And Making it Last
Fluttershy inhaled deeply through her snout, a tiny smile floating to her lips as the smells of spring coated the back of her throat. She always thought that spring smelled wet, vibrant, and something that she could only describe as green. Growth and new beginnings danced through the very air. A small bounce entered her steady canter as she made her way into the park. The fact that spring was in the air only heightened her mood; it was a picnic day with Pinkie Pie. Sights and smells were frosting on the cupcake.
Rounding the cobblestone path, Fluttershy felt her smile widen as she saw Pinkie Pie already on the hill that served as their weekly spot, basket of food and red gingham blanket on her back. Pinkie waved bombastically at Fluttershy, causing the load on her back to sway dangerously. “Hiya, Shy-Shy!”
Fluttershy picked up her pace, feeling entirely too self-conscious to consider yelling across the open space in greeting. As she left the path and climbed the hill, the details of her friend’s face grew in clarity. She was once again surprised, despite knowing she had no right to be shocked anymore, to see that smile lighting up Pinkie’s muzzle.
Pinkie Pie had so many different smiles. Each held its own special meaning, from the ‘I just had a cupcake’ smile, to the ‘I’m so relieved you’re okay’ one, there was a depth of nuance that the bubbly party pony could impart to anyone who was willing to look. Fluttershy knew she was always willing to look. Right now, Pinkie had the same smile Fluttershy had been unable to read for months; its meaning hidden and presence reserved solely for Fluttershy.
Fluttershy could bask in that smile that was somehow just for her for hours.
She crested the hill. “Hi Pinkie.”
“Ready for a super-yummy picnic?” Pinkie whirled around, the blanket flying off her back from the motion and unfurling in mid-air. It settled straight and even on the ground and the basket landed dead-center. “I brought cupcakes, and cookies, and fritters, and…” Pinkie caught Fluttershy’s trepidation in her gaze. For an instant a look of innocent confusion passed over her face. A loud snort erupted from her snout and she doubled over, shaking her head and laughing merrily.
Fluttershy blinked. “Pinkie, What—?”
“Darn it!” she giggled out, “I can’t prank you at all without getting the giggles.” She wiped her eyes and opened the picnic basket with the flick of a hoof, revealing a large salad, half a baguette, and two small cupcakes.
Fluttershy giggled gently, hiding her mouth with a hoof. “You got me anyway.”
Pinkie snorted again and pulled the food along with two plates from the basket. “Well sit down, silly! It’s lunch time and I’m starving!”
Fluttershy carefully settled on the blanket and watched her friend serve them both. Her grin grew warmer as Pinkie half danced through tossing and splitting the salad. And there was that smile again, so elusive and reserved on Pinkie’s playful frame.
It was getting close to two years running they had been taking weekly picnics. Even through the winter months, wrapped up in scarves with large thermoses of steaming soup, they’d venture out into the park and sit together, away from the whole town for a little while. When Pinkie had first asked her in the aftermath of confidence lessons gone awry, Fluttershy was hesitant to accept. She had made a fool of herself in front of the entire town and alienated a good number of ponies she felt she was on tenterhooks to begin with. Pinkie had told her it was to get away from them, and just be alone for a little while.
Pinkie wanted to cheer her up. She let her friend try and was thrilled to have her succeed. After that, it was a whirlwind of giggles and grins, tasty food, and best of all whole stretches of time where Fluttershy could relax around a pony instead of all her critters.
As the months passed and the shiny newness of their get togethers faded, Fluttershy began to notice the change in Pinkie to match the change in herself. Pinkie Pie loved throwing parties and being around lots of ponies, but as they grew closer Fluttershy saw how tired they made her friend. Their picnics in solitude were just as rejuvenating for Ponyville’s Premier Party Pony as they were for her.
And it just made them closer.
Fluttershy felt her pulse speed up as her mind ran back to those thoughts. Nervousness, her old and familiar blanket, settled back around her ribcage to compress her lungs. She swallowed the lump in her throat and dropped her head, letting her mane slide in front of her face. She pawed at the cloth under her hooves.
Pinkie set a plate in front of Fluttershy. She started to turn back around and froze mid-step. Fluttershy looked up in the sudden stillness and when Pinkie turned to face her, the mare’s smile was gone and the constant jittering bounciness had left her hooves. She looked upon Fluttershy with concern, the usual exuberance in her voice tempered with worry. “What’s wrong, ‘Shy?”
“N-nothing,” she stammered, looking back at her hooves. She was grateful the veil of pink would hide the color rising in her cheeks. She waited for Pinkie to turn away and finish making her own plate of food.
Pinkie moved the plate away from the quiet mare and slowly settled on her haunches in front of Fluttershy. “C’mon, Shy-Shy. You can talk to me.” Fluttershy whimpered quietly and shut her eyes. She didn’t have the strength; she knew she didn’t. Some day she thought she might, hoped she might, but the thought of talking sent a horde of butterflies loose in her stomach. She shook her head.
A stretch of silence broken only by the distant click of cicadas in the trees filled the hill. Pinkie scooted along the blanket until she was side by side with her friend. When she spoke again, happiness had re-entered her voice, but it was a composed and soft happiness; it reminded Fluttershy of the smile that was only for her. “I really love our picnics, Shy-Shy. I get to spend time with one of my bestest friends who just smiles so bright. I wanna see that smile. Please talk to me, Shy-Shy. Lemme make you smile again.”
Fluttershy’s lip trembled. Despite the tight jacket of anxiety crushing her lungs, she took a deep breath. “…I love our picnics, too.” She straightened in surprise. At first she didn’t know where she found the strength to talk, but when she looked at Pinkie, finding that small smile and Pinkie’s kind eyes directed unwaveringly at her, she found her answer. The weight of that knowledge gave her the strength to continue. “I love them because I get to see you smile, and talk to you away from all the parties and other ponies…” She inhaled again, mentally leaning against her friend. “They’re one of my favorite parts of the week.”
Pinkies grin grew warmer. “So tell me what’s the matter, ‘Shy.”
Fluttershy never felt so torn. She had the answer on the tip of her tongue, just waiting for her to give it voice. If she gave it voice, she knew she would feel better, but it wouldn’t just be her answer that mattered; she needed Pinkie’s answer back. The suffocating cloak of anxiety threatened to seize her again, as she was fully aware that either answer Pinkie Pie could give her would be terrifying.
But one of those answers carried enough hope to outweigh her fear.
She shut her eyes and forced air through her throat, her quiet voice reduced to a bare and tiny whisper. “…These…picnics. I…I feel almost like we’re dating.” She expelled a breath she didn’t know she was holding, opening an eye and peering obliquely around her mane.
Pinkie’s smile faded a tiny amount. The barest change altered it to a smile Fluttershy did recognize: the ‘I’m being strong for my friends, even if I don’t feel like smiling’ smile. “Oh…” She turned to face the picnic basket and stood, her shoulders rounding and head drooping. “And…and you’re worried I am thinking of them as dates, and you don’t feel that way. I…I’m sorry Sh—Fluttershy. M-maybe we should stop…”
Fear of a different sort gripped Fluttershy’s heart and squeezed. A flood of need to act crashed through her mind and she leapt to her hooves as she cried out, “No!”
Pinkie whirled around and fell back an inch, her eyes wide from the volume Fluttershy had reached.
“No, Pinkie,” Fluttershy pleaded, her voice strong and unwavering, “I…” She shut her eyes tightly and grit her teeth. “I want these to be dates.” As soon as it was out of her mouth, she squeaked and pulled back, dropping to her haunches and hiding behind her hooves.
She had done it. After months of growing closer and closer to Pinkie, she had finally said it.
Pinkie Pie was different from her other friends. Fluttershy had known Rainbow Dash the longest and the daredevil had a charisma and strength of will that motivated the timid mare to step outside of herself, but ultimately it was always an emotional extension that put her on edge. With Rarity, Twilight, or Applejack; Fluttershy never felt pushed, but she did feel like an accessory; all three mares were always so wrapped up in their work that Fluttershy was left more often than not to sit silently as the ear on a one-sided conversation. She loved all her friends dearly and relished that she had found a group of ponies where she didn’t feel frightened or anxious all the time.
But with Pinkie Pie, away from the throng of ponies gaining smiles from the silly mare’s bombastic antics, Fluttershy felt like she could just be herself. Pinkie had an innate understanding of what anypony and everypony needed to find a grin in themselves. For most of the town, that meant parties and balloons, cannons shooting streamers, cupcakes by the rack, and spontaneous songs. For Fluttershy, it was an ever-patient ear willing to let her take her time to find the words. It was tiny jokes and smaller antics that brought soothing giggles. It was a tiny smile just for her.
Somewhere in the peaceful repose of time with just Pinkie Pie and nopony else, Fluttershy started imagining spending every day with her. The thought made her flush with joy and fright. Feeling Pinkie draw closer, a whimper of fear escaped Fluttershy’s lips.
Soft warmth pressed into her cheek past her guarding hooves, sliding along her jaw and into her neck. She squeaked again and opened her eyes. Pinkie Pie was nuzzling her. She bit her trembling lip and nuzzled back, burying her face in Pinkie’s mane and inhaling the scent of vanilla-sweetened flour that hung around the baker. A small mewl of relief escaped her snout.
“I love your smile, Shy-Shy,” Pinkie whispered, “If I had to pick only one smile to ever see again, I’d want it to be yours.”
“Nopony can make me smile like you can,” she whispered back. A lock broke somewhere in Fluttershy’s mind and she wrapped her hooves around the silly, bouncy, beautiful mare. She leaned back from the nuzzle to catch Pinkie’s eyes. There was that cursed, damnable, wonderful smile again, and for the first time ever Fluttershy could read it. Pinkie’s ‘I’m near my favorite smile’ smile. ‘I’m near Fluttershy.’ Hovering an inch from Pinkie’s face, Fluttershy surprised herself again; she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the mare’s muzzle.
A rush of heat spread through Fluttershy’s body, her cheeks burning, her throat hot and thick, an insistent and yearning blaze stoked to life in her belly. With the rush of excitement, a familiar and dreaded weight wormed its way firmly into her chest. She whimpered and pulled back, flushed and panting. Pinkie’s look of blank and unfocused happiness slowly transformed to confusion. “…‘Shy?”
Fluttershy slammed her eyes shut as wetness poured down her cheeks. She tightened her grip around Pinkie’s shoulders and buried her face in the mare’s neck. “I’m so happy,” she sobbed out, “But I’m so scared…”
Pinkie stroked her mane softly and held her close, murmuring, “You don’t haveta be scared anymore, Shy-Shy.”
Fluttershy was terrified.
Pinkie stroked Fluttershy’s mane and back, bubbling with a mix of excitement and worry. Fluttershy was finally in her hooves; she had the demure beauty to her chest at last. And she was crying.
Pinkie Pie drew fulfillment from the smiles of others. She bounded through life with the single mission of providing joy wherever she went, through food, fun, festivities, and friendship. Everypony needed a friend and she could be a friend to everypony.
Before Twilight had come to town, Pinkie knew Fluttershy in passing, as she did the rest of Ponyville’s residents. Fluttershy had kept to herself, providing veterinary services when needed and venturing into the marketplace once every few days. Pinkie remembered the monumental effort it had taken just to get a name from the skittish pegasus; with the tinted lenses of time and experience she realized in their initial meeting she had laid the energy level on thick enough to give poor Fluttershy a heart attack. But she had prevailed at last, as she always did, and got a name and a smile from her new friend.
It was only after Twilight pulled the six of them together that she saw how much Fluttershy needed a friend.
She recalled brooding over her oversight in between batches of cookies in the back kitchen of Sugarcube Corner. When she had first met Fluttershy, she had seen past the anxieties to the gentle and sweet mare underneath.
She hadn’t imagined that under that layer would be somepony so sad.
It was as clear as a crystal punch bowl after mere days of spending time with Fluttershy that her shyness ran past the surface layer, deeper than the lovely pony she presented to their little group. Fluttershy was hurting. Why, Pinkie didn’t know. But she couldn’t stand it.
She caught a glimpse of the why here and there, as the soft-spoken pegasus broke out of her shell explosively from time to time. Fluttershy was terrified of herself, terrified of being out of control.
She couldn’t stand to see Fluttershy hurting on the inside so much, especially in the aftermath of Iron Will. So, she did what she always did; she threw Fluttershy a party. But it was a Fluttershy party, away from everypony else, where she could have some peace, quiet, company, and something yummy. Fluttershy liked it so much, she did it again the following week. And the week after. She watched her friend climb out of her shell without screaming, without being frightened to relax and put her guard down. And every week, Pinkie just wanted the picnics to last forever, where she could sun herself in Fluttershy’s smile. The stress-free, open, honest smile that she only wore when it was just the two of them.
Pinkie loved to see everypony smile. She lived to see Fluttershy smile.
Oh, Celestia help her, she had fallen in love with Fluttershy.
She questioned herself on what she should do with this little tidbit of information. Shy-Shy was so timid. Even when six months prior Twilight and Rainbow Dash had found something together after a fight neither pony was willing to explain, Fluttershy never talked, never hinted about romance for herself. Pinkie thought it might have been too deep a chasm to jump, for a mare or a stallion. So she contented herself in their picnics together, their private and intimate parties of two never quite enough, but more than she could ask for.
Then Fluttershy was the one to say something. Her heart leapt for joy; Shy-Shy, her Shy-Shy, felt the same way. Fluttershy had kissed her, and in the brief moments their lips had touched, all of Pinkie’s suspected feelings had been confirmed for her. She knew it down to her core; she wanted to spend the rest of her life making Fluttershy smile.
And then, her new maybe-marefriend started crying.
“You don’t haveta be scared anymore, Shy-Shy.”
Fluttershy sniffled weakly, pressed into Pinkie’s chest. “I really like you, Pinkie. Nopony makes me feel so safe.” She let out a half sigh, half whimper. “I’m so scared I’m gonna mess things up again.”
Pinkie nuzzled the top of Fluttershy’s head. “We can take it slow. I won’t rush you.”
Fluttershy’s breathing evened out and she leaned up suddenly, pressing her muzzle to Pinkie’s mouth. Sparks exploded behind Pinkie’s eyes as she felt the mare’s tongue press up against her teeth. She opened her jaw more out of surprise than anything else. Her eyes slid shut as Fluttershy invaded her mouth, yearning and searching. A purr rumbled in Pinkie’s throat.
Fluttershy pulled back slowly, her breaths deep and labored. Pinkie opened her eyes to find Fluttershy’s crimson-stained face looming over her, gaze half-lidded; she had been pushed until she had fallen on her back with Fluttershy on top of her and she hadn’t even noticed. “I don’t want to take it slow,” Fluttershy said, her voice an octave lower than normal, “We’ve been ‘dating’ for two years; that’s slow enough.” She leaned down and kissed Pinkie again. Pinkie giggled into Fluttershy’s mouth and wrapped her hooves around the mare’s neck, pulling them closer. Fluttershy rolled to her side and they laid together on the blanket, stroking each other’s manes, exploring the inside of each other’s coveted and admired smiles. At last they broke away, snuggled up in a tangle of limbs, breathing heated pants against each other’s muzzles.
“Oh, ‘Shy,” Pinkie murmured, “Kissing you is even better than I dreamed.”
A flush of color and satisfaction passed over a slightly embarrassed Fluttershy’s face, followed quickly by a worried frown. She buried herself back into Pinkie’s chest. “I don’t want to mess this up, Pinkie.” Her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper. “This is too important to me.”
Pinkie stroked her marefriend’s mane and kissed the top of her head. “We can worry about that later. Right now let’s just spend time together on a real date.” As if to underline her point, Pinkie’s tummy gurgled. “I’m starving!”
A breathless giggle escaped Fluttershy as she sat up from Pinkie’s embrace. She smiled despite her wet and red eyes. As they ate their lunch in silence, Pinkie sat shoulder to shoulder with the mare, delighting in the warmth and softness of Fluttershy’s coat. The pegasus’ mood brightened considerably as the meal began; she still trembled with worry and anxiety, but the normalcy of the food and their contact sparked a gradually building sense of daring. Halfway through the salad, a wing slid open around Pinkie’s back to cup her shoulder. In between bites of bread she had kisses planted fleetingly along her neck.
As they moved on to the cupcake desserts, Fluttershy was pressed up strongly enough to almost topple Pinkie to her side. A heat was growing in Pinkie’s core from the mare’s constant contact combined with the series of effervescent pecks and caresses. When Fluttershy spoke again, her voice was full of yearning tempered by trepidation. “…When you’re done eating, will you come back home with me?”
Pinkie Pie was more than happy to not take things slowly.
The door to Fluttershy’s cottage clattered open as Pinkie stumbled in backwards, her marefriend laughing gently. Pinkie had insisted cantering the entire way in reverse with her snout firmly pressed to Fluttershy’s, grinning widely and stealing kisses all along the trip. A reckless mania had gripped Fluttershy; the whole world was brighter and more vivid than she had ever seen it before, scents more sweet, sounds more clear. Maybe it was just the vibrant, sugary aura that hung around Pinkie Pie.
The bouncy mare hopped onto the couch and smiled at Fluttershy, who shut the door gently. Trotting briskly across the living room and settling next to her marefriend—‘My marefriend!’—on the couch, Fluttershy slung a hoof across Pinkie’s shoulders and snuggled into her neck. A long and happy sigh escaped her snout. She cracked an eye at the soft patter of little feet and caught sight of Angel scampering in from the kitchen. The little bunny half glanced at the pair and almost made it to the door before halting and whirling around to behold Fluttershy nestled into Pinkie Pie.
Looking back and forth between the two, Angel raised an eyebrow questioningly at his owner. Fluttershy smiled and nodded. He threw his furry forelegs up in the air in an expression that screamed, “Finally!” and flopped onto his back in mock exhaustion.
Pinkie Pie giggled lyrically and hugged Fluttershy. “Ooh, I bet Gummy’s gonna do the same thing!”
Angel hopped back to his feet and rolled his eyes, leaping to the door handle with practiced ease and letting himself out. Fluttershy’s smile widened and she nuzzled further into Pinkie. She inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma that was so unmistakably Pinkie Pie. She laughed suddenly, the sound more carefree and effortless than she had ever heard from herself. “I can’t believe I actually did it.” She shook her head in wonder. “I didn’t think I’d ever have the courage to tell you.”
For once, Pinkie couldn’t find anything funny to laugh about. She tightened her grip around Fluttershy’s shoulders and whispered, “I’m so super-duper-amazing-excited-happy you did. I wasn’t ever gonna. I didn’t want to scare you, so I was just gonna be okay with pretend dates.”
Fluttershy stilled in the embrace. She lifted her head slightly and murmured, “How long?”
Fluttershy didn’t need to be more specific. Pinkie answered, shrugging her shoulders, “Dunno. Least a year.”
“Pinkie…” Fluttershy sat up and caught her marefriend’s mouth in a gentle kiss, as deep as the emphatic and forceful ones at the picnic, but slower; she poured her regret into the act, the sensual and lingering motion a tiny attempt to make up for lost time. Pinkie Pie had never received a better apology she hadn’t asked for. When they broke, Fluttershy stroked the mare’s face with a hoof. Their eyes met and they lost themselves in each other’s gaze. Fluttershy felt her heart speed up and heat spread over her body; this close to Pinkie, this intimate with Pinkie stirred more than just her emotions. She licked her dry lips absentmindedly and released a slow breath.
Her mounting excitement brought along an unwelcome guest. Fear gripped her roughly and she hugged Pinkie again to hide her face. Buried in the mare’s chest and surrounded by her scent, softness, and warmth didn’t help calm her fires and she whimpered. Pinkie, her beautiful and amazing Pinkie, invaded all her senses. “I’m sorry,” she squeaked, “I’m sorry I kept you waiting and I’m sorry I’m scared now.”
“Shh, it’s okay Shy-Shy. I was already happy with picnics; we’ll do whatever you want to do. If you’re happy, I’m happy. We’ll go as slow as you want.”
“Slow as I want…” she mumbled into Pinkie’s chest. Fluttershy knew exactly what she wanted. She had Pinkie in her hooves. She could feel her marefriend’s gently thrumming heartbeat through her chest, could feel the warmth and safety radiating into her, and she could smell Pinkie mixing with the slowly growing musk of her own arousal. She lifted her head, fixing a helplessly smoldering gaze on the silly, sexy mare she had at last. “What I want is you.” Her voice was both husky and timid.
Pinkie plastered the goofiest grin on her face; something in between flattered, embarrassed, intrigued, aloof, and aroused all at once. It only excited Fluttershy further. Pinkie leaned back and her eyes roved over the pegasus, taking her all in, lingering on the gentle curve of her face, her trim and shapely figure, and her soft and glowing coat and mane. A shudder ran up Pinkie’s spine. She had never felt so wanted and so wanting before; it was intoxicating in its simple, mesmerizing power. She bit her lip and nuzzled the side of Fluttershy’s face, whispering, “I want you, too, Shy-Shy. I want you so bad.” She stifled a giggle at the realization that she had actually said that out loud and buried herself in Fluttershy’s mane.
Fluttershy’s growing need hit a breaking point. All at once, her desire overpowered her fear and wrestled it to submission. She exhaled a hot breath into Pinkie’s coat and hugged her tighter, running her tongue up her marefriend’s neck from shoulder to the jawline.
Pinkie let out a shuddering breath at the touch. “Ohh, ‘Sshhyy…” she sighed. Her eyes slid shut as the pegasus kissed and nibbled her coat. Her hooves slid down Fluttershy’s back, feeling the mare’s lightly toned muscles flex and relax at her touch. Heat blossomed through her body readily as the dream she never dared to have came alive all around her. She felt herself grow warm and wet as the scent of her marefriend’s arousal hit her snout. She moaned softly and pressed into Fluttershy’s neck, kissing and sucking.
Fluttershy inhaled sharply, arching into Pinkie’s chest. Pinkie hugged the mare, her mare tighter, grazing her teeth along Fluttershy’s coat and running her hooves down to cup butterfly cutie marks.
Fluttershy held on for dear life, her jaw hanging open and tiny squeaks punctuating every breath. “Oh, Pinkie, kiss me.”
Pinkie’s mouth left Fluttershy’s neck for her muzzle. The pair slid languidly down the couch and Pinkie settled gently on top of the lithe mare. Fluttershy’s hooves roamed downward and cupped her cutie marks as the kiss deepened and grew stronger. They exchanged whimpers of want into each other’s mouths, tasting and teasing, suckling and nipping. Fluttershy’s wings spread from her sides and ran along Pinkie’s coat.
Fluttershy squirmed under the earth pony. Pinkie filled her senses so thoroughly and the feeling of being touched by and touching the pony she had fallen for drove her lust higher. She could taste both of their musks in the air. A quiver of anxiety passed through her, but it was easy to ignore. She gripped Pinkie’s plump and shapely flanks hard enough to force the mare to break the kiss with a gasp.
Leaning up, Fluttershy nuzzled Pinkie’s chest and laid tiny kisses everywhere she could reach. “L-let’s go upstairs,” she breathed. Pinkie nodded in a daze and climbed off the couch, her face far ruddier than normal and her eyes glazed with growing lust. Fluttershy slid to her hooves and pressed their sides together, panting heatedly into the side of Pinkie’s face. They reached the stairs and Pinkie headed up first. Fluttershy stifled a moan, watching the sweets-loving mare’s ample and shapely rump sway back and forth with each step.
Pinkie had her poofy tail subconsciously raised and pulled to the side. A shiver of passion nearly shook Fluttershy off her hooves as her eyes settled on Pinkie’s lower lips softly glistening in the light, full and slightly parted from arousal, just the barest shade lighter than her coat. Fluttershy swallowed the extra saliva in her mouth and willed Pinkie to climb faster.
At the top of the stairs, Fluttershy lunged. Wrapping her hooves around Pinkie’s flanks, she inhaled deeply. Pinkie meeped in surprise, stumbling forward towards the bed. Fluttershy stayed with her, the heady perfume of arousal drawing a deep purr from her throat. Pinkie pressed up against the edge of the bed, raising her rump and burying her face in the sheets with a giggle.
Fluttershy slid her hooves along Pinkie’s sides and down her haunches. She would never consider calling the mare fat, but she did have a nice layer of extra flesh, giving her the most lovely curves and soft springiness to the touch. Her full and pert bottom framing her marehood was a truly lovely sight. Fluttershy knew her emotional attraction stemmed from Pinkie’s personality and what she had grown to learn about the mare over the course of years; Pinkie made her feel safe, made her laugh, made her relax, made her feel like a better pony just having known her.
But dear Celestia, Fluttershy was so turned on by her.
Rarity had a graceful elegance no pony could pull off, Applejack had an imposing and rugged physique that turned the heads of mares and stallions alike, Rainbow Dash had a natural charisma and athlete’s body that led to just as much raw envy as lust, and Twilight had a lovely blend of tone and fitness that complimented her rather utilitarian personal aesthetic. Fluttershy could admit that she herself had a super-model’s physique, seeing as she had been one for a short amount of time.
She thought Pinkie Pie’s body might have been designed for sex. Soft and full, curvy and flexible, boundless energy and effortless gentleness, Pinkie wasn’t just beautiful, she was pure sex-appeal given pony form. Playful eroticism oozed from every jiggle when she moved, every curve from snout to hoof, every gentle laugh from her lips. Fluttershy’s mouth watered.
“Shy-Shy,” Pinkie giggled, “We’re not even in the bed ye—Ohhh…” Pinkie bit down on the sheets as she felt Fluttershy’s teeth graze along her backside. Fluttershy pressed against her flanks and watched her lips slowly part.
Fluttershy felt her knees go wobbly. “Oh, Pinkie, you’re so beautiful,” she breathed.
“Ahh!” With aching languidness, Fluttershy’s tongue pressed to her marehood and slid upwards; a single fluid stroke that threatened to melt her from the burning intensity. Pinkie threw her upper body onto the mattress to keep from falling over, spreading her back legs and presenting herself insistently to her marefriend’s muzzle. “Oh gosh, ‘Shy!”
Pinkie tasted even better than she smelled. A breathless moan escaped Fluttershy’s throat as she pressed into Pinkie’s sex, exploring carefully, mapping every bump and nook with her tongue. Pinkie’s inner walls winked, pulling her in further, and she buried her muzzle and closed her eyes. Pinkie shuddered around her as she lapped and drank.
Pinkie shut her eyes tight enough to see stars. Fluttershy was in her. She lost all the strength in her limbs. “’Shy,” Pinkie squeaked between heavy pants, “Shy-Shy, I’m gonna fall.”
A flush of pride added to the heat already raging in Fluttershy’s core. Smirking a touch more wickedly than she would give herself credit for, she pulled back from Pinkie’s quivering slit. Pinkie flipped onto her back and dragged herself onto the bed, breathing heavily from her flushed muzzle.
“Sorry, got a little…” Fluttershy coughed, embarrassment adding to the color of her face. “…eager. You make me feel so…” Fluttershy stepped forward with deliberately measured steps, sliding slowly onto the sheets and almost swimming between Pinkie’s spread legs. “Warm.”
Pinkie watched Fluttershy’s bottom sway back and forth as she oozed up the sheets, half-lidded eyes above a smoky smile. And she said Pinkie was getting her warm. “Y-you’re s-silly,” she half moaned.
Fluttershy let out a hot breath on her mound and nuzzled her inner thigh. Pinkie watched Fluttershy’s rump continue to sway as she felt that strength-numbing tongue press back up against her. She let her head fall back.
Fluttershy’s marehood throbbed with need, a trickle of wetness slowly running down her raised belly. Pinkie twitched at her touch. Pinkie wanted her. She closed her eyes again and pressed in closer, drawing her marefriend’s pearl between her lips.
Pinkie nearly screamed, arching her back off the bed. She stroked Fluttershy’s face and mane lovingly, her breaths coming in sharp gasps. Every tiny suckle and flick of the mare’s tongue sent spasms racing along her barrel. The fire raging in her belly grew to an inferno and she felt her body helplessly clench.
“Oh, ‘Shy, I’m gonna—” Pinkie bit down on her hoof and cried into it as she hit her climax. Fluttershy wrapped her hooves around Pinkie’s hindlegs and pulled her closer, slowly lapping up the spreading wetness spilling from her sex. Pinkie arched and relaxed helplessly, lost in the throes of sensation bounding through her body in waves. She heaved breaths of air as the heady buzz of pleasure slowed its ebb and flow. She giggled breathlessly. “Oh gosh, I didn’t know anything could be so fun.”
Fluttershy wiped her chin and crawled up Pinkie’s belly. “Is…have you never done this before?”
“Nuh-uh.” She smiled at Fluttershy, their private smile, but it was colored with a glowing pleasure and affection that made both sets of the pegasus’ lips quiver. “Hadn’t found the right pony. How ‘bout you, Shy-Shy?”
A shiver of terror made her coat stand on end. “L-let’s not talk about that right now,” she stammered, her eyes darting around.
Pinkie grasped Fluttershy’s neck and pulled the mare down on top of her, tasting herself on Fluttershy’s lips. She rolled to the side until she was on top and broke the kiss with a mischievous grin. “Yeah, let’s not talk at all.” She buried her face in Fluttershy’s mane and laid a trail of kisses down her lover’s neck and chest.
Fluttershy closed her eyes and pushed the anxiety from her mind, focusing on the breathy licks and pecks making her break out in gooseflesh. She stroked Pinkie’s mane as the mare lapped up the trails of wet that had made it halfway down her stomach. “Mmm, you’re tasty!” Pinkie chimed, a sensuous wiggle shaking her bottom as she worked her way down.
Arriving at Fluttershy’s parted legs, her breath caught in her throat. The soft yellow hairs of her lover’s coat, dark and matted with moisture, framed the pegasus’ delicate marehood, lips parted ever so slightly with arousal and swollen clit poking out like the cherry on the top of a sundae. Pinkie felt herself heat up again just from the sight. She leaned in and kissed her marefriend’s folds affectionately.
Pinkie tentatively pressed her tongue to Fluttershy’s entrance, mirroring what her marefriend had done to her. Fluttershy’s bittersweet lust was more sweet than bitter and she drank greedily, her trepidation melting away under the intoxicating flavor and aroma.
Fluttershy squeaked, feeling Pinkie’s hooves lift her legs and spread them wide. She watched Pinkie’s tail twitch back and forth behind her as she lapped away, pressing in then darting up and down in swift licks. Her breaths became labored and she bit her lip, each swipe sending a tingle of electricity through her mound. Pinkie’s hooves slid up and down her haunches, pulling her close, sometimes kneading and massaging, sometimes dancing along the tips of her coat. Pinkie swirled her tongue, sliding in and out of Fluttershy’s depths, then moving away to nibble and kiss her marefriend’s outer lips. Fluttershy squeaked again as the pony nuzzled her nub with her snout. Pinkie was humming a soft melody as she worked.
It was as exciting for Fluttershy to watch as it was to experience; Pinkie Pie was a mad genius of fun, taking something she had experienced once and duplicating it with her own playful flair of energy and irreverence. It was so Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy found it so arousing.
Fluttershy’s tummy muscles clenched with the growing pressure. As she panted with need, the tightness in her belly became a war of lust and anxiety. She shut her eyes and grit her teeth, willing the pleasure to rise. A small whimper of frustration escaped her lips and she opened her eyes, her gaze alighting on her lover’s dancing flank. “Pinkie,” she moaned.
The mare glanced up, her tongue out and circling Fluttershy’s hard clit. “Nn?”
Fluttershy glanced meaningfully at Pinkie’s rump and twiddled her hooves in a circle. Pinkie’s eyes widened and a wicked grin spread around her wriggling tongue. She dropped her forelegs to the bed and with a single push of her back legs she spun around and settled gently across Fluttershy’s chest, her tongue never stopping.
Oh Luna, even her silly acrobatics could be hot.
Pinkie’s folds a bare inch from her snout and dripping with renewed lust, Fluttershy mewled and scraped her teeth along Pinkie’s inner thigh. She hugged the mare’s flanks to her chest and darted her tongue inside.
They writhed against each other, their coats growing slick with sweat, muzzles growing damper and damper with their lover’s juices. Fluttershy’s hoof traced up to the base of Pinkie’s tail and she fondled the mare’s dock, receiving a twitch and a moan from the action. She stroked the short nub in time with her tongue and delighted in the shudders that raced through Pinkie’s body.
With a squeak and a quiver, Pinkie came against her mouth again. She felt Pinkie arch and loosen against her barrel in spasms while the mare’s tongue worked tirelessly against her aching marehood. She scrunched her eyes shut, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body and her lover’s exciting display of satisfaction. Her core burned with arousal and she focused with all her might.
A whinny of frustration escaped her throat and she dove back against Pinkie’s still winking lust, blanketing her senses in her lovely, sexy, wonderful partner. Her pulse quickened as she attacked Pinkie with her mouth, nectar dribbling down her chin. She pulled and tweaked Pinkie’s tail and kneaded her rump.
Pinkie’s eyes threatened to bug out of her head. She was rather sensitive to start out and Fluttershy’s assaults on her still climax-wracked body drove a trilling mewl from her throat. She panted hoarsely against Fluttershy’s wetness.
Fluttershy tried to live inside the arousal of Pinkie shaking against her, clouding away the distractions and focusing on her fiery belly. She kissed, suckled, probed, and nipped for all she was worth, letting the squeaks and heavy breaths her actions elicited wash over her ears.
Pinkie went rigid in her hooves and weakly cried out, “A-aah!” She squeezed Fluttershy’s head between her thighs as her third peak shook her down to her bones, blurring her vision. She pushed her muzzle into Fluttershy’s folds to stifle her cries.
Letting her head fall back to the bed, Fluttershy rocked her hips against Pinkie. She bit her lip, willing herself over, pushing for the final crest. She punctuated each thrust forward with a small grunt, the noises growing more and more frustrated with each drive.
Pinkie licked diligently, her brow creasing with concern as her climax slowly faded. Fluttershy didn’t sound like she was having fun anymore. She rubbed at the mare’s haunches and kissed her pert nub through the rhythmic rocking.
Fluttershy’s hips fell back to the bed in time with a sharp expulsion of air from her snout. Her body shook with a heaving sob. Pinkie leapt off her lover, shouting, “’Shy!” She whirled around in a blur and threw her forelegs around the crying pegasus, dragging Fluttershy into her chest. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry Shy-Shy; I didn’t mean to do anything wrong!”
Fluttershy shook her head miserably, clinging to Pinkie with desperate strength as her body raged with unreleased pressure. “It’s my f-fault,” she choked out, “It’s me!”
“Oh, Shy-Shy.” Pinkie hugged the mare closer. “What happened?”
“I c-can’t do it,” she moaned, “I can’t come.” Pinkie’s throat bobbed uselessly. “I’ve n-never…I thought that since you’re so…” Fluttershy trailed a hoof down Pinkie’s side, across her curves and over her full and warm hip. A groan full of lust and vexation tore its way out of her. “I-it didn’t matter…I want to so bad, Pinkie. B-but I can’t!” Fluttershy’s voice broke with renewed sobs.
Pinkie’s mouth fell open in dismay. She stroked her lover’s mane and held her achingly near, whispering soothing, but meaningless noises into her drawn back ears. She desperately wished she knew what to say.
“I’m just b-broken,” Fluttershy cried, “I’m sorry, Pinkie.”
Fluttershy pried herself from Pinkie’s grasp and fled the room, the wild scrabble of her hooves on the stairs echoing dully. The front door slammed shut.
Pinkie held a hoof in the air, reaching for the mare that wasn’t there anymore. Twin trails of tears marred her cheeks.
Fluttershy raced off the road from her house and into the trees. Her body shook with tears and her burning, unexpressed desire. She weaved recklessly between branches, her vision blurred with moisture and her legs pumping with abandon.
She skidded to a halt in front of the river, separating her neighborhood from Ponyville proper. She took several heaving breaths at the shoreline and whimpered.
“…I’m sorry, Pinkie,” she whispered.
Fluttershy sighed and lowered her head to the river, the cold water soothing her aching throat. She leaned back and shook her head, attempting to knock loose some of the bleak thoughts plaguing her. A small dribble of lust ran down her leg and she winced, glancing around the trees and across the stretch of water to make sure she was alone.
A relieved breath nearly drove her to her knees. She grumbled quietly, still quivering with unspent arousal. She looked back at the water and carefully stepped off the shore, letting its cool current rush over her hooves. She lowered her rump delicately into the stream. The water washed away the fluids staining her coat and she sighed in relief as the cold soothed her throbbing marehood.
She lowered her head as she sat in the river. Her panicked sobs had stopped, and calm, fresh tears rolled unbidden down her face to patter in the flowing stream. “I messed everything up,” she murmured, “Again.”
A sharp and biting spike of panic pierced Fluttershy through the chest. She went rigid in the water, her eyes flashing open and her jaw tightening so hard it hurt. “No!” she wailed, “No, I can’t lose her! I…” The strength drained from her voice and she drooped her head. “I love her.”
Sitting up straight with her eyes hard and jaw set, Fluttershy pushed herself to her hooves and waded across the shallow river. The very top branches of Golden Oaks library loomed over the roofline in the distance and Fluttershy set it directly in front of her.
“I love her and I’m not messing this up,” she commanded herself as she marched. Emerging on the other side of the water and dripping dry in the afternoon sun, Fluttershy made her way resolutely through the town. Passersby gave her a wide berth, eyeing her soggy tail and hardened gaze warily. She overheard the occasional mumbled comment about ‘New Fluttershy,’ but paid them no mind. She was on a mission.
The door to the library banged open, causing Twilight to fall off the couch with a surprised meep. Rainbow Dash pulled her snout out of her book and raised an eyebrow at their new arrival. “’Shy?”
Twilight coughed in embarrassment and scrambled onto her belly. “Erm, hi Fluttershy.” She stood and turned towards the pegasus, taking in her wet coat, reddened eyes, and fierce expression. “Is…is everything okay?”
“I need a book,” she half growled.
Despite the growing puddle of river on her nice, clean floor, Twilight brightened. “A book? What sort of book?”
Fluttershy’s eyes widened. She fell back a step and looked down, letting her mane sway in front of her face. She mumbled indistinctly.
Twilight cantered across the floor. “What was that?”
“Do, uh…do you have a book on…” She trailed off into murmurs.
Twilight rolled her eyes and sighed, rubbing her forehead with a hoof. “Fluttershy…”
The mare whimpered, flattening her ears. She started to turn to leave when the image of Pinkie Pie’s smile filled her mind. She stomped a hoof sharply and squeaked out, “A book about sex!”
Rainbow Dash fell off the couch.
Twilight cleared her throat and blinked her eyes. “Uhm…” She cleared her throat again. “Well, I have a large collection of romance novels that could be considered erotica…”
“N-no, a book about…” She whimpered again and shook her head. “Like…a how-to?”
Pulling herself up and sporting a large, red blush across her muzzle, Rainbow tentatively cantered closer. “…’Shy? Is everything okay?”
Fluttershy cowered back, biting her lip. “N-no…” She sunk to the floor on her haunches, releasing a soft squelch from her tail as excess water squeezed out. She looked worriedly back and forth between her two friends. In joining the conversation, Rainbow had sidled up next to the alicorn and had spread a wing across her back. Fluttershy would guess she had done so without thinking about it. A wild desire to know what exactly had happened that brought her two friends together flashed across her mind, but she pushed it away. This was about Pinkie Pie.
Fluttershy stood back up and cleared her throat. “Um…maybe I could just talk to both of you…if you’re okay with talking about something that’s kinda private.” She shuffled nervously on her hooves. “See…um…Pinkie Pie and I are together.”
The couple’s eyes lit up in tandem. Rainbow streaked forward, clapping a hoof to Fluttershy’s back a little harder than the mare would have preferred. “Alright, ‘Shy!”
“Congratulations, Fluttershy!” Twilight clapped her hooves together and grinned. “Ooh, after reading ‘The Neophyte’s Guide to Romance,’ I always wanted to try double-dating!”
Fluttershy cleared her throat. “Well, um, I have a little bit of a problem.”
Rainbow fell back to Twilight’s side and they looked at Fluttershy expectantly. A slow stain of pink spread across her face and she looked down. “C-can we talk? Somewhere…quiet?”
Twilight glanced around the empty room. Even if there were a dozen ponies milling about, she was pretty sure ‘inside of a library’ was synonymous with ‘somewhere quiet.’ “We could go into the kitchen, I suppose. Would you like something to drink, Fluttershy?” The mare nodded and followed her friends into the small kitchen off the main room, sitting at the table. “Coffee?”
“Just water, thank you.”
Rainbow poured a glass of water for their guest while Twilight brewed a small pot of coffee for the two of them. Fluttershy sipped in silence while Rainbow fidgeted through the few minutes it took Twilight to finish. With two steaming mugs, she joined the group and said, “Now…what’s on your mind, Fluttershy?”
Willing away the butterflies in her belly and taking a deep breath, Fluttershy focused on the smile of her lover in her mind. She found the strength to begin. “I have a problem…reaching climax.”
Twilight and Rainbow turned to each other, finding the same blank look on their partner’s face that they were feeling in their minds. They both turned back and asked, “What?”
“I can’t orgasm,” she mumbled into her water glass, her voice growing quieter, “Never been able to…”
Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Have you…tried a lot?” She was having a difficult time wrapping her mind around the thought of Fluttershy being with another pony in that way, and from the look on Rainbow’s face her marefriend was struggling as well, but upon analysis she realized she was being silly. Fluttershy was a full grown mare, and mares had needs, and it was perfectly natural for her friend to have explored them.
Fluttershy let out an exhausted sigh. “Is…can this stay between the three of us?”
“Of course,” Dash answered.
“Absolutely,” Twilight agreed.
“Alright…I haven’t had…the most luck dating.” She ran her hooves along the table, not looking up at the two. “Right after I started living in Ponyville and was just a barely older than a filly I started seeing Thunderlane.”
Rainbow shook her head. “Thunderlane? The Thunderlane I know, Thunderlane?” Fluttershy nodded. “How? When di—? I’m just hearing about this now?” She sat back and huffed.
Fluttershy smiled despite herself. “It was a long time ago, Rainbow.” She cleared her throat again. “I…we fooled around a little, but I was…too scared to go all the way with him.” Her muzzle darkened. “He was a gentlecolt, but it didn’t really work out.”
Twilight raised an eyebrow. “So when you fooled around…?”
Sighing and nodding her head, Fluttershy leaned back in her seat. “I…he had a good time, but I couldn’t ever manage to finish and I got really scared at the thought of…he was kinda big, you see.”
Rainbow cleared her throat and drank her coffee a little too quickly.
“After Thunderlane, I tried on my own by…you know…” She took a long sip of her water. She wasn’t sure if she was going to kiss Pinkie silly the next time she saw her for giving her more strength than she ever knew she had, or consider slapping her for providing the resolve to have this conversation. “I stopped trying because I couldn’t, and it just made me more and more frustrated.” She drooped her ears.
Twilight sipped at her coffee and nodded solemnly. “So it’s been a long time since you’ve tried and you’re worried you’re going to have the same problem with Pinkie?”
“Not…exactly.” Fluttershy took a long gulp of water. “After Thunderlane, I thought maybe it was that I didn’t really like stallions.” Rainbow Dash leaned forward dramatically, her ears swiveling to attention. Fluttershy battled to not smile again. Apparently her daredevil friend was more interested in gossip than she was willing to let on. “I started seeing Roseluck just before you moved to Ponyville, Rainbow.”
“Roseluck?” Rainbow smirked. “Nice.”
Fluttershy giggled and blushed, shaking her head. “It was fun at first, and I knew I was right about stallions when things got serious, but…” She winced, her blush growing brighter. “She…used a toy and…it hurt. I…bled a little and panicked.” She dropped her head again and took another drink. “I couldn’t talk to her for a while, but we’re okay now.”
Twilight opened her mouth, but snapped it shut again. “Are there…any others?”
A long, slow, tired breath almost deflated Fluttershy in front of Twilight’s eyes. Fluttershy swept her mane to the side and pawed at the table. “Then…Rarity happened.”
“Rarity?!” they both exclaimed.
“Yeah. Rarity and I’ve been really good friends ever since I moved here and I can relax around her. I was always so nervous around Roseluck, you see…With Rarity I felt pretty close to normal.” She fidgeted, frowning. “I…wasn’t very attracted to her, though. I liked her and it felt good to be around her, but she’s not really my type. I don’t know that I’m her type either; I think she was always more interested in stallions. But, anyway…we dated for a little while, and we eventually got…intimate.”
Rainbow Dash cursed herself mentally for agreeing to keep this conversation private.
Fluttershy let out a whimper of a sigh. “I didn’t really get into it and just got more desperate after every time that I didn’t finish…which was all of them. Rarity eventually called it off…she said it was too stressful. I was kinda glad she did.”
Twilight nodded with resignation. “I can see why you’re worried you’ll have the same problems with Pinkie Pie.”
“I know I have the same problems with Pinkie; I already tried.”
Rainbow choked on her coffee and nearly spit it all over the table. Twilight slapped her back a few times as she coughed.
Fluttershy’s frown threatened to turn into a smirk, but never quite made it. “Pinkie and I have been…really close for a few years now. And she’s really my type. When we made it official…I didn’t want to wait.” She wilted in her seat. “And I got so close, but I couldn’t…again.” Her gaze hardened and she sat up straight, her face as determined as when she came in through the door. “I can’t let this fall apart. I love her. We’ve been almost dating for two years already; I love her and want to spend the rest of my life with her.” Tears sprung back to her eyes and her voice wavered. “I have to fix this. Please…help me.”
Twilight exchanged a worried glance with Rainbow and extended a hoof across the table, taking Fluttershy’s gently quivering limb in her own. “Well, Fluttershy…I’ve heard about your problem before in reading…some mares have trouble reaching orgasm.”
Rainbow Dash swallowed nervously. This conversation was doing weird things to her head.
A look of relief passed over Fluttershy’s wet eyes. “What do I do to fix it?” she breathed.
Twilight grimaced. “Sometimes it’s about sensitivity. Not everypony gets the same level of stimulation and you might need more to finish. That might mean trying toys again—” Fluttershy blanched as Twilight quickly added, “—but it could also just mean you need to try different things. You might be more sensitive other places.”
Fluttershy nodded slowly, but her frown deepened. “…I’m not sure that’s the problem. I can get really, really close, and I tried a lot of stuff on my own before I gave up…” Rainbow carefully slid a hoof under the table onto Twilight’s thigh. The alicorn glanced obliquely at her and saw barely restrained arousal bubbling under her surface. Twilight fired a fierce and admonishing glare, but when she turned back to Fluttershy her face was pink and she had to cross her legs. “What else could it be?”
“Well…” Twilight coughed, dismissing the waver of excitement that had entered her voice. “It sounds like it’s probably nerves. If you’re really wound up and anxious, it can be impossible to finish.”
“…Oh…” Fluttershy fell back in her seat, her gaze growing distant. “…I can be rather high strung.”
Stifling a snort, Rainbow rubbed Twilight’s leg a little more aggressively.
“And you’ve had a lot of bad experiences, which have just made it worse.” Twilight nonchalantly reached under the table and grasped the hoof roaming along her thigh. She pulled it between her legs. “You probably just need to relax. Give it some time and try not to worry about it. Pinkie Pie should understand.”
“I hope so,” Fluttershy said glumly. She pushed away from the table. “Thank you for listening…I’m sorry if I made either of you uncomfortable.”
“It’s fine,” Rainbow blurted out, feeling Twilight’s growing wetness against her hoof.
“Y-yeah,” Twilight agreed in a husky murmur.
Fluttershy glanced at her chair and winced, watching the excess water dribble onto the floor. “And sorry I got everything wet.”
Rainbow Dash fought to control her face, pressing into Twilight’s folds. “Not necessarily a bad thing.” Twilight jabbed her sharply in the side.
Fluttershy raised an eyebrow then shrugged, cantering out of the room. She puffed out her chest, set her jaw and marched through the door and back into the outside world. As the door shut behind her, Twilight used her magic to flip the open sign in the window to closed and the couple bolted up the stairs.
Pinkie Pie stepped slowly through the fields surrounding Fluttershy’s cottage. She inhaled deeply, letting the calm and tranquil air of spring wash over her. She sighed heavily, plodding past wildflowers and tall grasses.
“Okay, Pinkie Pie,” she said to herself, “Let’s think about this. Oh, poor Shy-Shy…” She sighed again, sitting on her haunches. “She’s so sad…I don’t want my Shy-Shy to be sad anymore.” She scuffed her hoof along the ground. She shook her head, saying, “She isn’t broken.”
Pinkie glanced up, scanning the field. Insects buzzed through the plant life in a vibrant sea of gentle noise. She watched two chipmunks dart back and forth between the new flowers, chittering and tackling each other in some primal game of tag. They were having so much fun. Pinkie smiled wistfully. “I want that to be us,” she told herself.
Fluttershy was so special to her. After years of denying that want, she had had the flower of a mare in her hooves, felt her warm coat pressed to her chest, explored her body in an intimate dance that crystallized her emotions and laid them bare and plain in her mind. Pinkie Pie knew what she wanted out of life. Every day could be spent making other ponies laugh, feeding them scrumptious treats, throwing parties, pulling pranks, and having fun. And every day, she could have her Fluttershy, away from those crowds, and have a never-ending party with just the two of them. A quiet party, where she didn’t have to pull out all the stops and could just relax.
Pinkie was so tired sometimes. Everypony needed so much from her. She wanted every single resident of Ponyville to smile, but there were so many of them and sometimes it was just too much. She remembered mirroring herself into dozens of copies in an attempt to cover them all, but nearly lost herself in the process.
With Fluttershy, she didn’t need to be on all the time. Even without her gorgeous Shy-Shy, their picnics were a cathartic repose in her life of constant running. All of Ponyville acted as an extended family for Pinkie to entertain, but Fluttershy gave her a home.
And she ached to give that sense of comfort back to the mare she loved.
She sighed again. “I wish I knew more about all this doin’ it stuff…”
Pinkie turned back to the chipmunks, still gallivanting across the field. The little critters’ play had a sense of exploration to it; they tested the waters in each other and themselves with a carefree flair. It was spring, they were young, and this was a new game. Pinkie smiled again. She was new at this and so was Fluttershy.
“Could it really be that simple?”
She turned around and saw Fluttershy crossing the bridge back from town. She climbed to her hooves and bounced across the field towards her lover.
Fluttershy’s steps slowed at Pinkie’s approach, nervousness settling back over her heart. She swallowed thickly and focused on Pinkie’s happy grin: evidence that her marefriend hopefully wasn’t angry with her. She tried to return the smile as Pinkie hopped onto the path. “H-hi, Pinkie.”
Pinkie stepped forward and wrapped her hooves around Fluttershy’s neck, pulling her into a hug. “Feelin’ alright now, Shy-Shy?”
“Y-you’re not angry that I ran off?”
“Course not, silly.” Pinkie hugged tighter and kissed Fluttershy’s cheek.
Fluttershy sagged in the embrace, expelling a long breath of relief. “I’m sorry, Pinkie…I should’ve told you about this, but I just really wanted—”
“It’s okay,” Pinkie murmured, “We’re still new at this. We should just be having fun. I love having fun with you.”
Sniffling, Fluttershy hugged Pinkie fiercely, burying her face in pink and poofy mane. “I love having fun with you, too. I…I want to fix this, Pinkie. I talked to Twilight and Rainbow Dash about it, and they gave me some things to work on. I don’t want this to get messed up.”
Pinkie turned around, keeping one foreleg looped across Fluttershy’s shoulders, and started a slow walk back towards the cottage. Fluttershy leaned into her marefriend’s side and extended a wing to hug her close. “C’mon, Shy-Shy. It doesn’t have to be scary and you don’t have to worry your pretty head about anything.”
Smiling wanly, Fluttershy allowed herself to be led by Pinkie across the yard and back inside. Pinkie nuzzled her affectionately and said, “Let’s go back upstairs.”
Fluttershy bit her lip and drew away. “I…I don’t know if I can try again today…”
Closing the door with a kick, Pinkie giggled. “No, silly; you don’t have to try anything! I just wanna have fun. No trying, no worrying, just fun.” She leaned in and kissed Fluttershy’s cheek again. “Let me show you what you mean to me, Shy-Shy.”
Fluttershy took a deep breath. “O-okay, Pinkie.” She followed her lover upstairs in a daze, un-attuned to the sway of Pinkie’s ample hips. Just across the threshold of her bedroom, she rubbed one foreleg over the other nervously.
“Relax, Shy-Shy,” Pinkie sing-songed. She led Fluttershy to the bed and sat on the edge, playfully swinging her legs over the side. Fluttershy carefully lifted herself up, letting her gaze fall to the floor. She felt a hoof circle her shoulders and pull her into a sideways hug.
Pinkie kissed Fluttershy on the temple. “There. Now if all we do is snuggle like this, I’m happy.”
Fluttershy blinked slowly. A tiny smile spread across her muzzle and she leaned into Pinkie’s neck.
Pinkie giggled and nuzzled the top of Fluttershy’s head. “This is so much better than just picnics, right?”
Letting out a long and relaxing breath of air, Fluttershy hugged her marefriend around the middle and squeezed. “It is, Pinkie. It really is.”
“Now lay down on your tummy, silly.” Fluttershy stiffened in Pinkie’s embrace, but her lover nuzzled her again and she took another steadying breath. She rolled onto the bed and glanced tentatively over her shoulder.
Pinkie crawled over and nuzzled Fluttershy’s left wing until she opened it and spread it across the sheets. Leaning down, Pinkie found an out of place feather and gently gripped it in her teeth.
“Oh!” Fluttershy gasped, feeling Pinkie expertly pull her feather back into place and smooth it with her tongue. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as the mare fixed another with a practiced speed and ease. “P-Pinkie…where did you learn how to preen?”
Laughing lightly around a feather, Pinkie said, “You should see Pound Cake’s wings. If Mr. and Mrs. Cake and I didn’t learn fast, he’d look like a plucked chicken.”
Fluttershy giggled and rested her head on her hooves. She spread her other wing out and sighed in relief as Pinkie worked across all her primaries and secondaries. She kept her wings in good shape and rarely flew, so it wasn’t a strictly necessary preening, but receiving attention from another pony always felt nice and relieved a lot of physical stress. Having Pinkie be the pony to preen her added a level of sensual intimacy that took the whole act to a new level. She felt her muscles loosen and tension drop from her back with each gentle tug and soft swipe of the mare’s tongue.
“Oh Pinkie,” she breathed, “This feels wonderful…”
“Your wings are so pretty, Shy-Shy.” Pinkie switched sides, working across the next set of primaries. “They’re so shiny and soft.”
Feeling her cheeks burn, Fluttershy buried her face further in her hooves. “Oh, they’re nothing special.”
A merry snort sounded from Pinkie between feathers. “I love your wings.”
Fluttershy pressed her heated face into her legs, grinning broadly. Pinkie carefully worked across the remainder of her right wing and Fluttershy gently tucked both back to her sides. She sighed in contentment and lazily rolled onto her back. She spread her forelegs wide. “Mm, c’mere.” Pinkie slid onto her side next to Fluttershy and into the embrace, leaning over the pegasus. Fluttershy pulled Pinkie into a kiss.
Stroking Pinkie’s mane, she languidly explored her lover’s mouth, delighting in the muffled squeaks and playful giggles that vibrated her tongue. She cupped Pinkie’s face and let the kiss go on and on, living in the sensation. Pinkie’s hoof slid gently along her side and trailed along her chest and belly. She pulled Pinkie’s lip into her mouth and nibbled.
Pinkie leaned away gently, feeling Fluttershy’s teeth rub along her lip. She chuckled low and settled down further on the bed. Fluttershy rolled to her side and draped a hindleg over Pinkie’s hip, drawing them chest to chest. Pinkie’s hoof glided lower, over Fluttershy’s haunch and thigh, tracing her cutie mark. Fluttershy let out a murmur of a purr and snuggled into Pinkie’s chest.
Drifting higher, Pinkie rubbed the pegasus’ back in slow circles. “You’re so soft and warm, ‘Shy.”
Fluttershy opened a wing and hugged Pinkie Pie closer. “So are you.”
Kissing the top of her marefriend’s head, Pinkie closed her eyes and stroked Fluttershy’s soft and inviting coat. Fluttershy was so at ease against her, breathing gently into her chest and curled around her hip. She felt her face might split from her smile. Fluttershy was happy. Fluttershy was in her hooves and happy.
Pinkie caressed down her lover’s back and nudged the base of Fluttershy’s tail, drawing a tremor and a squeak. “You like havin’ your tail touched, ‘Shy?” she whispered. Without waiting for an answer, she dragged the tip of her hoof slowly up Fluttershy’s dock.
“Nng.” Fluttershy shuddered and pressed into Pinkie’s chest. Pinkie felt the mare’s breaths turn to slow and heated pants against her coat as she slid up and down the short length of Fluttershy’s tail. “Ohh, Pinkie…”
As Pinkie gently caressed her dock, Fluttershy gradually drifted more and more onto her belly, sliding her hindleg out from under herself and lifting her rump into the air. Grinning, Pinkie extricated herself from Fluttershy’s wing and other hindleg and crawled over to Fluttershy’s high and presented tail.
Fluttershy let out a breathless cry as Pinkie’s hot and wet tongue pressed against the underside of her dock. “Oh, Pinkie!” With aching slowness, Pinkie slid up, through the cascade of pink hairs, to the very tip. Her body shook and she buried her face in her hooves to stifle the noises that threatened to spill out of her. Pinkie’s tongue returned to the base and she let out a helpless moan despite herself.
Pinkie smiled around her tongue, tasting Fluttershy’s rising arousal on the air. She felt herself growing wet as she licked her way up again, gently circling the end of Fluttershy’s dock. She nipped at it and drew a squeak from the pegasus.
Fluttershy’s smell was intoxicating. Her nibbles and grazes trailed lower and lower on Fluttershy’s tail as she drew ever closer to the source. She grasped her lover’s hips in her hooves.
“P-Pinkie,” Fluttershy gasped, “Oh, this feels wonderful.” She shut her eyes, focusing on the rising need in her belly. Whimpering, she drew it out, willing it to rise, grasping for—
Pinkie bit Fluttershy’s left cheek with just enough force to draw a flinch and a meep of surprise. “Stop it, silly,” she giggled out, “We’re just having fun remember? Relax, ‘Shy.”
Fluttershy sighed and smiled. “Sorry. It just feels so good.”
“Great!” She nipped Fluttershy again. “Let it feel good. I’m having fun doing it. In fact…” Pinkie pressed against Fluttershy’s hips, coaxing her to roll over onto her back. Lifting one of her lover’s hindlegs to her chest, Pinkie slid her lower body around and straddled the limb, slowly drawing her hips towards Fluttershy’s. “…Lemme show you how much fun I’m having.”
Fluttershy’s breath caught in her throat as the heat radiating off of Pinkie’s marehood drew closer. Her lover’s wet and burning folds pressed against her own sex and she let out a gasp. “Oh, Pinkie!”
A breathless cry escaped the earth pony’s lips as she rocked against her marefriend. “Oh, ‘Shy, you’re so warm!”
“D-don’t stop.” She drew a hoof to her muzzle and bit down. “Nn.”
Pinkie kissed Fluttershy’s leg as she gently grinded, racing up and down the mare’s cannon in a series of flighty pecks. Fluttershy arched her hips off the bed to press her sex in with each thrust, a series of wavering moans rumbling her chest. The tension in her belly grew, but she paid it not mind, focusing on how wet Pinkie felt against her and the glowing slickness as their lust mixed and spread. She grabbed the leg Pinkie had extended across her belly and held it close.
Slowing her rhythmic rocking, Pinkie let out a happy sigh and began to sit up. A small moan of disappointment escaped Fluttershy as her lover pulled away, but she smiled coyly as Pinkie crawled on top of her. Pinkie’s eyes trailed over Fluttershy’s flushed, panting, and happy face, her long mane splayed out behind her across the bed like the pink petals of a flower. Her flower. She leaned down and their lips met.
Fluttershy pulled Pinkie close, kissing her deeply and desperately. The kiss was full of yearning, not for release, but for the mare looming over her. Pinkie’s hoof slid down her chest, grazing along her coat, and back between her legs.
Pinkie shivered as she touched Fluttershy’s wetness, slick with their combined juices and hot as a furnace. Fluttershy murmured into her mouth, twisting their tongues together with a fevered intensity. She felt her lover’s hindlegs spread wide as she caressed deeper. She broke the kiss with a giggle that came out rather smoky and darted her head to Fluttershy’s neck.
Closing her eyes and rocking her head to the side to allow easier access, Fluttershy ran her hooves through Pinkie’s mane. She moaned throatily as the earth pony trailed down to her chest and then her belly, rubbing against her sex the whole time. “Oh, Pinkie, it feels so good…” Pinkie found the nub of a nipple buried under the mare’s coat and pulled it into her mouth. Fluttershy gasped.
Suckling gently and flicking with her tongue, Pinkie closed her eyes and focused on the hooves running through her mane and across her scalp. Shudders tingled up her spine with each pass behind her ears and she brought her free hoof back to her own dripping sex, stroking herself in time with Fluttershy. She switched to the other nipple and listened to her lover’s panting speed up.
Fluttershy could see stars behind her eyelids. She twisted her head back and forth rapidly, half crying out with each breathy gasp. Her lover drew away from her teat and she had to resist the urge to pull Pinkie back to her belly by the mane. Pinkie’s hoof withdrew, sliding along her thigh, and she opened her eyes as the mare slid further down the bed.
Still slowly stroking herself, Pinkie’s eyes fell to Fluttershy’s marehood, parted and glistening with their combined lust and minutely twitching in time with the pegasus’ pulse. Pinkie licked her lips and lowered her head.
Wriggling, warm, twisting wetness pushed inside of Fluttershy. She cried out weakly through her heaving breaths, stroking Pinkie Pie’s mane in gentle circles. “Oh, Pinkie!” she moaned, “Oh, Pinkie, I love you so much!”
Pinkie’s tongue slid out of her entrance, sweeping up with a deliberate, sensual slowness, and flicking her clit. “I love you, too,” she said quietly, her voice a calm and contented note of simplicity. Through her labored breathing, Fluttershy met Pinkie’s eyes and she smiled, warmly, emphatically, with no worry or fear. Pinkie tongued her marefriend’s pearl and slipped it between her lips.
Fluttershy let her head fall back to the bed, her mouth hanging open and her eyelids fluttering. She gulped down air greedily, lost to the world beyond the feeling of her lover’s mouth pulling and prodding her most sensitive spot. Her wings twitched at her sides and she spread them across the bed, feeling jolts of sensation race to her spine every time a feather dragged along the sheets.
Fluttershy’s breaths grew shallow and fast. Her hooves pawing at Pinkie’s mane became frantic and flighty. Pinkie pressed into her lover’s clit, each rapid flick of her tongue sending sparks racing through Fluttershy’s body.
Lost in the moment, it hit Fluttershy all at once. Her back arched off the bed as every muscle along her spine flexed tight. Fire exploded through her core and raced to the ends of her limbs, shaking all six with violent spasms. She screamed, louder than she had ever screamed in her life.
Pinkie opened her mouth wide as a stream of passion erupted from her lover’s sex. She giggled between swallowed mouthfuls, nectar running down her chin and cheeks. The titanic, overwhelming smell and taste of her marefriend’s passion pushed Pinkie over her own edge and she clamped her thighs around her hoof, shivering with bliss.
Fluttershy’s back unclenched and she collapsed. She heaved lungfuls, each exhalation ending with a strained squeak. Her forehooves, drawn close to her chest, shook like leaves in the wind. The pleasure swimming through her body washed over her mind in waves and she marked each one with a tremoring cry. As Pinkie sat up and wiped her face, Fluttershy burst into tears.
Mouth open in dismay, Pinkie leapt to Fluttershy’s side. “’Shy, what’s—?”
With aching strength, Fluttershy dragged Pinkie into a fiery kiss, tasting herself on her lover, mixing the wetness from her eyes with the lingering lust on Pinkie’s cheeks. She broke away and buried her face in the pink pony’s chest. “Oh, Pinkie, thank you!” she sobbed, “Thank you so much! I—” Her voice broke and she shook with relieved wails. She curled around her lover, clinging tight.
Pinkie smiled through her own wavering emotions. She hugged Fluttershy and stroked the mare’s back in slow circles, closing her eyes and resting her chin in flowing mane. Fluttershy was in her hooves and crying, but she smiled on, the private smile meant only for Fluttershy, pressed into her marefriend’s mane. When Fluttershy’s tears eventually stopped and she pulled away, she had Pinkie’s private smile on her lips.
Touching a hoof to the earth pony’s face, Fluttershy whispered, “I didn’t know anything could be so fun.”
Pinkie giggled and nuzzled into Fluttershy’s limb. “It’s only so much fun, ‘cause it’s with you.” Fluttershy’s smile widened to blindingly bright and Pinkie basked in the sight. Her voice dripped with reverent awe. “…I really don’t think I need to see anypony else’s smile ever again. Not if I can see yours.”
Coyness creeping into her expression, Fluttershy snuggled back into Pinkie’s chest. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop smiling again.” Still in the lingering throes of their afterglow, they held each other gently, whiling away the afternoon, letting their heated passions cool, but their emotions grow.
It was so much better than just picnics.
NSFW Illustration by Caldark, used with permission.
