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Let the Rain Come Down
By: Flammenwerfer
If someone had, three months prior, told Spike that he would—quite easily—get over his massive crush on Rarity, he would have given a sensible chuckle, accompanied with some other sign of incredulity. If someone had elaborated and told him that, not only would he break his crush with Rarity, but he would instead focus almost instantaneously on Fluttershy, he would have laughed even harder and probably would have walked away, shaking his head. Had someone told him that, yes, he would indeed break his crush on Rarity, focus his attention in the blink of an eye on Fluttershy, and end up actually winning her heart, he probably would have labeled them a ‘goddamn lunatic’ and proceed to avoid them for the rest of the foreseeable future.
It certainly is funny how life works out, sometimes.
Reminiscing on the whole idea over some hot tea with his favorite person, Spike, despite unfathomable probabilities at the time, could not have asked for a better girlfriend. Granted, his maturing a bit through a massive growth spurt around his eighteenth birthday and adopting a slightly more neutral personality helped things along. Glancing over at the individual in question, he could not help the smile that chiseled its way onto his face, nor the comfortable heat that rose to his fair-complexioned cheeks; all this from just laying eyes upon Fluttershy. Even under the dense, cloudy skies of Ponyville Fields with no sunshine, the pink-haired beauty was absolutely radiating pure gorgeousness.
Feeling Spike’s gaze upon her, Fluttershy glanced over in kind and locked her teal-blues with his emeralds, feeling a rapid blush come on and necessitating an instinctual retreat behind a portion of her long, silky hair. A feminine giggle followed closely out of her mouth, still getting used to the attention that Spike lavished her with… though thoroughly enjoying it nonetheless.
“Thank you for coming out with me today, Spike,” Fluttershy softly thanked, scooting just a bit closer to him so she could snuggle into his side, the fabrics of their clothed torsos pressing together firmly and comfortably. For a temperate day such as this (that was realistically on the cooler side due to the aforementioned weather), she had decided on a thick, emerald-green pullover which hugged her body nice and snuggly, complemented by some dark, denim pants.
“You kidding, Flutters?” Spike asked rhetorically, wrapping his arm around the girl and pulling her more snuggly against him. “I happen to agree that today was a perfect day for a picnic of sorts,” he elaborated, easing any concerns that Fluttershy might have had initially. After taking a sip from his tea, he nuzzled his left cheek into hers, letting them feel that much more connected. Indeed, Fluttershy had invited Spike on a small ‘picnic’ once she figured out that it would be overcast the entire day, with a near one hundred percent certainty that it would rain sometime during. It was a little known fact that Fluttershy absolutely adored the rain when thunder and lightning did not happen to accompany such a particular storm. Spike happened to share a similar sentiment, though he enjoyed thunderstorms infinitely more than Fluttershy ever could.
“Hmmm,” she hummed comfortably, leaning into her man and letting her eyes flutter closed for just a few moments. Spike rested the side of his head on top of hers, in kind. The past three months with Fluttershy had been absolutely wonderful to both of them. Once she began to open up to him more and more, she began to exhibit a much more physical side that Spike had not seen before, nor one that she had a chance to express. Sure she hugged their friends and what not, but it took a little while for her to get truly comfortable with a simple act of, say, holding hands. Once she got over her fears, this blossomed into letting herself be much more physical with him, ranging from basic leaning on each other to full-on intimate cuddling, kissing, and falling asleep together.
“Though I’ll admit… it’s not much of a picnic with just some hot tea but I love it, regardless,” Spike added, taking another swig of the elixir that Fluttershy had always known how to prepare so well. She happened to be the one to kindle his love for tea, one of the many wonderful side-effects that their relationship provided him. As for Fluttershy, Spike had truly become one of her largest anchors; someone to talk to about anything, someone to hold her when she felt anxious or scared, and someone who took genuine enjoyment in helping her care for her animals and generally spending time with her.
He may have been two years younger than her, but she ultimately felt safe in his presence.
“True,” Fluttershy replied with a giggle, one that sent Spike smiling again. “But I didn’t want to miss such a perfect day. It’ll be the first rain of the season,” she added with anticipation, removing her head from Spike’s shoulder to sip on her own tea. Her displacement allowed Spike to sneak a glance at his beautiful girlfriend. It was all her innate qualities that had first attracted Spike to her, such as her nurturing spirit, her sweet and gentle touch, and her unwavering patience. He knew that she was gorgeous, but it was only before he asked her out that he truly began to appreciate her physical form… a feeling which quickly morphed into one of realizing just how lucky of a dude he was.
“Hey, who needs an excuse to sit outside on a day like this?” Spike said, continuing the conversation. Fluttershy was the owner of a body that many women would kill to have, namely, above-average breasts, easily in the high D-cup range, and a modest rear to follow up… all brought together in a hunger-inducing hourglass figure. To Spike, these were excellent perks, perfect complements to an already drop-dead gorgeous personality. He could not believe to this day that she said ‘yes’ to him.
“You know? You’re right, Spike,” Fluttershy readily agreed, finishing off her tea and leaning back into him. Spike chugged the remainder of his tea as well, setting his cup aside so he could shift their position. The thick blanket that Fluttershy had brought along was more than comfortable to lie back on, so, with a bit of mutual cooperation from the equally fair-skinned girl (as she had a similar idea), Spike lay back and allowed Fluttershy to snuggle into him. She lay her head and part of her chest on top of Spike’s chest, letting her face rest just under his neck while he wrapped his right arm around her back.
Their free hands connected together and held one another in a mutual grasp.
This was their favorite position when cuddling. It allowed Spike to stroke the girl’s back and run his fingers through her hair, while the same position afforded Fluttershy the ability to run her fingers up and down his chest and stomach, or his hair as well, whichever she felt like at the time. The two had spent many-a night together doing and saying very little… but the only thing that remained constant was this position.
The duo smiled goofily and hummed in approval at their current positioning, their bodies doing well to generate heat into each other while relishing the cooling sensation of the pre-rain air. The two quickly fell into their usual routine of gentle touching, the man ensuring he drew ginger but firm lines up and down her side while sweetly stroking the side of her face at random intervals. Spike watched happily as Fluttershy’s eyes slowly began to shut under his ministrations, her breathing and heart-rate seeming to synchronize perfectly with his own. Fluttershy had no intention of falling asleep, but she was not opposed to resting her eyes while her boyfriend tended to her with those sweet, gentle hands of his.
“Hey, Shy?” Spike muttered just above a whisper.
“Hmmm?” she responded, her eyes remaining closed while her right hand, having freed itself from his left hand, continued to slowly run her palm vertically on his chest and upper abdomen. He had found out that she enjoyed palming and sometimes tracing the outline of his lean musculature… well, whatever modest musculature that existed on his chest and abs.
“I don’t think you ever told me why you love the rain so much,” Spike spoke in the same tone, underscoring an implicit question as he continued to draw lines on her side. Her sweater rode up the tiniest bit, allowing him to touch some of her exposed skin, sending the gentlest of shivers up her spine.
“It-It’s a little silly…”
“I’d like to be the judge of that,” Spike reassured, relaxing completely and letting his own eyes close. All that existed around him was the perfect weather and his girl.
“Well, it’s nothing elaborate, really… as I’m sure you know, I get anxious very easily,” Fluttershy began to explain.
“Whoa, really?” Spike asked sarcastically, poking a little bit of fun at her while running his fingers through her hair. Fluttershy responded with a gentle pound of his chest, as well as a giggle, eliciting a laugh out of Spike in turn.
“Anyway, my anxiousness always carried over to my sleep; I was very prone to nightmares, as well as terrified of ‘things that went bump in the night,’” she continued, nuzzling her cheek into Spike’s chest and taking in a gentle whiff of his scent from his neck. Getting this close to someone had never felt this right for Fluttershy, but Spike grew on her rapidly, and now she could not get enough of even the simplest things, such as the scent of his freshly-showered body, masked in whatever soap it was that he used.
“So that started young, huh?” Spike asked, facilitating the conversation while he ran his palm over her lower back, gently thumbing over her exposed back dimples.
“Mmmm… yeah,” she replied with a gentle hum of approval at his actions. “The rain, however, acted as wonderful white noise, drowning out any creepy sounds that I would hear and easily lull me to sleep,” Fluttershy explained, attempting to pull herself even more tightly against him. Spike leaned his head over and pressed his lips to the top of her head, planting a gentle peck while simultaneously stealing a smell of her thick, beautifully flowing hair; plumeria. Perfect.
She hummed blissfully and lightly colored at the adorably sweet gesture.
“So, you’ve loved it ever since?” Spike inferred. He was certainly warm over the contact, but the gentle breeze that rippled over the plains afforded the perfect balance of heat and cool. He, honestly, did not wish to move from this position. Fluttershy echoed a similar sentiment, especially when she drew her free hand away from his chest and wove it with his own once more.
“At the start, yeah… but it only grew after that. Sometimes, I would just sit in a gentle downpour, and I didn’t care if I got soaked to the bone,” Fluttershy continued, though she punctuated her statement with an action that surprised both parties: she playfully nipped at his chest with the tiniest giggle, though she only managed to grab some of the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt in her teeth. Spike responded by running his right hand to her upper back and dragging all of his fingers all the way down, something she absolutely loved. That assertion still held firm, as she cooed and lightly shuddered in approval. A slew of thoughts were sent to the green-haired man’s mind, however.
“You too, eh?” Spike replied, Fluttershy’s right eye opening for a moment at the implication. “I get hot real easily; dragon blood and all… so when rain would suddenly come, I’d just sit outside for hours until my skin pruned up or Twilight yelled at me, whichever came first. Even if it was a full-fledged thunderstorm, I didn’t care,” he admitted. While the lighthearted conversation continued in earnest, Spike was still thinking about some stuff that resurfaced when Fluttershy made that unexpected contact.
Fluttershy was beautiful, that much was absolutely certain. Moreover, by general standards of feminine beauty, she was undeniably sexy. As her boyfriend, Spike, naturally, had certainly expressed some sort of interest in taking their relationship to the next level… when the time was ultimately right. As Fluttershy had admitted not even a couple of minutes earlier, she got anxious rather easily, and because of that little detail, he was not entirely sure how to approach the idea of further physical intimacy with her. In his eyes, her reaction would not be easy to predict. If there was a negative reaction, she would either shy away from the idea due to it being much too soon, or, she’d reluctantly agree... to please Spike. If there was such a negatory, he’d much prefer it was the former. Spike would never want her to do anything of the sort that she did not wish to do.
Rightly, he was at a loss for how to go about this tactfully. His ultimate decision was to just wait until either Fluttershy made her own advances, or that he was confident enough in the strength of their relationship before proposing the idea. Besides, with these intimate cuddle sessions, among other things, he was more than willing to wait. There was little rush.
“Hehe, as a little girl, my mom and dad would always say the same thing when they caught me outside during a rainstorm,” Fluttershy said, beginning to reminisce as well. “‘Fluttershy! Get inside now! You’re gonna catch a cold!’” she whimsically mimicked her parents’ tone of voice, much to the snuggling duo’s amusement. Spike ran his thumb over the top of her hand, cradling her unbelievably soft hand in his own. She adjusted the interweaving of their fingers accordingly, allowing him some easier access.
“Haha, and did you listen?” Spike asked knowingly.
“...Eventually, yes. But right away, no, not at all,” Fluttershy laughed.
“Damn… never knew you were such a rebel, Flutters,” he joked, garnering a humorous smile from her.
“I know, right??” she replied, playing along. It was Spike’s turn to let out a little huff of amusement. Fluttershy then angled her head up and chastely kissed his jawline before resuming her usual position.
“Twilight would say something similar, since she didn’t share the same enthusiasm for rain as I did.”
“So I gathered, but to my parents, I would always say the same thing: ‘So? Let the rain come down. I don’t mind,’” she detailed, closing her words with a dreamy sigh, running her left hand’s fingers through Spikes hair, tracing his scalp. The two eventually settled into pleasant silence and tangled their legs together, letting them rub against one another and allowing their hands to do all the work... but the constant shifting of their legs ended in Fluttershy finding her way completely on top of Spike; not really that uncommon of an position, though admittedly, much more intimate in scope. It was a bit surprising, as Fluttershy, true to her name, was still somewhat shy about public displays of affection… but then again, the two were deep in Ponyville’s expansive fields. No one would see them unless they made an equally massive journey. The two were no strangers to heavier kisses in private, though.
They then made eye contact in their altered position.
“Why, hello there, beautiful,” Spike spoke confidently, yet nonchalantly as Fluttershy found her way completely on top of him. Her long, flowing hair draped both of their faces, and she blushed heavily as a result of his comment, sweeping her hair up and hiding behind it out of instinct. Spike, however, vocally prevented her from doing so.
“Don’t hide that face, it’s way too gorgeous…” he upped the ante with something even more cheesy, but the shy girl absolutely loved such words, despite her seemingly negative (yet adorable) reactions to them.
“Y-You’re too good to me… you know that?” Fluttershy squeaked out, but quickly came out of her hair prison and rubbed her nose against his. He enthusiastically reciprocated the gesture that induced stomach-butterflies to the maximum.
“Too good?” Spike repeated incredulously, raising an eyebrow. “Well…” he began to speak but quickly altered their positions, wrapping his arms around Fluttershy and gingerly placing her on the ground, with him on top.
“Eeep!” she cutely uttered in surprise, but said surprise was quickly replaced with happiness and safety as she stared at her emerald-eyed boyfriend above.
“...I don’t see it as treating you ‘too well,’” Spike finished his sentence. “I see it as lavishing an amazing, and dare I say, hot girl with the love, respect, and care she so rightfully deserves,” he continued, speaking from the heart. But alas, the sheer cheesiness was too much, and Fluttershy quickly covered her face as her cheeks colored furiously. She loved every word that came out of his mouth, but it all felt so overwhelmingly amazing that she could not help but fall back on one of her most natural instincts. Spike, however, quickly intercepted her hands, gripping her wrists and gently pulling her arms away to reveal the perfect, blemish-free face that he could never get tired of looking at. Her teal-blue eyes were a clear window into her thought process, and though wide and giving off an aura of innocence, they shone naught but love and gratitude to the one above her.
At that moment, Spike could not help himself anymore. He gently lowered his face, having the extremest desire to press his lips to hers, and it appeared Fluttershy was very receptive to the idea, if her eyes quickly fluttering closed and the gentlest puckering of her lips in preparation were anything to go by. Her arms quickly found their places around his upper back and neck, beckoning Spike forward so they could be connected at the mouth. Inches quickly turned to centimeters, which gave way to millimeters...
But the feeling of a single drop of cool water on the back of Spike’s head quickly snuffed out the initial plan of action.
“Whoa, hold on,” Spike said, leaning up and feeling the back of his head. His hair certainly was the tiniest bit wet from where water struck. At that moment, another drop nailed Fluttershy right on the forehead.
“Oop!” she gently called out in mild surprise, wiping the water off of her forehead with her palm. Almost immediately, the two noticed drops continuing to fall from the continuous white and gray expanse above, the frequency of rain quickly picking up until it was a steady, decent volume.
“Haha! Finally!” Fluttershy exclaimed gleefully, removing herself somewhat from the ground and sitting up completely. Spike joined her as the rain continued to pelt them, sitting in another comfortable silence and leaning into each other once more as they felt the cool, refreshing rain fall over them. It did not take long for their hair and, of course, their clothing to become a bit on the wet side.
Their hands between them quickly found their place cradling one another, as well.
“This. Is. Awesome,” Spike asserted in a playful, childlike manner, enjoying himself fully.
“Is it odd for us to be sitting out here like this?” Fluttershy wondered out loud, allowing her free hand to barely drag up and down Spike’s forearm.
“Odd, by definition, means out of the ordinary… so, probably. Doesn’t make it any less awesome though, especially since it’s the both of us,” Spike agreed yet disagreed, bringing her hand up and kissing the top of it for added reassurance. Fluttershy shrugged and accepted the answer as a simple truth and with a gentle smirk.
“It’s funny, though…” Spike spoke once more, earning Fluttershy’s attention as her eyes immediately snapped back to him. The rainwater that had collected on their heads was now steadily running down their faces in little streams, much like sweat after physical exertion, though it only added to what Fluttershy thought was a rather uniquely romantic atmosphere.
“What is?”
“...as cliché as it sounds, I always wanted to try kissing you in the rain,” he admitted, finding the back of his neck the best place for his right hand at the moment. He averted his gaze when he heard nothing but silence and the rainfall in response… but upon turning back to her, he found Fluttershy with a beaming smirk, and her eyes seemed to be sparkling even with no sunlight.
“W-What if I told you that I, maybe… k-kinda hoped that happened today?” Fluttershy hypothetically asked, barely above a whisper, an answer that was almost drowned out by the rain. Regardless, her uncertainty (ergo, the hypothetical) was incredibly adorable.
“Yeah?” Spike asked to confirm, his heart going crazy and his stomach about to explode and release all the butterflies over the entire field. Fluttershy felt the exact same way, corroborated by the fact that she attempted to get even closer to Spike, though, since they were already closely leaning together, it was virtually impossible to do so. Water was quickly soaking through their clothes and thusly making their garments stick to their body, highlighting and accentuating the couple’s best physical features.
Spike angled his body so he was able to more properly face his girl.
“Mhmmm…” Fluttershy affirmed with a nod. Needing no other facilitation from the outside, the two quickly closed the distance between their faces and successfully pressed their cool, wet lips together at last. The initial contact was a bit jarring, as both expected the other to be a bit warmer, as per usual… but that was quickly remedied when heats began to gradually rise.
The two separated barely a few millimeters before simultaneously diving back in, pressing their lips together in a much more pronounced kiss. Fluttershy cooed blissfully, feeling her lips heat up from Spike’s. As if reading each other’s minds, the two wrapped their arms around each other’s upper backs, squishing their waterlogged, clothed bodies together and ensuring the only thing they felt was each other’s lips. Eyes were comfortably shut as hands began to roam, Fluttershy’s cupping his face while Spike’s held her tightly against him. He soon became aware of her large bosom being pressed and squished against his chest, and he was more than okay with that.
That special spark, which was always present when they kissed, was there in full force, and relinquishing a tiny amount of control to reflex, Spike snuck his tongue forward and politely requested entrance into Fluttershy’s mouth.
She accepted quite eagerly.
It was Fluttershy’s turn to pull Spike in close, moaning into his mouth as she felt their wet muscles wrestle for dominance of their singular, joint mouth. It was not an aggressive fight for supremacy, but rather, a relaxing, and admittedly, arousing massage to full submission. Much like Spike, Fluttershy could feel herself becoming much hotter under her now-completely soaked clothes as her body gradually warmed up the absorbed water. Conversely, the never-ending rain that pattered their faces continued to keep them cool enough… for now.
The two separated once more with an audible ‘smack’ of the lips, and as expected, they were running on a massive, post-makeout high. When Spike was able to regain himself, he spied the most arousing sight yet: Fluttershy’s current facial expression. Her pink hair was matted to her face due to the rain, and it created the illusion of a faux-veil, partially shrouding her face but allowing her eyes, one of her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and her mouth full exposure. She held a half-lidded gaze along with a teasing half-smirk… quite nontraditional for the shy beauty, but not an unwelcome sight in the slightest.
The two shared a lustful gaze, and the mood only seemed to strengthen when Fluttershy subconsciously bit her lower lip. Her somewhat hungry look was driving Spike crazy, and truth be told, after that salacious makeout session, Fluttershy was actually becoming quite aroused herself.
And if the telltale tent in Spike’s sopping pants was any indication, he was, too.
As clarity began to filter back into his mind, Spike realized what Fluttershy was glancing at, and quickly did his due diligence to rein himself in.
“Oh… S-Sorry, Flutters,” he apologized, covering his bases just in case, but the fact that her aforementioned expression never appeared to change upon the discovery of his obvious arousal was quickly having him guess if an apology was truly warranted.
“Thats more than okay, Spike…” she replied a bit huskily. “It’s natural.”
“Fluttershy…?” he asked curiously, and she only responded by getting to her knees, though still in his grasp. Despite the couple-foot height disparity due to the change in orientation, Fluttershy still pulled him in… which landed his face squarely in her covered breasts. Before he could even react to her startling (and hot) advance, she pulled back and slid her hands lower on her body.
“I need to get out of these clothes…” she resolved.
“Whoa, wait… do you mean…”
“Spike, please,” her tone changed from one of determination to one of soft pleading. “You’re one of the best thing that’s ever happened to me… and I don’t know why, but I need you right now,” she elaborated with utmost conviction, though with a bit more assertiveness that Spike had rarely seen with her.
His member twitched.
“Like, right now, right now? In the rain?” he asked for explicit confirmation, perhaps a little too excitedly, and gesturing to the environment around them. He categorically loved the rain as much as Fluttershy, but even he had his doubts if the environment was conducive for a sexual escapade. As much as he had been looking for an answer in addressing the question of advancement of their physical relationship, Spike did not expect such a sudden reaction out of merely a rainy kiss.
“Let the rain come down,” Fluttershy parroted an earlier statement, resigning herself to a soaked experience (in more ways than one), if Spike would have her. He, on the other hand, had no words for her, other than to just go with the proverbial flow. After all, he had originally resigned to wait for Fluttershy to maybe answer the ‘ultimate question,’ and now she had done so, blatantly, right in front of him. Her conviction stymied a resurgence of his own uncertainties.
His concerns were further laid to rest when Fluttershy reached for the hem of her pullover, beginning to slowly lift it up… though she started having trouble once the body of it was completely above her midriff. The waterlogging of the material was making it hard for her to pull the sleeves off of her arms, and her irritated grunts were further corroborating that.
Wordlessly, Spike stepped in, helping her to remove the wet mass of garment in full, and exposing her bra-clad upper body to him in full. He could not help but stare, his eyes immediately drawn downward to the golden bra holding her perfect breasts firmly against her, finally being able to lay eyes upon the wonderful expanse of cleavage that was quickly meeting a similar fate as the rest of their bodies due to the rain. Glancing even further downward was her slim stomach, accentuated in all the right areas with the lightest definition.
Under his gaze, Fluttershy was feeling increasingly scrutinized, and suddenly, she didn’t seem so confident in her actions anymore. That was quickly pushed aside when Spike, on his knees like her, closed the distance yet again and pulled her into another kiss. He managed to remove his long-sleeve shirt in the process, tossing it aside before the two pressed themselves together, bare skin finally touching bare skin. However, with the comfort of being partially out of soaked clothes, to two realized how uncomfortable the remainder was.
Reluctantly breaking away, the two did their best to peel their pants off their bodies… though that was much easier said than done. With some determination, the two were left in their now soaking undergarments, being indigo boxers for Spike and an equally golden pair of panties for Fluttershy. Spike, however, was very noticeably pitching a huge tent… something Fluttershy was not too keen on ignoring. Seeing her staring at it, there was nothing to really explain, so Spike stated what he felt was the obvious:
“You’re really sexy, Fluttershy.”
If she could blush anymore than she already was, she was damn sure trying. Regardless, those words instilled a confidence in her that allowed her to right her posture and smile sweetly at her boyfriend across from her. Punctuating, she wordlessly lifted her left hand and beckoned Spike over with her finger. Seeing his trapped erection only drove her more wild with lust, a feeling that she had longed to feel with someone that she truly cared for and trusted with her life. Fluttershy, naturally, was apprehensive at what was to come, for reasons that would become clear to Spike… but still, the way they kissed catalyzed something in her; a flaring itch that needed—no, demanded—to be scratched.
Spike needed no other incentive, especially when his eyes glanced back down at her chest, rainwater constantly replenishing itself on her chest and running down into her cleavage. Pulling tightly against each other, the two renewed their oral assault on their mouths, wasting no time in engaging in an open mouthed kiss that quickly put any of their other kisses in the past to eternal shame. Hands roamed and explored every inch of each other’s upper back and body, Fluttershy’s hands defaulting to Spike’s pecs while his found their natural place at her sides… though he took quite a bit of pleasure in running his fingertips over her beautifully slim stomach. Every inch of their bodies was covered in rain, a rain that never seemed to quit under their impending consummation.
Spike’s hands drifted lower, settling on both of her buttcheeks and gripping them firmly. There he felt a perfect balance of fat and muscle, creating that wonderful curvature that he had eyed when Fluttershy would bend over to feed some of her animals. She gave an adorable squeak of pleasure at the feeling, but their kiss remained unbroken, their tongues continuing to engage in sacred war. In response, her hands felt their way down his abs. Spike wasn’t massively jacked like some of the men in Ponyville, but Fluttershy didn’t care. He wasn’t a shirker by any means, as he certainly had a prominent four-pack, but to her, his body was perfect. If only he wasn’t oblivious to how many times Fluttershy was guilty of staring.
Spike’s hands moved to her lower stomach, just at her panty-line, and the contact of his fingers close to such an intimate place sent a pleasurable shiver through her body. He thumbed around her cute little navel a bit before their hands finally met and fingers interlocked by instinct. A mere moment of separation was decided upon due to the need for air, and while they heavily panted, Fluttershy leaned backward, pulling Spike with her until they lay down completely. Spike on top of Fluttershy, they resumed their sensual making out, though the man took a little bit of a chance when his hand palmed its way up to her chest, stopping right at her bra-line.
“Flutters…?” Spike voiced, but Fluttershy replied with actions, taking his hand in hers and moving it to her right breast with a gentle smile. It was the green light and he took it in earnest, groping and squeezing her breast. Fluttershy moaned at the feeling of his hand working one of her girls but she was quickly silenced when his mouth supplanted itself on hers once more. Hesitantly, Fluttershy also took a bit of liberty when her right hand slid its way up Spike’s thigh and palmed his tent. He was about to go further and pull the cup of her bra down, but Fluttershy quickly pushed him off for a moment.
“Wait…” she said, sitting up rigidly. Spike suddenly thought he had overstepped his boundaries and was about to apologize, but when Fluttershy reached behind her and actually undid the strap of her bra, he realized that everything was just fine. She made sure he was watching each and every one of her movements… but once the straps fell limp, she held the cups against her tits, a bout of shyness overtaking her newfound confidence. She gazed up at Spike with the one eye that was exposed from her matted hair.
“You’re absolutely beautiful, Fluttershy… b-but we don’t have to go on if you’re not—”
She let the soaked garment fall lifelessly from her grasp, revealing her perfect orbs with pink little nipples to him in entirety. Her skin tone was slightly lighter due to wearing a bra, but that was to be expected.
“...comfortable,” he finished his sentence before his jaw went completely slack. This time, instead of shying away, Fluttershy actually giggled at Spike’s reaction. To her, it was super cute yet at the same time, sent her sexual desire for him to new heights. As badly as she wanted to continue, the last garment on her body was already causing her discomfort. She still held onto her reservations, but quickly reminded herself that she had come this far… and she already wanted to continue. It was only the two of them, and Fluttershy did want to take the next step, so what difference did it ultimately make?
She held out a single finger, telling Spike to wait just a few moments while she moved to get out of her panties, much to the latter’s even greater surprise. However, she stopped once her fingers hooked into her panties, devilishly deciding to turn around and, as sexily as her personality allowed her to be, gave Spike a little show as she shimmied out. She put her ass on full display for him, getting quite a bit of a thrill in putting on a show for her boyfriend that she cared so much for, and it made her incredibly wet just thinking about how painfully aroused he was; aroused for her.
“Go on, Spike…” Fluttershy finally spoke with a lustful tone, looking over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes as she righted her posture on her knees, the result being her ass squeezing together enticingly. Her delicate folds were hidden just in time before he was able to get a good look. “If even I can get undressed, you can take that off, too…” she managed to say as sexily as possible.
Spike only stared at his girlfriend’s backside, which looked even more incredible as rain ran down and traced the curvature of her muscles and ass, and as soon as he removed his boxers, he would waste no time in joining Fluttershy in another embrace.
“Actually…” Fluttershy piped up, finally turning around and giving Spike a full view of her naked body; perfect breasts, bare nethers, and wondrous body in pure HD real-life with-his-own-eyes display. Absolutely perfect. “...can I do it?” she asked hopefully. Spike couldn’t believe what he was both seeing and hearing, and he dared not pinch himself.
“Y-Yeah… of course!” he replied with a vehement nod, not caring in the slightest that he looked overly excited at the prospect. Beaming, Fluttershy quickly closed the distance between them. Since she was already on her knees, it was only a matter of leaning down to gingerly take the hem of his boxers in her grasp and slowly pull it down, his rigid member springing up in front of her face once it cleared the waistband. The sudden action startled her, but she was more awed at the sight of Spike’s rod, throbbing and calling to her; begging to be touched.
Spike reached out to Fluttershy and pulled her into another kiss, her breasts pressing into his chest and he being able to feel her stiff nipples on his pecs. Meanwhile, his dick rode up and lay on her stomach while they made out. Eventually, the two made enough room where their mouths were still able to work themselves over, but both of them were allowed access to each other’s nude bodies. Spike’s right hand beelined straight to her right breast and began massaging it to his heart’s content, while Fluttershy’s free hand instinctively reached out for his cock, gingerly finding her pace in stroking him while their tongues lovingly wrestled.
Spike and Fluttershy moaned into each other’s mouths, completely forgetting that they were being pelted by rain. Spike’s hand molded over Fluttershy’s breast, taking her nipple between his knuckles and pinching as he firmly massaged the handful of titflesh.Tweaking and pressing her nipple in with his thumb, Spike elicited another squeak from Fluttershy while she continued her rhythmic stroking, reciprocating by thumbing over the head of his dick. Her thumb quickly got slick with his precum but mixed with the falling rain, it rinsed away somewhat.
Spike pulled away from Fluttershy’s mouth and dove into her neck, earning a gentle coo as his mouth went to work at her sensitive skin. He kissed and gently bit her, which caused her to subconsciously bite her lip while moaning, before he finished off with his tongue, soothing the bite area with his wet muscle. All the while, his hand snaked lower and lower, eventually reaching her bare slit.
And he was having a hard time discerning if she was wet due to rain.
“Ahh!” Fluttershy gasped as Spike’s digits contacted her most sensitive area, she squeezed a bit more firmly around his cock as a result.
“I have an idea…” Spike whispered in her ear, causing her heart and stomach to flutter in anticipation. From his tone of voice, Fluttershy felt she was going to like whatever idea he had in mind, and gladly let him take over in leading them to a sitting position. She knew for a fact that Spike would never do anything that she didn’t want to do… one of the many reasons that she was so willing to combat her nigh crippling shyness and other reservations so they could proceed to another level of their relationship. Fluttershy soon found herself sitting between Spike’s legs, her own legs spread wide and exposing herself completely, though her back was pressed against his chest. She definitely felt his rigid spire resting against her lower back.
“Spike? What are we—AHH!” Fluttershy’s wonder was immediately converted into a throaty moan as Spike’s right hand slipped in front of her and began toying with her lower lips, running his three middle fingers on her impressively soaked slit. At this point, he could tell by the viscosity that the rain was not entirely the reason for her being wet down there.
“I’ve always wanted to do something like this with you… is this okay?” Spike explained, asking for permission before he continued any further. Fluttershy did not want any of these pleasurable feelings to end, and she readily agreed with a hearty nod. Elated, Spike snaked his left hand in front and dragged his fingertips up her stomach, sending another bout of shudders up her spine. He found cupped her left breast and gave it a gentle squeeze, continuing to run his fingers over her slit. However, he changed things up just a tad when he began rubbing her in circles.
“Uhh! Mmmm!” Fluttershy moaned louder than either of them had expected her to. In reality, though, it was not all that surprising. She had been a little pent up as of recently, and while she did masturbate, she didn’t do it nearly as much as an average woman would. ‘Happiness’ and ‘pleasure’ did little justice to describe what it felt like for someone, namely, Spike, to be doing her own hand’s job.
Spurred on by her enticing moans, Spike decided to work on her from the initial two fronts, rubbing her pussy in clockwise motions while ensuring her left breast, originally the neglected one, got its fair share of attention. He pinched and rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger as he squeezed while at the same time, pressing his fingers firmly onto her soaking slit, not penetrating, but applying pressure. Further, Spike decided to open another front to the war of pleasure, craning her head to the side with his chin and nipping her right in the neck. The feeling of his slightly longer canines on her sensitive skin sent a ripple of unadulterated pleasure through Fluttershy’s entire form, though it led right to her lower body, manifesting as a series of throbs.
“Spike!” she called out at the overwhelming feeling of being sexually nurtured on three fronts. The man in question responded by slightly adjusting his fingers’ positioning, deciding to give her swollen clit the attention it was seeking. Fluttershy felt the absolute need to massage her right breast with her own hand, doing her best to replicate the feeling Spike was giving her on her left, though with only a modicum of success. Her left hand, however, reached back and adjusted Spike’s head to the other side of her neck. She craned her head to accommodate, but the real reason was that she wanted to run her fingers through his hair while he worked on her.
Then, Spike sunk his two middle digits into her.
Fluttershy successfully stifled a moan that would’ve come from deep within her throat, but in biting her lip harshly, it only came out as a struggled whine; a sexy plea for more. Spike, still cupping, rolling, and jiggling her breast, began thrusting his fingers into her at a gentle pace, ensuring that they curled upward and into her.
“Mmmm!... Ahhh!...NNhhh!” Fluttershy squeaked or cried out each time he penetrated her needy pussy. Each time his fingers withdrew, she felt almost compelled to whine in disappointment, as if he would never thrust into her ever again… though only to be proven wrong when he did just that. The rain slowed down, but it was still plentiful to create small streams running down and between the intertwined bodies, adding an extra cooling factor to the boiling heat that emanated from their activities.
Spike gradually picked up his pace, the squelching sound of his fingers plowing a way through her wet folds finally able to be heard over the constant white noise of rainfall. Her moaning and groaning, however, was essentially the loudest of the three.
“You like that, Fluttershy?... Baby?” Spike asked, initiating a little dirty talk with the use of a pet name that the pink-haired girl enjoyed.
“Mhmm!” she nodded and replied enthusiastically, adjusting her lower body just a bit so Spike could have better access to her swollen pussy, spreading her legs as widely as possible. He gyrated his fingers inside of her, before retracting and gently tapping them onto her throbbing slit, forcing her to cry out, especially when he tapped her clit.
“I don’t want you to hold back, okay?” he instructed softly before slipping his fingers back into her velvety entrance. Fluttershy only nodded, not able to form much of a coherent sentence at the moment. Spike picked up his pace in fingering her, kissing her neck all the while. Fluttershy, however, forced his mouth off of her neck and she adjusted her positioning yet again so she could plant her lips on his. There, another open-mouthed makeout began while Spike diligently pleasured Fluttershy’s pussy. He also slid his hand into her cleavage, and Fluttershy did what she could to help trap it there with her other breast.
“Uhnn!... Ahh!... Spike!” her cries continued to flow unbidden when their mouths separated, the sonorous chorus of moans getting gradually louder and louder, a clear indication, if any, of her impending climax. She continued to moan, and her lower body began jerking and attempting to grind onto Spike’s fingers. He added his thumb into the mix, doing his best to rub her clit while he fingerfucked her and that just about pushed her over the edge. Fluttershy slammed her lips onto his, moaning her entire pleasure into his mouth until she finally came.
Her orgasm was, not so surprisingly, quiet. Well, quieter than her moans had been, that was for sure. After a few final thrusts, her love tunnel attempted to hold his fingers in place, though they were too slick to get trapped. Fluttershy sounded as if she was only whining, shutting her eyes tightly as her lips were sealed against Spikes. If the sudden tightness of her tunnel was one suspicion of her cumming, the gentlest, extra rush of fluid was the corroboration.
Spike withdrew his fingers completely from Fluttershy’s fleshy depths, a final squelch sounding and leaving her vacant. She separated from Spike’s lips, sweat and rain mixed together, virtually indistinguishable.
“Hah… Hah… Spikey,” she breathed heavily, a semi-dopey look adorning her features as she used Spike’s pet name in endearment.
“Feel good?” he asked, his hands and the remnants of her fluids quickly being rinsed by the ever-constant rain.
“Mhmm…” she hummed once more. “Amaaaazing…”
Fluttershy then, weakly, turned around and faced him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling them both together for yet another kiss, though this one, like the kiss that brought this all on, was much more passionate and grateful in nature rather than lustful. Still, it did not prevent Spike from releasing her and latching his lips onto one of her nipples.
“Ahhhh…” she sighed playfully, running her fingers through Spike’s hair as he enjoyed himself, sucking on her nipples as if he was feeding from her. He cupped and massaged both velvety-smooth orbs, alternating between both of her nipples while ensuring that the breast being neglected by his mouth was toyed and groped by his hands. He buried his face in her cleavage, Fluttershy giggling but doing well to hold him there. It was an odd feeling having him there but sexy nonetheless. She shook her chest just a little bit, doing her best to smother him, as that’s what he seemed to be going for, but she soon realized that his shaft was poking directly into her stomach.
Biting her lip and lowering her playful gaze to ravenous, she fed a hand between their two bodies and began to stroke him once more. The sensation pulled Spike out of his sexually drunken stupor and he pulled away, gazing at his beautiful girlfriend’s face. Her expression told him everything, and looking into her eyes, he knew exactly what was about to happen next. Helping her by taking a firm grip onto her sides, Spike ensured his sitting position was as sturdy as possible while Fluttershy positioned her aching slit over him, the head making contact and forcing a simultaneous, shuddered groan out of both parties. Fluttershy held onto both of his shoulders for support and was about to make the final connection at her own pace. Being the gentleman that he always wanted to be to her, however, Spike only wanted to make sure this was okay.
“You sure you wanna do this? I’m perfectly happy and excited but I don’t want this to feel like it’s too fast for you…”
“I’m… Mmm…” Fluttershy began to answer, but the feeling of his tip barely parting her folds made her shiver. “I’m absolutely sure, Spike… my first time wasn’t good at all, and I wanted my real first time with you to be something special like this,” she resolved, punctuating her conviction by slowly impaling herself, letting his perfectly-proportioned (to her) rod spear her needy pussy. After a few moments which seemed like several minutes, both sighed blissfully as Fluttershy took Spike’s entire length with little pain, their crotches resting together. No one decided to move, at least not yet, both of them enjoying their intimate connection and topping it off with another sensual kiss. Fluttershy let her arms wrap naturally around the back of his neck while they made out, while Spike’s stayed diligently at her sides. The feeling of fullness that she felt was indescribable, sending a warm feeling straight to her core that she did not know how to place... but knew that she never wanted it to end.
Then, Fluttershy’s hips began moving on their own accord.
Removing themselves from each other’s lips, the two pressed their wet foreheads together, gazing wantingly into each other’s eyes as their hips rocked together. Gentle breathing turned into heavier pants as Spike’s dick penetrated and retracted from Fluttershy’s depths. A slick sound pervaded through their heightened hearing senses as they picked it up, Fluttershy taking on a bit more work as she gently bounced her hips up and down at an easy, rhythmic, if harmonic pace.
“Mmmm… Spike…” Fluttershy moaned, more than comfortable with the level of pleasure shooting through her nerves at the moment. Their dirty act did little to detract from the absolute lust and love they felt for one another, their eyes never closing for extended periods of time, and ensuring they always kept a lock on each other. Fluttershy’s and Spike’s grips never weakened either, merely adjusted, holding each other close as their love-making progressed at a comfortable speed, their respective pleasures gradually building. They could feel each other’s heartbeat through the throbbing of their joined nethers, which quickly seemed to synchronize with each other. They used it as a physical metronome to help guide their fucking, slowly becoming lost in the euphoria that radiated from their lower bodies.
“Fluttershy…” Spike whispered to his girlfriend, who moaned hungrily at the sound of her name being called. She could feel every inch of him inside her, his head beginning to spear into that special spot inside of her. The feeling of her pussy being filled and vacated rhythmically was a another feeling like no other, one that she wished she could hold also onto. Her tits pressed lightly into his chest but bounced with each of her delicate movements, her nipples scraping on his skin and stimulating her just that much more.
“Spike…!” Fluttershy whined, gyrating her hips counterclockwise which earned ravenous, growl-like moan out of Spike. He then began bucking his hips as best as he could to meet her crotch on its way down, the result being his dick burying itself even farther into her fleshy cavern. As if sensing their rise to a peak, the rain appeared to recede to a modest drizzle, which was just fine. Water was not the greatest lubricant for sexual endeavors, which is why the position the duo ended up in was actually, most likely, for the better.
“Harder… please…AHH!” Fluttershy softly begged once his dick reached new depths inside her, her moaning not as loud as when Spike was getting her off the first time. Then, it was about cumming, and she wanted that release so badly by his hand, literally. This time, however, it was about the connection; the deep feeling of desire she had towards Spike and she wanted to make sure she enjoyed it as much and as long as possible. In a hyper-sensitive state, it was as if she could feel every vein grind against her pleasure points. For Spike, he too, relished in the sensation of every ridge within Fluttershy's incredibly tight pussy, all seeming to pull him back in every time he withdrew.
But all good things had to come to an end at some point, and if the building pleasure for both of them was a clue to go by, it would be soon.
“Nhnn... Fluttershy…” Spike alerted with an easily identifiable tone, given the context.
“Me too, Spike… Mmm! Right there!... Just don’t stop!” she pleaded once more, knowing full well that Spike was on the brink of release, and the very thought of that sent her own euphoria to new heights. She was close… so close, and each time he hit that spot inside of her was helping to push her over the edge. The squelching, shlicking, and slapping sounds that accompanied each time she speared herself down on his rock-hard cock was only adding to it all.
“Flutters—”
“Fill me up, Spike! Uhhh!... Nuhh! I wanna feel it all…” she commanded, rocking her hips much faster and crying out each time their crotches made contact. A few more greatly exerted thrusts later, and Spike was at his end. Nearly screaming out his lover’s name, he shot his thick load deep into her greedy pussy, pumping and coating every wall with his warm essence. Being filled up with his dick as well as his cum completely toppled Fluttershy over the edge, her orgasm taking complete hold of her senses in another quiet howl of ecstasy, enhanced by Spike biting into her shoulder when he came.
The two broke off completely once the collective climax signaled the onset of the falling action, laying back down on the ‘wet-as-fuck’ blanket, sprawled out and just letting the drizzle help extinguish the flames of lust and rinse their sweat from their bodies. Rhythmic, heavy breathing and panting added to the white noise that surrounded the lovers, though the rain eventually overtook them as breathing rates were resynchronized. Fluttershy resumed their usual cuddle position, Spike eagerly accepting her with literal open arms.
“I love you, Spike…” Fluttershy softly spoke, which took Spike completely by surprise, not because he didn’t love her back, or that he was afraid, but just the sheer amount of courage it must’ve taken her to say that, especially since she said it first. It probably took more to force her shyness and self-esteem issues back enough to admit that, than it did to have sex just now.
“And I love you too, Fluttershy,” Spike replied immediately and with unforced sincerity. It was complete truth: he loved this girl and was so happy to have her. He then wormed his face into her neck and blew a raspberry right onto her skin, causing her to squeal with laughter. They played around and tickled each other for a few more moments before just settling back into their positions, letting the comfortable drizzle scatter their minds of anything important. They didn’t need to follow up on those words. Their actions and body language, in conjunction, said all that needed to be said.
“You know,” Spike spoke up once more. Fluttershy was listening, but she decided to keep her eyes closed. “It’s gonna be such a bitch to get back into our clothes and hike all of this back to your place.”
Fluttershy remained silent, knowing that what he said was very true. But, she was just so happy right now, that she muttered two words in a phrase that Spike didn’t even know was in her lexicon:
“Fuck it.”
The two shared in uproarious laughter over it all before settling down. The rain picked up once more and, for Spike, Fluttershy was right! Might as well enjoy everything as it was right now; the weather, and each other. So, in Fluttershy’s own words:
Fuck it.