Sometimes a pear will do

Fluttershy was not a happy pony. She felt gross. Her mane was plastered all over her face and her coat squelched with sweat. And she couldn't seam to catch her breath.

This time of year had always been especially hard for the yellow pegasus.

Oh sweet Celestia was she hot.

She poked listlessly at her hard metal collar. It chaffed and itched. And the blinking red lights were keeping her awake.

Well it wasn't accurate to say that it was always hard on her. Last year had actually been a lot of fun.

A smile spread across the Fluttershy's lips. This year would be fun too. In fact hadn't she been patiently waiting? Hadn't she made special notice?

Everything was ready to go. Today was the day.

But that wasn't what a good, nice, normal pony would do. A nice pony like Fluttershy should wait patiently for just one more day. Then this whole gross and disgusting event would be done with.

After much internal struggle Fluttershy decided to tough it out in her cloud house of isolation. She gave a proud and determined nod at herself for coming to the correct decision.

Unfortunately the pegasus mare was already in flight, looking down at Ponyville spread submissively beneath her as she sought out her target.

Of course there was only one target. The same target as last year. The same pony that was responsible for the mechanical warning collar around her neck.

But no. Fluttershy wasn't going to do anything... bad. No, not at all. She was just going to drop by and... Apologize for her behaviour last year. Yes, exactly.

In a spray of cobblestones the dainty pegasus landed in the streets of Ponyville. She couldn't see anypony, in fact there was no motion except for the red light of her collar clicking on and off of the buildings around her.

The door to Carousel Boutique opened with the sound of snapping metal under the slightest pressure of Fluttershy's hoof.

“Rarity? Are you home?”

The air inside the dress shop teased her with a slight lingering odour of the fashionista. Not the perfume that she used to hide herself with. But the delicious taste of her sweat.

The yellow mare stalked through the room.

“Where are you, Rarity?”

She checked up stairs in the bedroom.

“I just want to talk to you.”

She took a moment to frolic in the scent of her bed. She moaned in anticipation as she rubbed herself against the satin sheets.

But the scent was cold.

She searched through workrooms and checked the attic.

She knew Rarity was ready for her. The yellow mare had watched her sunbathing the day before, patiently waiting like a foal watching a cake rise in the oven.

Now it was time for Fluttershy to have a piece. Of cake. With tea. Nothing wrong with that. And to apologize about last year.

Last year when she had pinned that wonderfully tasty mare down while she whimpered about her prince. Last year when Fluttershy had finally learned what it was she really wanted. When she had learned how exactly she was different from other mares.

Rarity had pressed charges. Put her in this collar.

So now was her chance to make amends. To apologize. To make her understand.

That was why she was going down into the basement. That was why she definitely wasn't thinking about all the things she was about to do to Rarity or about all the things she was going to make Rarity do to her.

There was the scent. The wonderful smell of Rarity in heat.

Fluttershy gave a little shudder and pressed her thighs together.

Yes. Just to apologize. Nothing wrong with that.

The yellow mare found the metal security door. It had a timer on it.

Fluttershy ripped it out of the wall.

“Hello, Rarity.”

Somewhere in the cloud of dry wall dust there came a reply.

“Why, hello Fluttershy. I must say that I am quite pleased to see you.”

The yellow mare paused. Something was wrong. Something was missing.

“How... so?”

“Well you see darling, I've found myself in a bit of a jam here. I've been somehow saddled with the care of this most unusual creature and I fear that I haven't been been able to take very good care of it. Because of the circumstances you see.”

Rarity wasn't stressed. Rarity wasn't in heat. Rarity had performed sex! Rarity had performed sex without Fluttershy!

And there was a creature of some sort in need of care.

Fluttershy flickered like a strobe light between murderous rage and maternal care.

Wrapped in a blanket, wrapped in a pale blue magic field, a creature, absolutely pathetic in it's appearance, was presented to her.

“Please, you have to get me out of...” it managed to say before Rarity jammed a gag into it's mouth.

“It is in desperate need of recovery and care. I can't think of anypony better suited to the task then yourself.”

Fluttershy ground her teeth.

“It is why I love you, darling.”

The yellow mare flinched as though slapped.

“Perhaps we should make an appointment for next year?”

With a frustrated hiss the winged equine retreated from the field carrying her new charge.

* * *

Fluttershy's cottage was abandoned. Her menagerie of animal friends were off enjoying a lakeside vacation. So it was in absolute privacy that she placed damaged creature in her bed. And she didn't have to worry about any cries of favouritism.

After a vigorous brushing that did little to smooth her mane and a quick effort to scrub away the drywall dust the mare began to feel a little more normal.

Still twitching slightly she got her first aid kit as well as a basin and cloths.

She wanted to stop for a snack but there was some important things she had to take care of with her new patient. Then she could let it rest. More importantly get some rest herself. Rarity's clever little gambit to evade her attentions had left her extremely aggravated.

With a tired sigh she took stock of her patient.

Brown mane, no coat, biped, bruises, scrapes and squirming against the ropes it was tied in.

Fluttershy was good with knots. Freeing the creature was the first step. It proved to have some nasty rope burns. She started washing and bandaging the limbs first.

“Thank you, I can't tell you what this means to me...”

“Sh.”

“They're all mad. I was so scared. Please you have to help me...”

“Quiet.”

Tears rolled down Fluttershy's face. The hot delicious smell of Rarity in heat. She pressed her nose into it.

“No... please don't...”

“I said quiet,” Fluttershy snarled.

The poor abused flesh... She didn't care about that. Not right now. Tenderly, lovingly she licked the taste of aroused mare off of his groin. He struggled a little. Even quietly sobbed. But this was all that poor Fluttershy was going to get this year and she wasn't going to let it get away.

Her tongue sought out folds of skin and diligently worked. Around the head of his penis, down the shaft, the testicles, the thighs and stomach. Worked till there was nothing left except the unappetizing taste of male.

Then her muzzle swept along his body frantically searching.

“More,” she said.

Rarity had to have touched him somewhere else. That couldn't be all that there was.

“More,” she demanded looming over him like a predator ready to feast.

Here his lips. Just a whisper. She licked the creature's face clean.

Then delved into it's mouth. She found traces of the taste in the corners of his mouth.

Then she delved deeper. Into his throat. Here mixed with the mucus. Oh it was just so wonderful.

She gave a little moan of delight as she tongue plunged in and out of his throat.

This was disgusting. What Fluttershy was doing was disgusting. Fluttershy was disgusting.

Withdrawing her tongue she started to cry in earnest.

Why? Why couldn't she be normal? She just wanted some more Rarity. Some soft delicious Rarity. And here she was, scraping left overs off of some unsoft, not delicious at all, scrawny male thing.

“Normal,” she sobbed folding her muzzle into the creature's neck.

Fluttershy just clung to the creature. Holding it down. Sobbing. Humping it's thigh.
It wasn't until the first scraps of orgasm began to seep out that she started to panic. The tears didn't stop, but her wings started to downbeat in fury as she tried to lift off and away from the creature.

Her orgasm belonged in only one place. Smeared across Rarity's muzzle and ground into her perfect alabaster coat. She had to get away. She could still get to her in time.

Her wings wouldn't work right. They were creating a miniature cyclone in the room, picking up and hurling every unsecured object in the room. Her hind legs refused to release the prize that they held. All she was doing was grinding harder.

Her front hooves clattered across the window sill for purchase. Oh, they'd do worse then put a collar on her for mating with a mare that wasn't even in heat, probably clip her wings, maybe even cage her, but she couldn't begin to care. She clumsily wrenched open the window.

Shattered glass joined the detritus of the localized storm scouring the paint from the walls.

Hooves gripping the window she pulled herself, again her traitorous body refused to let go of the creature.

Fluttershy began to scream in frustration and anger.

Her struggles only hastened the inevitable.

She had to escape. This was a special moment. It deserved to be shared with the mare she...

Fluttershy cried out in anguish as her heat began to flow from between her nether lips. Thick moisture coating the captured thigh. Helpless before the demands of her lust she yielded and came.

The storm came to a stop. Shards of her broken furnishings gave their last skittering skips across the floor and came to a rest. Tears still rolled down her face. Her breathing ragged but calming.

Slowly she opened her eyes. She looked at the room and then at her patient.

“Oh, oh dear.”