A Show Worth Watching(Fluttershy&Futa Twilight)


                                            >Oh today is going to be such a wonderful day

                                            >You’re surrounded by all kinds of ponies are getting ready to watch the Wonderbolt’s air show.

                                            >And the best part is, your best friend Rainbow Dash is among them.

                                            >There not much that could make this day better.

                                            >While everyone waits for the show to start, you noticed Twilight is slightly swaying from side to side.

                                            >At first you chalk it up to her being excited.

                                            >But the longer the show takes to start, the more you notice Twilight just can’t keep herself still.

                                            >And why is her cheeks red?

                                            >It’s not really hot right now, and there is a pleasant breeze keeping everything cool.

                                            >Maybe you should ask her.

                                            “Um, Twilight, are you alright?”

                                            >It took her a moment, before she answers.

                                            >”Hm, oh, I’m fine Fluttershy, why do you ask?”

                                            “Oh, okay, it’s just you’re fidgeting a lot, and you look a little flustered.”

                                            >”Oh that, I’m just hyping myself up for Rainbow Dash’s performance, no problem here.”

                                            >She gives you a reassuring smile, easily putting your fears to rest.

                                            >”MARES AND GENTLE COLTS, FILLIES AND FOALS OF ALL AGES, LOOK TO THE SKIES, AND BE PREPARED TO BE AWESTRUCK BY THE INCREDIBLE FLYING PROWESS OF THE WONDERBOLTS!”

                                            >You hear a resounding cheers as the Wonderbolts comes soaring into view.

                                            >They dip low, as they come towards the stands.

                                            >They maneuver into a hard bank right, easily keeping in formation.

                                            >Unfortunately the sudden gust of air knocks you of balance, making you fall against Twilight’s body.

                                            >Luckily she was sturdy enough to catch you.

                                            >”Woah, are you okay Fluttershy?”

                                            “Y-yeah, thank you Twilight.”

                                            >Twilight wraps her forelegs around your waist, before helping you up.

                                            >Although she doesn’t let go when you’re sitting up right, and she gently press her body against yours.

                                            >You also feel this weird fleshy thing on your flank.


                                            >You were going to ask her to let go, but the announcer talks about a stunt you just missed, so you decide to get your mind off of trivial things, and pay more attention to the show.

                                            >But it doesn’t take long before another distraction to rears its ugly head.

                                            >Twilight starts to grind against you.

                                            >Rubbing that thing in circles against your flank.

                                            >You try to move away, but Twilight locks you in place, and pull you back closer to her.

                                            >You’re about to say something, when Twilight kiss the nape of your neck, and you feel her magic enveloped your vagina.

                                            >You almost let out an eek, but Twilight seals your mouth shut.

                                            >”Shh, no need to make a scene Fluttershy.” Her whisper is lace with lustful desire.

                                            >”I’ll make both of us feel good by the end of the show.”

                                            >Her grinding becomes more intense, and her magic is rubbing away at your marehood.

                                            >Your heart beat increases, as your eyes dart around frantically.

                                            >Not a single pony even pays attention to you.

                                            >It isn’t long before your body starts to betray you.

                                            >Feeling that familiar warmth spread across your vagina.

                                            >Trying to resist the rising pleasure, your body shudders.

                                            >Twilight keep kissing your neck all the while.

                                            >Each one getting longer, and she suckles a little harder each time.

                                            >You’re sure that the flesh under your fur is covered in hickeys.

                                            >You couldn’t help, but moan inside your mouth.

                                            >Twilight removes the spell around your mouth, and moves her magic around your clit.

                                            >”Now rise up just a little bit.”


                                            >Going against your better judgment, you comply.

                                            >Lifting your butt off of the seat.

                                            >Twilight angles you, so that whatever she was rubbing against your flank moves down.

                                            >You feel a flared tip pressing itself against your marehood.

                                            >And in that moment you figure out what it is.

                                            >But it far too late to stop anything from happening.

                                            >As Twilight slams you down into her lap.

                                            >Your vagina swallows her penis completely.

                                            >You let out what you could guess is a very loud cry.

                                            >But the Wonderbolts did another stunt, causing the crowd to cheer in tandem with your cry.

                                            >Twilight rest her head on your shoulder, and begins to thrust her hips.

                                            >It starts off slowly at first.

                                            >Seemly trying not to make too much movement.

                                            >But the more she thrusts, the more she gets into it.

                                            >Eventually she throws caution to the wind, and picks up her pace.

                                            >Her thrust is now being accompanied by faint slaps of the flesh.

                                            >Twilight’s breath is hot against your chest, and you can see her eyes are close.

                                            >It’s getting increasingly harder not to just give in, and let the pleasure consume you.

                                            >But your good ol paranoid self just couldn’t let that happen.

                                            >Your eyes slowly scan the area around you.

                                            >Until they stop on a filly.

                                            >Who’s full attention is on you, and Twilight, with her hoof pressed deeply into her thighs.


                                            >You blood turns to ice, as you discover that you two have been discovered.

                                            >It’s obvious that Twilight is unaware of the little filly, as she keeps her momentum going.

                                            >Feeling that you need to get some control, or at least tell Twilight to stop.

                                            >You try to pull yourself away.

                                            >This was a mistake however.

                                            >As Twilight halts your attempt to move away.

                                            >And as punishment, she harshly thrusts into you.

                                            >The sudden force cause you to groan.

                                            >But this time there isn’t any cheering to cover it up.

                                            >”Fluttershy, dear, are you alright?”

                                            >Rarity voice pierces the vail clouding Twilight’s mind, causing her to stop.

                                            >Oh what to do, what to do?

                                            >Swallowing a hard lump in your throat, trying to get your breathing under control, and you turn to address her.

                                            “Oh… umm y-yes, I-I’m um perfectly fine Rarity.”

                                            >She doesn’t buy it.

                                            >”Are you sure?” “You look awfully flustered, and you’re panting like a dog.”

                                            >You try to come up with some kind of cover story, luckily the announcer call out the final stunt of the show.

                                            >The crowd goes into a frenzy cheering and shouting for the Wonderbolt’s final act.

                                            >Twilight takes advantage of this new cover, resuming her thrusting with renewed vigor.

                                            >It’s a good thing Rarity went back to looking at the show.

                                            >Or else she would have saw you moan loudly among the cheers.


                                            >Twilight was no longer wasting time.

                                            >She is going faster as time went on.

                                            >Frantically rushing towards the end.

                                            >You could feel her magic press against your clit grow stronger.

                                            >Rubbing, and squeezing the sensitive button for all it’s worth.

                                            >You quickly turn your head back around, and cast your gaze at the ground.

                                            >You feel yourself quickly reaching your peak, and you’re now visibly gasping and moaning.

                                            >Twilight doesn’t seem too far behind.

                                            >Her penis twitching madly inside of you.

                                            >The announcer says something else, but the two of you is too far gone to care.

                                            >You’re on the cusp of your orgasm, when something causes the crowd to gasp and cry.

                                            >Doesn’t matter, having an orgasm.

                                            >Your muscle stiffen, your hooves grasps the bench, and your vision goes blurry.

                                            >If the announcer, and the crowd wasn’t so loud about whatever was happening.

                                            >Heads would turn if they weren't so worked up about something, as you rear your head towards the sky, and scream.

                                            >“I’m cumming!”

                                            >Twilight finally hilts you one more time, her penis pulsating, before it unleashes pent up cum into your womb.

                                            >She only pauses for the first rope of cum to shoot into you, before she continues rutting you.

                                            >Your vagina tries and fails to get a firm grip on Twilight’s member, so it can wring out the rest of her load, but she ignores your body’s desire to be properly bred.

                                            >She starts to slow down, as her orgasm winds down.

                                            >With one last thrust, Twilight hilts you one last time, her penis throbs weakly, as the last bit of cum drips into your womb.


                                            >Twilight weakly clings to you, as you both slowly float down from cloud nine.

                                            >The both of you gasping for air.

                                            >You feel Twilight’s penis soften, and it naturally leaves your body with a ‘plop’.

                                            >The poor bench underneath you is cover in Twilight’s excess cum, painting it white.

                                            >In your haze, you remember the filly that was looking at your illicit activity.

                                            >You turn your head, and see her.

                                            >She has reached her own orgasm, when you don’t know.

                                            >But all the telltale signs are there.

                                            >Her face is flush red, her body is trembling, with her left hind leg still kicking every now and then.

                                            >The filly notices you staring at her, and with a weak smile, waves her right hoof at you.

                                            >You hear Twilight gigging, as she hugs you.

                                            >”I think we gave her a better show to watch wouldn’t you agree Fluttershy.”