51w, 1dMy Not-So-Little Pony
Fluttershy couldn’t remember the last time she had been home. It felt like months, at the very least, but she had been so busy acting as the veterinarian of the royal menagerie that time had swiftly flown by. Now, she was riding home on an evening train, grinning eagerly as it brought her closer to Ponyville by the moment. Her heart swelled with joy as she spotted her friends waiting for her on the platform. The train slowed to a stop, and in the blink of an eye, she was engulfed in the squeezing warmth of her friends, hugging back to the best of her ability. As the embrace ended, a thought occurred.
“Where is Pinkie Pie?” Fluttershy asked. Rarity cleared her throat, while Applejack and Rainbow Dash began to snicker. Twilight Sparkle smiled and shook her head. Fluttershy arched her brows as she glanced between them. “Is… something wrong?”
“Oh no, not at all.” Twilight turned to Rarity, her smile becoming something forced. “Pinkie just… well…”
“She’s got a big surprise for you when you get home,” Dash interrupted, bursting into laughter immediately afterward. Fluttershy felt a twinge of anxiety.
Applejack calmed herself, suppressing her chuckle for the most part. “Don’tcha worry yerself, Pinkie’s doin’ jus’ fine.”
“I don’t know how you can call that just fine, Applejack.” Rarity looked at the bottom of her forehoof, turning it over to look at the side. “I find it appalling, personally.”
“Appalling? Pinkie Pie?” the timid pegasus inquired.
Rarity nodded, returning her attention to Fluttershy. “You see, somehow she got the grand idea that you—”
Applejack snorted. “Now hold on a minute here! Ya may not agree with what she did, but that don’t give ya the right ta ruin her surprise! She’s been workin’ hard on this!” The farmer smiled and motioned for Fluttershy to follow as she made her way across the platform.
“Working hard, or hardly working?!” Rainbow Dash laughed at her own joke, wiping away a few tears. Rarity rolled her eyes.
“Actually,” Twilight commented, “considering how active she is normally, you really could consider this hard work on her part.”
The horizon glowed a soft orange-pink as the sun dipped behind the mountains. Birds bid their goodnights as the five of them made their way down the path to Fluttershy’s cottage, attempting to keep her from asking any further questions about Pinkie by inquiring her about the work she had done in Canterlot. Though she humored them, the curiosity regarding her frizzy maned friend remained at the forefront of her mind. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as she approached her home, but then, that was the point of a surprise party. Even Rarity and Twilight began to quietly giggle to themselves as Fluttershy opened her front door, glancing back at them before stepping into the darkened interior of her home.
“Have fun!” they all shouted in unison.
All at once, the lights flickered on, illuminating the balloons, streamers, and confetti spread across her living room. A banner stretched across the back wall, over the doorway to the kitchen. While it clearly read “Welcome home Fluttershy!” she could see from the door that there were a number of odd smudges all over the paper. There were also little bits of something scattered all over the room, some of them the same color as the smudges. Fluttershy glanced down at the floor around her hooves, spying what appeared to be a mostly eaten hunk of cake. She immediately realized that the smudges on the banner were frosting.
Blinking with confusion, her mouth agape, she turned around, only to find herself face to face with her front door. She whipped around again as a soft, feminine grunt sounded from the kitchen.
“Shoot, I missed my cue, didn’t I?” The voice was very familiar, but it sounded almost like their words had been spoken with a full mouth. “Go back outside and come in again! I wasn’t ready!”
The floor shook slightly under a series of quick stomps, each one sounding closer. Fluttershy felt her heart pound in her chest as she carefully stepped over another discarded lump of confectionary. Just as the paintings began to rattle against the wall, they went still again. The very tip of a curly, pink lock of hair edged past the door frame.
“Pinkie, what are you doing? They said you were… That you were going to surprise me, or… I, um… I got a little worried because Rarity said she didn’t approve, but—”
All at once, a gigantic pink figure hopped into view, the floor trembling on impact. It was undeniably Pinkie Pie, but she was, in a word, enormous; quite possibly the fattest pony Fluttershy had ever laid eyes on.
“Oh my goodness! Puh-Pinkie! You’re—”
The massive pink mare huffed softly as she filled the doorway. A few beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, bright-blue eyes wide and centered on the pegasus, though squinted slightly by her full cheeks. Fluttershy couldn’t tell how much of the squinting was because Pinkie was grinning from ear to ear as opposed to how puffy her face had become.
“I’m huge! I know!” Pinkie took a deep breath, swallowing. Her face, and especially her mouth, carried traces of the cake that littered Fluttershy’s living room. “Do you like it?!”
Fluttershy knitted her brow, blushing. “I… Oh gosh…” Her feathers ruffled impulsively. “I wasn’t expecting…”
Her grin faded. “You don’t like it?”
Pinkie took a few steps forward, causing the floor shake again. Her second chin and thick neck wobbled with the motion, her breast rolling from side to side and sagging against her bloated forelegs. When she reached the dooframe, her sides bunched up against it, causing the wood to creak. With a small grunt of effort, Pinkie squeezed through, her blubber quivering as it flopped back into place.
“No! It’s just—” Fluttershy could hardly take her eyes off of the immense parody her friend had become, her heart hammering away all the while. “This is just so sudden! I had no idea that—”
“Well,” she puffed, “I just thought this would be a nice surprise for you, is all!” Pinkie’s grin returned, the pink butterball slowly waddling in a circle, never once looking away from Fluttershy. Every inch of her seemed to ripple, her belly swaying so dangerously close to the floor. “I wasn’t wrong, was I?”
The pegasus felt her mouth dry out, shortness of breath following. Her tail flicked impulsively, a shiver running down her spine, cresting between her haunches.
“No...” Fluttershy whispered, swallowing. “No, you weren’t wrong… I just… How did you...?”
“Oh, you know…” Pinkie paused, huffing softly as she completed her turn, giving Fluttershy a clear view of her enormous backside. “You’re always watching the animals get ready for winter, and you told me how much you liked helping them get enough food, and how soft they are before they hibernate! Well, this is kinda like that, except that I’ve got a head start! And you get to… you know.” The quivering pink pony giggle-snorted. “Well? Don’tcha wanna feel how sooooft I am?”
Fluttershy felt her cheeks burning. She nodded and took a few cautious steps forward. Pinkie lidded her eyes, her grin becoming something lewd as she gave her rump a single shake, the motion carrying for several seconds. The pegasus gasped silently, eyes wide as she came closer to those shuddering pink haunches. Fluttershy lifted a forehoof, hovering just above of Pinkie’s marbled flesh.
“Go on,” Pinkie purred, letting her eyelids descend even further. “This is all for you, Fluttershy. Show me how much you like it.”
“I…” Fluttershy swallowed heavily, feeling as though she might hyperventilate. “Oh goodness, Pinkie… I… I just…”
Pinkie’s lusty gaze lost some of its passion, her smile subsiding. “I’m not going too fast for you, am I?”
“Oh, no! Not at all! I’m just…” She smiled sheepishly, glancing down at the floor. “I want to kiss a little, first… If um… if you’re okay with that…”
A shiver ran though the massive mare as she slowly lidded her eyes again. “Of course I am, silly...”
Pinkie Pie closed her eyes as Fluttershy slowly trotted around her. The pegasus spread her wings, feathers brushing gently over Pinkie’s flank as she drank in every soft curve. As her feathers brushed over the side of the enormous earth pony’s belly, she felt Pinkie’s shuddering.
“That tickles!” Pinkie giggled, her body quaking.
Blushing, Fluttershy folded her wings. She turned to face Pinkie. “Sorry.”
Pinkie opened her eyes slowly, slightly, smiling. “It’s okay; I like tickling…”
“Oh…” Fluttershy smiled timidly. “Okay.”
A soft silence settled over the room as Fluttershy stood across from the wonderful mare she knew so well, listening to the quiet panting that puffed between her lips, punctuated by the occasional creak of the floorboards under and around her hooves. She had already taken in so much of Pinkie’s new figure that all she had left to gaze into were her eyes, still as brilliantly blue and full of energy as ever. She leaned a little closer, basking in the warmth that radiated from Pinkie’s thick, heavy frame, feeling the swirling of Pinkie’s sugary breath against her.
The winged mare closed her eyes, meeting Pinkie in the darkness. All at once, her senses were overwhelmed with the softness of Pinkie’s lips against her own and the taste of cake and frosting on Pinkie’s tongue as they rubbed together. A soft moan reached her ears, replying with one of her own, slowly, gently sliding and pursing. She lifted a foreleg to Pinkie’s breast, feeling the weight against her fetlock as she lifted gingerly, trembles running through Pinkie’s supple flesh as she panted excitedly through the kiss. Her foreleg drifted higher, feeling the rolling contours of Pinkie’s neck, slipping around to the back of her head and brushing her hoof through Pinkie’s lush, curly mane.
After what felt like an eternity, the embrace ended. Fluttershy peered out from under her eyelids, giving a bashful smile as she met Pinkie’s gaze again. A low growling interrupted the moment, causing Fluttershy to shrink back slightly. She felt silly as, moments later, she realized what the noise had been. Pinkie’s already puffy cheeks swelled as she tried to stifle a burp.
Pinkie giggled again, sounding just a little nervous, glancing down at the floor. “’scuse me!”
“Oh, I don’t mind.” She chewed her lower lip, then quietly asked, “Are you still hungry?”
“I sure am! I’m never not hungry these days, really! Even more never not hungry than I used to be!”
Fluttershy shivered, nuzzling the portly mare. “I can certainly imagine… It must be so tiring to carry all that weight around.”
“Totally!” She nodded energetically, her chins and jowls wobbling. “I have loads of fun visiting my friends and planning parties and all, but it’s just soooo much work! And that just makes me even hungrier!”
“Well, I haven’t been home in a while, but if you want to sit down and relax, I could fly into town and get you something. Anything, really.”
Pinkie tilted her head to the side, as though looking past her. “You don’t have to do that, silly! You think I’d throw you a welcome home party without bringing food? I brought lots and lots and lots of stuff over! Took me way longer than I planned ‘cause I kept eating half of the stuff on the way here!” She giggled and took a heavy step forward, the pegasus standing aside to watch.
The strangest thing happened, as Pinkie Pie waddled toward the door. The floor began to creak a bit louder, Pinkie’s every step seeming somehow slower, heavier. She began to audibly grunt and pant with effort. Fluttershy had to blink several times to truly register what she was witnessing. Pinkie was fattening up before her very eyes, visibly wider by the second, her curves sagging heavier and fuller, her flab shaking and slapping against itself. By the time she reached the door, she was easily wider than the frame. And yet, she continued to slowly plow ahead as though she didn’t even notice the change, despite all the strain she had to put into walking.
Fluttershy felt her breath catch in her chest as –all at once– Pinkie’s belly smooshed against the floor, her bloated sides bunching up against the walls on either side of her. Several girly grunts and groans reached her ears as Pinkie wobbled against the frame, elephantine hind legs scraping their hooves against the floor, causing the massive haunches above them to undulate and slap together. Pinkie seemed to have stopped growing, but she was clearly stuck in the doorway. Fluttershy took a cautious step closer.
“Heh… Fluttershy, I’m… I’m kinda…” The smell of arousal hit her as Pinkie flicked her tail. Even her heat carried a sugary accent. “Don’t s’pose you could give me a little push?”
Pinkie glanced back at her, over the small hill of her backside, her normally pink face now beet red. Something about her embarrassment sent a jolt through the pegasus, exploding between her haunches and forcing her wings to their full span. She bit her lip and swallowed a groan, then forced a nod.
“N-no problem at all, Pinkie. I, um… I mean… I don’t mind you getting stuck in my doorway!” She laughed, quick and anxious, then swallowed. Her ears splayed, her tail flicked, and her feathers frizzed. “Has, um… Is this the first time you’ve gotten… stuck?”
The huge, wiggling pony gave a nervous giggle of her own. “Weeeeell… Not really… It’s kinda been happening more and more lately. Ponies haven’t exactly been renovating their homes just ‘cause I’m a big fatty-flanks! Nopony really said anything about me porking out until I started having a hard time with doors, but now… I got stuck in the boutique the other day, and Rarity said all kinds of kinda mean things about it while I was getting pulled out.” Pinkie’s pursed her full lips into a pout, brow furrowing. “She told me you wouldn’t like my surprise…”
“Oh, no… I’m very flattered that you would do this for me. I just, um…” The pegasus glanced away, chewing her lower lip. “I think you… you’re…”
“A little too fat?” Pinkie arched her brows, still blushing, wiggling her rump. Fluttershy fought to keep herself from swooning. “Do you think so? Maybe I should cut back a little?”
“I…” Fluttershy quickly shook her head. “I was going to say beautiful, actually! Stunning!”
Pinkie brightened up. “Oh! Well, okay then! I still need a little push, though!”
Fluttershy nodded, inching closer. “Just a little push… Right.”
At first, Fluttershy just lifted her hoof and let gravity take over, sliding along the warm, not-quite smooth curve of Pinkie’s left haunch. Her coat was just a bit damp with perspiration, but otherwise fresh and well conditioned. Pinkie moaned softly at her touch, the earth pony giving another slow, heavy shake. Immediately, Fluttershy knew that more than “just a little push” was on the menu. She brought her foreleg back up with a bit more pressure, feeling her fetlock sink into the yielding weight, gently lifting and releasing Pinkie’s heavy cheek. Pinkie’s rump flopped back against her hock, bouncing, quietly slapping its neighbor. Fluttershy bit her lower lip, watching the ripples. With one last trace of hesitation, she glanced up again, meeting Pinkie’s longing stare, the pink mare’s lips pursing around another moan.
“Please,” she groaned, peering back at the pegasus with one eye barely open. “Don’t stop… That feels sooo good!”
Fluttershy barely even nodded, gently leaning against Pinkie’s wide hips as she reared up on her hinds. A shiver ran through her as Pinkie flagged her tail, silky pink curls tickling her underside before draping to the left. The smell of Pinkie’s arousal was nearly intoxicating. The source of the lustful aroma was entirely concealed by the weight of Pinkie’s haunches, however. Even the base of her tail had been swallowed in the deep, buttery-soft canyon of her rump.
With both forehooves on Pinkie’s backside, Fluttershy began to knead in opposing circles, slowly and carefully. She spread Pinkie’s cheeks with the motion, wide enough to get a glimpse of the pucker under her tail, and the thick, glistening lips of her sex just below that. Even farther down the soft curve, between Pinkie’s hind legs, she spotted a pair of ripe looking udders. Without touching them, the pegasus could tell that they were full and heavy, engorged not with milk but with an excess of supple flesh. She began to salivate, imagining how soft they would feel against her lips and tongue.
While the pegasus had intended to squish Pinkie’s haunches together again and continue kneading, Pinkie slowly dipped forward as much as her size and the doorframe would allow, arching her back, the floor creaking under her as she presented herself. Fluttershy inhaled sharply, her feathers ruffling again. Her rump quivered as she kept it hiked as high as Fluttershy imagined she could. She let Pinkie’s heavy cheeks drop, tingling as she watched them collide with an audible slap, completely concealing Pinkie’s nethers.
Pinkie grunted again, trying and failing to turn her thick neck far enough to glance back and up at Fluttershy. “Don’tcha… mmf… don’tcha want a taste? I’m not gonna give you eye candy and then say you can’t—” Pinkie’s sentence fell apart as Fluttershy spread her rump again, leaning in slowly. “Ooooooh…”
The heat of Fluttershy’s breath rolled out in gasps against the fat mound of Pinkie’s twat. She extended her tongue in one long, slow pass along the glistening ravine of her sex. Pinkie was beyond words at that point, uttering nothing more than a long, breathy moan. Fluttershy shivered as she realized Pinkie’s nethers tasted as sugary as they smelled. Her tongue flicked down for a second pass, just a bit deeper, the decadence of Pinkie’s pussy starting to slather on her lips. She felt her hooves finally meeting resistance in Pinkie’s yielding backside as she put more of her weight into it, desperate and eager to make out with Pinkie’s cunt.
The doorframe had other plans. A dry crack suddenly split the air. Before she even realized what was happening, Pinkie rolled forward with a squawk of surprise, tumbling with floor-shaking weight. The pegasus spilled onto the floor as well, but quickly scrambled to her hooves, rushing to Pinkie’s quivering, slowly heaving side. It occured to her, as she stood next to her lard-laden friend, that Pinkie could have easily crushed her had she fallen differently. The earth pony was -at the very least- three times the size of her.
“Are you alright?!”
Pinkie giggled up at her, panting and looking a bit dazed. “This… guh… isn’t the first time I’ve had that happen, either.” The shock seemed to leave her after she said that, glancing past the winged pony, her face starting to flush. “Oh jeeze! Fluttershy, I’m really sorry! I hope you’re not mad! I’ve been trying not to do that, but I’m just so big and the butter I bring with me melts if I don’t use it to grease up fast enough and then I end up drinking it out of the wrapper so it doesn’t get all over me and—”
Once more, Fluttershy interrupted Pinkie Pie, this time with her mouth instead of her hooves. Pinkie’s words melted into a soft moan that reverberated through Fluttershy’s tongue, the mares slowly locking and pressing their lips together, short, excited gasps escaping through their noses. The pegasus felt just a bit disappointed when Pinkie pulled away moments later, heaving a deep breath. She settled for nuzzling into the side of Pinkie’s neck, playing with Pinkie’s flab between her lips. Pinkie began to stir not long after that.
Fluttershy sat back, watching Pinkie’s whole body quake as she tried to get her hooves under her. She gave up after several attempts, collapsing into a jiggling pink heap. She had retained her blush for the entire affair, looking up at Fluttershy from under her eyelids.
“I, uh…” Pinkie pursed her lips, blowing a few beads of sweat off the tip of her nose mid wheeze. “I think I’m guh... gonna take it easy for a little while... If you want some of the cake and stuff,” she grunted, half-heartedly waving a foreleg, “it’s right over there.”
“Oh, that’s okay, Pinkie Pie. I don’t mind at all. Don’t, um…” She grinned as she suddenly felt a bold streak come over her. “Don’t you want any of the cake you brought, though?”
Pinkie giggled, sending more tremors through her immense form. “Well I’m nah... not gonna say no, if that’s what you’re asking!”
The pegasus smiled. For the first time since entering the kitchen, she looked away from Pinkie. Immediately, her smile vanished and her eyes widened. What was once a humble kitchen now resembled the interior of a bakery. Her mind boggled as she tried to rationalize how she had failed to notice such an enormous addition to her house from the outside. She glanced back at Pinkie, and Pinkie perked up curiously.
Fluttershy waved a foreleg at the room in front of her. “When did this happen?”
“Wha’ddya mean?” She wobbled, as if trying to sit up.
“My kitchen. Was this part of my the surprise?”
“No, silly! Me being all rolly-poly was the surprise! And I guess the cake too, which, yeah, I could definitely go for right about now!” The flabby mare giggled as Fluttershy turned away again.
She stared in amazement for a few moments more before slowly exploring. Several multi-tier cakes sat on the counter, but she opened a drawer instead. Her brow arched as she noticed it was full of cookies. She glanced out the window, finding herself with a view of Ponyville under the afternoon sun instead of the picturesque countryside in twilight. In the distance, she could hear songbirds. She chewed the corner of her lip nervously.
“Pinkie Pie,” she almost mumbled, “I think something strange is going on…”
Pinkie was not where Fluttershy had left her, however. Instead, she was sprawled out on the counter behind her, grunting and snorting as she rocked and rolled her massive body. The beautiful cakes that had been placed there were reduced to little more than a sugary mess, mushed into Pinkie’s coat and mane as she just about wallowed in them. She paused briefly as Fluttershy met her gaze, the winged mare’s jaw hanging slack. Evidently, not all of the cake had ended up on Pinkie’s coat. Her cheeks bulged, bits of cake tumbling from the corners of her mouth. She snorted and swallowed, then dragged her tongue across her lips.
“So, are you gonna take all this pork to market now?” Pinkie whispered, wearing a wide, lewd, frosting-smeared grin between her puffy cheeks. She slid her forehooves down the sticky, shuddering contour of her underside, unable to even reach past her belly. “Or do you want me to get even fatter, first?”
“Oh goodness… Pinkie, you’re already the fattest pony I’ve ever seen! How…” Fluttershy fought to keep her eyes open as her imagination went wild, clenching her haunches and the soft, wet lips between them. “How much bigger could you possibly get?” she whispered, slowly lifting a foreleg to the side of the counter.
The bloated pink mare rubbed her hooves in slow circles, still grinning. “Don’t ’cha wanna find out? Or is this big enough?” She punctuated her question with a slap, sending ripples that rolled across her blubbery form. “I’m all yours, Fluttershy, just say the word!”
With a few flaps of her wings, Fluttershy was on the counter, straddling the slowly panting hill of a pony that now only bore a few resemblances to the Pinkie Pie she used to know. She could feel the cake and frosting getting on her coat, along with the heat and humidity slowly rising off of the rotound mare under her. The entire situation made her feel incredibly dirty, especially considering the answer she was about to give, but somehow, it just made her that much more eager.
“Why not both?” Fluttershy mused as she carefully leaned forward, her weight dimpling Pinkie’s softness. Pinkie arched her brows and bit her lower lip, nodding. “Sex burns calories, after all, and um… If you want to cover your losses, you should probably stuff your face while I’m busy between your hinds.”
Pinkie Pie got right to work, scooping a mound of cake right off of her pillowy breast and noisily cramming it into her mouth. Fluttershy watched for several moments, spellbound, as Pinkie consumed nearly everything she could reach.
Remembering the drawer, Fluttershy leaned to the side, Pinkie’s gut gurgling and churning under her weight, and managed to tug one of them open. Inside, she found more cookies. The pegasus scooped up as many as she could and dumped them onto Pinkie’s breast, repeating the motion several times. The drawer never seemed any emptier, and each time, it looked like there were more cakes and pies around Pinkie’s head that hadn’t been there the moment before. Fluttershy was beyond caring at that point, however, giving herself fully to the lust that begged for release.
Fluttershy shifted her weight again, the pressure forcing a long, wet belch out of Pinkie. Both mares actually froze for a moment, the pegasus meeting the earth ponies fleeting gaze.
“’scuse me… again…” Pinkie mumbled sheepishly, looking away.
“Really, it’s okay,” Fluttershy murmured with a delicate smile. “You... I think you’re really beautiful when you, um... when you blush...”
Pinkie grinned bashfully, slowly regaining confidence as she began to lick dallops of frosting off her hooves. With that, the pegasus fluttered her wings, back and away from Pinkie’s face as she began to stuff herself again, the sound of her gluttony echoing slightly in the gigantic kitchen. A great deal of pastry had gotten smeared in the deep valleys where Pinkie’s thighs met her belly, gobs of frosting clinging to the overlap of her heavy haunches, but her belly was an absolute mess. The thought of cleaning Pinkie off when all was said and done sent another chill of excitement down her spine. That would have to wait, however. She knew they were both going to get a lot dirtier before it was time to get clean.
Fluttershy knelt down, the coldness of the counter-top softened by the layer of pulverized baked goods on top of it. With gravity pulling Pinkie’s flesh in the other direction, and her thick hind legs spread to either side, Fluttershy had a clear view of her flabby udders. She craned her neck forward, getting a whiff of strong, sweet musk; distinctly Pinkie Pie. Pinkie let out a shuddering gasp as Fluttershy slowly licked around the base of a puffy teat. She could feel it expanding slightly against her lips, but never quite getting firm. Pinkie was far beyond firmness of any sort. The taste of sweat was slight as she suckled gently, curiously. Pinkie shivered again, the motion sending small waves across her middle.
The counter gave a low, dry creak under her. Fluttershy glanced up, watching the peak of Pinkie’s belly slowly climb higher, her left side sagging right over the side of the counter, her right forcing baked goods and their empty containers away from her. Pinkie was blowing up like a balloon, and she didn’t appear to be stopping. Fluttershy tore herself away from the spectacle, focusing on the thick, juicy lips that were steadily becoming even more so, Pinkie’s hind legs almost seeming to recede into her haunches as her already elephantine rump bloated up under them with pounds and pounds of equine lard. Her udders continued to fill up and out as well, flopping from between Pinkie’s thighs and framing her quivering sex.
Just as it seemed that Pinkie was literally on the verge of filling the kitchen, Fluttershy took a deep breath, and the counter gave a long, ominous creak. Instead of the sticky warmth and softness of Pinkie’s cunt, the pegasus tasted something dry and thin. Pinkie began to trill like a bird.
Her eyelids felt heavy as she tried to open them, an overwhelming amout of light flooding her vision. Where there should have been the fattest mare Equestria had ever seen -or the world, for that matter- there was only a slightly damp pillow. Fluttershy blinked again, trying to focus her vision. The airy sound of feathers reached her ears, followed by a gentle breeze and the rustling of leaves. Several songbirds perched on her headboard, staring curiously down at her.
The pegasus managed a smile, slowly rolling onto her back. Immediately, she felt the wetness in her sheets under her haunches. Her nethers were sticky with more than sweat, a few beads of arousal rolling down her backside as she squeezed her nethers experimentally. She sighed quietly, her smile fading, like the memory of her dream.
One of the birds began to chirp, leaning toward her from its perch.
“I had another one of those dreams, that’s all.” She paused, listening to another round of chirps. “Yes, it was about Pinkie Pie again… Yes, she was really fat in this one, too…” She glanced out the window, watching the sun slowly rise over the horizon.
“I don’t know what to think… I mean, the first time I had a dream like that, I was shocked more than anything, like it was a nightmare. But... the more I’ve been having them, the more I...” Fluttershy paused, biting her lip and shivering. She glanced up at her birds again. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me?”
Her ears splayed as she listened to their songlike reply. “Maybe… maybe I should talk to her about it…”