My name is Isaac, and I live in a place called West Virginia, a place with a million people and 20 last names. There’s more rusty shit and mountains than people or houses. But not where I live. I live in one of those developed neighborhoods in West Virginia, it’s a nice place and the people aren’t too pretentious. But that doesn’t mean I have any friends. Nor does it help the fact that I like ponies. I mean I really like ponies, some would call it sentimental love others a freakish obsession. I for one called it “the family I wanted but I got fucked over with these peoples”. And apparently like many bronies, I haven’t a friend to call my own. Not on the web or in the mortal plain I call home. But I take comfort in my ponies, knowing their inability to judge serves wonders for my self esteem. Do I fantasize of ponies? Why yes I do, but hold the laughter for a second. I do not clop in any sense of the word. While I will glance at the occasional R34 for a quick chuckle, I refuse to clop. I don’t mind cloppers- really I don’t. But there is no way in hell you’ll ever catch me doing something like that ever. Why? Because of one simple fact, they’re too damn cute. When I think of Fluttershy, I think of the perfect pick me up and even better friend, but not a fuck buddy.

However, if you and I disagree, I can’t say you’re in the wrong. If others wish to do it then it is their own business and I hope it makes them truly happy. But sometimes I really must learn to just conform and not be so different.
It was a lonely, grey day in West Virginia. Same as most in the dead of winter, cold, rainy and very icey. The bus dropped me off at my stop, alone… again. My house was up on the mountain, the bad part being it was a bit of a hike to get up to it. And with my large load of homework it was going to be quite the enjoyable experience I could tell.

“Thanks god, love how you put everything in just the right way to make it impossible.”

“You callin me out bro?” I heard the voice, deep and echoing off of some unknown wall in the distance. I stopped in my tracks and went deer eyed.

“Uh… depends. Am I finally losing my mind… or am I talking to god?”

“Depends, how fucked do you wanna get?”

“Wow, you’re not a very nice god are you?”

“Read the Bible, I don’t care much for sinners.”

“Sinners? Then what are you doing with me? If anyone go bother my uncle Joe-bob in Boon County, he’s been huffing glue since 93.”

“Well, I’ve been very bored lately. I hate being bored.”

“Gee god… need someone to talk to or something? I’d be happy to help.”

“Actually yes, I’m going to make your day pretty wacky from now on.”

“What?! WHY?!”

“Cuz ah caaaaaaaaan!”

And with that the infernal silence of everyday return, my long walk still before me. I shivered in fear, something really messed up was gonna happen. I didn’t know when, but it was definitely gonna be beyond reason given the circumstances. I make the trek, the same dull trees and brown foliage being apparent and unchanged. I looked about carefully on my journey, trying to notice anything that could jump out and wreak havoc on me. Luckily I reached my front door, unlocking it without a problem. The house seemed innocuous enough, every item of notice placed in its correct place.

“Nothing stupidly dangerous over here… and nothing stupidly dangerous over there.”

I deemed the situation nothing but a simple mental collapse on my part, and trust me I’ve been waiting for that. So I simply fell into a comfortable chair in front of my computer, and opened the lid to start my ever retarded pursuit of ponies. However, the supposed “Fucking with me” mentioned by god came about in a very… creative way. Twilight Sparkle spreading herself to me, the image frozen on my screen first made me want to laugh, then vomit, then scream. I didn’t have a break down, this was real.

“Okay god…. Very funny. But can I have my computer back? I need to-“

“Search up more ponies?”

“How is that your business?”

“Are you sassing me?”

“Perhaps… maybe if you relinquish my computer.”

“About we try something else?”

“Will it involve me and my fixed computer?”

“Yes, but you must pass my challenge!”

“Oh no…”

“Go to your room, the challenge will begin when you arrive!” I really wanted to resist with every fiber of my being excepting this challenge, thinking it would definitely spell my doom.

“GO! Or else I will… turn you into a transsexual!”

“OH SHI- wait, pre-op or post-op?”

“SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN!”

“OH SHIT!” Not a question, I was running to my room faster than all hell. Up the stairs, first door on the right revealed my normal, everyday room. Knee deep in clothes I need to pick up and pony merchandise. Nothing seemed different, dangerous or R34 themed… probably the worst scenario possible.

“I’m not seeing anything… are you still going to turn me into a-“ In an instant my world turned to black, something striking me smartly in the back of the head. It remained black for all of 5 seconds before I began to regain feeling in my body.

“Uuugh… UUUUUUGH…” Every joint feel like dry plaster in my limbs, shattering at the slightest movement. My head’s condition resembled that of an overused kickball’s, the trees above me wouldn’t cease their disorienting spinning.

“There, now I’m going back up to the plain of Oblivion.”

“Oblivion is over rated!”

“BLASPHEMY!!!” A tree magically whipped me across the stomach in response.

“AAAAH! It’s just… an… opinion…” I struggled for all of an hour before I finally clambered to my feet, unsteady and wounded.

“A forest? Why hack my computer with R34 then throw me in a forest?” Bewildered and injured, I trudged through the forest blindly. The entire thing resembled the forests in West Virginia as well as a monkey could Megan Fox… wait, bad analogy. You get the idea. It seemed to carry on forever, no clearing or hint of differing light other than the evening sun.

“This is incredible, just my luck a deity I don’t even believe in comes to me-ME of all people on the fucking planet more gullible, and then throws me in the middle of a damn forest with no hope of finding my way out before dark… just my luck I swear.” The forest dragged on for hours, nightfall now moving in to obscure the landscape.

“Fuck… I bet If I climb to the top of that tree I could see if I can find any civilization.” I approached a tree covered in every direction with long, thick branches, low to the ground for easy access. I easily pulled myself up to the half way point of the tree, looking out into a dense, dark green. I spin in the tree to view in the other direction, viewing a clearing of some sort, buildings dotting the pasture.

“There’s my shot, just get in, get a phone and leave.” What normally proved to be an easy task, climbing the tree seemed to become an absolute chore on the down motion. The branches seeming to dodge my feet and smacking my face as I turned my back on them. The tree was indeed tall, and at the 10 feet mark a particularly vicious branch swatting my torso out of its abode, onto the rough, dark ground. The visceral sound of my own leg bones snapping became prevalent, the darkness of the forest floor at night eating me up into eternal obscurity.

“AAAAH! Fuckin hell!” For a while, I could do nothing but roll about the ground in bitter agony, seeing my right shin bent at a horrific horizontal angle.

“HEEEEELP!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!” But my cries seemed to meet not but the black wall of night that swallowed up the forest, reverberating around the place. Slowly but surely, I could feel my head become light, my pulse slowing in accordance. Rustling broke the disturbing night air, a weak voice illuminating my heart in its sweetness.

“Hello? Is anypony out here? Hello?” The voice was soft and subtle, an equally minute light ripping the blackness apart.

“YES! OVER HERE!” The strength to cry out was taken from within me, nothing but absolute, crippling pain left to drift away as well, leaving me with a powerful sleepy feeling. Soon enough, the blackness had done its job, and swallowed me whole in its embrace.

“Hello? …H-hello? Are you awake?” As if I the scenario was changed by a wayward blink, I found myself in the confines of a warm, hospitable environment. The soft voice of earlier speaking words like silk and gospel, commanding my attention. My eyes pried themselves open, the light about me not hurting my eyes in the least, but easing me into the subtle soft morning light that streamed through the tiny window of the room. The setting reminded me, oddly enough, of Fluttershy’s home in the show My little pony. The house being warm, cozy and… oh dear god no.

“It’s eyes are open… but it’s not responding.” Slowly I peer to my left, viewing the one thing I know that could possibly do this, Fluttershy. So, like any logical and sane person, I did the first thing that came to mind to ease the situation.

“AAAAAAAAAAH!!!” Maybe not. She jumped into the air, beating her yellow wings to stay afloat. Quickly I searched about the room, confirming it to be Fluttershy’s home. She cowered in the upper corner of the room, eyes wide and breathing heavily.

“What is this?!”

“What?! Is something wrong?!” She flapped closer, holding her hooves to her mouth. I simply stare at her, because to be quaint. I’m sitting in a bed being taken care of by a brightly colored winged pony. None the less, Fluttershy.

“Tell me what’s wrong, I can try to see if I can help you.” Her voice was soft and calm, contradicting my loud, rough voice. Her eyes mixed with her voice, creating some sort of warming feeling in my chest. Her look was as if she was already using the stare, causing me to shrink back into my new found bed.

“Is… is your name… Fluttershy?”

“H-how did you know?” She came back to the ground, moving back away from me.

“Okay, don’t be a brony in every other EIH fic ever written, play dumb.”

“Uuuuuuh… you remind me a lot of a… “Fluttershy”.”

“There’s another pony named Fluttershy?”

“… Yes”

“You’re obviously not a pony… where did you come from? You obviously know some ponies outside of here.”

“Um… er… I’m… a human.” A horrifically confused cracked her face, obviously never being aware of such a term.

“I’ve never heard of humans… are you from around here?” I wondered what to tell her, I didn’t want to pull the same stupid shit they do in the clopfics.

“I’m from… Trottinghaaaaaam…”

“Trottingham? I haven’t read anything in the past while about humans in Trottingham.”

“I wouldn’t think, I’m not that young.” Her ears perked up to the notion of learning about me in something.

“Really? How old are you? What’s your name? Where’d you learn to talk? Do you have other human friends?” She inched closer and closer with every word, her nose almost booping mine.

“Uh… let me run a question marathon here, 17, Isaac, I learned to talk through the magic of magic and no. I have no friends… unless you can I, me and myself.”

“No friends? How can you have no friends? Don’t you get lonely?” She rubbed her hooves together nervously, flapping ominously close to me. I backed up in the bed away from her, not wanting to solicit something terrible.

“It’s… lonely yes but… you get used to it guess.”

“Oh how awful! I can’t imagine not having anypony to care about me.” She touched a hoof to my chest, rubbing my chest gently for comfort. I could only stare and blush at her strangely soft touch, recoiling only in the slightest.

“I appreciate it really, but it’s not a problem. I’ve gotten used to the fact.” She only seemed to get some what closer, her eyes sympathetic and warm with emotion.

“Well, I could be your friend…” Her cheeks exploded with red, showing her true Fluttershy-ness. She smiled a with her tiny snoot, the sincerity hard not to fall in love with.

“Th-thanks… that mean a lot to me Fluttershy. You’d be so kind to take me into your home not knowing anything about me and treat me as your guest. I’ve never come across anybo-pony like you.”

“I was the element of kindness for a reason.” She landed on the ground with a soft clop of her hooves, she patted my chest softly through the warm, soft covers.

“Can I get you anything? Some soup, pillows? Maybe a little friend to cuddle up to.”

“Resist it, resist asking her.”

“Some soup sounds just dandy Fluttershy… but before you go, how long am I gonna be in the bed?”

“Won’t be too long I promise, your leg isn’t broken as bad as it looks. Maybe 2 days, 3 tops.”

“Sounds reasonable. Thank you Fluttershy.”

“I’ll make sure your soup isn’t too hot, don’t wanna burn your mouth now.” She walked off, rather slowly. Her hips seemed to actually swing as she walked away, her eyes met mine for a second with a blush burning her face.

“No… no, no, no, no, no, no, no NOOOOOOOOOO! Why can’t I ever have nice things?!” I squirmed in the bed, trying to make a hasty escape and run for the hills before I do something I regret. I veered to the side, feeling a stabbing pain in my leg before I can even move it. Ripping off the warm covers, I exposed my own injury. My leg wasn’t bent at the visceral angle it was before, but the cast was thin and stained red and grey. There was no way in hell I was gonna get out the door without her seeing me, and I was feeling kinda tired from my arrival.

“Just bite the bullet, and avoid that plot like the plague.” I shift around in the bed, pulling the covers back up to my neck uncomfortably.

“Wait a minute… these sheets… this frame… the window placeme- oh dear Lord help me.” The surroundings confirmed it, but my mind wanted to deny it. She had placed me in her bed. No shirt, no jacket, no pants not even the decency to put my socks on. If she placed me in her bed, where did she sleep? Or worse, where is she GOING sleep? Thoughts raced through my mind of the most concerning situations, a clopfic unfolding with me as the lead… I can’t have this happen. I made a promise to myself right then and there to resist her advances, to the death.

“Here comes the soup!” She flaps in, carrying a bowl of steamy red soup.

“I hope you like tomato Bisk, I made it just for you!” She lands at my side, placing the bowl on my stomach. I reached to grab the bowel, but she keeps it between her forehooves and grasps the spoon in her teeth. She looks up, a spoonful of soup presented to me.

“Ohen why!” She says, bearing her teeth with the spoon approaching my face.

“Uuuuuh… my leg is broken, not my back.” She pressures on, her eyes half open with a sultry smile on her face. The spoon poked through my lips, leading the delicious soup into my mouth. Something must’ve turned red on my face, her eye lids only drooping more and smile getting bigger.

“You rike?”

“Mmmh hmm.” I hum through the silverware, as she takes it from my mouth. She drops it in the bowel, licking her lips.

“Glad to see somepony enjoys my cooking.”

“Please… stop… doing what you’re doing.”

“What do you mean?” She retracted into her normal nervousness, blushing heavily.

“Um… I seriously don’t do ponies. I appreciate it but-“

“But what? Am I putting you off?” She struggled to get closer to my face, almost knocking over the soup.

“No, no, no! It’s just that… I don’t like ponies like… that.”

“Well how can you be sure? Have you ever… done it with a pony before?”

“What? NO! That’s not entirely what I meant!”

“Then you can’t know! You haven’t even tried it!”

“Just trust me Fluttershy… I really don’t wanna be in this position!” She backed down, taking the soup in her hooves again.

“You still want the soup?” It was barely over a whisper, a shy, sad, defeated whisper. That kind of response that drives a person insane with grief. I love Fluttershy, honestly. She was always the pony I felt the most for. She wasn’t my favorite (Sweetie Belle takes that accolade… oh god shouldn’t have mentioned that)but she was the pony I felt the most feelings for. I never spoke a word at school, and shook like a leaf in any social confrontation that chose to beat me upside the head. You know, like every other Fluttershy fan out there that ever lived or ever will. Original.

“Yeah… it was real good soup.” She takes the spoon in her teeth again, bringing another scoop to my lips.

“Can I please eat it myse-mmh!” She stuck the spoon in my mouth, regardless of my protests.

“You don’t want… want me to feed you?” Fluttershy shrinkage commenced.

“I really don’t… I don’t wanna start anything that I might regret.”

“But… I wasn’t gonna fight you.”

“Not fighting me, but hear me out. I appreciate the jest, I can’t say that enough. But I. Don’t. Like. Ponies.” She let out a tense breath from her nose, looking down at the dish.

“Okay… I understand. I guess humans aren’t used to ponies…” Before I could say anything, she rushed out of the room Fluttershy style. Feeling like a massive dick for literally doing fuck nothing, I pick up the soup and take spoonfuls of the red delicious liquid. A quick glance to the floor saw me a slight puddle. Little droplets of clear liquid sitting on the floor, and a wet spot on the verge of the sheets.

“It’s good fucking soup.” I say quietly, reassuring myself that this whole façade was just a horrible mistake and 3 days later I could be sprinting away from here and rid myself of this pony sexual tension. Not wanting to guess, none the less clean it up the fluids in the floor, I placed the now empty soup bowel on the nightstand and rolled over to face away from it. The soft sheets, comforting warmth and agonizing leg pain lulled me into some sort of pseudo sleep. Everything became distorted and the room would not cease its spinning, my head becoming more like a barbell on the end of my neck. Whatever was in my soup wasn’t having a good affect on my stamina, and before I knew it I was asleep. Something irked me as my brain retardedly shut down, the fact that I still had a possibly human obsessed Fluttershy in the house and I was just going to sleep right in her house. Basically serving myself up on a silver platter for her weird, pony fantasies. I told her I didn’t like ponies like that, so based on Fluttershy friend logic, she CAN’T try something. Unsure, I drift into my surely overpowering sleep.

“Angel bunny please! Just please keep out of mommy’s room for just the night. Mommy has to do something… private… Angel! Get in your bed! I mean, if you want to, sorry to yell… please just make this easy on mommy… thank you sweetie. Mommy will still be here to take care of you in the morning. Good night angel.” A soft voice stirred me in my sleep, probably just Mom trying to get the dog to sleep again. Then a soft flapping sound approaches, increasing slightly in volume steadily. Okay, now I don’t have anything in my house that flaps… are my sleeping pills causing those side effects again? Something stirred the covers, displacing the warmth lying on me. Before my next thought could lazily plop into my head, something warm and soft squirmed against me, moving up my legs, torso, and then stopping at my chest. Soft fuzz gently hugged against my neck, silky strands of what seemed like hair worked onto my arm. Slight drafts of warm air pushed against my neck in what seemed like breaths, fuzzy somethings getting a grip round my arms and meeting on my back.

“He’s bigger than he seems… warmer too.”

“I’m awake.” With that a terrific screaming noise ripped the quiet air wide open, scaring the absolute shit out of me and sending Fluttershy into a flapping frenzy in midair.

“OHMYGOSHSORRYSORRYSORRY!!!” She stuttered as I got my bearings in the almost pitch-black room, the air from her wings cooling my face.

“I’m so sorry! I thought you would get cold and the couch wasn’t very comfortable to sleep on and I really think you’re-“

“Whoa now Fluttershy! Let’s just… calm down here.”

“But you said you didn’t like ponies like that and I thought I could just wake up really early and you’re really soft and warm-“

“Fluttershy! Don’t worry about it okay? If we just drop it now, and promise never to bring it up again, then I forgive you. Don’t tear yourself up, I’ll sleep on the couch if it’s that uncomfortable.”

“But that’s just it… Isaac… I need to…” She trailed off, and inaudible sentence forming in the air.

“Fluttershy? Is there something we need to talk about?” She squirmed about in the air uncomfortably, rubbing her hooves together.

“ Maybe we should talk about it over some midnight snacks… I need to…”

“Readjust the mood?”

“Something like that…” She gathered some of her animal friends, beavers in particular to help carry me into the living room. The beavers nicely seated me in a chair according to Fluttershy’s order, while she brought out some small scones and some milk in a glass. Both items were set gently before me as she took her own seat, not looking anywhere near me.

“So, I guess if you’re not willing to let this go, you might as well explain yourself. I’ve barely been here 24 hours and it seems you want to have… intimate relations with me.” She shuffled around nervously, signaling the animals to hurry off.

“I… I really do…”

“Be honest now, why is this?”

“Well… when I brought you into the house yesterday… you were pretty badly hurt. You were just so helpless and venerable, I feel terrible about what I did.”

“How? You saved my life Fluttershy! If anything I owe you it.”

“That’s the thing… when you were unconscious I … I ... “

“Come on now, no one ever got hurt from telling the truth.” I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, a blush forming on her cheeks.

“I… took advantage of you. Please don’t hate me! Please! I’m so sorry!”

“Took advantage of me? Wha… what do you mean?” She bit her lip, shuffling in her seat.

“I... put your thing… in my mouth.” Immediately something in my the back of my head started screaming in terror and disgust, wanting to throw out any humanity and just get out of there. But he was far over shadowed by my sympathetic NPR side, saying “Go to her, comfort her in her time of need.”. I hate both these guys.

“That’s… not so bad. I mean, at least you told me right?”

“Well um… that’s not… all I did.”

“Say what now?”

“I… may have… held it in there for a little bit longer than I should have.”

“Fuck it, leave… why aren’t you leaving? Wait? What are you doing?!”

“I’m not angry Fluttershy, it’s only natural to have these urges. But, maybe they’d be best spent on a nice stallion. You know, one of your own species?”

“NO! Comforting leads to fucking! Don’t you read clopfics?!”

“Believe me when I say, I really can’t be bothered by that considering what you’ve done for me.” She cracked a tiny smile, putting a hoof to my hand and staring into my eyes with her half closed ones.

“No pony’s ever tried to comfort me like that… or has ever thanked me this much.”

“Fluttershy… there’s no need to worry. We all get urges, and if things like this come up once in a while… well, it’s still not a good idea. BUT, if we can atone for it… I guess it’s not valid any longer.” She stared intently in my eyes, smiling happily and breathing gently. I attempted to pull my hand away, but pressure from her hoof almost nailed it in place.

“I… I think I’m love with you Isaac.” She said softly, barely enough to hit my ears. Her hoof rubbed my hand, as the other came up over the table to touch my cheek. Honestly, I was too stunned to try and evade her hoof’s advances.

“What?”

“I think I… love you.”

“Love, as in… like marriage or, that weird love where all they do it rut?”

“I can go either way…” She hovered in her position for a second, my wide eyed, “deer in the headlights” stare still meeting her “I’m gonna fuck your brains out” stare.

“I have… no response to that. Honestly.” Suddenly she climbed onto the table with all four legs and looked down on me, her eyes pleading with their Fluttershyness. Her nose officially booped mine in the most uncomfortable pony related moment of my life.

“Please, just once tonight! I promise to never bring it up again or tell anypony! It’ll be our little secret! Please?!” She breathed heavily in fear, the close contact of our noses becoming tighter and tighter until I couldn’t even begin to breathe through my nose. Several conflicts tore through me, I had no intention of coming into her home and acting like an ass, but at the same time I have my morals god damn it! Whatever demon possessed me at the time drove me to this conclusion, regret pervading my thoughts before I could even say it.

“Just once?”

“Just once.”

“… alright… but just once… tonight… for you.” Her blush spread to her nose, the burning hot appendage taking a leer to one side to make room for her next action. She came in for a kiss, not a tongue filled kiss, but simply a nervous, timid, pleasant kiss. I defiantly was not expecting such, but when trying to recoil her arms imprisoned my head in a death grip. She moaned into my mouth, the vibrations running down my neck and jaw as I squirmed under the odd sensation. Her little butter colored body pushed my chair back, seating her rump in my lap. My hands being vacated from the table, I let them float in the air as her ministrations continued. Her mouth nomed on my lips, the intensity of the kiss picking up as her tongue plunged into my mouth, a cascade of her own saliva rushing into my mouth. The taste is nothing like they’d have you believe in those fics, if anything it tastes kinda bad if you’re not really into it. Like a watery mix of… spit. It tastes like spit. For Fluttershy however, this wasn’t enough. She pulled her head back, licking my lips over own spittle.

“Thank you… I promise I would disappoint.”

“Not my concern…” My wide eyed look didn’t cease, it causing her to giggle a little. My arms were getting tired floating in mid air out of complete surprise, so they decided to take refuge of her back. If I know I’m going to fuck her, might as well put some effort into it. Her wings twitched under my hands, slowly opening up and pushing against my hands.

“Oh… you know about Pegasus wings don’t you?”

“Wait what?”

“Just keep touching them… it feels amazing.” She pressed her fore head to mine, sighing contently as her wings dragged my hands upwards with them. No erection yet, thank god. Something wet and hot dribbled fluid on my exposed thigh, soaking the lower part of my underwear.

“Getting… excited?” A lump in my throat wanted to jump out and induce vomit, but her adorable, soft head rubbed against my face in some sort of repressed passion as she moved her arms to my neck and rubbed her… Fluttershy parts on my naked thigh.

“Uh-huh… you’re getting me really hot.” She pressed her lips into mine once again, her tongue playing with my relatively inactive one in our mouths. Drool seeped out from between our lips, Fluttershy giggling girlishly in my mouth. My hands went back down to her wings base, simply resting on them. With such movement and contact she squeaked in my mouth, biting a little on my lip.

“Please… rub my wings. Your hooves are amazing.” Her… marehood leaked more fluids onto my leg, some dripping onto the floor with a tiny “plap”. The animals were now in hiding, some peaking and others just now scurrying away into little holes about the house. My hands gripped her wings reluctantly, giving them a very slight squeeze. She squealed in appreciation, happily dumping more of her juice onto my good underwear and thigh.

“Should we… take this into the bed room?” She asked in a sultry tone, her marehood twitching against my thigh disgustingly. I wanted only to prolong this, or if available drop the idea entirely. But I suck at being confrontational… at least to Fluttershy.

“Uh… why not?” She squeed happily, tightening her grip round my neck.

“Carry me?” Her hind legs twitched and kicked in excitement, her wings flapping at the tips. My hands slowly, slowly moved down to her rear, intertwining my fingers to make her a little seat. Quickly she lifted herself up and sat back down in my hands, the soft, warm flesh molding to the shape of my hands. Her plot was surprisingly bigger than it seemed, not chubby by any means, but healthier than say Rainbow Dash or Applejack. I guess it only serves to logic, she’s a vet, not a- WHY AM I PUTTING SO MUCH THOUGHT INTO THIS? I stood up on one leg painfully, limping back to the room shakily.

“Oh my, I completely forgot about your leg! I got so into the moment, let me get the beavers!”

“No, no… it’s fine! I can… try to carry you the 3 yards to the bed.” I took the pain as a punishment for doing this, somewhat feeling like I paid for my foolishness. Could’ve just told her no, could’ve just left, could’ve just gone to church and not pissed off god! But, my thoughts were interrupted by her flopping into the bed, nervously patting the area next to her.

“Lay down on your back… don’t wanna hurt that leg now.”

“No… Isaac think about it. You have a Mom… stop getting in the bed!” I crawl over the foot board, dragging my stiff leg over it and taking position next to. She stares at my almost naked body, rubbing it with a surprisingly soft hoof. I’m not fat, nor am I well built. If anything I’m kind of a stick, my arms are under developed compared to my large track legs, not very attractive to any humans.

“Did you eat well where you came from? Your ribs are showing through your skin.”

“No… I’m just built like that.”

“You’ve got a very pretty body Isaac.” She trailed off looking at my underwear, her ears perking up.

“I know what that is…” She touched a hoof to my crotch, my back stiffening abruptly.

“Oh my! Are you that sensitive?”

“Well um… maybe. I don’t clop… or masturbate at all.”

“Really? I think I’d go crazy if I didn’t pleasure myself at least once a month… so that means you’ve got a lot in store for me?” Holding back my disgust, one of my hands idiotically finds her plot with a light squeeze.

“It’s all yours if you want it.”

“Oh I intend to really make this one time count… I haven’t done this in a while.” She gripped the waist band in her teeth, skillfully pulling it down just enough to not be within her line of activity. Her eyes bulged at the appearance of my limp member, her mouth visibly watering.

“Still limp? We’ll have to fix that.” She pressed her nose against the shaft, taking in the scent as well as licking it rather gently. Immediately I wanted to pull her off and make it stop, not wanting to be blown by a horse, but as much as I hate to admit, Fluttershy has a really soft tongue. Her movements continued, her nose pressed against the hardening shaft with her tongue lovingly licking my length as her head moved up and down to cover the whole thing. Sadly, my boner over powered any reason or logic, as it normally does. Much to her content my member twitched under her nose, pushing against her face.

“Mmmh, that didn’t take long… just as delicious as the first time.” Her voice was becoming lower and quieter in that sexual tone, the darkness obscuring most of her face. Her tail flicked about, the very end brushing up against my nose. The base curled around my wrist, pulling slightly towards her dripping marehood. I reached over with a free hand to turn on the lamp, if I was going to do this I was going to at least try to do it well, and for that I needed light. The amber light illuminated the small room, her marehood shining in the thin light.

“Like what you see?” Her round cheeks rippled has she shivered in happiness, her flank hole and marehood revealed to me with no sense of shame or moderation. I couldn’t in any sense verbally express yes, so I simply lied through a nod.

“Well then, why don’t I bring it over there for you?” She stood up in to bed, straddling my face with her hind legs. Some of her juices dripped from her onto my face, I resisted wiping them off.

“You ready for some Fluttershy?”

“No.” I grumbled under my breath. She shook her plot slightly in the air, her legs shaking in anticipation. My face turning a putrid shade of green, I nod again, opening my mouth with a mock smile. She sat on my face slowly, shaking and shifting slightly to work my deeper in. All my air was almost entirely cut off, the only air coming from between her folds, reeking of her areas.

“Comfortable? I know I am.” I give thumbs up, closing my eyes in pain. I man up and stick out my tongue, finding her blistering marehood.

“Oh my god IT GOT IN MY MOUTH!” Her juices percolated down into my mouth, the taste actually… not bad. Not like candy, but sweet and salty. Using this as some small motivation I drove on, licking between her cheeks. She resumed her nuzzle and lick treatment of my member, humming and giggling at my licks. Eventually, she wrapped the head of it in her tongue and pulled it into her mouth. Her soft, warm, wet mouth sucked on it lovingly, moaning around it. Her moaning sent vibrations of sick pleasure down my spine, causing me to shutter under her suffocating plot. Her tailed flicked about wildly, her wings beating cool air about the place. She shivered and fluctuated from my efforts, her sucking incrementally becoming stronger and stronger. My tongue was getting incredibly sore, having to work between her cheeks and folds to really get to her. She popped me out of her mouth, looking back at me.

“Please… I want you inside of me!” She rips herself from my mouth, the fresh air well appreciated as I gasped and clawed for it. The happiness did not last long however, her quick turn about positioning her plot over my hip.

“Ooooooh… no.” She came down and rubbed her wetness over my member, moaning and licking my neck in a hot, wet passion. Her hips bucked against mine, squeezing our genitals together in this tight embrace she wouldn’t break. Her hips came up, giving me room to… put it in.

“Don’t be shy… I’m ready.”

“And that’s the problem.” I muttered under my breath, reluctantly grabbing myself and standing it up to touch her opening. The feeling of my member on her marehood immediately brought some sort of humanity to me, realizing in a literal sense how fucking dumb this was. Even if I wanted to stop, she wouldn’t have had it, she quickly crushed my hips with hers, burying me in her. She squealed in happiness, nuzzling my chest.

“Ooooh! You’re so much bigger than you look.”

“Knowing this, I want to off myself.” She began to bounce up and down on me, almost feeling nothing down there because of the absurdity of the moment. Fluttershy however, seemed to be having a ball on her own accord, giggling, moaning and smiling the whole way down. So bad was my need to stop, it could only match the stabbing pain in my leg. Nothing except the waist was getting anything but a wiggle, while Fluttershy had herself a hoot.

“I’m getting close Isaac! Keep going!” I wasn’t doing anything, but whatever. It’s almost over. She came down particularly hard a certain time; feeling like my leg was shattering again while she happily squealed in the throes of love making, her juices squirting out from between our contact.

“OH SWEET CELESTIA!” She collapsed onto me, sighing happily and drooling onto my chest. She held herself in place, keeping me inside as I tried oh so hard to change the fact.

“You were amazing Isaac… I love you.” She kissed my neck sweetly, laying the side of her head on the spot. I myself was recovering from mental trauma while she pulled the covers over us, the wet spots impossible to dodge. Her wings splayed out and embraced me with her arms, as she cooed to herself and drifted off to sleep. When I finally was able to except the fact that I was going to hell and just fucked Fluttershy, I realized her hold on me was tight enough to probably asphyxiate a small child. I squirmed around, trying to break free. But the amount it would take to break free would also be enough to wake her, meaning that my chances of escape would be eradicated entirely.

“Wait it out, my leg will heal in 2 days. Maybe I can make it far enough in 1.” Terrible ideas are terrible ideas, but after what I had gone through, it seemed like an easy task to simply undertake. With a shattered mind, and a set plan, I drifted into an unsteady sleep, Fluttershy’s warm breath and body lulling me like a baby in a cradle.

Author's Note

My friend Jack and I tossed this idea around for sometime before actually working on it. Was fun coming up with what happens and I have to say that there is going to be more coming soon!