed to the couch, his eyebrows turning down in anger. His mouth opening and closing with what seemed to be anger filled ranting, but to Lyra and Trace, it was no more than squeaks. They looked to one another in fear as they noticed Thumper's mother holding her paws over Thumper's ears. Thumper's mom would flinch every so often whenever Angel's voice would slightly raise a little higher.

Taking a step forward, Trace dared to ask, “What is he saying?”

“He is angry that we made a mess on his spot on the couch.” Fluttershy frowned as she looked up to her stallion.

“Um...” Trace frowned also, looking from Angel to Flutters, “That seemed like a lot more ranting than just that...”

Fluttershy blushed as she darted her eyes to the floor, “I... may have cleaned up the language a bit...”

Taking a step forward, Trace got down on one knee to face Angel, “I'm sorry Angel; we will clean it right away.”

Angel made some audible squeaks that seemed just about as angry as before. Trace looked to his yellow animal communicator in hopes for a translation, “He says we are forgiven, but he wants to know where the cake is.”

“C-cake?” asked Lyra as her eyebrow raised in utter confusion.

The creamy Pegasi's voice faltered and lowered as she whispered just barely loud enough for only Trace and Lyra could hear, “He thinks we were eating cake on the couch...”

Lyra blinked in astonishment and bewilderment, but the silence was quickly halted as Trace laughed loudly, “Okay, I'll go 'get' that cake; Lyra, Fluttershy, you two clean up the couch before that 'icing' dries.”

When Lyra caught on, she laughed along, which Fluttershy couldn't help but laugh herself. When Angel squeaked out in anger, Lyra stepped forward with her wet rag in her minty aura, “Okay, okay, were on it!”

Fluttershy joined in with a giggle, rag in hoof, looking to Trace that was in the kitchen, already fast to work on getting that cake. Which it was thankful that Angel didn't know anything about baking. Trace came up with the excuse that they had eaten the cake and had to bake another one as forgiveness. Fluttershy felt guilty for lying to Angel, but there was no way she could ever let him know what they had done to defile Angel's spot on the couch.

Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I've had a lot happen in my life in the past month. All kind of problems with money and with family. Right now my mate is the only one with a job. I'm making a little money from drawing commissions.

Bytestorm also has things going on so with both of us doing our own thing, we ended up neglecting the story. I'm sorry everypony for such a long wait. I can't make any promises only because I don't know what future problems I will have to deal with, but I will try to get chapters out more quickly.

Thanks everypony for your understanding.