Fluttershy's Futa Follies[NSFW]

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So, I’ve written a fic on this  
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Lovely piece of art by the glorious kevinsano, all praise be unto him and it occurs to me that the comments section is not the greatest place to write a fic, if only because it is a bit of a pain to read there.
 
I will be posting it in a much more readable form here, as well as all future updates to the story.
 
Currently I am writing a second chapter to this epic involving Pinkie Pie, and that will be posted as soon as it is finished and I can go over it and cut out the deadwood.
 
And because I am polite smut smith, I will here list all of the assorted weirdness that is going to crop up in here, and before each chapter what dark deeds take place there in.
 
Futa (obviously)  
Bukkake  
Ri-goddamn-diculous cum shots  
Lactation
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Chapter the first: Tempting Twilight  
Contains Futa on female, cunning linguistics, cum eating and a delicious cream pie
 
Not for the first time Fluttershy was of two minds regarding her new appendage.
 
On the one hand it had complicated her life tremendously. It made things even more awkward around other ponies than they usually were, had forced her to go through the thoroughly humiliating process of buying new clothing from Rarity and then having to explain why. It had been particularly aggravating when the dressmaker had begun taking measurements and she had gotten a bit excited.
 
All things considered the dressmaker had taken it rather well. Too well as far as Fluttershy was concerned. Too enthusiastically well.
 
On the other hand though…
 
“OHHHH CELESTIA YES!”
 
…it was amazingly good.
 
The pegasus tried to avoid touching her stallionhood, or even acknowledging it most days. Even when her balls ached and a shapely mare or hunky stallion would enter her mind begging to be penetrated she usually managed to avoid ’disgracing’ herself as her mother had referred to the act when she’d caught the mare exploring her feminine parts as a filly.
 
As a result even the simple touch of the cotton shirt, about as objectively erotic as a beige office wall, agaist her turgid member was enough to send shuddering electric waves of prickly pleasure from glans to root and then up her spine so that she shook and moaned as her balls grew tight and warm sticky cum spurted out into the confines of her shirt.
 
In sympathetic reaction her pussy clenched and sent its own shuddering jolts of warmth up into her, her nipples leaked their warm, sweet, sinful milk into the fabric and the mare collapsed to her knees mumbling and dazed.
 
No conscious reaction guided her hand, only a raw animal instinct to milk more pleasure out of her organ.
 
Fingertips met slick, silky flesh, trailing around the bulk of the cock to fine the large vein running beneath and trace along it to the tip still spilling that salty, sinful seed.
 
It felt so good, so warm and lovely and in the heat of passion the mare knew how well it would taste, how nice it would feel for a mare to have it pouring into her cunt, or for a stallion to take and know in fraction the pleasure of being a mare…
 
Yes it would be so nice to just let go, jerk herself till her whole body was sticky with cum and then find as many ponies as she could to fill. She recalled how nice Rarity’s hands had felt on her balls and shaft, the electric pleasure of those dexterous fingers playing over her female sex, those lips wrapping around the head…
 
Fluttershy jerked her hand away. Her eyes snapped open and the long shadow of maternal guilt fell over her.
 
It was wrong to think these thoughts, especially about mares. Especially about her friends.
 
She waited until the last tremors of pleasure had passed and sat up. She stripped off her shirt and panties completely, tossing them into the laundry. The shirt was drenched in milk and cum, the panties in a cold sweat. Neither could be worn now.
 
A nice cold shower was in order, something to get her libido under control. She’d go to see Twilight later, ask about getting the curse undone.
 
Immolation seemed a preferable choice to that, but it would have to be done. After all, if she simply spontaneously immolated every time something horrifically embarrassing happened, then who would take care of her little animal friends?
 
Things had gone relatively well since the little accident this morning. The cold shower helped immensely, though even after soaping up several times she still thought she could smell the seductive scent of cum in her coat. It made things bothersome, but she was able to ignore them fairly well.
 
After that she’d settled into the comforting routine of morning. She dressed, brushed her mane and tail, set out food for her animal friends, had a small tussle with Anngel who was demanding that his morning carrots be cut length wise into six equal portions again. She’d had to break up a fight between a bear and a wolf, but both were quite sorry for the tussle afterward and checked on a sparrow that had been brought in with a broken wing.
 
The little fellow was doing quite well all things considered.
 
All that done she’d finally sat down to her own breakfast, all thoughts of the morning unpleasantness passed and for a moment Fluttershy was utterly content.
 
As long as she kept busy, her unwelcome addition would be nice and quiet. There was no need to go to Twilight and admit that she was some sort of obscene freak of nature. No need at all.
 
These thought comforted the pegasus, at least until she went out her door. There was shopping to be done. She needed things her small garden could not provide.
 
It meant going into town. It meant being around ponies.
 
The realization made Fluttershy very, very aware of the heavy, full weight between her legs, of the way her chest had grown.
 
A stray breeze blew the fabric of her skirt against her flaccid stallionhood, a hellishly delicious touch that made her quiver. She felt her female sex dampen, and rushed back inside, startling several animals.
 
She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t go into Ponyville, not like this.
 
The treacherous cock was only growing bigger, fuller and thicker with each passing second. The thought of all those ponies staring at her as her shirt darkened with milk and her cock pushed her skirt up till all could plainly see the full obscene length of it and the trails of tangy wetness dripping down her thighs.
 
Her cunt begged to be filled even as her cock begged to fill.
 
Rarity’s face pulled into her mind, looking up at her with gorgeous blue eyes as her length disappeared into the mare’s mouth. The feel of her tongue licking along the underside, greedy and soft and firm all at once.
 
As the memory of the dressmaker’s fingers pushing into her cunt played across Fluttershy’s mind, her hand slid under her skirt.
 
The panties in the way bought some time and brought some rationality. She couldn’t defile herself like this, mother would be so angry…
 
Except mother isn’t here, a treacherous inner voice whispered. In memory Rarity dragged her teeth playfully along the mare’s cock as she pulled back. Rarity had taken the whole of it into her throat. At no point did she ever stop looking up at the pegasus.
 
The dressmaker removed her fingers from Fluttershy’s cunt, brought them to her lips and sucked them clean. She stroked the inside of her thighs lovingly, kissed the tip of her cock delicately.
 
“Stroke it for me, darling,” the dressmaker’s voice was heavy, loving and low.
 
“R-rarity,” Fluttershy started, “I can’t, it’s, I mean, I~~”
 
“Shhhhh…” Rarity planted another kiss on Flutershy’s flesh, and another just to side of her thick pink pubic hair, “won’t you cum for me Fluttershy?”
 
The panties were off, tossed in a corner now. Fluttershy gasped as her fingers slid into her slick, hungry cunt
 
Her other hand shook as she reached out for the length of thick flesh. It was hot, so hot that she could feel it radiating out before her fingers even wrapped lovingly around that length and when they did close upon the strong, spongy weight it was a moment of hideous bliss.
 
A long, low moan escaped her throat.
 
“Very good darling,” Rarity purred, “now, slowly up and down.”
 
Fluttershy obeyed. She looked down to see Rarity watching her intently, as if considering some work of fine art but more than that there was hungry gleam in her eyes.
 
“Cum for me, darling,” the dressmaker murmured and before too long there was a moment of mind annihilating pleasure, a hot stinging joy as the cum boiled up and launched it self in long streamers.
 
In the present Fluttershy came a half stroke after she had in her memory, at the sight of that first long stream of jism splashing against her friend’s perfect features, the look of absolute bliss that had passed over them.
 
The orgasm in both past and present seemed to last forever. At some point Fluttershy became aware of Rarity’s mouth closing over her spurting cock head, of the mare gulping down the last few shots of cum.
 
Fluttershy looked down in her cottage at the streaks of cooling seed sprayed across the floor. In the past Rarity kissed Fluttershy’s glans, her shaft, her swolen testes, her pubic mound, her cunt which was accompanied by a long, loving lick, her pudgy stomach, her breasts, and then the mare wrapped her arms around Fluttershy and pulled her into a deep kiss and Fluttershy bent down, the memory of that kiss still burning in her and licked a single streak of her cum from the floor as in the memory Rarity pushed a mouthful of the slimy, salty, sinful and delicious goo into hers as they kissed.
 
Some time later Fluttershy satisfied herself that the floor was clean. She had only lapped up the single streak, though she had savored it for far too long by her estimation. She stood up, her panties now in the hamper and stepped out of her house.
 
There was no choice. To have any chance at living her life she would need Twilight’s help.
 
With a deep breath, Fluttershy stepped into the day and whatever it held.
 
CHAPTER 2
 
The trip from Fluttershy’s cottage to the library home of Twilight Sparkle was at once completely uneventful from an outside perspective and also a herculean effort from the perspective of the pegasus herself.
 
Fluttershy had never really been comfortable in her own skin. She had spent her whole life trying to cope with the fact that her shy, retiring soul had been born into a body that invariably attracted attention.
 
It was all more or less benign of course, and she had to an extent learned to live with being rather eye catching in a way that spoke more to physical lusts than dignity or presence.
 
And past a certain age most ponies did no more than double take the first time they saw her, and afterwards interacted with her more or less as they would any other pony. Really the only ponies who stared were young, hormone ridden stallions who had not yet learned not to.
 
Even back in the halcyon days of two and half weeks ago when she had not been freakish in any way the could always feel the eyes of teenage colts and the occasional mare locked with laser like focus on her breasts, following every bounce and heave with rapt attention.
 
Now she walked through Ponyville taking backstreets and side alleys whenever she could. It was still not enough to fully avoid the crowds though and everytime she stepped onto the street it seemed that there was some casual acquaintance of hers giving a friendly wave or a casual nod which she felt obligated to return with a forced smile.
 
Fluttershy had feared that attention might stir some unfortunate reaction from her now treacherous body and it nearly had. She’d passed Snips and Snails playing some strange game of their own devising involving a jump rope, two tin cans and dice of several different makes that had ceased the minute she’d walked by.
 
The feel of their attention on her soon set her body to its hideous, wonderful work and then all of that had been crushed as the mare realized her situation and was replaced with a profound terror of discovery.
 
They day, already hot and bright seemed too much so, every color stabbed at her eyes. The heat joined with fear so that sweat rolled down her body. She could feel her heart hammering away in her chest and found herself taking deep, panicked breaths as she quickened her pace. Fluttershy no longer feared discovery, she feared dropping dead of a heart attack there on the street.
 
Her ordeal seemed to take an eternity, the streets of the quaint town took on a labyrinthine and sinister aspect and the tree that housed the library seemed to never draw closer.
 
All nightmares must come to an end though, and mercifully this one did soon enough. Fluttershy stood before the library, reached for the handle and hesitated.
 
There was no reason not to simply walk in, after all it was a public building even if you had to hold most of the population at sword point before they’d venture inside for the purpose of actually reading.
 
The creeping fear still held fast to Fluttershy’s gut and so she opened the door and stepped inside, calling out for Twilight or Spike.
 
Is anypony home?
 
Silence save for the noise of the street outside was her answer. The knot in her stomach doubled in size.
 
“Anypony?” she swallowed hard and spoke louder, “Spike? Twilight?”
 
“Hi Fluttershy!” called a boyish voice from just to the side of her field of view.
 
The pegasus squeaked, jumped, fluttered her wings in a panic and then fell to the ground in a heap.
 
Senseless seconds passed and then she felt clawed hands pull her up into a sitting position. She became aware of a familiar scratchy voice, it belong to a friend and it was babbling away in a concerned tone. She felt she should answer it. Afterall it was never nice to make a friend worry unnecessarily. Had she hit her head?
 
Fluttershy blinked open her eyes and beheld a youth, his snout subtly different from that of pony children. Green scales ran from his jaw down to his stomach, though currently these were hidden by the simple black shirt he worse.
 
A name swam into view. Spike.
 
“Oh my gosh Fluttershy I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, are you alright?” he babbled out.
 
The mare gave him a weak smile and with his help got to her hooves.
 
“Its alright, Spike,” she said, stroking a hand over the flexible ridges of the baby dragon’s head, “Is Twilight home?”
 
“Yeah, she’s down in the basement, why?” Spike countered.
 
Fluttershy blushed and wrung her hands, a nervous affectation she’d had since childhood.
 
“I…” she gulped, her mouth went dry, “I need her help with a, um, personal problem.”
 
Spike arched an eyebrow.
 
“You mean like dating and stuff? Twilight’s smart but she doesn’t get out too much if you know what I mean,” the dragon gave her a conspiratorial wink on the last word.
 
Fluttershy shook her head.
 
“N-not that Spike, I just…” she found herself hunching down, trying to look smaller even as her voice became softer, “I just have a problem I need Twilight’s help with. A, um, private problem.”
 
Spike shrugged.
 
“Well like I said she’s down in the basement.”
 
Fluttershy thanked him and made her way over to the door. She did not particularly long to talk to Twilight about her little problem, but there was something positively obscene about letting someone as innocent as Spike have even a fraction of an idea of what the problem was.
 
She took a deep breath, straightened up and entered the library basement.
 
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The pegasus stood at the top of the descending stairs and gazed down at the so called basement. The word didn’t really apply anymore.
 
In Fluttershy’s experience basements are where you stored things you had no use for but still refused to throw away because they might be useful one day. It was where you stored tools that you could never find again so that every time you need to hang a picture you had to buy a new hammer and a new box of nails.
 
The word that best describe the basement of the library was “laboratory.”
 
Stacks of paper and thick, arcane looking tomes scattered the landscape, odd machines loomed up like monolithic geography from a forest and at the center of it all was Equestria’s newest princess, Twilight Sparkle, sitting at a desk utterly absorbed in something that Fluttershy could not see.
 
“Twilight?” she asked and when the got no response repeated herself loudly, which for Fluttershy is about a normal pony’s speaking voice.
 
Twilight still didn’t look up from whatever she was toying with down there, and so the pegasus descended, carefully. The stairs were as stacked with papers and books as the rest of the room.
 
Finally she was able to approach her friend, calling out to her softly as she approached. Twilight could get a bit odd when she was absorbed in her work.
 
“Twilight? Um, I hope I’m not interrupting anything~~” Fluttershy said as she reached out to touch the mare’s shoulder, and was cut off when Twilight growled and shouted, “Confounded box tell me your secrets!”
 
The mare whirled snatched up a hammer from a bin full of hammers, and abruptly stopped as soon as she noticed Fluttershy.
 
“Oh, hello. One moment please,” so saying Twilight stood up, let out a frustrated scream of rage and brought the hammer crashing down on what Fluttershy could now see was the curious box they had retrieved from the tree of harmony.
 
There was a crack of noise like thunder and Twilight was flung back from the box directly into Fluttershy and both mares tumbled tail over teakettle into the forest of paper.
 
The pegasus blinked. The box sat on the table utterly unharmed, while the hammer that Twilight was still clutching was now nothing more than a charcoal stick.
 
The librarian looked up at Fluttershy and grinned in a way that made her look either mad or drunk.
 
“Hey there Fluttershy, didn’t hear you come in,” she said, and then got up, tossed the burnt handle aside and then extended a hand to help the pegasus to her hooves. It disturbed Fluttershy how often she’d been knocked to the ground that day.
 
“Its… its alright,” the mare mumbled.
 
Twilight turned back to the table and glared down at the box. Fluttershy noted that the librarian’s mane was in bad need of a comb and that she was moving with jerky, slightly too quick movements that were the outward sign that she was fixed into some deep obsession or another.
 
The pegasus only noted that she was backing away from the mare when her leg knocked over a pile of papers. The last time Twilight had been like this she’d accidentally incited a riot over a ratty old doll.
 
“I, um, I can come back later if you’re busy,” she said, forcing herself to stay put.
 
Twilight grunted, then turned and folded her arms across her chest and gave the pegasus a decidedly less insane smile.
 
“It was probably time I stopped messing with that stupid thing anyways,” she said, “be honest, how crazy did I look?”
 
Fluttershy sighed as the tension drained out of the room.
 
“You’re not crazy, Twilight, you just get a little to into your work sometimes is all,” the pegasus felt a lovely warm sensation when Twilight’s smile grew into a grin and she threw back her head and laughed.
 
“My insanity aside, do you need something or is this just a social call?” before Fluttershy could respond Twilight trotted over to a small stove with a plain white kettle on it that was tucked in the far side of the room in its own little alcove kept carefully free of anything flammable, “either way you’re staying for tea, Princess’s orders.”
 
The warmth in Fluttershy drained away. Now was the moment of truth and it terrified her. An irrational fear sprung up that Twilight would toss her out of the library and out of her life, and Fluttershy did not think she could cope with that sort of rejection.
 
I’ve… um…” she took a deep breath, “I have a problem Twilight, and I don’t know what it is or what I should do and you’re the only one who might know anything and-” though out the sentance her voice rose and broke. Her eyes stung and she could feel hot tears streaking down her face.
 
There were no words yet, just quiet, hitching coughs in her throat and a burning feeling of shame and humiliation.
 
She felt Twilight’s arms wrap around her, and the librarian’s muzzle pressing against her neck.
 
She was saying something, but Fluttershy couldn’t make it out beyond the soothing, gentle tone. It was possible that no words were being said, only reassurance.
 
Her own arms found their way around Twilight. Fingers brushed against the soft feathers of her wing and Fluttershy wondered if she’d ever noticed how very nice Twilight felt before. It wasn’t as if they’d never hugged before, but some how she was more aware of the curves and contours of the librarian’s body.
 
Her hand drifted lower, following the curve of Twilight’s back.
 
“Fluttershy?” Twilight asked, soft and sweet, “what in the name of Celestia is pressing into my stomach?”
 
The pegus pushed out of Twilight’s embrace, and staggered back. She couldn’t see her face, she couldn’t look Twilight in the face. Her tears had slowed during the embrace, but now they threatened to return in full force.
 
“Where the heck did you get a penis?!” Twilight all but shouted.
 
Fluttershy looked down. Her skirt was long enough that the erection was not exposed, but it was tented out in front of her in an unmistakable sort of way.
 
“I d-don’t k-know…” she stammered, “I-I’m so sor-sorry.”
 
Now that she was aware of the arousal, the feel of her plain skirt brushing against shaft and head made itself known. She shuddered and moaned.
 
The basement felt entirely too hot now, sweat rolled down beneath her clothes and her body demanded to be free of these constraints even as it begged to return to being pressed against Twilight again.
 
Her female sex was hot, pouring its juices freely. Her nipples ached and the pegasus could feel the first few drops of warm milk dribbling out.
 
Twilight had apparently mistaken the shuddering and small, soft noises her friend was making for sounds of deep distress. When Fluttershy looked up she was walking slowly towards her with hands held up placatingly and concern writ large on her face.
 
“What happened?” the librarian asked.
 
Fluttershy shook her head, “I don- I don’t know,” she brushed tears from her eyes with the back of a hand and felt an overwhelming urge to taste her own flesh. It wouldn’t be as good as tasting Twilight’s, but it would do for now.
 
“It was just there when I woke up one morning,” she finished, reclaiming some measure of composure.
 
 
Twilight abruptly frowned. “Did Discord do this?!” she demanded, her voice taking on an angry edge, “I swear to Celestia that if he did he’s going back to being a statue, elements or no.”
 
“N-no!” Fluttershy stammered, “At least I’m pretty sure it wasn’t him. I mean, I thought it was just one of his pranks at first-”
 
“Giving you a penis is his idea of a prank?” Twilight deadpanned.
 
“-but when I confronted him he was as worried as I was,” she gave a helpless shrug, “He offered to get rid of it, and he tried for a long time but everytime he tried some sort of magic it would just reappear.”
 
“Alright,” Twilight growled and rubbed at her temple, “well lets see if I can figure this out.”
 
She guided Fluttershy to a chair and gently pushed her down into it.
 
“Now, I’ll have to start by asking you some questions, then I’ll begin a more thorough examination, ok?”
 
Fluttershy nodded her assent and the librarian began to ask about all sorts of niggling details that seemed rather unimportant to Fluttershy. Had she done anything odd in the days before her problem had started? (No, not really.) Had she come in contact with any unusual plants or animals? (Fluttershy came into contact with unusual animals practically every day.) Had she desecrated any altars of ancient gods prone to cursing ponies and so on. In addition to these, which were at least a bit relevant, Twilight grilled her about things utterly unrelated. Things like what was her birth date, how old was she, when had she cheered for Rainbow Dash in the best young flyers competition.
 
“Twilight, what does that have to do with anything?” Fluttershy finally asked.
 
“Well its important to see how much your mind has been affected, frankly you pretty much seem to be yourself, just with, you know, a penis,” Twilight scratched her head with the pencil she was using to take notes, “now, before that thing showed up, how often did you masturbate?”
 
Fluttershy stared at the librarian, her mouth open in horror and her face flushing scarlet.
 
“N-never!” she lied. Twilight arched a skeptical eyebrow, but said nothing and simply wrote down often in her notes.
 
“Ok… so since growing a penis, has this changed at all?” she asked as Fluttershy squirmed in her seat.
 
The arousal from feeling Twilight’s soft body pressed against her’s had worn off a bit during the questions, but now that it had turned to more prurient topics she could feel the hot pulse of blood in her loins starting anew.
 
“Is… is that important?” Fluttershy asked, trying to hide behind her mane and also casting a bit more of an interested glance than normal at her friend.
 
Twilight had never been an overly athletic mare, though this was changing somewhat since she’d gained the power of flight. It was a rare winged pony who put on much weight as the activity was rather strenuous.
 
The best description really was that Twilight looked healthy. She had a decent amount of meat on her bones, though she’d lost the pudge that had been characteristic of somepony who spent most of her time reading indoors and had to be reminded to eat (invariably this only resulted in her eating junk food.)
 
Most of the weight had been lost from her upper body, her thighs and buttocks still keeping their pinchable plumpness.
 
Fluttershy found herself visualizing the mare naked. Her moderately sized breasts exposed and begging to be fondled, licked and nibbled, purple pubic hair visible between her legs and beneath that the dark pearl of her clitoris and the warm, inviting caverns of her sex. Her belly, still slightly convex and so pleasant to stroke and rest a cheek upon. Her arms, looking stronger these days, urging your mouth lower to that distant treasure which needed a mare to lick and nibble, her eyes staring directly at Fluttershy’s groin…
 
The pegasus looked down, squeaked and attempted to hide her growing erection which was again tenting up her skirt.
 
“S-sorry,” she mumbled.
 
“Don’t sweat it,” Twilight said, though her face looked uncertain, “anyways, these questions are important. We need to establish a baseline of your behavior to spot any differences that might be more than just understandable curiosity or hormonal changes.”
 
“Curiosity?” Fluttershy asked, trying to divert her mind from how every inch of Twilight needed love, and how every inch of her own flesh ached to be in contact with her.
 
“It would be perfectly normal for any mare to be curious about having a stallionhood,” Twilight said, her eyes still fixed on Fluttershy’s crotch, “I know that I’d certainly experiment with it pretty thoroughly.”
 
Fluttershy wondered if it was possible to die of pure shame. The image of Twilight playing with a cock of her own, causing to to spurt great ropes of sticky cum over her body flared up in Fluttershy’s mind.
 
“Now, the, um, other part of your affliction,” Twilight said, finally tearing her eyes away from the swell of Fluttershy’s cock beneath her skirt and instead up to her extremely generous chest, “I take it your breasts grew and began lactating at around the same time?”
 
Fluttershy nodded. The two growing milky splotches on her shirt were testament to that. The mare also noticed that Twilight was shifting uncomfortably and seemed to be rubbing her legs together rather more than usual.
 
There was a long, heavy silence between the two. Eventually, Twilight seemed to have come to a decision.
 
“Fluttershy, I’m going to need to ask you to do something you may be uncomfortable with,” she began to walk towards the mare.
 
“W-what?”
 
“Strip,” Twilight abruptly stopped in her tracks, suddenly aware that she was not exactly behaving in a manner befitting pure research, fortunately she was very intelligent, and thus very good at rationalizing her own behavior, “I need to examine you. Thoroughly, and it will save time if I can do that and ask you the necessary questions at the same time.”
 
After a moment’s pause she added, “besides, we don’t want your clothing to get any more soiled than it already is.”
 
Fluttershy, hesitated, blushed and then found herself reaching down to her shirt. She was about to be naked in front of one of her best friends. Would it be like Rarity, end with the mare revelling in her pleasure as she stroked an orgasm out of herself, or would it be something new?
 
Twilight took her friend’s hesitation for nervousness, and came to a conclusion that like anypony in a doctor’s office, Fluttershy was being made to feel small and helpless before the person with clothes on, i.e. the doctor and in this case Twilight, who was not a doctor but was fulfilling the role.
 
So she decided to even the field.
 
Fluttershy had her shirt halfway over her belly when she heard the sound of cloth settling on the floor and looked up to see Twilight now dressed only her bra and skirt, and as she watched the skirt fell to the floor as well.
 
Twilight favored simple white undergarments, which was both perfectly in keeping with her personality and also a bit disappointing for Fluttershy, at least until she noted a hint wetness at the mare’s groin.
 
Then the panties fell to the floor and it was all the pegasus could do not to tackle her to the ground and ravish her. She had honestly never seen another mare naked, and she came to the conclusion then and there that she wanted to see more of them.
 
Beneath her coat Twilight’s flesh was dark, nearly black, and the delicate lips of her cunt and the button of her clit shone with a soft sheen in the low light of the basement.
 
Fluttershy took a step forward as her shirt fell to the ground. Her own bra was straining to hold back her heaving breasts. Twilight watched seemingly impassive but with something hungry shining in her eyes.  
The pegasus’s skirt fell to the ground, exposing the full length of her shaft to Twilight who’s eyes went wide at the sight.
 
As Fluttershy approached the librarian sat down heavily, gazing in wonder at the gorgeous being before her. She wondered how Fluttershy could possibly consider the cock a burden, it made her perfect in Twilight’s eyes.
 
Fluttershy knelt down over the mare, and then drew her into a kiss, long and deep. With one hand she stroked over Twilight’s velvet skin to cup a breast and she felt the nipple grow hard in her hand.
 
The librarian was breathing hard as Fluttershy parted the kiss and gazed into her eyes. She wanted so badly for it to go on and on forever. She realized that the mare was asking permission to continue, and nodded her head in assent.
 
It was all the invitation the mare needed. Her mouth returned to Twilight’s, and the hand at her breast slid lower, stroking over Twilight’s belly to her hip and soon Fluttershy’s mouth followed.
 
She kissed and licked at Twilight’s chin, jaw and neck. It was so very sweet to feel the librarian trembling with pleasure and anticipation to Fluttershy’s amateurish but gentle ministrations.
 
She went to the collar bone, down the slope of a breast and finally she found the mare’s nipple. She licked, kissed and sucked gently upon it.
 
Twilight moaned in response and it was the loveliest sound the pegasus had ever heard and in search of more of that beautiful music the pegasus moved lower, kissing and stroking the librarian’s belly.
 
She was so close to that treasure now, she could smell Twilight’s arousal and it made her aware of her own. Her cock was so hard that it hurt, begging to be touched or even better to be plunged into Twilight’s sweet cunt.
 
Some instinct warned against this though. This same instinct also warned against simply diving into lick up the juices pouring from her flower. Instead when she reached the thick patch of purple pubic hair (which she noted also had a pink stripe running through) and breathed in deeply.
 
The smell was thick and musky with a sharp, bitter edge. It was not a smell that Fluttershy considered she should be attracted to and yet it made her mouth water.
 
Fluttershy moved her attentions away from that though, she drew up Twilight’s leg, pressing her milky breasts against the thigh as she kissed first at the calf muscles. She licked lower, down to the librarian’s knees and then to the candy walls of her thighs.
 
Twilight’s breath shuddered, her voice came hot and heavy in low, whimpering moans. Fluttershy glanced over and saw that the mare had a hand at her honeypot, stroking and sliding a finger in.
 
Now was the time.
 
She reached over and gently took Twilight’s hand, bringing it to her lips where she sucked the fingers in, cleaning them one by one.
 
It was the first time Fluttershy had ever tasted cunt. The flavor was much like the smell and yet there was something wonderful and compelling in it, and in her heart the mare knew that she would never have enough of it.
 
She released the librarian’s hand, kissed it, and then lowered her head to just before Twilight’s flower.
 
The lips were parted, exposing the velvety black folds within glistening with mare cum. Having no idea where to begin when pleasuring a mare with her mouth, Fluttershy decided to begin with a simple lick.
 
That was when her will cracked completely, her tongue pressed against the honeypot and pressed into it, the source of the heavenly nectar that had been on Twilight’s delicate fingers.
 
All attempts at subtlety vanished. Fluttershy dove in with a raw hunger that was nearly frightening in its intensity. Her tongue dove in, plunging into slick petals and lapping up as much of the juices as she could.
 
Not helping things was Twilight, who moaned and gasped and shook in ways that only encouraged the mare to plunge deeper. At some point Fluttershy got her hand up to rub at the mare’s clit and soon after the librarian arched her back and gave a harsh, stuttering scream as tension snapped loose.
 
She gushed, drenching Fluttershy’s face in her nectar and this flood of her new favorite taste only sent the pegasus into a greater frenzy. She licked and sucked and kissed and nibbled and orgasm after orgasm rocked Twilight’s body and when the pegasus finally pulled back Twilight lay drenched in sweat, shaking with the aftershocks of mind annihilating pleasure.
 
She climbed over the prone mare.
 
“Twilight?” she asked, “are you alright?”
 
The librarian pulled her down and into another deep kiss, not caring if the mare’s mouth tasted of cunt.
 
“Th-that was wonderful,” she said, and Fluttershy beamed down at her.
 
“Now,” the librarian sat up, “back to business. We need to get you off. I’ll need a semen sample.”
 
“What?” Fluttershy was taken aback, her own mind still riding the high of raw lust.
 
Twilight laughed and kissed Twilight again, this time lightly.
 
“Anyway you want to give it to me is fine, Fluttershy,” she lay back again with a lazy, satisfied grin, “I figure I owe you that after you, well, you know.”
 
She licked her lips while keeping eye contact with Fluttershy.
 
This time Fluttershy nearly did faint. She’d simply been going with the flow up until now, and suddenly Twilight was offering herself up in like a sacrifice to some hoary old god, except without the decapitation or heart ripping.
 
For a brief moment she considered running away, nakedness and shame be damned. But then memory crept in of how lovely it had sounded to hear the librarian’s heavy moans and how marvelous the taste of her cunt had been.
 
She looked down. It says more about the size of Fluttershy’s breasts than that of her cock that she could only see the flared head beyond them. Her hardness had not diminished a bit, it felt full, heavy and painfully stiff. It begged to be plunged into a hole, any hole so long as it was hot and wonderfully wet.
 
The memory of Rarity’s lips upon it rose up once more, but the pegasus hesitated before taking that route. She wanted to hear Twilight make more of those wonderful noises, and she dimmly recalled girls in her youth complaining about giving their colt friends head.
 
The left only the sweet flower below, or the perfect pucker of Twilight’s ass as options then.
 
Of course, she could simply masturbate over the prone mare. The pearly strings of cum would look so lovely against the soft purple of the librarian’s coat.
 
In the end though it was a perverse curiosity that decided her course of action. She among all mares would know what it was like to feel the velvet walls of soaking marehood close around her thick cock.
 
Being utterly ignorant of these matters, but guided by unknown instinct, Fluttershy pulled herself a bit closer to her friend.
 
Twilight had a sleepy look on her face, but obligingly pulled her legs a little further apart as the mare approached.
 
Fluttershy took her member in hand and goraned softly. Even that touch was hideously wonderful. She suspected that she wouldn’t last very long upon penetrating her friend, but considering that her previous oral activities this was perhaps allowable.
 
With care she guided the head of her prick to Twilight’s waiting cunt. For her part Twilight had propped herself up to watch the entry, and she could see the clear precum beading and dripping from Fluttershy’s urethra.
 
She wondered how it would taste.
 
When glans met cunt there was a temptation to simply thrust into the wet warmth, but instead the pegasus held back. She rubbed her cockhead up and down, marvelling at the way it parted those lips, pressing herself against Twilight’s overstimulated clit and being rewarded with a throaty moan.
 
She penetrated Twilight with aching slowness, afraid that going in too eager would hurt the librarian. This had the pleasant side effect of letting both mares savor the new sensations they were encountering.
 
Fluttershy was amazed at the tightness, the softness, the silky, slick texture of those petals and most of all at the heat which poured from the librarian’s cunt into her prick, and Twilight herself revelled in the feeling of her first true fuck.
 
Oh she had experimented with a few colts and fillies back when she was in school. She had even performed oral sex on a cummly mare a few years older than her and found that she rather enjoyed the experience. The mare had not reciprocated, which hurt Twilight’s feelings at the time.
 
Nopony but her had ever paid attention to her cunt, and being too embarrassed to acquire a discreet aid of the sort favored by other single mares the only relief she’d had was in her fingers.
 
That certainly held its charm, and likely always would, but it simply could not compare to the feeling of hot, hard flesh pushing slowly into her, every inch an exciting electric sensation that she had time to savor. More than that was the feeling of fullness, and she knew that she’d always miss that once the deed was done, even if she fucked for everyday of her life afterwards.
 
Nothing would ever compare to that first fuck.
 
Before too long, but long enough for Twilight to return to full arousal, Fluttershy had pushed in about as far as she felt she could while still keeping Twilight comfortable, just before the medial ring of her cock, and abruptly stopped.
 
She realized once more that she had absolutely no idea how to properly do this, nopony had ever bothered to explain the actual mechanics of lovemaking to her. She understood the basic concept of course, anyone of any species who deals with animals a great deal cannot avoid learning how the majority of creatures went about it, which is to say climb on top of the female then thrust, but how one went about doing so in a way that was pleasurable for a mare was not generally of great concern in the animal kingdom.
 
Twilight mistook hesitation for ignorance.
 
“You sort of saw in and out, I think,” she murmured in a dreamy voice. For her part she’d be happy if Fluttershy just stayed in place forever, keeping her wonderfully and eternally full of thick mare cock.
 
Fluttershy flushed with embarrassment and drew back till only the tip remained, drawing a disappointed moan from the librarian, then slid back a bit faster and a bit deeper than before which produced a far more pleased sound from the mare beneath her.
 
Twilight’s cunt, responding to millions of years of evolution and instinct clamped down and sucked in the intruder which had a maddening effect on Fluttershy.
 
Pulling back against that pressure proved even more pleasurable, a sucking, silky feeling that sent heavenly tingles up and down her spine. Soon Fluttershy had fallen into a rhythm. Twilight’s cunt was as warm and inviting as Rarity’s mouth but the pressure was what elevated it, the battle between cunt and cock was where the gateway to bliss unimaginable lay and both mare’s knew it in their bones as both built speed, Fluttershy fucking in and Twilight rolling her hips to meet her.
 
It was heaven and hell rolled into one for Fluttershy, her whole body was tense, aching for the release she was so close to and yet she refused it, pouring every ounce of her will into holding off her own orgasm until she’d heard Twilight cry out in beautiful orgasm once more.
 
She was not aware save in the most dim of ways that she was fully inside her friend now, her full, heavy balls slapping against Twilight’s bouncing, jiggling buttocks, she was aware only of the tension and the feel of the mare’s wet cunt wrapped around her.
 
All at once, her walls broke. The sound she made was half a cry of exhaultation and release and half a moan of despair that she couldn’t last longer.
 
Her balls pulled in tight and ached in a most wonderful way as her cock erupted in Twilight’s sex, pumping rope after rope of cum inside.
 
Twilight also cried out. She was so close to the edge and the feeling of white hot semen spurting into her was pushing her so close to the edge that it was utterly maddening. Her hand flew to her clit and rubbed furiously and finally she was able to force an orgasm out.
 
She thrashed in her pleasure, and Fluttershy slid back to give her room pulling her still spurting stallionhood from the librarian and spewing her molten seed into the air.
 
It mostly landed on Twilight, and if the mare was aware of it she gave no sign. Fluttershy looked on and began to stroke herself, trying to send more of the jism onto the mare. It clung to her coat artfully, sliding over breasts, splashing across stock and the hand still rubbing at her cunt. Some even went far enough to land on her face.
 
Finally, their passions died down. Fluttershy was still stroking her softening cock, milking a few last drops of cum from it which rolled over her hand and which she absent mindedly licked off.
 
Twilight lay sprawled in a pool of sweat and mixed sexual fluids, an idiot grin on her face. The papers and books around her were scattered freely, some now sticky with cum as the librarian herself was.
 
Both were panting, breathing in the thick aroma of sex. Fluttershy thought it smelled wonderful.
 
Eventually Twilight was able to sit up, though her arms shook with the effort and she was still breathing hard.
 
“That,” she said, her voice shaking, “was quite educational.”
 
With more effort and few false starts she got herself wobbling to her hooves. Between her legs Fluttershy’s cum ran freely, dripping down in wet, slimy trails. The pegasus wondered what it would be like to lick Twilight now.
 
In a distant sort of way she was aware that she was getting hard again, but exhastion dulled everything.
 
Twilight smiled down at her as Fluttershy drifted off into sleep.
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Chapter the Second: Pounding Pinkie’s Pie  
Contains: inflation, lactation, anal, and rimming
 
It had been more than a week since Fluttershy’s trip to Twilight’s library, and since then she had not left her property even once.
 
Fear consumed her. Fear of being discovered for the freak she now was, and fear that other ponies would embrace that slutty monstrosity the way Twilight and Rarity had.
 
Both mares had visited her since then, both out of concern for her that Fluttershy thought spoke quite highly of them. This was not the first time she had deliberately isolated herself.
 
Twilight had brought news. The new apendage that Fluttershy had to live with, as well as the change in breasts were definitely magic in nature. More over they were pony magic, but of a type so complex that Twilight doubted a way of removing the changes was within her skill. She had offered to write, discreetly, to the Princesses in Canterlot for advice but the pegasus had turned her down.
 
Her reasons for this had been mixed. Fluttershy had no desire to be humilated like that before the royal sisters, and unspoken she also was not entirely sure that she even wanted to be rid of the changes.
 
The librarian was able to give her plenty of information about those. First it seemed that her cock did not obey ordinary laws of sexuality. There was practically no refractory period. So long as Fluttershy remained aroused then her cock would remain hard no matter how many times she came. Twilight suspected that it was also supernaturally tough, that it would feel as well as it ever did regardless of what use the pegasus put it to.
 
Fluttershy herself could vouch for both of these statements. When questioned she admitted that since the incident in the library she’d been masturbating much more often, at least once every couple of hours every day and often more than this. She grew hard as she told the librarian about laying in bed and stroking herself to orgasm five times in a row and falling asleep drenched in cum. This activity should have reached the point of pain for any normal cock all too soon and yet for the pegasus each seemed more pleasurable than the last.
 
The second important news was about her cum, which quite frankly was not cum. Oh it was a perfect simulacra in terms of look, taste, feel, and scent but it lacked any spermatozoa and therefore pregnancy was not a concern. Twilight also suspected it of possessing a mildly addictive narcotic effect however further studies and more samples would be needed to confirm this. In addition it seemed that Fluttershy was producing far more than should be medically or even physically possible. During their tryst in the library Twilight estimated that the mare had produced more than two liters of cum, and that was just what had been pumped into Twilight’s cunt.
 
Things had degenerated from there and now the pegasu thought that the only thing to be done with couch on which they’d been rutting was to burn it. Treu the scent of Twilight’s cunt and her cum made it lovely to rest one’s head on, but it couldn’t be hygienic.
 
The visit from Rarity had, if anything, been worse. Rarity had come with gentle reassurance that nopony would think any less of Fluttershy for her body, and that if they did then they were not worth her time. She had spoken of being at peace with one’s own sexuality, quite eloquently Fluttershy thought, and promised the mare that whatever she decided that she would always be her friend.
 
No sex had taken place, but within minutes of Rarity leaving the pegasus found herself standing in her bathroom, stroking and fingering herself till both cunt and cock let loose a torrent of pleasure that had left Fluttershy slumped on the floor in pool of cum. She’d found herself imagining Rarity afflicted as she was, but embracing it. Buggering stallions and stuffing mares, stroking herself openly for all to see and worship.
 
That had transitioned into a fantasy about being owned by the dressmaker, made into a public fuck doll for all the mares and stallions around who needed their cunts licked or someplace to drain their heavy balls.
 
Neither pony had been back since, most likely to give Fluttershy space to think but a dark voice in her heart that sounded a lot like her mother said it was because whatever their words or lusts it was because she repelled them.
 
Still, life goes on. It is difficult to live in constant dread of your own sexuality when there is a small army of creatures that need your care. In a way the changes had even helped this.
 
At least I’ll never have to buy milk again, Fluttershy reflected with a smile as she looked down at the rabbits currently eating the bread and milk she’d set out for them. It was a special treat that all bunnies save Angel seemed to relish.
 
She got up and saw to her other critters. Birds needed birdseed and occasionally insects, the spiders were spinning quite happily in their webs, a snake needed a stern talking to about not eating mice that had come to her and so on.
 
Fluttershy was never happier than she was when surrounded by animals, and she soon found herself humming and then singing to them as she joined them in relaxing outside in the noon day sun.
 
A wolf, something of a rarity this far south, laid its head in her lap and let out a contented chuff when her finger’s scratched behind its ears.
 
For just a moment the world was perfect and the pegasus’s eyes fluttered shut as her breathing became deep and heavy.
 
Then Pinkie Pie happened.
 
Pinkie, born Pinkamena Diane Pie, was always about as different a mare as you can possibly imagine from Fluttershy. She was bubbly and enthusiastic for all things while even an excited Fluttershy was still fairly quiet by any reasonable standard, she stood a full head taller than the pegasus and was never happier than she was when surrounded by as many ponies as possible.
 
Currently she was running up the path towards Fluttershy’s cottage. The first warning the pegasus had as she dozed and stroked the wolf’s fur was a cry of “FlLUUTTTTTTERRRRRRRSHYYYYYYYY I’MMMMMMMMMMMM SOOORRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYY!”
 
She had just enough time to blink her eyes open and go through the moment of confusion experienced by all sapient life upon waking when the wolf, whined, jumped and bolted around the back of the cottage before a sobbing Pinkie Pie collided with her, wrapping her in a hug and bearing the pegasus to the ground.
 
“I’m s-so sorry!” the earth pony blubblered, clutching the at this point very, very confused pegasus to her soft, bouncy chest, “I-I just got-t t-too c-caught up in th-things!”
 
“Its alright, Pinkie,” Fluttershy tried to say, having no idea what the mare was talking about. Unfortunately Pinkie had pulled her so tight into the heaving heaven of her bosoms that the words came out more like “mits momight mimkmy.”
 
She flailed about to give the mare a conciliatory pat on the back, and also to signal that she needed to come up for air.
 
The attempt was not successful.
 
“I-I know-w you can’t e-ever for-forgive me,” Pinkie sobbed, “b-but please d-don’t hate me!”
 
Giving up on the back patting plan Fluttershy instead tried to push her way to freedom, using Pinkie herself as leverage.
 
“I p-promise th-that I’ll m-make it up to y-you,” her voice was growing weak and cracked, and had she not been suffocating Fluttershy might well have thought it was the saddest thing she’d ever heard.
 
Finally the party ponies grip weakened and Fluttershy was able to extricate herself and suck in great gulps of air.
 
When she was finally able to collect her wits and look at her friend, her heart broke.
 
Pinkie’s head hung down, and pathetic choking noises came from her throat. Her normally curly, poofy pink mane hung limp and straight. Some mare’s can look beautiful when they cry. Pinkie Pie was not one of them.
 
Blobby tears ran down her cheeks and snot dripped from her nose while her face contorted in a grimace of such wretched pain that only the most heartless could do anything other than try to comfort the mare.
 
Soon it was Fluttershy with her arms wrapped around her friend, minus the bone crushing grip, saying soft, meaningless words to sooth her friends pain as she helped Pinkie to her hooves and into the cottage.
 
She seated the mare at the table in her kitchen, gave her a soft peck on the cheek and quick hug before going into her pantry.
 
Tea would be no good she knew, Pinkie needed something a bit stronger to knock her out of this funk. The pegasus soon returned holding a bottle of amber liquid that seemed to glow softly golden as sunlight filtered through it.
 
She poured a small measure for her friend, then doubled it when she heard Pinkie break into another crying jag. After another moment’s thought she poured a shot for herself as well.
 
The rum, generally referred to as Famous Old Spiced, was technically illegal in Equestria due to the fact that it exceeded the maximum allowable alcohol content for any drink not meant as a medical disinfectant, however under Celestia and especially Luna’s rule the drink was only really illegal if you were already being arrested for something else anyways since both Princesses enjoyed the odd drink or two. Granted, both measured their drinks in barrels but the principal was the same.
 
It took a moment of urging but soon Pinkie had tossed back her drink and sobbing and blubbering was replaced with coughing and sputtering.
 
“Feel better?” Fluttershy asked, sipping at her own drink. Pinkie gave a somber nod but refused to look Fluttershy in the eyes.
 
“Now, what is the matter?” the pegasus asked. She sat down across from the earth pony and placed a gentle hand on hers.
 
Pinkie looked up at the pegasus with a face so full of pain, guilt and shame that she abruptly felt silly for her own hangups.
 
“You birthday,” Pinkie mumble, averting her gaze and wiping her face with the back of her hand.
 
Nothing else needed to be said. Fluttershy nearly laughed, but stopped herself. The earth pony took birthdays very, very seriously, enough so that Fluttershy knew mentioning that she’d forgotten it herself would be a very bad idea.
 
Instead she just squeezed Pinkie’s hand.
 
“Do you hate me?” the party pony asked, her voice just on the edge of breaking.
 
“Never,” Fluttershy responded, “Come on now, lets get you cleaned up.”
 
Her reassurance helped. Tears still fell, but Pinkie Pie was smiling again, and Fluttershy thought she could see some curl and bounce returning to her mane.
 
She hugged the pegasus, this time without the crushing force, and Fluttershy smiled and found herself nuzzling her friend’s neck.
 
Pinkie smells nice… and idle thought pointed out as they parted, like fresh baked bread.
 
The mare took her hands.
 
“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” she said.
 
“I know you will,” Fluttershy responded, giving the mares hands one more affectionate squeeze.
 
She guided the mare into her bathroom and helped her clean up. Wiping away tears, reapplying the little make up Pinkie wore which had none the less begun to run.
 
In this time the pegasus noted things about her friend that she’d never really seen before.
 
A constant diet of sweets and baked goods had given Pinkie a chubby figure. Her belly was full and seemed to beg for somepony to to stroke and grope it, her breast were nearly as large as Fluttershy’s but seemed to have more of a bounce and wobble to them.
 
It would be so lovely to feel the nipples on them harden against her palm, or even better in her mouth. Fluttershy wondered what sort of sounds she would make as she came? Whatever they were she knew it would be gorgeous music.
 
Her eyes drifted lower as Pinkie reapplied the small amount of eyeshadow she wore and her heart caught in her throat. The mare had the single most magnificent ass she had ever seen, though admittedly her experience in paying attention to any pony’s ass was rather limited.
 
It was big, bouncy even beneath the pink skirt and it brought for a desire to spank, nibble and worship that was wholly alien to Fluttershy.
 
Abruptly, Pinkie turned around, followed the pegasus pony’s gaze, now directed at her plump thighs and said “I didn’t know you were into mares!” in a cheerful voice that served better than a wet slap to get Fluttershy’s attention.
 
She flushed, and now it was her turn to avert her gaze from her friend who was smiling in a knowing way that got under the mare’s skin and prickled.
 
Pinkie Pie gasped.
 
“I didn’t know you had one of those!”
 
Fluttershy felt her insides twist into a knot. She looked down and saw her skirt tented out in front, a wet patch where it fell over her glans.
 
She looked up at Pinkie, who looked at her and grinned, and then Fluttershy feinted.
 
BREAK
 
Consciousness returned some time later, though there was a long moment where nothing made sense and the past was dreamlike haze of loosely connected points. It took a moment for Fluttershy to collect herself.
 
She was laying on the couch which had been much soiled by her and Twilight, covered in a blanket that seemed altogether too hot. Her home was in moderate disarray, a coffee table overturned and some cupboards flung open as if somepony had been ransacking the place in search of something. What that could possibly be she had no idea. It wasn’t as if the pegasus owned anything of real value.
 
The color pink drifted through her hazy mind. It seemed important but Fluttershy could not imagine why. It was something more than just pink, there was something wonderful attatched to it.
 
Abruptly she thought of pie. Pink pie.
 
“Pinkie Pie!” she exclaimed, sitting bolt upright as a vision of ample pink buttocks swam into view, which led to a stirring in parts lower down that forced Fluttershy to recall everything.
 
“You’re ok!” shouted a very excited mare who flew down from out of nowhere to wrap the pegasus in another crushing embrace.
 
It was so sudden that it took Fluttershy a few minutes to notice a few important things. First, Pinkie was shirtless, wearing only her bra and skirt. This was very, very noticeable after only a few seconds of contact with warm, pink coated flesh which the mare had in delicious abundance.
 
The second thing the pegasus noticed was that she was completely naked.
 
Her face went red.
 
“Pinkie,” she said as gently as she could, “why am I naked?”
 
At this the mare remembered propriety at least a little, or as much as Pinkie Pie ever does and released Fluttershy with a sheepish grin. She took a few steps back, tripped over the overturned coffee table, got up, gave another sheepish grin and put her arms behind her back, an action which made Fluttershy’s eyes go wide because it pushed her ample chest out quite nicely.
 
“Well, you see, you were kind of leaking,” Pinkie Pie began, “like a whole lot! Your shirt was soaked with milk so much that I could see your nipples through it, they’re really nice by the way, and I thought to myself, ‘self, you can’t leave Fluttershy laying there in a pool of milk! She’ll catch cold, and what kind of friend would you be if that happened? But self, it feels pretty warm, and its a really warm day out so maybe we shouldn’t do that because its really mean to make a pony take off all her clothes unless she wants you take off her clothes! Yes sel, but can we take the chance? What if Fluttershy gets really sick? Good point self, maybe if we make sure to cover her up once her pretty boobies stop leaking milk everywhere she’ll know we didn’t just want to gawk at her magnificent massive mammaries!’ so that’s just what I did!”
 
It took Fluttershy a moment to process all this. Pinkie shirtless was rather distracting as the mare moved around a lot and since there was so very much of Pinkie Pie it took outlying regions a little while to get the message that the general direction of movement had changed. Not helping things was the fact that Pinkie probably needed to go a size or two up on her bra as that luscious flesh looked like it was fighting a war to keep Pinkie’s pies from escaping.
 
“I see,” the pegasus finally responded. If Pinkie noticed the direction of her stare she didn’t show it.
 
“Anyways, the reason I had to take off all your clothes is the same reason I had to take off my shirt!” Pinkie finally seemed to notice Fluttershy’s interest, and smiling contrived to push her chest out even more, “Well while I was getting your shirt off, there was a lot of contact between us and your cock went off! You glazed me real good, normally there has to be two or three stallions to get that much jizz on me!”
 
“What?” it was all Fluttershy could think to say.
 
“Oh I don’t mind!” Pinkie chirped, “I know a lot of mares don’t like cum but I’ve always liked it a lot! And yours tasted pretty darn good if you don’t mind me saying so,” she shot Fluttershy a wink that in the circumstances seemed like the single dirtiest gestured the pegasus had ever seen, “but Misses Cake says that I shouldn’t walk around with cum on my shirt, so I took that off, and your skirt was all sticky with it too, so I took that off, and while I was doing that I noticed that your panties were all sticky with pussy juice so I took those off to!”
 
 
“What?” Fluttershy said again in a bit of a daze, “Pinkie, why would Misses Cake tell you not to walk around with cum on your shirt?”
 
“I know right?” Pinkie sounded exasperated, “She says it makes ponies talk, but I don’t mind it if stallions know to come to me for a blowjob. I suppose its not really correct advertizing since I’m also happy to go down on mares, or let stallions fuck me, but I don’t really think that’s Misses Cake’s problem you know?”
 
“No Pinkie,” Fluttershy rubbed the bridge of her muzzle, “I was asking why would that even come up?”
 
“Because I blew Mr. Cake, and he came all over my shirt and then I went out to the counter!” she rolled her eyes so hard they almost seemed in danger of falling out of their sockets, “honestly Fluttershy, are you sure you’re feeling alright?”
 
“Wait a minute, you, um, you…” she hesitated.
 
“Blew,” Pinkie provided.
 
“You, um, did that to Mr. Cake?” Fluttershy asked, caught between embarrassment and being utterly dumbfounded by all the things she was learning about her friend, “didn’t Misses Cake mind?”
 
Pinkie looked confused and scratched just behind her ear which twitched.
 
“Why would she ask me to blow him if she had a problem with that?” she finally asked, “I mean that would be like her getting mad at me for licking her out when she asks me to.”
 
“But they’re married!” Fluttershy finally exploded, “Married ponies don’t just have sex with other ponies, they’re just supposed to do that with each other.”
 
“Why?” Pinkie Pie looked deeply, deeply confused, “I mean yeah they only make love with each other, but both of them fuck lots of other ponies,” she grinned at Fluttershy, “especially me!”
 
“Aren’t they the same thing?” the pegasus was feeling very confused, and also was becoming aware of her own stallionhood hardening once more, and her marehood becoming hot and slick.
 
“Not at all silly!” Pinkie Pie giggled, “You only make love with ponies you really really love! Fucking is just for fun and you can do it with anypony who wants to!” she paused and seemed to be going over what she’d just said, “as long as its ok with the pony you love of course. It would be pretty mean to cheat like that.”
 
“Honestly Fluttershy, I’m surprised you don’t know this!” Pinkie cocked an eyebrow at the pegasus, “That is unless…”
 
She gasped, then beamed.
 
“Fluttershy, do you have a marefriend?!” she shouted suddenly.
 
Images flooded up into the pegasus pony’s mind, Twilight bent over and shuddering as her orgasm took her, the sight of the librarian’s cunt still parted from penetration dripping with cum both mare and stallion and pouring down onto the cushions, her voice a shaking whisper, promising Fluttershy that from that point on the pegasus could use her in anyway, at any time.
 
The image of pushing again into the librarian’s cum stuffed cunt, watching it all push out before fucking her into unconsciousness.
 
Then there was the memories of the taste as she licked her friend clean from head to hoof, of Twilight drawing her into a kiss and sharing mixed cunt and cum tastes, of Twilight’s head bobbing up and down on her shaft and then bathing the librarian in cum.
 
Abruptly Fluttershy tore her mind back to the present, even though now she was hard as rock. She was grateful that the blanket was of the profoundly itchy sort that seems to turn up in any home with a large number of animals, otherwise she might have started stroking herself off then and there, and Fluttershy was not keen on giving Pinkie that particular show, no matter how much she regretted not seeing the party pony being drenched in cum. And I absolutely do not regret missing that! her mind hissed.
 
She opened her mouth to give a flat denial, but hesitated. Was Twilight her marefriend? She was definitely a mare, Fluttershy was qualified to give expert testimony to that effect at this point, and she was definitely a friend but marefriend?
 
“I don’t have a mare friend,” she finally said, and Pinkie who had been waiting patiently seemed to take this answer in stride aside from a slight twitch in her eye.
 
“Then who’s pussy do I smell? Because it isn’t just yours, and its not mine!” she brightened, “Is it anypony I know? Come on, you can tell your old auntie Pinkie Pie!”
 
“I’m a year older than you, and I’m not going to tell you,” Fluttershy said, pulling the blanket up in a feeble defense from Pinkie’s inquisitiveness.
 
“So it is somepony I know!” Pinkie Pie leaned in uncomfortably close and maintained eye contact, “Is it Rainbow Dash? Wait…” she pulled back and adopted a studious expression, “it doesn’t smell tart enough to be Dashy. She tastes really sour, but in a good way ya know? Is it Rarity?”
 
“N-no!” Fluttershy was starting to get annoyed and flustered, “Pinkie, I’m not going to tell you! And even if I were, Twilight isn’t my marefriend!”
 
The words hung in the air, Fluttershy clapped her hands over her mouth as soon as she spoke them, letting the blanket fall to her lap. The warm air felt nice after the itchy blanket and Fluttershy was distantly aware of her nipples hardening and beads of warm milk appearing at the tips.
 
Pinkie took in a deep breath.
 
“Twilight?!” she shouted, “OHMYGOSH I’m so happy for you!”
 
The party pony jumped and clapped, and her bra lost its valiant campaign to keep her restrained as one breast pulled free exposing a dark nipple to the air.
 
“So how was she? What does her pussy taste like, I’ve been dieing to take a lick or twenty at it for, like, ever! Are you guys exclusive, because if not I’d still love to go down on her and-”
 
“She’s not my marefriend!” Fluttershy finally exploded, leaping to her hooves, “we just had sex! That’s all! And I probably ruined her by doing it!”
 
“Ruined her?” Pinkie arched an eyebrow, “You’re not that big, and they sell potions to tighten a mare up-”
 
“That’s not what I mean!” the pegasus snapped, her face felt scorching hot and soon she’d be too embarrassed to say anything, “I made Twilight act really, really,” she swallowed hard, embarrassment was winning the day but she was determined to say her piece, “s-slutty! Practically as soon as she saw this stupid thing she wanted me to do all these naughty things with her!”
 
“Soooo…” Pinkie said in an aggressively reasonable tone, “because Twilight likes sex, you some how made her enjoy sex?”
 
A dozen hot retorts came to Fluttershy’s mind, but none of them made it to her lips. As a general rule Fluttershy preferred to avoid confrontation whenever possible and she’d used up all her courage with the opening barrage.
 
Pinkie sat down on the couch and patted the cushion beside her.
 
“Sex isn’t bad Fluttershy,” the mare said. Her voice was missing the cheerful uptone that otherwise marked all conversations with Pinkie Pie, “sex is just sex.”
 
The pegasus did sit down, hunched up slightly and unwilling to look Pinkie in the face.
 
“I know,” her voice was a hoarse whisper, “its just…”
 
“Let me guess,” Pinkie said, “somepony told you that its a dirty nasty thing that only bad girls do? That it is something that only married mares and stallions do, and even then they feel really bad about it?”
 
Fluttershy nodded.
 
The party pony drew a little closer to Fluttershy and placed a gentle hand on her thigh.
 
“Its ok for Twilight to like sex, and sometimes its fun to be slutty but does that mean that’s all there is to a mare?” Pinkie framed her question in as gentle a way as possible.
 
“I don’t know,” Fluttershy whispered. She shivered at the touch, but more at the thrill of contact than from any sort of revulsion, “it all feels so right, but… well…”
 
“But most of your life somepony told you it was wrong,” Pinkie’s hand drifted lower and she watched as the pegasus lost a little of the tension in her body, “well they’re wrong, Fluttershy. I mean just look at me,” she giggled a little when Fluttershy obliged her. At some point both breasts had been shaken free from their prison, “I fuck alllll the time, but its not all I ever do! I’ve never been pregnant, and I’ve never caught something icky, or if I have it got cured the next day!”
 
One of the more practical applications of unicorn magic that was largely unspoken of in polite society was that more or less every know sexually transmitted disease had been eradicated, and if not eradicated then was at least easily contained then cured when a pony turned up with a case of something unspeakable.
 
Pinkie’s hand moved up Fluttershy’s thigh now, and the pegasus parted them slightly.
 
“And most of all I know that no means no,” her hand abruptly stopped moving, “if you aske me to stop I will, and I won’t hold it against you.”
 
In that moment, Fluttershy made a decision.
 
She grabbed Pinkie Pie by the shoulders and before the mare could react or her own inhibitions force her to stop, kissed her full and hard.
 
In the strictly literal sense this was not Fluttershy’s first kiss, but in a more important way it was. All those before had been either born of friendly affection or in the heat of the moment when lust rose up to obscure her thoughts.
 
This was her first kiss to actually mean something.
 
Pinkie Pie shifted in surprise for a moment, but soon threw herself into the gesture with the wild abandon that was typical of the mare and bore the pegasus to couch, where both promptly tumbled to the floor, Pinkie winding up on top.
 
She did not break the kiss, not fully. Instead the party pony simply moved it, her mouth leaving Fluttershy’s to move across cheek and jaw to the elegant curve of her neck.
 
She nipped, and Fluttershy gave a small squeak of surprise but even as she did Pinkie’s hand found one full milky breast and began to stroke up the slope to the damp tip.
 
“I always thought you were beautiful,” Pinkie whispered in the mare’s ear, following it with a soft giggle and another light nip as Fluttershy blushed, “you’re even prettier naked.”
 
The mare traveled down the pegasus pony’s neck, kissing and nibbling, her hands caressing and tracing over her body. Both could feel Fluttershy’s cock pressing hard and hot against Pinkie’s soft belly.
 
“Do you know,” the party pony asked as she reach Fluttershy’s collarbone, “how many ponies in town would like to fuck you?”
 
“N-no,” the pegasus choked out.
 
“Most of the town,” Pinkie began her journey along Fluttershy’s breast, supporting herself with one hand while with the other she began to stroke along her plump belly, “every stallion I’ve fucked, and probably half the mares.”
 
“H-how many?” Fluttershy asked, breathing hard.
 
“How many ponies have I fucked?” Pinkie asked, then extended her tongue to lick around the edges of the pegasus’s areola, swirling it slowly closer and closer to the milk dripping nipple, “I don’t keep track.”
 
With that she closed her mouth around the teat and began her work in earnest. Truth be told Pinkie had been wanting a taste of Fluttershy’s milk since she’d seen the damp patches on her shirt back in the bathroom.
 
She meant to take it slow and tease her friend for maximum effect, she really did. More than once when Misses Cake had been lactating she’d been able to pull it off, driving the mare just to the brink of orgasm through breast play alone, however the minute her tongue touched the bead of warm milk all intentions of bringing her friend a glorious boobgasm through teasing slow build up vanished.
 
Fluttershy’s milk, warm and sweet, was simply too good for Pinkie to resist fastening her lips around it and gulping down as much as she could. There was something about it, something unnamable that made the earth pony feel wonderfully relaxed and warm and safe.
 
For her part the pegasus had found herself deeply enjoying the act of milking herself every morning, even if it was dirty and made her unmentionable parts more unmentionable by virtue of their activity but that utterly pailed in comparison to the feeling of Pinkie suckling.
 
It wasn’t sexual, or at least not entirely sexual. The pleasure was more one of deep satisfaction, something peaceful and soft.
 
She reached down and stroked the soft curls of Pinkie’s mane and cooed softly as the mare nursed.
 
All too soon Pinkie left her breast, though not without a look of longing, then reached forward to pull Fluttershy into another kiss. It was an echoe of the ones she’d shared with Rarity and Twilight after they’d had sex, only she wasn’t being given a mouthful of salty seed but rather her own milk mixed with the flavor of Pinkie’s lips and mouth.
 
Pinkie smiled as they parted, and wordlessly went down once more, this time to Fluttershy’s rounded belly, licking or gently raking her teeth over the skin. She kissed at the pegasus’s bellybutton and continued lower to the pink pubic hair so that the mare’s maleness was pressing against her neck and into her mane as the mare nuzzled the patch of fur and breathed in her friend’s distinct scent.
 
Only then did she begin to work over Fluttershy’s maleness. Here she was able to work slow and deliberate.
 
At the base she simply nuzzled her friend, enjoying the smell of cock and cunt intermingling, letting her feel hot breath against shaft and swollen, heavy testes. She rose up a bit, now employing just the slightest of kisses to the turgid flesh.
 
Her hands were not long unoccupied, Pinkie cupped the mare’s hot, heavy balls in one, lifting them enough to brush her knuckle against the soaking wet lips of her cunt and the other went to work on that treasure.
 
Her fingers brushed against sensitive flesh without doing more in time with her kisses and now licks to Fluttershy’s shaft.
 
Above her Pinkie saw Fluttershy’s hand wrap around that rod and begin to pump. She moved up faster to catch them, kissing then sucking each finger into her mouth, giving Fluttershy a small preview of what was to come by lavishing them with her dexterous tongue.
 
Higher still, Pinkie reached the medial ring and teasing kisses and tiny dabs of her tongue became soft nibbling of the sensitive flesh and long loving licks. Below first one finger slid into Fluttershy’s female sex, then a second finding it wet and greedy, almost sucking them.
 
Then came the peak, the flared glans of Fluttershy’s stallionhood. Pinkie began to pump the fingers in her friend’s cunt fast while at the same time wishing she could get at her own. She worshiped the whole of it, her tongue flicking about the sensitive flesh just below the flare and making Fluttershy quiver, bathing the spongy surface in love and tonguing the urethra where salty precum was beginning to flow.
 
Pinkie looked up at the mare as she bathed her cockhead. Fluttershy had thrown her head back, she was panting and squirming, to Pinkie’s surpise milk was flowing freely from those beautiful teets.
 
She waited until Fluttershy looked up with her eyes watering and face contorted in pleasure, and then in one fell motion demonstrated why she was one of the best fucks in all of Equestria.
 
She drove herself down onto the mare’s cock till her nose was nestled in her pubic hair and the shaft was pushed down into her throat. The experience was always uncomfortable and dirty and demeaning and Pinkie Pie absolutely loved every second of it.
 
The party pony sayed down for as long as she could, the whole time sliding her tongue here and there over Fluttershy’s delicious cock, even poking it out to dab at her swollen balls.
 
Finally, she could bare it no longer and slid all the way up Fluttershy’s turgid flesh till she could breath again.
 
Pinkie resisted the urge to gulp down air, breathing heavily through her nose instead while keeping her lips on the very tip of Fluttershy’s cock, teasing the urethra with her tongue.
 
Fluttershy stared at her friend, shock and love writ large on her face. In between the time that Pinkie had deepthroated the marvelous stallionhood and then come up for air one hand had gone to a breast which she was kneading and pinching hard making milk squirt out.
 
The party pony smiled at her, she ducked down to suck the mare’s testes into her mouth and worship them with her tongue. For a moment she considered going lower, but with no small amount of regret left that tangy honeypot alone. Later she would show Fluttershy what she could do for a mare, but for now she contented herself with licking back up the shaft.
 
“Fluttershy?” she said, trying to make her voice sound sultry which was not entirely successful.
 
The pegasus looked up at her friend.
 
“Fuck my face,” Pinkie whispered and kissed the sensitive glans once more, “fuck it hard.”
 
“Wh-what?” there was a hint of panic in the mare’s voice.
 
“Stand up,” Pinkie ordered, but in a friendly way.
 
Fluttershy, not knowing what else to do, stood up so that Pinkie was looking her square in the cock.
 
“Now,” Pinkie began to stroke along Fluttershy’s shaft again. Pre cum was now pouring from her cock head in a gooey stream that made her mouth water, “you’re going to grab the back of my head and then use my face like Twilight’s pussy. I’ll tap your butt if I need you to stop, but…” she fluttered her eyes at the mare, “I’m really good at this.”
 
“Won’t that hurt?” Fluttershy still somehow contrived to cringe slightly while standing in front of the kneeling mare.
 
“A little,” Pinkie admitted, “but its worth it!”
 
Not willing to let her friend dither anymore, Pinkie wrapped her lips around the mare’s cock head and resumed lapping up the pre cum.
 
The party pony was something of a connoisseur of cocks (truth be told she had that in common with Rarity, though neither pony knew that at the time,) and she was prepared to rate Fluttershy’s taste as a solid A+, salty with both the taste of sweat and cum with an animalistic undertone that spoke of domination and power but not in a way that was overpowering. Helping this was the fact Fluttershy had the third biggest cock, in both girth and length, that she’d ever had the pleasure of pleasing, probably just behind Pokey Pierce though the blue ribbon still went to the aptly named Big Macintosh.
 
The pegasus trembled as she reached for the curly mane of the party pony. The last thing she’d ever want to do was hurt one of her friends, or any other living thing for that matter, but Pinkie seemed to want this.
 
Her fists balled in Pinkie’s mane, grasping soft, curly hair and then she took a deep breath and just like when she’d penetrated Twilight began to slowly push herself into the mare’s mouth.
 
There was a tap on her backside and Fluttershy swiftly pulled out.
 
“Not like that,” Pinkie scolded, “you gotta do it fast and hard!”
 
“O-ok,” the mare mumbled.
 
“Do it till you cum,” the party pony purred, “I’ll drink it alllll down…”
 
Positions were resumed and the moment Pinkie’s tongue touched her cock, Fluttershy thrust herself forward, pounding Pinkie’s pie hole so fast that her balls slapped against the mare’s chin.
 
The earth pony choked and sputtered and Fluttershy drew back with horrible, delicious slowness truly savoring the feel of Pinkie’s throat so tight and warm and wet around her length, pausing just long enough for the mare to take a breath before thrusting forward again and again and again.
 
“Its s-soooo goood…” the pegasus moaned as her speed picked up, slamming in and out of Pinkie’s mouth with force that would have had a lesser mare begging for mercy.
 
For her part, Pinkie thoroughly enjoyed being throat fucked good and rough. It wasn’t her favorite sex act by any means, but it made her feel so deliciously degraded. When you took a cock like that you could forget that you were even a person, just a hole to be used and discarded, a party favor.
 
Fluttershy’s initial assault had caught her off guard to sure, but aside from Big Macintosh she’d never met a pony who could just roll with a sudden invasion like that. Soon enough she was regulating her breathing in time with Fluttershy’s random rapid thrusts in and out and using her tongue to great effect.
 
Too great and effect as it turned out. The party pony would have preffered the rough treatment to have lasted longer, but she felt the pegasus growing tense and tight and then on an outstroke the cock erupted.
 
This was a lovely bit of serendipity. Pinkie liked being able to taste the cum, and taste it she did.
 
Fluttershy came like a firehose, her voice ringing out in time in a strangled cry of utter ecstacy as she pumped load after load into her friend’s hungry mouth. Each shot filled it up and Pinkie gulped it down as fast as she could, wishing she could savor the slimy texture and salty, chemical taste of the baby batter being pumped into her but that was not an option.
 
More and more came so that the cum was pushed out the corners of her mouth. She swallowed till she was full and then instead of pulling back to let her friend decorate her pink coat with its depraved glaze she grabbed Fluttershy’s buttocks and drover self forward.
 
With the length of the pegasus’s cock it felt as if that warm, sticky treat was being pumped directly into her stomach, filling it past fullness till she could feel it stretching.
 
Pinkie Pie was in heaven. She’d always found herself to be a bit more elastic than other ponies, and used this to great effect when it came to entertaining many ponies and she deeply enjoyed the feeling of her body stretching to accommodate any and all intrusions and now Fluttershy’s cum was filling and stretching her belly in the most delicious way.
 
Too soon though the flood of cum lowered to a river, then to a trickle then stopped. It was frustrating not to get off, but at least she had a belly full of delicious cum to show for her efforts and had made a friend very, very happy.
 
She continued to suck and lick at Fluttershy’s cock and as time passed and she nursed the last few drops of cum out realized with both joy and alarm that the mare was still rock hard.
 
Pinkie let the stallionhood fall from her mouth and stared in wonder at it. The length was slick with both her saliva and cum that had poured over it during the climax, and it still felt in her hands like a steel bar somehow pulsing with life.
 
For a brief moment the situation crystallized for the party pony. Her friend had been transfigured from a shy mare into some sort of sexual monster, powerful and insatiable. She wondered how much control Fluttershy truly had over herself, if the pegasus might throw her to the ground and ravish her again and again till she burst.
 
She leaned back from the mare, still panting and milk still flowing from her breasts, now more freely and thickly. The memory of its taste swam into Pinkie Pie’s mind and her mouth watered. Fluttershy tasted so very nice, even better than Misses Cake had.
 
The mare continued to sit on her haunches, mezmerized as Fluttershy looked down at her a began to take over the task of masturbating her still turgid member.
 
“Its still hard,” Pinkie breathed.
 
Fluttershy bent down and kissed her, hard. At the same time she pushed the mare to the ground so that she lay on top of her.
 
“Let me make you feel good, Pinkie” she whispered as she broke the kiss.
 
“O-okie dokie loki,” the party pony finally managed.
 
Fluttershy began moving down her in much the same way that she had done, but with more of a feral hunger. Fluttershy threw herself into the act, genuinely savoring the taste of her friend’s body as she kissed lips, cheek, jaw and neck.
 
Her hands stroked over Pinkie, always seeking more of her, from her chubby tummy to her soft, gropable breasts which Fluttershy spent a lot of time kneading.
 
She’d enjoyed the feel of Twilight’s in her hand, the way the firm flesh held beneath the pressure of her touch and the nipples had hardened against her bare palm but Pinkies were different. Not better or worse, but different.
 
They were far softer, more fat that Twilight’s. They encouraged a bit of roughness in Fluttershy so that she clutched and pinched rather than stroke and cup.
 
Pinkie was breathing hard at the treatment and beginning to sweat.
 
“H-harder,” she panted out and Fluttershy obliged her. She twisted and tormented Pinkie’s breasts and when her mouth reached them bit and nipped as much as she sucked.
 
Since the party pony lacked the sweet milk of Fluttershy’s breasts, she did not tarry long. There were so many other parts of Pinkie to please after all but it was with no small amount of regret that the pegasus let the mare’s teat fall from her mouth, now glistening with spit and the big, puffy nipple standing fully erect.
 
She moved across Pinkie’s pudgy stomach, now pushed out a bit by the cum and milk Fluttershy had fed her. The mare was gentler here. She kissed and licked, treasuring the feel of taugh skin and silky coat beneath her hands and the slight salt of sweat on her tongue.
 
The pegasus spent a long time at the cup of Pinkie’s naval, it was so wonderfully sensitive. Every flick of her tongue and nuzzle at it made the mare giggle or coo in a most delightful way.
 
Mares sound so nice when they’re happy, Fluttershy thought. Twilight had sounded so beautiful as her body shook with pleasure, Rarity had dropped into an animal purr and now there was Pinkie with her short sharp breaths, her giggles and the long drawn out “oooooo”’s that accompanied her feeling good.
 
It suddenly struck her to wonder what stallions sounded like when they were being pleasure. Whatever it was she was sure it would be wonderful and the mare knew that somehow she had to hear the sound of a Stallion lost in orgasm as his cock disappeared into a cunt or soft, warm mouth and if that would sound any different from one cumming as a cock was thrust into him.
 
Lower now, past the belly button and on the downward curve of Pinkie’s luscious belly. Here was found finally a problem. The party pony was still wearing her skirt.
 
Fluttershy growled and tugged at the garment and eventually was rewarded with it pulling sensually over the mare’s expansive hips, revealing the sky blue panties beneath. It was a truly breath taking sight, which combined with the feeling of her fingers working upon luscious hips and thighs made the whole ordeal worth it.
 
The revelation of those panties, now saturated with Pinkie Pie’s pussy juices was a marvel that Fluttershy would treasure for the rest of her days. From the sight of thick curly pubic hair poking out at every exit in luxuriant pink curls to the way that like her now discarded bra the panties were a size or two too small and highlighted the gorgeous shape of Pinkie’s puffy pussy.
 
She could see her friends clit, poking big and round against the damp fabric and it seemed that the party pony had been gifted with a pleasure button easily twice the size of any other mare.
 
An idea came into Fluttershy’s head. She did not remove the panties after the skirt had been pulled away, rather she lay forward.
 
Pinkie’s pussy was a treasure, something to be loved and worshipped. It would not do to simply tear away the fabric and begin licking.
 
She inhaled deeply as her head came to rest between the mare’s thighs.
 
Fluttershy scarcely noticed the musky, tangy scent now. It was all heavenly sweetness. A cunt was a work of beauty, something that needed to be licked and pleasured for all the joy it would bring to the owner.
 
Pinkie moaned and fidgeted to the feeling of the pegasus pony’s hot breath over her mound.
 
Fluttershy looked up at Pinkie, blue eyes met blue eyes.
 
“You smell really good,” Fluttershy said and kissed the inside of Pinkie’s thigh. The heavenly tang of cunt juice was there, Pinkie’s tasting slightly sweet and the pegasus realized that it must have been flowing the whole time they’d been together.
 
She extended her tongue for a long, slow, luxurious lap just to the side of Pinkie’s pussy, gazing up at the mare as she did so. Pinkie’s mouth hung open, she was drooling and kneading her breasts even harder than Fluttershy had, tugging at the nipples and grabbing great handfuls of the soft flesh that turned into a raking of nails over the skin.
 
The pegasus could not contain herself anymore. She licked from bottom to top Pinkie’s cloth covered pussy. At the clit she pushed herself in close, nuzzling the nub of nerves and making her friend moan beautifully. She bit the fabric, careful not to hurt her friend but also careful to ensure that she felt the pressure of lips and teeth against the parts where those would feel best and began to pull the sopping wet cloth away.
 
The revelation of Pinkie Pie’s pussy was if anything even more marvelous than the reveal of her panties. Her pubic hair was thick, curly and luxurious, a small forest of soft curls begging for fingers and tongues to run through it. Her clit was indeed quite large, bigger than Twilight’s and Fluttershy’s own at least, it practically begged for some pony to suck and nibble at it. Her pussy itself was fat, open and inviting. It promised pleasure and fun with its fleshy petals parted to show glistening walls.
 
“F-fluttershy…” Pinkie gasped, “w-what are you going to do?”
 
“I’m going to make you cum,” the pegasus promised.
 
“N-not my pussy,” Pinkie stammered.
 
Fluttershy frowned, but said nothing.
 
The party pony rolled over onto her chest, pushing her backside up into the air as she did so, her legs parted.
 
The pegasus starred as Pinkie grasped her buttocks and pulled them even further open.
 
“My ass has always been more sensitive,” she purred.
 
Fluttershy gaped, blood drained from her face and seemed to flow directly to her stallionhood.
 
“Pinkie, that’s… that’s” she swallowed and tried to tear her gaze away from the party pony’s pucker, which seemed to be winking at her, “so filthy!”
 
“I knowwwwww,” Pinkie purred, perversity positively dripping from her voice, “that’s what makes it so good.”
 
She shook her ass and Fluttershy watched mesmerized as the flesh wobbled and jiggled.
 
“I keep my butt real clean, Fluttershy,” she said in a low, seductive tone, “because I want every pony to be able to do what they want with it.”
 
Pinkie decided that her friend would need some encouragement to take this step. She reached back with one hand easily slid a slow finger into her hungry back door.
 
“It feels so gooood,” she murmured, “even better is when somepony licks it, and even better than that is a stallion with a, mmmm,” she poked a second finger in, “big, fat cock ruts me so hard back there and I feel him cum so hard into me.”
 
She pulled up on her asshole slightly, stretching it to give Shy a view of her insides which were admittedly immaculately clean. Trembling hands grabbed her buttocks, holding them apart.
 
“Coming around?” Pinkie asked, her voice trembling from anticipation as Fluttershy’s hot breath fell onto all of her most private parts.
 
“K-keep doing that,” the pegasus managed.
 
“You’ve got no idea how nice it feels to be filled like that,” the mare moaned, “its like you’re full of fire and strength and it just breaks down your miiiiIIIIINNNNND!”
 
Her voice rose sharply as Fluttershy made her move, a tentative probe not for the hole itself but to its edge, and then over that into the hot flesh with its earthy, bitter taste and Pinkie’s fingers.
 
The pegasus held the party pony and slowly, hesitantly began to lick her. She had just about gotten used to the idea of eating cunt. That was fun, and the taste divine in its own strange way. Fluttershy would happily eat out every mare in Ponyville now, but this…
 
There was something perverse in it, something terrible and filthy. It wasn’t even something that seemed like it should stimulate a mare and yet Pinkie moaned as she pushed deeper and grew braver.
 
It was lewd and degrading and everything Fluttershy had been raised to fear about sex and as that realization hit her the mare wanted more. She dove into Pinkie’s ass with gusto before finally emerging for a breath of fresh air.
 
“Do you want to fuck me, Fluttershy?” Pinkie asked in a breathy, teasing tone.
 
“Y-yes,” the pegasus was amazed. She did want to fuck Pinkie, wanted to fuck her hard in every hole, wanted to see the mare stuffed with cum and then to do it all again. She wanted to stuck her tits, lick her pussy and eat her asshole. She wanted to experience her friend’s flesh in every way she could.
 
“Any way you want to is fine with me!” Pinkie chirped, dropping seduction for simple happiness, “And you can cum anywhere you want!”
 
She wiggled her hips, “in my ass, in my cunt, in my mouth, on my face, on my tits, anywhere!”
 
“A-anywhere?” Fluttershy had her eyes on the treasure she’d been denied so far.
 
“Anywhere!” the party pony confirmed, “but if you do there is one teeny, tiny thing I’m going to need in return.”
 
“What?”
 
Pinkie whirled around and wrapped Fluttershy in another bone crushing embrace.
 
“You gotta forgive me for forgetting your birthday!” She practically wailed, “I still feel so super duper bad about that!”
 
Fluttershy extricated herself from the embrace and smiled at Pinkie. She’d needed that.
 
“Of course Pinkie,” she gave the mare a short, sweet peck on the cheek, “I’d forgive you no matter what.”
 
A dreadful thought crossed Fluttershy’s mind.
 
“Pinkie, you aren’t doing this just because you feel guilty for that are you?” she asked, a stony feeling building in her gut.
 
“Of course not you silly filly!” the mare exclaimed, “Its because I really, really like sex! And you!”
 
Fluttershy relaxed and smiled at her friend.
 
“So you’re still going to fuck me right?” Pinkie asked, and giggled when Fluttershy blushed.
 
“Yes, um, if you want to,” pegasus barely finished her sentence before Pinkie got down on her hands and knees again.
 
“Ready whenever you are!”
 
BREAK
 
Fluttershy gripped Pinkie’s pudgy hips and gnawed at her lip. It was so very, very tempting to simply plunge straight into her dripping honeypot, but she wanted to savor this. She loved the way the party pony’s coat felt, loved the way her flesh filled her hands and the warmth of her body, now slightly slick with sweat from the fun they’d already hand met hers.
 
She ran her cock in between the mare’s ass cheeks, and marveled at their mutual arousal. The earth pony shook and shuddered into her as she rocked her hips slowly forward, and her own organs were nearly in pain with the desire to fill the mare till seed was gushing out of her, and then to finish it by glazing her.
 
Finally she could bear it no more and Fluttershy drew back. She positioned her flared glans just behind the mare’s cunt. Her balls had never felt so heavy, so full a desperate to spill.
 
Inching forward she parted Pinkie Pie’s pussy and found it quite different from Twilight’s tight twat.
 
Her whole marehood was fatter, looser but not horrifyingly so. It made entry easier, like sliding into a favorite skirt or pair of stockings that one has been long familiar with. What truly amazed Fluttershy though was the heat and wetness of her friend.
 
She felt those sweet juices flowing around her as with agonizing slowness she pushed in and let out a low whine that she had not been able to taste them.
 
Pinkie’s breathing had become low and even. She maintained admirable control as Fluttershy entered her, though she had begun to drool a bit.
 
The mare lost control when the medial ring of her friend’s cock pushed past her pussy lips, and a long, lewd moan passed her lips.
 
An idea slid into Fluttershy’s mind at that sound. One hand, stroking and carressing left the party pony’s hip and drifted down and inward over plump belly and into the thick curls of pupic hair till the questing fingers found the over large button of Pinkie Pie’s clit, already being excited by the cock pushing in.
 
The lightest touch was all that was required to bring forth another of those animal moans, a primal urge to be rutted being given vocalization that hit upon some bestial part of Fluttershy’s mind and made her thrust harder and faster while issuing her own call, a low, hungry growl.
 
Pinkie’s moan rose, becoming an exultant, satisfied sound, nearly a purr as the mare’s cock slid in to the very base and balls slapped against wet cunt.
 
It was so lovely and warm and wet inside of Pinkie that for a moment rationality returned to Fluttershy in the form of her desire not to pull back, even for an instant and for her part Pinkie felt that special thrill she always did when something filled her so completely. True she would have preferred it in her backside, or even better to have a cock in both cunt and ass while another was thrust into her throat, but you can’t have everything.
 
At least not this early in the story, anyways.
 
Fluttershy sawed back and before Pinkie could voice her displeasure at no longer being full of wonderful stallion meat thrust home hard enough for her hips to slap Pinkie’s buttocks.
 
“Ooooooooohhh, Fluttershy…” she panted, “harderrrr, fuck me harder!”
 
Fluttershy did not need the encouragement. Even as her friend moaned her request the mare was building speed and soon she was thrusting in and out of the party pony as fast as her hips could pump, their flesh slapping together loudly with each stroke.
 
Pinkie Pie moaned and thrust back in time, meeting Fluttershy’s hips. She was panting hard and revelling in the feel of Fluttershy so deep inside her, even if it did make her belly full of milk and cum wobble in a slightly queasy way. She felt tension building, that feeling of electric tightness building around the warmth in her guts that would soon be broken and soon it was.
 
The tension broke and Pinkie screamed, exultant and wild as the tension broke and that warms flooded out in an electric storm filling every inch of her body with shivering, quivering pleasure and with every thrust in from her friend an aftershock of that initial burst sang through. Tears of joy and rapture fell from her eyes and her mouth hung open, her tongue lolling out as her scream turned into a lewd moan.
 
What little of Pinkie’s mind that could still think wondered how low before Fluttershy blew her load and how big it would be? She hoped it would be enormous, something that would fill and stretch her and maybe even push her over the edge a second time.
 
The second time came before Fluttershy did. This was pleasure to the point of naked absurdity, a tidal wave that annihilated thought and left a mare able only to moan and writhe and only then after her second orgasm did the pegasus pony’s wings flare out and her own voice let out a constricted scream.
 
Fluttershy came in a flood. It was like somepony had stuck a firehose up her and was filling Pinkie with molten hot cream and it came so fast and so much that Pinkie was able to actually feel her womb stretch and bulge to contain it all and when no more could fit, when her cunt was simply too stuffed it erupted around the sides of Fluttershy’s cock to run down Pinkie’s legs in hot gooey streams.
 
She nearly collapsed when Fluttershy withdrew her appendage, still hard and hot and spewing cum to land in glorious ropes across Pinkie’s back, on her buttocks and in her mane and tail.
 
More than that a river of it spilled out of her cunt to splatter on the floor.
 
This relieved the pressure somewhat without robbing Pinkie of the wonderful full feeling she was experiencing. She swooned and fell onto her her side so that the last few spurts of cum landed on her face.
 
For a long while she lay there, panting, drooling and so wonderfully full. In fact her return to thought was to get back on her hands and knees so that the cum wouldn’t be able to just spill out of her. There would be a time for that later, when she had panties on and was standing to feeling pouring down her legs and get super horny again.
 
Already she was planning, Mr. Cake was usually up for sloppy seconds, and Pokey Pierce enjoyed tasting a nice cream pie. She might even persuade Big Mac to pretend she was a stallion again and fill up her backdoor. True he didn’t cum as much as Fluttershy but…
 
“D-do you want to stop?” Fluttershy interrupted her reverie.
 
Pinkie looked over her shoulder and had to do a double take. Not only was Fluttershy still hard, but the mare was stroking her slimy cock, occasionally licking her hands clean of the cum and cunt juice that coated it.
 
She scrapped all of her plans and immediately decided to marry Fluttershy and retire from baking and parties to be the mare’s personal fuck toy, then scratched that plan because there was no way in heaven or hell Pinkie would give up baking, let alone being Ponyville’s premiere party planner.
 
“Of… of course not silly!” she panted, “let me get my breath back, ok?”
 
Fluttershy nodded and Pinkie’s eyes roamed over her hungrily. The mare was lathered in sweat, her cock and balls glistened with the products of their fun, milk flowed freely in streams from her breasts, occasionally spurting when Fluttershy brought a hand to her lips to lick up the mixed fluids from her cock. Her mane and tail were a mess, and her wings seemed to be twitching.
 
“I-is that a g-good idea, Pinkie?” Fluttershy asked, her voice pleading behind the question for Pinkie to give her permission to continue. The party pony looked down beneath her and let out a short surprised gasp.
 
Her belly looked positively pregnant.
 
The smart thing to do would be to call it a day. Pinkie and Fluttershy knew this in their bones.
 
I wonder how much more I can stretch? the party pony wondered. Nothing seemed to hurt after all, so it couldn’t be that dangerous to let, and if necessary beg Fluttershy to continue having her way with her. The full, tight feeling in her was simply too good.
 
“I’ll be alright!” Pinkie said with confidence she did not really feel. Her thighs shook and her knees hurt from the time she had spent on them, but she knew she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t take this chance.
 
“Well, um, ok,” Fluttershy murmured, “If you’re sure.”
 
Pinkie reached back and slapped her buttocks hard, pulling the cheek to give her friend a view of her handiwork.
 
The pegasus gulped and shook. The party pony’s fat pussy was still wide open and drooling cum in long thick strands. She shuffled forward, till her face was just outside of the messy mare hole and Pinkie could again feel hot breath on her cunt.
 
She moaned as Fluttershy buried her muzzle in the sloppy cream pie and slurped up the cum and mare juice therein.
 
Would Fluttershy take her cunt again? That idea had a certain messy appeal and Pinkie both wanted and dreaded it.
 
Instead, after gulping down several sloppy mouthfuls the pegasus moved up, licking along the party pony’s perineum to the puckered, winking entrance of her backdoor.
 
There was no hesitation this time, Fluttershy lapped at Pinkie’s ass like a thirsty animal, pushing her tongue in and moaning low and hungry. She licked up from there, to the very base of Pinkie’s curly tail.
 
She rose up, taking the fluffy apendange in her hand and pressing her face into it.
 
Like all of her, the party pony’s tail was marvelously soft, something you just wanted to be wrapped in, warm and safe and loved.
 
Fluttershy released the tail, stroking it lovingly as it left her hands and gripped her slimy cock. She guided it to her target and Pinkie Pie shivered when she felt the flared head slick with their mixed juices and again drooling precum press against her anus.
 
There was no slowness this time, not that Fluttershy was not as gentle as she could be in her lust addled state, but there was simply nothing left in either mare for more teasing and build up.
 
She slid into Pinkie’s ass at an easy, steady pace and gasped at the way the hungry orifice pulled at her as she invaded, taking her all the way to hilt so that her heavy, aching balls pressed into cum stuffed cunt.
 
“I-its s-so good!” the pegasus squeaked and all Pinkie could do was moan at the pleasure of having her back door stuffed.
 
Fluttershy bent down over her friend’s back to wrap her arms around the mare’s full, tight belly. She kissed Pinkie on the back of the neck and nuzzled her curly pink mane.
 
“How hard?” she whispered in the mare’s ear.
 
“As hard as you can,” Pinkie purred back.
 
Rutting the mare’s ass was shocking different than her cunt had been. If her cunt was a velvet flower, warm and soft and wet then her as was hot vice, desperately clamping down on the length of Fluttershy’s stallionhood and seemingly trying to pull her even deeper in. It made pulling back a form of exquisite torture.
 
It necessitated shortening her stroke, she pulled back till her medial ring popped out and then plunged back in hard and fast. On each thrust Pinkie squealed.
 
The mare had given up keeping herself up on her hands, it had been bad enough on her own and now Fluttershy was leaning against her, those perfect milky breasts pressing into her back and the mare’s breath in her ears, so she now rested on her breasts and arms.
 
She idly wondered in the midst of the blindly pleasure if Fluttershy would eat her ass after she came in it. The thought sent shivers down Pinkie’s spine which met the shivers coming up it with every thrust of the pegasus pony’s stallionhood into her ass.
 
Again it was the party pony who broke first, the stimulation, the pressure and that wonderful fullness all conspired and she came, but given how much she’d already been driven over the edge already it was percieved as a much more distant, almost sleepy sensation. The second was much more intense and when the third broke she was nearly incoherent with fatigue, pleasure and a sort of full body soreness that accompanies a vigorous workout.
 
Fluttershy noted all of this, and it worried her. She did not have enough experience to realize that Pinkie was still pleasured but exhausted and so she didn’t quite know what to make of the still pleasant, but much more subdued sounds her friend was making.
 
She hugged Pinkie tighter, kissed her and murmured soft nonsense words in her ear as she increased the tempo of her thrusts into the hot tunnel of her ass. It was a truly extraordinary sensation to be filling that hole, and she wondered what other ponies would be like. She’d have to find a way to broach the subject to Twilight next time she and the mare had an encounter.
 
Finally the pressure began to get to her and Fluttershy’s thrusts became faster and harder, her voice became a growl.
 
“Pinkie, I’m going to cum,” she snarled, “I-I’m going to cum inside of y-you.”
 
She panted, hot and frantic, her breath sweet and heavy in Pinkie’s nose. Frankly the mare was amazed that she could smell anything other than sex, and then was amazed that she could still think enough to have that thought.
 
She used the last of her strength to push her backside into Fluttershy’s thrust, desperately trying to take more of her stallionflesh.
 
“Do it,” she hissed through clenched teeth and was rewarded with a moan from Fluttershy full of release and ecstacy as molten cum sprayed into her and painted her insides white. The hot goo blasted up into her with staggering force, a feeling at once glorious and sickening and when Pinkie Pie’s final orgasm hit and she threw back her head and screamed the edges of her vision went black and filled with stars.
 
She shook and trembled as load after load of steaming seed was pumped into her willing body. She could feel herself stretch, feel her body fill and expand in ways it was never went to.
 
Pinkie groaned and bucked as her body filled to the point of pain and Fluttershy pulled out.
 
The party pony flopped down to floor completely and found that this now necessitated falling only a few inches before her belly, now comically swollen with her friend’s cum, hit the floor. Her last sensation before losing consciousness was of seed being blasted against her backside.
 

 
When Pinkie awoke she was laying on her back in Fluttershy’s bed, her belly still bulging obscenely. She was, to her warm, sleepy pleasure, still sticky with Fluttershy’s cum, still naked and still wonderfully, sinfully full.
 
She ran a hand over her taut stomach and reflected that even Misses Cake hadn’t looked this pregnant before the birth of the twins.
 
Pinkie righted herself and moaned at both the ache that filled her whole body, and the feeling of cum pouring out of her cunt and ass. She clenched those muscles as well as she could and found a mirror to examine herself.
 
The party pony grinned. She’d never been drop dead gorgeous the way Rarity or Fluttershy were, but by her estimate she looked a good deal sexier than they with her bulging belly and cum caked thighs, tits and face. She licked her lips, then the rest of her face clean and went to find Fluttershy.
 
The mare was downstairs, cleaning up their mess. Pinkie had half expected her to be doing this in some excitingly lewd manner, but no. Fluttershy was using a boring old mop, was fully clothed and aside from the noticeable bulge in her skirt seemed perfectly normal and content.
 
The bulge got considerably larger when she looked up and saw Pinkie Pie, and the mare thought she spotted just a hint of growing dampness around the nipples.
 
“Are you feeling alright, Pinkie?” she asked, a bit bashful and hiding half way behind her mane.
 
Pinkie stretched and let more seed drool down her legs.
 
“I’m a teeny bit sore but otherwise great!” she shot her friend a wicked smile and a sly wink, “that was the best fuck anypony has thrown my way in ages.”
 
Fluttershy blushed and smiled.
 
“I had fun too,” she said, “we should do it again sometime.”
 
Pinkie nodded and almost suggested five minutes from now in Fluttershy’s bedroom but in a rare moment understood that it was best to leave the subject for now.
 
“Is it alright if I use your shower?” the mare asked and Fluttershy nodded.
 
Ten minutes later, she joined her.
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Fuck, that was a long read.  
Worth it.  
Put it on fimfic or something, where it’ll get some proper attention.  
just get it proof read first, lotta typos.
Spindles
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You really did a great job. Finding stories where the characters are written with these sorts of “proportions” can be hard (so busty/thick ><). I hope to see more from you in the future.
smashcraft2

This, no joke, is probably the single greatest clopfic I’ve ever read. Deliciously and tactfully written. If you haven’t already, stick this glorious smutload on fimfiction.
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@smashcraft2
 
@Awesomeness  
You flatter me. I am but a humble porn smith, and the fact I have managed to bring anyone even a little titillation with this is thanks enough for me.
 
On that note an update: I do not know when to stop! I’ve begun work on a third chapter of this, and have plans to devote one to each of the girls, and possibly Big Mac and the Princesses. Next up to bat is Rainbow Dash, and while I have some idea of where I want to take it, I’m interested to hear if anyone has any specific kinks they’d like me to work in.
Spindles
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Wallet After Summer Sale -
Friendship, Art, and Magic (2019) - Celebrated Derpibooru's seventh year anniversary with friends.
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@gasmaskangel  
I’m interested in seeing how you write the next part on your own, especially seeing as the last two parts have been so great. I expect you will write something I really like regardless of my input. ^^
 
If I had to subtly offer something for consideration, though, maybe Shy could do with a little more “endowment” in both the rack and her sack (hah). Like, she’s already somehow become larger for some reason (and milkier) as a part of her change, so I wouldn’t mind if she became a little bustier and longer as time went on. If not over time, maybe even temporary during the heat of the moment. I sort of loved having the two thickest characters in one chapter, so now I’m just imagining your description of all the jiggling and bouncing going on with Shy as the parts go on, especially with Celestia (Imagine how Shy would look by then). >///< (Totally drawing plump HooterShy in the future)
 
I expect you probably already have your plan ready to go, though. So don’t mind me, I just figured I’d mention something seeing as you asked. Looking forward to your next chapter. Thanks! :>
ActiveListener

Yo! Damn sexy fic, I thoroughly enjoyed it, and congrats on getting fanart from Kevinsano! I’mma point out some typos you could correct, if I may.
 
 
>Granted, both measured their drinks in barrels but the principal was the same.  
That should be “principle”, not “principal”.
 
>She kissed and licked, treasuring the feel of taugh skin and silky coat beneath her hands and the slight salt of sweat on her tongue.  
It looks like you meant to write “tough” or “taut” or something but accidentally wrote “taugh”.
 
>laying in bed  
>laying on the couch  
>laying there  
>laying on her back  
All of these should use “lying”, not “laying”. This chart is a good help with this sort of thing.
 
Also, the “Mrs.” in “Mrs. Cake” is rarely, if ever, spelled out. You should just write “Mrs.”, not “Misses”. You didn’t spell out “Mr. Cake” as “Mister Cake”, after all.  
I’ve only ever seen “Mrs.” spelled out when it’s used as a noun, not as an honorific. The noun “missus” (this spelling is preferred over “misses”) is used pretty much in the place of the noun “wife”, e.g., “The missus is in bed.”
 
>“Now,” the librarian sat up, “back to business.  
>“Anyway you want to give it to me is fine, Fluttershy,” she lay back again with a lazy, satisfied grin, “I figure I owe you that after you, well, you know.”  
>“Pinkie, that’s… that’s” she swallowed and tried to tear her gaze away from the party pony’s pucker, which seemed to be winking at her, “so filthy!”  
>she shot her friend a wicked smile and a sly wink, “that was the best fuck anypony has thrown my way in ages.”  
The verbs “sat up”, “lay back”, “swallowed”, etc. can’t be used to attribute dialogue as if they were speaking verbs like “said” and “whispered”. “Fluttershy”, “grin”, and “sly wink” should be followed with periods, not commas; the “she lay back”, “she shot”, and “that was the best” should each start with a capital letter. And another thing: “Pinkie, that’s… that’s” looks naked without any punctuation before its closing quotation mark. You should probably follow the second “that’s” with an ellipsis; it’d show that Fluttershy isn’t done with her sentence, but pausing in the middle of it to swallow.
 
>”Its alright, Spike,”  
>”Its… its alright,”  
>“Its alright, Pinkie,”  
>But self, it feels pretty warm, and its a really warm day out so maybe we shouldn’t do that because its really mean to make a pony take off all her clothes unless she wants you take off her clothes!  
>I suppose its not really correct advertizing since I’m also happy to go down on mares, or let stallions fuck me, but I don’t really think that’s Misses Cake’s problem you know?  
These “its”s should be “it’s”s, and most everybody spells “advertising” with an S, not a Z.
 
>“Well its important to see how much your mind has been affected, frankly you pretty much seem to be yourself, just with, you know, a penis,” Twilight scratched her head with the pencil she was using to take notes, “now, before that thing showed up, how often did you masturbate?”  
>she paused and seemed to be going over what she’d just said, “as long as its ok with the pony you love of course.  
>Because it isn’t just yours, and its not mine!” she brightened, “Is it anypony I know?  
These sentences contain both misused verbs and misspelled “it’s”s. The fic probably has more instances of both of these two types of errors, so keep an eye out for them as you edit.
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Been a while since I had anything to share with you all, but I have been hard at work.
 
First off, the third chapter is already at more than 10,000 words, because I am nothing if not someone who desperately tries to cover up his own flaws by burying them under a mountain of just so many fucking words you could scream.
 
At any rate I have decided to split the third chapter into two and the rough draft of the first part is in fact done, however it is in at least as rough a shape as the other two and honestly I’m not as happy with it.
 
I’ll go ahead and post it if people ask, because frankly as long as it takes me to write it is even longer if I you wait for me to edit.
 
So cast your votes: get the rough draft here and now or wait until the heat death of the universe for me to finally edit the damn thing?
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@gasmaskangel  
Take your time, man. You’ve done a wonderful job with the previous stuff. In my opinion, I don’t mind waiting if you aren’t satisfied with it just yet. No rush. I’m sure a lot of us follow your thread now (I know I do) so we’ll eagerly await the update in the future.
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