Chapter 1
Thank you for letting me talk to you and for coming to my cottage. Why do you like to have all the windows closed on such a beautiful night though? The birds singing their evening songs are truly calming, especially after the stressful day I heard you had. And you still found time to talk with me.
You're so kind.
So, what would you like to talk about? Oh, you want me to tell you about my relationship with Pinkie? Um, what's there to really say? You know most of it already. Oh, you heard about... that? Y-you want me to tell you all about it? I knew telling Rainbow Dash was risky, but at least it's only you, right? Good.
The first time Pinkie and me, very well, if it's for friendship, I guess I can tell you a little about it; just pass me that little pillow from my couch? Oh, why thank you, I'm much more comfortable now.
Well. I-I don’t know where to start, really. I kind of never did what I did before. Much less thought I’d talk about it. Well, I did, but never with another pony. And to think it was with my Pinkie! Oh, um, I’m sorry if I’m too excited. Y-you see, I’m not really the open kind of mare and when I started to date, oh I’m blushing, aren’t I?
I’m sorry, let me get some tea. Would you like some as well? Oh, its no bother, I know my way around a kitchen, I’ll be right back.
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Here you go. Please, be careful, it’s hot. I also have some cucumber sandwiches and tea cakes as well. Oh, well. I’ll continue, if you insist.
Y-you see, me and her, she… Pinkie. My Pinkie and I; Oh dear, this is so difficult to talk about.
You’re right, I can do this.
We were at my home, my cottage at the edge of the Everfree Forest. The Everfree forest is a very scary place and I don’t go in unless I have to, like one time I was watching the cutie mark crusaders. They’re three fillies that were trying oh so very hard to get their cutie marks. They went looking for Elizabeak, my chicken-
I-I don’t think I’m trying to avoid the topic, why would I avoid talking about my first… Oh my.
Y-yes, it was my first time, pretty much. I mean, I’d done personal, stuff. Um, yes, that’s what it’s called. Y-you’re so comfortable saying those things, I could never say that outloud. Oh my, please… You’re making me blush, please stop saying the ‘M’ word.
Oh, you are versed in debate? That’s very interesting. What do you like to debate?
…
Oh my. I-I, uh, yes, that was amusing. Okay, I’ll say it for you. Masturbate. Oh my, that was kind of fun to say. I’ve never said it out loud before. Masturbate. Oh, I did it again! I guess I am comfortable with you, a little more anyway.
Okay, I’ll tell you about our, my first time. B-but, you have to promise me you won’t tell anypony. It’s not your place, okay?
That’s better, yes.
Very well. I-I need a moment to say this, to tell this story. Would you like more tea? Okay, here you go. And please, try a cake, my Pinkie made them earlier and would be so happy to know you at least tried one. Oh, why thank you, they are good aren’t they?
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Pinkie and I were on my bed. We liked to read, talk, nap, and cuddle in my bed every day and some nights. This time it was early in the evening. The sun had set and I had finished feeding my pets moments before; Angel was asleep. It was a perfect evening.
We, we had never slept together overnight since we weren’t ready to have the town talk about us in that way. You know how fast gossip spreads with so many stallions, all so close to each other in this town.
W-well, I was lay on my back, resting my wings against the pillow propping me up slightly, I had my legs stretched out while I was reading a romance book that I am quite fond of. A stallion rescues a mare from a cart that nearly falls over a cliff. There’s a lot more to it, but I won’t ruin it for you. I have two extra copies if you want to borrow one later.
But, that’s not why you’re here. Ahem. Pinkie, she was reading a comic and it was really colorful, just like her. She usually likes to lay across the bed and roll from side to side reading in funny voices. This time she didn’t, though.
She read the comic book in silence, which was unusual but very, very nice, since I could enjoy my book more, um, deeply. Then she began to roll on the bed, I thought she was just starting to read out loud but she rolled onto me, laying across my legs with her soft mane brushing against my book.
I giggled and lifted my book a little above her curls so I could read the bottom of the page. A page later and I heard her breathing in slowly from her snout, so I thought she was asleep and I lifted my book to see if she was.
She was looking at the same page of the comic book she was when she had rolled onto me. It was odd, but this is my Pinkie we’re talking about. I could see her blue eyes looking at me even though she tried to hide it then she rolled over and laid on her back, looking at the comic but really looking at me.
I smiled at her, then she reached up and moved my book away.
“Pinkie? I was reading that.”
“I know, I wanna kiss, okay?” I like that she asks every time before she kisses me. Not once has she stolen a kiss. That means a lot to me.
We had kissed a lot over the weeks we had been together so I was okay to kiss again. This time she was different. She turned over while hopping in the air and landed to my right side with her right rear leg between both of, um, mine. She held my muzzle in her hooves and closed her eyes. She has such soft fur. She’d never started a kiss like that and I, well. I guess I was, kind of nervous and maybe a little scared.
It’s only a kiss, Fluttershy, you can do this.
Even though I was with my Pinkie and trusted her, loved her; I am still me, however. But, her lips are so soft, I just can’t say no, not since the first time.
I leaned a little forward and our lips touched. This time she opened her mouth and let her tongue glide along my lips. I gasped and pulled back, my whole body felt hot, I couldn’t breathe right, and I couldn’t talk, but I was smiling. I felt it across my muzzle, and she grabbed me by my cheeks for another kiss.
She kissed me o-open mouthed, h-h-her h-hot breath smelled like strawberry frosting, her fur was as soft as a cloud, her moans were like a large tree swaying in the forest and her hoof left my face. I felt sad, it felt so nice.
Her tongue brushed my lips again and I, well, I felt like I was in heat. Then I felt her tongue on my teeth, and then her tongue. Oh dear, I’m blushing so much. Oh dear. S-she let her tongue touch mine and I, uh, well I let my tongue follow hers back into her mouth. I was so scared that she’d bite me, or maybe hurt me, or, Celestia forbid, run away and not speak to me ever again. She wrapped her forelegs around my neck and we kind of started almost fighting with our tongues.
I-is it really hot in here? It’s getting hot in here. It is. I’m going to open a window, I’ll be right back.
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Whew, that’s a little better. It’s still warm though. Getting warmer. No more tea for me, I guess.
Uhm, w-well. Then I felt her hoof, the one that wasn’t on my muzzle, on my knee and, um, she made a little circle on my knee, then she began to trace my leg up to my cutie mark. She made a few small circles on it, my cutie mark that is, then she moved to my inner thigh.
If it wasn’t three months away I could have sworn I was in heat. I had never felt so, um, you know, in the mood, in my life. Then she moved her hoof up and touched me on my, um, special place.
What? You don’t know? It’s back there; my, you know. Y-yeah, Rainbow Dash called it my p-p, Pussy. I yelped and closed my legs on her hoof and was feeling so scared right then.
No pony had touched me there since I was, um, younger. A-and I didn’t know if anypony should touch me there since I was bad for letting it happen, um, back then. S-so Pinkie stopped and looked sad, my Pinkie was sad and so very embarrassed, and it was my fault.
“Fluttershy, I’m so sorry," she started with trembly wide eyes, "I thought we were ready to try something new. Something that only special somepony’s did. I didn’t mean to-”
I slapped her across her face. I was so upset and I couldn’t think to do anything else. I stared at her; She looked at me and almost started to cry, but I, well, I remembered what Iron Will taught me.
“You apologize, I penalize!"
I grabbed her by her ears and pulled her into a kiss, this time I let my tongue to the, um, talking? Okay.
What am I doing? I could hurt her.
"Attack the day."
I felt her start to go all wiggly and soft in my forelegs, she moaned. I let her go and then I pushed her away and opened my legs. Just because I didn’t, kind of, really prefer others touching my, special place, it didn’t mean I couldn’t.
"Don't be shy, look 'em in the eye."
I started to, um, masturbate, um, and she looked at my hoof going up and down my, my pussy, then I slowly started making circles, like she did on my leg and cutie mark; it felt different and so much better than the pillow or cushions I usually use. The whole time I looked into her blue eyes. I-I had never done circles before and, yes, it did feel really good.
She was so surprised she couldn’t talk for once, it was so cute. Her eyes were looking to my eyes, then my, um, back there place. I could see her heart beating, and even though it was a little weird to see a heart shape thumping out of her chest, this is my Pinkie afterall.
My fur was getting matted and I started to feel embarrassed when she lay back and opened her legs too.
She was so flexible, she moved her legs open like an eagles wings and used her tail and mane to keep her sitting up at an angle that let me see everything; that was when she started touching herself too.
S-sh-she… I need some tea.
Thank you.
Ahh, okay. So she started with both hooves; making small circles with her one on her button spot and pushing the other one inside of herself. I-I was so hot and was breathing so heavy watching her, my heart was pounding in my chest and I was so wet.
Oh my, it’s so stuffy in here.
I was so moist on my special place, my fur and my hoof was making an embarrassing squishy sound. And then I felt, uhm, well, it happened. You know. That special thing that feels so good, but so bad, too. Usually when that happens I would just cry and wish a pony was with me; that I wasn't so pathetic and alone.
This time I didn’t feel sad, only embarrassed, because right there, a leg's length away from me, was the most amazing pony right there. I closed my eyes and moaned. The good feeling from my rear was hitting me in, waves, of goodness.
I opened my eyes and she was still going. She moved her legs around mine, our ankles locked. She squeaked like a little raccoon as she stopped pushing her hoof inside, leaving it so deep inside her own body, almost to her fetlocks, and then she started making little circles much faster on her, um, button spot.
Kinda hard to breathe in here. It is so hot and stuffy. I’m gonna open another window.
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I was looking at her a-and then she pulled her hoof out, covering her, self? She was pushing on her button spot in her own way with both hooves to get that special feeling. I wanted to see more, needed too.
"When somepony tries to block, show them that you rock!"
I jumped and before she knew it I was on top of her, my wings were holding me up. She wrapped her legs around me while she put her hooves on my cheeks again. I took her hoof, the one that was matted with her wetness from being so deep inside of her, and I started to lick her fur clean. I felt so good being so naughty. To take control, to be on top for once, to put her hoof in my mouth, because I wanted to.
She gasped and shook, trembling under me, then started to do the same to me, to my hoof that was wet with my juices. S-s-sh-she… Oh my, it’s like an oven in here. My heart’s racing. S-she tasted like cotton candy. The blue kind, a-and I, well kind of I lost myself. I love blue cotton candy, you see.
I walked, with my wings, down her body and we looked at, each other. I only looked down when her pink nipples passed under my eyes. My heart raced, I was going to do something so naughty, something I hadn’t experienced since… Um, anyway.
Her eyes were so wide and beautiful and blue, the smell of cotton candy was so close. I lowered myself, with my forelegs between hers. She opened up and I saw her pinkness. She’s pink all over, inside and out, I didn't know it was all the same color.
I touched hers with my right hoof tip. She didn’t hurt me, or yell, or cry, or beg me to stop. She giggled as I pushed her button spot. She-she, oh y-yes, she wrapped her legs around me, above my wings and closed them, holding me close to her. So close I could feel the warmth from her place.
“I'll take what's mine!"
I leaned onto her, um, pussy, with my mouth open and let my tongue lick her outside her moist fur. She was so warm and soft and sweet. She tasted like honey and blue cotton candy; the smell of wildflowers was in her fur around that spot. I let my right hoof start to press against the base of her soft furry opening. I started going up and down it while licking her sweet flavor.
So warm and wet, so sweet, so tasty. Mmm. I started to push my hoof inside her and felt her tighten and loosen. I licked her button spot and started to act like a stallion with my foreleg, pushing my hoof in and out of her pink body. My special place was tingling so much. Her pussy was dripping with her sweet sticky nectar, hehe. I bet my bee friends would be jealous to know how great it tasted.
“Oh, ‘Shy. No, you’re my Flutterstrong, Fluttersexy, Flutterpie. Yes! You're my Flutterpie. Oh yeah, eat my pink pie. Right there, oh it’s so good. Taste my fruit filling.”
She was so, okay, with it. With me hoofing her so roughly. I’d known she’d had a stallion before, but she had me now. And I had her, I went faster and licked deeper. She started to shake her hips, pulling me more with her legs. Her hips lifted and I felt her get really squeezy for a bit, then s-she reached and grasped for my left hoof that I had on her cutie mark.
She put it on her, um, teats, and then I started to pinch them, each nipple. She moaned. She grabbed my mane, messing it up; it hurt, but it was a good hurt. She called my name. I was so proud of myself.
I felt so good, having made her feel so good. She screamed really loud and I pulled my hoof out of her p-p-pussy because she pulled my muzzle against her. There was a squirt of some fluid that came from her and I closed my mouth but, I had to know.
I let my tongue out and tasted it. Oh my, it was so warm and sweet and- I need to open another window, be right back.
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She pushed me back with her legs, my face and muzzle leaving her with a funny pop and squish sound, then she was on top of me again. She started to pet me, down there, I-I was scared, but, she’s my Pinkie Winkie, I had to trust her to be gentle and keep me safe. She kissed me again and started to kiss my body from my neck down to my special place.
I’m not a filly anymore, I’m a grown mare. I’m with Pinkie and she won’t hurt me. I am ready for anything she wants to do, um, mostly, maybe I should-
"Maybes are for babies!" I reminded myself.
She looked at me and I nodded, moving my messy mane, pushing it behind my head so she could see me. She kissed me on my thighs, oh my, I-I still feel it, her soft lips kissing me all over my underside, her tongue swirling little circles, her touch going through my fur, touching my skin. I trembled a lot and felt so hot, my pussy, felt like it was, um, begging for her.
I laid back, folded my wings tight, and opened my legs as much as I could. I’m not as flexible as she is, but I did my best. She started to lick me and said I was really tight. She licked, and rubbed my spot. She massaged my teats and then wrapped her forelegs around my hips tightly while she pushed her tongue into me.
I hadn’t felt that before, it was so firm yet soft and went so deep. I sat up to look at what she was doing and she pushed me back down.
"Treat me like a pushover, and you'll get the once over."
I grabbed her mane and pulled. Her mane made a stretchy sound. I was breathing so heavy. I had so much control for once. "Are you okay?" I asked. She giggled.
"You laugh at me, I wrath at you!"
I, kind of got mad, like, growled and I might have, yelled. But just a little.
“Lick me. Lick it more, you eat my cupcake. Swirl it. Pinkie Pie, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop. Ugh, right there. Don’t stop, you naughty little filly, looking at me like that earlier. Don’t you dare stop, oh it feels so good. You’ve waited too long for this, you deserve it, every drop is yours. Yes, yes. YES!”
I wrapped my legs around her and pulled her mane as hard as I could, I heard her squeal like a little piggy; then I felt a pop inside me, inside my pussy. I felt my legs tremble.
“Get it, taste it all, swallow it. It’s yours,” I growled, “my cupcake is yours. I love you, Pinkie Pie, I’m yours!”
It was amazing and I had never screamed so loud. Well, not since my first gala anyway. The world was spinning and my body was feeling crazy. I tried to gallop when I was on my back, I burst into tears, but I wasn't sad, not really. I couldn't control it as I fell asleep. I woke a little when I felt her nuzzle my neck, kissing me softly on the cheek; the smell of me on her muzzle.
I felt like I was in a cloud, just wrapped in its fuzziness. My skin tingled everywhere, I couldn’t breathe slowly, just panting, and no matter how much I tried I couldn’t stop my legs from shaking.
She wrapped me in her forelegs as I fell asleep, weeping softly. But, a good cry this time. I was so loved. I wanted her to do what we did, I just didn't know how much I needed it. I felt like I had conquered something inside me, like I was a better mare than I was.
Early the next morning I woke up in her forelegs, th-the smell of what we did was in our fur, all over my muzzle. I could still taste her when I licked my nose. I was so warm and safe; I never felt so much happiness and love, I cuddled into her soft pink fur and smelled her. She smelled like pink popcorn this time. Then I fell back asleep.
A-and that was it; pretty much.
Um, are you alright? Oh my, I hope you keep your promise to not tell my first time story, it was a doozy and you don’t want my Pinkie Winkie to be sad, do you? Y-you don’t want me to be sad, do you?
Oh, I knew I could trust you. I feel so much better telling you this, it was such an amazing thing and maybe I’ll tell you about our second time. I was a little more assertive.
Here, have the last cup of tea and a biscuit this time. You look flustered.