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Mates, Room

By Uh-hmmm
Created: 2020-12-20 18:56:10
Expiry: Never
anonfluttershyclopsmut

  1. > When you showed up in Equestria, you were initially mistaken for some sort of mutant bear
  2. > To be fair, you had just woken up from a long nap, and were slightly hungover from interdimensional travel
  3. > Your clothes were fried, and you lost most of your body hair in the transit
  4. > You'd have felt a bit like a terminator, but mostly you were grumbling, trying to find some aspirin
  5. > Long story short, you are now Fluttershy's roommate, and everyone is really sorry about the torches and pitchforks, really.
  6. > This morning, you are wearing nothing but an apron as you cook breakfast
  7. > Living with naked ponies has largely desensitized you to nudity, and it's comfortable
  8. > You hear quiet hoofsteps coming down the steps
  9. "Good morning, Fluttershy. Want some breakfast?"
  10. > You glance over your shoulder
  11. > She doesn't meet your eyes, but that's hardly unusual
  12. > "Um, how about some... dessert first?"
  13. > Then she licks her lips
  14. > You have just the thing
  15. "Well, I do have pancakes. With butter and syrup, that's pretty close."
  16. > She frowns, but then reconsiders
  17. > "It'd be a shame to dirty a plate just for this. Why don't I eat off of you instead?"
  18. > Good thinking, one less dish to wash
  19. "Sounds good! Let me just get out of this apron."
  20. > It feels good to lay on the floor, and the pancake is warm
  21. > Fluttershy scoots it a little further down your flat stomach
  22. "Something wrong?"
  23. > Fluttershy looks you straight in the eye
  24. > "Call me mistress. Um, if it's not too much trouble."
  25. "Oh, so your last name is Tress? Funny how it just never came up. Anyways, eat up, Miss Tress!"
  26. > Fluttershy pours the syrup over the pancake, the excess flowing between your legs, gathering where your penis lay against you
  27. > "Oh, I'm so sorry, let me just... clean you up..."
  28. > She lowers her muzzle and laps at your hardening member
  29. "Uh, Fluttershy?"
  30. > She stops immediately, and glares at you
  31. > "I said, call me mistress. Um. In case you don't remember."
  32. "Sorry, Miss Tress. But you don't have to do that, I'll be taking a bath anyways."
  33. > She glances at your sticky length, then sighs
  34. > "I guess I won't then."
  35. > Then Flutte- you mean, Miss Tress brightens up a bit
  36. > You will have to try today her name more often, so you can remember it
  37. > She delicately cuts the pancake into little pieces
  38. > The butterknife edge feels kinda funny across your stomach, but you don't complain
  39. > Then she sets to eating, her tongue pushing into your stomach, trying to get under the piece of pancake
  40. > She maintains eye contact the entire time
  41. > Too cute, like she's asking permission
  42. > Miss Tress puts a hoof on either side of the pancake, her right hoof perilously close to your breakfast sausage
  43. > About halfway through, she lifts her head
  44. > "You like this, don't you? You d-dirty human."
  45. "It's kinda nice, Miss Tress. I'm thinking we could do this every morning, and I could shower afterwards. Then I can be your dirty human, and we won't have to worry about dishes. What do you think?"
  46. > She turns her head, hiding behind her mane
  47. > "I-it's good that you know your place. I-if you have nothing better to do."
  48. > She fidgets, and her hoof brushes against your cock
  49. > You decide not to mention anything, even as you get a full erection
  50. > You don't want to make it weird
  51. "Speaking of which, the pancake is getting lukewarm. You might want to finish that, Miss Tress."
  52. > She smiles at you
  53. > "You are such a good boy."
  54. > Then the licking and probing resumes, her gentle tongue lapping up the pieces slowly, savoring each bite
  55. > She almost looks disappointed when the last bite disappears
  56. "Well, off to the shower for me. See you in a bit."
  57. > Fluttershy latches onto your leg
  58. > "Don't go! I-I mean, we sh-should shower together. Your Mistress commands it."
  59. > Your Miss Tress?
  60. > You didn't realize how close you two had gotten
  61. > You ruffle her mane
  62. "Anything for my Miss Tress."
  63. > She blushes and looks away
  64. > You chuckle and head off to the shower
  65. > As you walk, poor Miss Tress can't seem to match your pace
  66. > Every few steps she speeds up and her snout bumps against your butt cheek
  67. > Cute
  68. > In the bathroom, you bend over to turn the hot water knob
  69. > You hear a splash, and idly wonder what Fluttershy is doing at the sink
  70. > Once the water is suited to your preferences, you step under the spray with a sigh
  71. > Fluttershy joins you in a moment, some sort of scrubbing pad around her hoof
  72. > "Will you let me wash you? I mean, let me wash you, m-my pet."
  73. > How nice of her
  74. "Thank you, Miss Tress."
  75. > She shyly presses the pad against your stomach, making slow circles and leaving behind suds
  76. > You lose yourself in the sensation, letting her ministrations soothe you
  77. > Then she starts rubbing the pad against your erection
  78. > Your eyes snap open
  79. "Miss Tress?"
  80. > She's really getting into it, that coarse, slippery material doing a number on your curtain rod
  81. > Fluttershy fixes you with an intense stare
  82. > "This is for your own good, m-my p-pet."
  83. > You guess she is serious about personal cleanliness
  84. > You try to be quiet, but it's been a while since anyone else touched you down there, let alone in a shower
  85. > You feel something start to build
  86. "M-miss Tre-"
  87. > "Hush, don't you worry your little head."
  88. > That's exactly what you are worried about
  89. > You groan as it all becomes too much
  90. > Your cock fires off a salvo or two, and only then does she slow her scrubbing
  91. > You look down to see some white spattered across her mane
  92. "I'm so sorry, Miss Tress! I didn't mean to-"
  93. > She shakes her head
  94. > "Don't worry, my pet. You can clean me after I'm done with you."
  95. > That does make you feel better
  96. > Fluttershy swipes as high as she can, but it barely reaches the middle of your chest
  97. > She frowns, then gets up on her hind legs
  98. > Even then, she only scrubs so high
  99. > In the end, Miss Tress has to be almost pressed up against you to reach your shoulders
  100. > This sandwiches your cock between the two of you, and it gets harder as she shifts her weight slightly
  101. > How can a pony be so oblivious?
  102. > Well, you're not complaining
  103. > After a few more moments of that, all that's left is your head
  104. > The pony pours some shampoo on her scrubbing pad, and lifts up her forehooves
  105. > "Pick me up, um, if you have time."
  106. > Too cute
  107. > You lean down and get a grip under her thighs
  108. > As you lift her up and she straddles your stomach, a problem occurs to you
  109. > You have a mad boner, and right now it's prodding the cleft of her buttocks
  110. > Crap
  111. > Well, she's been oblivious so far
  112. > Then she starts wiggling around, lathering your hair with shampoo
  113. > Her rear slides down a little, her flanks stroking your cock with her every little movement
  114. > Then she stops, and you groan
  115. > Miss Tress taps you on the shoulder
  116. > "You can let me down, if you want. It's time for you to rinse."
  117. > You sigh
  118. "Yes, Miss Tress."
  119. > She giggles as you set her down on the tiles
  120. > As you lower your head into the spray, you try to ignore the almost painful erection you have
  121. > That done, you turn to her
  122. "Your turn."
  123. > Fluttershy gives you the pad, and you set to scrubbing her down
  124. > There are a few times it gets awkward
  125. > When you scrub her chest, even though you know nothing is there
  126. > When you get to her teats, she has to prod you to continue
  127. > You try to ignore the sounds she made then, but your boner heard them perfectly
  128. > When you got to her flanks, she almost growled to get you to scrub then firmly
  129. > Finally she spreads her legs
  130. > "Don't get soap in there, um, that would be very bad. Just stir it around in there, that should be enough."
  131. > She can't be serious
  132. "So I just stick my fingers...in there?"
  133. > Miss Tress looks at you over her shoulder
  134. > "You sh-should use something th-thicker. L-like a rod, or a sausage, or a, a thing. D-dangling thing. Um. If you want. That is, your mistress commands you. Please?"
  135. > How can you say no?
  136. "I understand, Miss Tress."
  137. > You spread her cheeks a little and guide your rod in between, butting up against the pearly gates
  138. > You slowly press forward, her delicious warm welcoming your aching member, inch by inch
  139. > She whimpers and pushes herself further on your dick
  140. > As you hilt, you shift your grip to her hips, that soft flesh giving way beneath the pressure of your fingers
  141. > "I'm y-your pancake~."
  142. > What
  143. "What."
  144. > She starts to buck her hips, and any further words are torn from your mind
  145. > "Fill me with your sweet,"
  146. > You thrust in rhythm with her
  147. > "Sweet,"
  148. > Both of you are panting now, your water slicked bodies moving together, heated beyond the steam that fills the bathroom
  149. > "Syrup."
  150. > As you gaze down at her roiling body, her wings erect and glistening, her long, wet, elegant mane plastered to her head, you start to suspect she likes you more than as friends
  151. > As her whimpers turn to groans, still quiet and small, but filled with need, you think you like her too
  152. > You lean down along her back, and whisper in her ear
  153. "I love you, Miss Tress."
  154. > All at once, you are buffeted by her stiffened wings
  155. > Fluttershy's pussy clamps down around you, its muscles spasming in waves
  156. > You groan as your cock unloads rope after rope of cum deep inside her
  157. > You end up spooning on the floor, letting the shower spray unheeded across your recovering forms
  158. > You hug her against your chest, exulting in her softness and warmth
  159. > As the two of you relax in spent euphoria, you idly wonder what her fetish could be
  160. > Might be fun to make it a guessing game

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