You hear the rustling of wind first, before even opening your eyes. The sound is so soothing rustling against the leaves of the trees you barely notice the soft furry sensation against your bare chest and the hoof wrapped around your torso while you crack open your eyes. Across from you Fluttershy is sleeping so peacefully and soundly you feel as if this moment is so perfect, and now you feel the tingling sensation of nature calling you to go drain your bladder. Of fucking course.

At first you try to creep out of bed, however her grip suddenly becomes like iron and you cannot move. For a second you believe she is awake, and merely wishes to tease until she begins talking in her sleep about you loving her. You gently try again, but her grip is unrelenting and you accidentally pull her with you slightly. She stirs and slowly opens an eyelid. "Hm.. good morning love, is everything alright?" You try to tell her that you just woke up, and than move to separate, she's still holding you in a iron grip. "Please? I like you like this, your so comfortable, can I just have a few more minutes?"

By now your bladder is threatening to spill it's contents everywhere, you seriously feel the need to find the porcelain throne. You give up any sense of decency and tell her you really have to pee. As expected she goes into a string of apologies but you don't even hear a word as you race to the bathroom and let out a long tinkle.

You come out to a very meek Fluttershy looking at you from under the covers, her face scarlet and her eyes beginning to water. Her mane is a mess, and that can only be from the events of the previous day. Telling her everything is fine now she just sits there still feeling somewhat upset over the whole ordeal. Deciding to attempt to ease her worries, you walk toward her and bring the covers slowly down away from her face. Leaning in for a good morning kiss she accepts it with gratitude and scoots over for you to crawl back in bed. You ask her if she's seen your pants, and start to look around the room before feeling a familiar hoof grab your hand and playfully drag you back in bed.

"Please just lay with me like this, I like the feel of your skin." She instantly starts to cuddle against you and you wrap your arms around her little frame. "Mm, You are warm, I could fall back asleep like this."

The day seems so lethargic already you feel your own eyes beginning to slip into slumber, however you attempt to fight it. The calming winds outside chipping away at your resistance to sleep, and you feel serenaded into a peaceful dream. A small nudge gets you to lift and eyelid, and you see Fluttershy looking at you with a very embarrassed expression.

"Sweetie, Did-Did I scare you last night? I mean, I know you were an animal, and it was very... satisfying. I can't believe you lasted that long. I, well I'm sure you heard that stallions don't last quite that long. Right?" You snicker at the comment, it was urban myth. Sure, some didn't, but the same could be said about a couple of other humans back home. You tell her this and she only gapes at you not really believing at first.

"W-Wait, you mean some don't even last... 30 seconds?" You merely nod to emphasize the tongue in cheek question. Technically it always depends on the excitement level, but there are quite a few who don't even last that long, they train themselves to become better lovers and you commend them for that.

"Oh, Oh no, I feel sorry for them." Trying to ease her worries, and telling her it is just a natural order of things the words seem to calm her empathy for those who suffer from such a predicament. "I'm.. Well I'm glad you're different, I know last night was... well, crazy."

You don't voice your opinion on this, you really would rather not. Crazy does not even begin to describe what happened last night. At first the two of you were merely in the living room, and after that round you thought you would rest up and have your lust fulfilled. It didn't stop, you don't even remember when the two of you were too tired to continue. She would always be bashful or seductive and you kept going after her. For awhile, you felt as if your entire primal lust had been unlocked with the way you were going at it.

"Did-Did I satisfy you last night?" You tell her that for you, the experience was something that cannot be described. You're unsure of what her being in heat will bring for you both but are willing to help her and do whatever she requests of you right now. That statement seems to have her fidget and you start to wonder is something wrong.

"Thank you, I was always worried that... well when it came to, THAT, I'd disappoint my... special some-pony. It's always been something I think about, but I, I couldn't tell anyone. I don't want my friends to think I am some sex fanatic, but I worry that I just am not good enough. Last night, we were so... into it I don't even remember if I was satisfying you, all I know was that you kept satisfying me and I was okay with that.

I'm awful, I know that you were doing all this to help with me in heat. Even now, I still want more, but I'm too tired to try. Why do I have to be this way? Why can't I just... I want control of myself, and this just makes me feel so..." She begins to sob and your heart feels shredded and torn out of your chest. You cautiously wrap your arms around her and try to calm her, the thing is that the feel of her body against your naked skin is trying to stir your own loins and you attempt to hold it down focusing more on her sobs than your own pleasure.

It's past that point however, she notices and looks at you between wracking sobs. Her eyes pierce the question and you fumble to explain yourself, but your best defense is one you feel will only make matters worse. The look she is giving you however demands truth and you expose something you always wanted to remain hidden. You explain how you have always lusted after her, every movement she makes, every time she gives you a non-seductive glance that you took the wrong way, it was all building up within you. For the longest time you were able to hold it at bay, feeling as if you would impose yourself on her if you told her of this.

With her being in heat, both of you lost your inhibitions, lost yourselves in each other. You have always wanted Fluttershy to want you, need you, be lost in your touch and your administrations of love-making. Yesterday you felt so complete that it still feels like a lucid dream.

She drinks in your explanation like a thirsty mule crossing the desert. Every word that slips past your lips her eyes grow a little wider, and her wings begin to stiffen, her mouth opening just a little more. "I-I didn't know you felt that way. You've been holding back so much, just for me? Why?"

You tell her you were afraid. Afraid she'd think you were also some sex maniac and that all you wanted to do to her was rut her like some... pony-slut. The words almost burn coming from your mouth, even thinking of calling her such a thing, but you have to admit you were terrified of how she would react.

You feel a hoof lift your chin to look her in the eye, and see a very deep understanding emit from her very cornea's. "I-I held back too. I did, I mean, I didn't think about it everyday or anything. But for me, you, there were just moments where you made my heart beat so fast I thought everyone could hear it. I also, well, you know that some pegasi when they become excited or flustered they lose ability to control their wings? There was also a few times where I--- I--- eek!"

She hides under the sheets, and you stare dumbfounded at her retreated figure. Your mind attempts to put one and one together but you keep coming up with three instead of the obvious answer. Your hopeful, very hopeful that like you she also had to.. relieve herself of the thoughts that you both seemed to have of one another. You call out to her and she slowly peeks over her covers.

"I'm.. I'm not weird, am I? I'm not obsessed, right?" You calm her by saying you think it's fine, the only thing is now you both know you've thought about it, and that is okay with you, if she doesn't mind you having the same thoughts about her.

"Oh no, I don't mind at all, but if I can ask... what kind of thoughts have you had about me?"

Oh no, no, no, no, no, nope, no. You've heard of this, from a few friends back home, a few times it spelled disaster in a relationship. The "what is your fetish" question, this had to be that same very one. How the hell were you going to avoid making her mad, but at the same time showing her you trust her with answering her question. It comes at you like a thunderclap, and you look her in the eye and explain that one time you pictured her as a human female.

At first her expression is unreadable, a blank stoic face stares back at you and to see the very image on Fluttershy makes you believe you have undoubtedly stepped on a mine. Than a small smile, a tiny spark behind her eyes, and she leans in closer to ask you. "What would I look like?"

The rest of the day you both merely talk on what you have thought about doing with one another, fetishes you each had, even explain moments where your relationship was developing and the misunderstanding you both seemed to share. It's been four hours and you don't even notice that both of you have remained in bed merely conversing. The day awaits you both, but you don't care. Today, for now at least, you just want to lose yourself in her arms, in her words, and in her smile.

Author's Note

Sheesh, I really had some trouble this chapter. No clop on this one folks, sorry, when I first set out to do this story I really REALLY wished I could write clop in all chapters, but I think I'll need a break on this one. If I can I will for future chapters, as I was really kind of going for the slice of life more on this chapter setting than just berserker sex.

Also, I don't think I'll finish the day like this, not sure yet, I wonder if I should start using "Day X" for chapter titles along with it looking like "Day X: Chapter Title", anyone disagree, let me know.

Ah, Please leave any comments, suggestions, and constructive criticisms as per usual. I do enjoy them very much, and a very big BIG thank you to all who are giving me thumbs up, and favoring the story. It is an honor to write for such people and I hope to continue, Good luck~