[MWF] Teatime With Fluttershy


                                            >”I-I guess the weather ponies put a bit more ‘umph’ into this snowstorm than they were letting on, huh…”

                                            >Fluttershy eyed the snow flittering against the cottage window with worry.

                                            >She mumbles to herself, letting out a whine.

                                            >”Oh, maybe we should just cut our teatime short for today. I don’t want you walking back home in a blizzard...”

                                            >You wave your hand, pouring yourself more of the Oolong blend.

                                            “Bah. It’s just snow. Ponyville’s winter doesn’t seem all that bad… So far, anyway.”

                                            >Fluttershy’s ears fold back, and you spy her staring into her teacup.

                                            >You hold back the sigh rising in your throat.

                                            >Seemed it was ‘that time’ again.

                                            >Sooner or later, during these little teatime meetings Fluttershy always insisted the two of you share, there’d come a point where the little pegasus just seemed totally adamant on getting you to leave.

                                            >It increasingly hurt your feelings moreso than you’d care to admit.

                                            >You just didn’t understand.

                                            >Were you being awkward?

                                            >Did she feel the conversation had run its course?

                                            >Perhaps Fluttershy was reverting to her supposed ‘old habits’ from before you were around, only capable of handling socialization in spurts?

                                            >It confused you as much as it scratched your pride.

                                            >If she didn’t want to hang out, then fine, but why continue inviting you so often?

                                            >As far as you were aware, she really only held tea parties for Discord, her animal friends, and yourself.

                                            >You caught yourself staring at the mare across from you, idly repositioning herself in her seat.

                                            >She had to be uncomfortable.

                                            >Part of you wanted to call it quits then and there; take her up on that offer of graceful escape to give her whatever peace of mind she now felt had been lost.

                                            >The accompanying lull of dialogue cemented it for you.

                                            >Yeah, you've worn out your welcome.

                                            >Again.

                                            >The disappointment can’t be held from dipping into your voice.

                                            “ ‘Take you up on that offer, actually. It is getting late after all.”

                                            >It’s barely past 5pm.

                                            >You see her demeanor change entirely, even if she tries hiding it.

                                            >”I’ll get your coat!”

                                            >She plants her hooves on the table, intent on standing, but her widening eyes stop her in her tracks.

                                            >”A-actually, I’m, uh, feeling a little sore. I’m sorry…”

                                            >She throws in an ‘ow’ to punctuate.

                                            >Insult worms it’s way in with the rest of those confusing feelings plaguing your mind.

                                            >You just curtly nod, moving toward the door.

                                            >If she was going to invite you out to do this every other day, why act like this?

                                            >You know she’s not the best at socializing- her friends alone made that plenty clear to you, as if you couldn’t tell yourself.

                                            >But still, if this was her way of politely asking you to fuck off, then she was doing a bad job with it.

                                            >You don’t hear her sigh of relief after you close her door.


                                            >Another day, another gentle knocking at your door.

                                            >Maybe she just liked routine, and you’re a ‘safe’ choice for small talk.

                                            >Or something.

                                            >Your distaste from the day prior still lingered, bolstered by the many repeats of Fluttershy toying with you in that past.

                                            >Nothing better to do on a Sunday but sip tea and stare at the mice scampering across the cottage’s rafters, sure, but this increasingly passive-gaslighting you felt soured your outlook on the meeting significantly.

                                            >All the same, you answer the door and lean against the frame, still trying (though perhaps, failing) to mask your grumpiness with a monotone polite face.

                                            “Morning Flutters. What brings you around?”

                                            >She peers up, looking just chipper, in that way only she can pull off.

                                            >”Good morning Anon, I was just wondering if you’d like to come by the cottage again for some tea? I-I don’t have any special blend or anything today, just the usual, but if you’d like I’d- um, appreciate the company.”

                                            >About as standard as her proposals would come.

                                            >You hold your tongue longer than normal; both a consequence of still chewing on those disheartening thoughts and mulling over how she might feel if you said no.

                                            >Seeing her demeanor shift from hopeful to the slightest bit worried knocks you from thought.

                                            >Fucking Anon, too weak to say no.

                                            “... Sure. Want me to come over now, or give it a few hours?”

                                            >Just like that, she’s lit up again.

                                            >”Oh! Now, if it’s not a bother. Better to get all we can out of a day this pretty, right?”

                                            >You peer around her, and out across the gently powdered Equestrian fields.

                                            >The not so far off Whitetail Woods carry loose piled snow on it’s bare branches, and the gray sheets of cloud up above hold back the worst of the sun, giving the world a filter that’s very easy on the eyes.

                                            >It’d make for a good walk back home, should Fluttershy pull that shit again.

                                            >You decide that, if she does, then this will be the last teaparty you agree to for a while.

                                            >You take your first steps outside that morning, leading the way as the little pegasus takes her place at your side.

                                            “Agreed. A gentle overcast is my favorite kind of weather.”

                                            >Fluttershy nods eagerly, letting out a grateful sigh as she scans the horizon.

                                            >”Mhm. It’s that perfect temperature where the animals can all go about their business without much intervention on my part. I love to help them, I really do, but I can’t always be around to guide them you know?”

                                            >Fluttershy goes on discussing her critters as the two of you leave a set of steps in the light snow, a breadcrumb trail toward her cottage.

                                            >As you walk, you notice the still-fresh imprints of what must’ve been Fluttershy’s hooves on her way to your house.

                                            >You keep up conversation with her, but to keep an eye on her initial path.

                                            >She’d made a straight bee-line to your front door.


                                            >”... A-Anon… didn’t you, um didn’t you say you had something to had to do today? I, um, would really hate if I was keeping you from, well, d-doing that.”

                                            >You purse your lips, the smooth warmth of Flutters’ tea unable to combat the bitterness welling up in your mouth.

                                            >This surely must’ve been the fastest time yet for Fluttershy to abruptly clam up and cut off conversation.

                                            >Things had been going so well too, or at least you thought as much.

                                            >Were you not seeing something?

                                            >You didn’t think you had misspoke, or committed any faux pas.

                                            >This kind of thing never happens with any of your other mutually-shared friends.

                                            >You answer a bit more sternly than you would’ve liked.

                                            “No.”

                                            “I did not.”

                                            >Fluttershy’s eyes bloom open with surprise, as does the blush that paints her face.

                                            >You didn’t want to be rude, you really didn’t, but fuck.

                                            >It’s not fair to mess with someone like this.

                                            >What’s her angle?

                                            >Why’s she always beating around the bush?

                                            >”O-oh. I-I must’ve, um, misheard you then. N-nevermind.”

                                            >You watch her body language retreat inward, planting her hooves inbetween her inner haunches.

                                            >She hunches her withers, nearly bowing her head in penance.

                                            >Though her body says a lot, her lips say nothing, and that’s not enough to justify this for you.

                                            >What the fuck man.

                                            >You’re not walking away confused again.

                                            >You begin with a sigh, leaning on the table with your elbows folded.

                                            “Fluttershy, what’s going on? Maybe I’ve been missing something, but I don’t get this.”

                                            >She peers up at you with that trademark pout, her mane flowing over her face and obscuring an eye.

                                            “If I’m missing some context on Equestrian social cues, please let me know. I just-”

                                            >You stop for a moment, catching early a rise in your voice.

                                            >The last thing you need is to come off as aggressive and shut down any chance of getting any answers out of the shy pegasus.

                                            “I just don’t understand what the point of this is. You invite me over all the time, talk for an hour or two -good talks I think- and then it all just ends, sometimes even mid-conversation. Please, what am I doing wrong?”

                                            >Fluttershy doesn’t miss a beat, still peering through her cascading pink mane in her balled-up sitting position.

                                            >”Y-you’re a tease.”

                                            >...

                                            “... I’m sorry?”

                                            >”You’re a tease, Anon.”

                                            >”I, um, know I’m probably not the best at this, but I’m unsure how to lay it on any thicker without just getting up on this table and presenting myself.”

                                            “... What?”

                                            >Fluttershy mumbles out “fucking- fine,” which that alone would’ve been enough to get you to spittake had you sipped your tea, but her actually planting her forelegs up on the table and revealing a fucking splotched tree trunk of fully-erect horsecock legitimately had you rubbing your eyes to make sure what you were seeing was real.

                                            >So you do.

                                            >It’s still there after, and idly jumping as Fluttershy tenses, the pegasus melting with embarrassment.

                                            >It’s real, to say the least.

                                            “... Hm. Yeah, uh,”

                                            >Collecting your thoughts is a lot harder now with this fucking battering ram staring you down.

                                            “There’s definitely some context I was missing.”

                                            >Fluttershy’s on the attack now.

                                            >”H-how could you have missed this? This!? It’s huge, Anon! How could you not smell it!? I-I’m sorry, but I don’t buy that for a moment. I-I’ve been, ngh, blue-balling myself for months now thinking you just weren’t ready, hoping that you didn’t just want to be friends!”

                                            >Flutters repositions herself, standing taller than you’ve ever seen her before.

                                            >It sends her pale shaft undulating like a metronome.

                                            >Certainly the heaviest metronome you’d ever seen.

                                            >While even from your sitting position you still had the current height advantage over her, you felt about as small as a sheep before a wolf.

                                            >”But our conversations are always only ever about the animals, or the tea, or, or- agh!”

                                            >She stomps the table, nearly knocking over your cup and you scurry to stabilize it while keeping direct eyesight with that beast between her thighs.

                                            >Like fuck, that fucking thing might spit at you if you make a wrong move.

                                            “I-I know I’m not good at this stuff, so you’re right: You have been missing something. Here it is.”

                                            >To your brief mortal horror, Fluttershy fully mounts the table; approaching you with a stern face still burning with embarrassment, and that fat marecock weighing heavy as it approaches.

                                            >Staring down at you now, with her wings fully flared out like a valkyrie with an exceptional spear, she presents her ultimatum.

                                            >”... A-are you still interested or not.”

                                            >Jesus Christ, you flinched.

                                            >You’d never heard Fluttershy raise her voice like that, or put so much energy behind her words.

                                            >She even tapered down at the end there, the emotion quickly giving the stage back to the overwhelming embarrassment.

                                            >Shy, but ballsy enough to still flash someone she was interested in.

                                            >... Fuck, you hadn’t even considered THAT yet either.

                                            >... FUCK, YOU HADN’T EVEN CONSIDERED HER BALLS YET EITHER.

                                            >They’re like fucking swan eggs, and they hang loose and wide behind the base of Flutters’ trunk, the excess skin making up her sac spread taut where the balls rest, and even those tense and jump as Fluttershy collects herself, as if holding herself back from outright assaulting you.

                                            >You’d caught glimpses of them in hindsight, admittedly, but you just thought they were her teats!

                                            >She never raised her tail to give you a good view!

                                            >Far be it from Fluttershy to give too many tells.

                                            >Or fuck, seemingly none at all in your case.

                                            >Maybe you just are retarded after all…

                                            >Either way, you’d brought this upon yourself.

                                            >Though you’d absent-mindedly stumbled yourself to this crossroad, here you were.

                                            >You weren’t opposed to a relationship with Flutters, but you really, REALLY, didn’t think the question would be raised like this.

                                            >You fucked up.

                                            >Worse yet, you’ve silent for a while too, staring at everything Fluttershy had to offer.

                                            “I… C-can we… can we take, like, one step back? Maybe two?”

                                            >Fluttershy begins to move backward.

                                            “That’s not what I-” you pinch the bridge of your nose “okay, no.”

                                            >”Oh.”

                                            >She quietly apologizes, but quickly redoubles on her ultimatum, not wanting to give up her current power.

                                            >”I… N-no. I want an answer first. I’m tired of being toyed with, tired of needing to immediately r-rub myself the moment you leave.”

                                            >She’s REALLY not making this whole ‘thinking’ thing easy.

                                            “... I guess that alone answers my original question. Okay,” now it’s your turn to look up at her.

                                            >A stern-faced, beet-red humiliated pegasus looks back at you.

                                            >Clearly interested enough to not let this chance slip by, even if it yields the answer she doesn’t want.

                                            >Interested enough to act so brash, to go out on a limb and see if the truth outright is the better choice over hiding her secret.

                                            >This was the Fluttershy you’d caught only glimpses of in those passing initial conversations, what hooked you to keep coming when she asked, even after you thought she was just fucking with you.

                                            >An interest may not be love, of course, but it might be a start.

                                            >One hell of a way to start, though.

                                            “... Yes. I’m interested. Not in this,” you (carefully) touch a finger to her tip, eliciting a sharp inhale from Flutters “but in you.”

                                            >You quickly sputter “I-I’m interested in this too, I mean, I think? T-that came out wrong. It doesn’t matter, uh, is my point. To me. Yes.”

                                            >Flawless execution, Anon.

                                            >Your finger is still pressed against her tip.

                                            >Fluttershy holds the stare for a few moments longer, her eyes searching somewhere deep for something.

                                            >She certainly knows how to put someone in the hot seat, credit where it’s due.

                                            >Perhaps she’s looking for some unspoken confirmation that your answer isn’t just out of fear, or an assurance that you’re not still reeling from the shock and gave whatever answer might save your hide.

                                            >Regardless, she does break the stare, and her taut muscles ease with sweet relief.

                                            >Fluttershy sighs heavily, still carrying much of her past emotions, but it’s clear they’re now on the way out.

                                            >”... I guess we’re both pretty bad at this, huh?”

                                            “Guess so.”

                                            >You share a quiet laugh at the absurdity of this all, before your eyes trail back down to your finger.

                                            “So…”

                                            >Fluttershy catches on, but makes no movements of her own.

                                            >Infact, it feels like she tries to subtly get that finger to cover some more surface area of her flared tip.

                                            >It’s subtle, but you notice.

                                            >”Y-you can, um, take your finger off of it, if you want to. Not that I want you to! Well, it’s, well, your choice.”

                                            “Maybe, you oughtta get down from the table and sit beside me.”

                                            >”G-good idea.”

                                            >She opts for your lap instead.

                                            >It’s an interesting display of maneuverability, but not quite agile enough to keep Flutters’ fifth leg from giving you a few pokes saying hello.

                                            >Making herself comfortable, she fully relaxes into your chest, and your arms are quick to cradle her haunches.

                                            >For stability, of course.

                                            >Repositioning yourself, you spill back against the cottage lounge couch with a lean, angling the two of you to look out of a nearby window at the snowy landscape.

                                            >Flakes were falling again now, and this time thankfully, you knew Flutters wouldn’t be sending you away before the storm picked up.

                                            >The two of you enjoy a few good minutes of content silence, the only noise from any passerby animals pursuing their way through the livingroom.

                                            >A python in particular makes it’s way across the carpet, a family of mice riding along his scales.

                                            >A very common sight in the cottage, how Fluttershy got all of these creatures to get along is still a mystery to you.

                                            >Still, you notice the python peer up at Flutters, and hiss something out.

                                            >Fluttershy only nods, a cute smile curling on her lips.

                                            >The mice cheer, and the python continues on it’s way.

                                            >Something tells you that they were talking about you.


                                            “So… um, Flutters.”

                                            >”Hm?”

                                            >The pegasus had been close to falling asleep on your chest, and while you certainly wouldn’t have minded being alone with your thoughts for a while to chew on all this…

                                            >Fluttershy’s cock had shown no signs of, well, retreat.

                                            >Especially in this position, what with her laying on her back against you, and her legs flared out.

                                            >She was certainly giving that veiny monster air to breathe.

                                            >It didn’t bother you, at least, not visually, but you recall from those dick pill commercials back on Earth that a prolonged erection was a bad thing.

                                            >It hadn’t been four hours or anything, but…

                                            “Couldn’t help but notice your member is still at full mast.”

                                            >She answers rather matter-of-factly “Mhm? I can feel yours getting there, too.”

                                            >Ho jeez, she really doesn’t play fair.

                                            “R-right, but… we’re not doing anything with it. Does it usually stay hard until you, um, deal with it?”

                                            >Even in her chill state, you see her contented smile turn coy.

                                            >” ‘We?’ “

                                            >She REALLY doesn’t play fair.

                                            “I mean, well, yeah. If we’re gonna move to this next level, that’s surely going to become a, um, prevalent aspect of the relationship, no?”

                                            >Fluttershy stretches, flexing her lower body, and sending her girth swaying.

                                            >She either noticed your staring, or wanted you to start staring, because she flexes her cock hard now, making it slap audibly against her belly a few times.

                                            “F-fuckin’ hell… You can really make that move when you want it to.”

                                            >Admittedly, you still weren’t too sure how you felt about her having a dick yet, but even with that in mind, it was hard to not awe at her displays.

                                            >Just what she wanted, you’re sure.

                                            >Her subsequent proud smile and giggle just oozed confidence now, a side of Fluttershy that seems more and more eager to show itself.

                                            >”Well, you’re not wrong. It’s usually just more of a bother if I don’t deal with it when it crops up. Gets in the way, you know?”

                                            >”Plus… If you would like to ‘deal’ with it, you’re welcome to.”

                                            >Her eyes widen and suddenly she’s on the backpedal.

                                            >”Oh, w-well I mean, only if you want to. I don’t want you to think I’m some f-floozy, or that I’m taking this all too fast, or-”

                                            >Her own gasp cuts her off, as your hands shift to meet at the base of her marecock.

                                            “Don’t worry about it, Shy. I think ‘too fast’ is kinda out the window for us now anyhow. We’re writing our own rules at the moment.”

                                            >You interweave your fingers together to the best of your ability around her mass, and begin a slow rise to her tip.

                                            >”Agh… likethesoundofthat…” She mumbles out, pressing her head against your upperchest.

                                            >”Doesn’t, mh, help either that I didn’t get the chance to deal with it this morning. That’s why I was trying to end things…”

                                            >She can’t quite pull it off at this angle, but you get the gist that she’s trying to make eye contact with you.

                                            >”I’m sorry for that, by the way. And for every time I did it in the past. I just always figured it wasn’t going to happen after a certain hour, and, and being so close to you, taking in your scent… It’d drive me wild. I wasn’t sure what I’d do if you stuck around when those feelings really started coming on.

                                            “Apology accepted. Knowing what I do now, that makes much more sense. I’m sorry for being so blind, and forcing your han- er, hoof to present yourself so boldly like that. I know that couldn’t have been easy.”

                                            >Fluttershy laughs through her sigh, “sweet Celestia, it was NOT.”

                                            >All the while, you’re increasing your tempo between her haunches.

                                            >It’s not as bad as you expected at first.

                                            >Infact, it comes pretty naturally.

                                            >You’ve had plenty of practice with this sorta thing in the past, after all.

                                            >Transferring your hands to a partner just meant you had some tricks up your sleeve.

                                            >You keep up a steady pumping flow along Fluttershy’s cock, infrequently pausing at certain positions on her meat to give a gentle squeeze, or dipping down to her base for a full rub, before bouncing back up to tease her tip.

                                            >Perhaps a slow ride, but judging from the look on Fluttershy’s face, she didn’t mind.

                                            >”T-those hands feel even better than I could’ve dreamed, ngh…”

                                            >She even mumbles out another guilty swear, biting her lip afterward.

                                            >From this position, she was nothing more but putty in your hands.

                                            >Lots of putty, sure, but all the same.

                                            >Watching her hind leg absentmindedly kick at the air was giving you ample encouragement to continue, as were her increasingly husky moans.

                                            >Fluttershy was losing the battle of holding in all her cute little noises.

                                            >One of your hands moves off of her splotched cock, sliding down her coat with crawling fingers, until it reached those warm nuts weighing against your own cock.

                                            >It wasn’t long before Anon Jr. was free from his own prison, but he wasn’t the star today.

                                            >Instead, your cock flexed and pushed up against Flutters’ fat nuts as your free hand occupied itself with her sac, eliciting another round of sharp gasps and stifled moans from the hung pegasus.

                                            >”O-oh my, I can really feel you now, Nonny…”

                                            “Perfect.”

                                            >You were playing Fluttershy like an instrument now, squeezing your hand overtop her many bulging cock veins while fondling her sac with the other.

                                            >The act of giving alone felt like it was getting you close, you had to imagine Fluttershy wasn’t too far behind.

                                            >”Ah, ah! F-fuck, m-my butt, o-or my cunt, i-it’ll be right under my balls, stick your cock in, Anon, please.” She huskily breathes out, eyes beginning to roll up to the heavens for more reasons than to just see your face.

                                            “I- s-shit, you have a pussy too? I mean, fuck, stupid question.”

                                            >Even still she can find the power to laugh.

                                            >”I-it’s, ngh, understandable Nonny, but please!”

                                            >You briefly remove your hands from Flutters’ privates and shift them to her ample rump, squeezing into her cheeks to lift and reposition her just enough to find those hot, winking lips.

                                            >You hadn’t even realized, too caught up in your own devices, but Fluttershy had soaked you from your belly button down.

                                            “M-might have to wash these cushions after this…”

                                            >Lining yourself up, you gently lower Flutters’ onto your cock, that trooper going boldly where no human cock had gone before.

                                            >It might be outmatched by Fluttershy’s, but just because she’s a hunk doesn’t mean you’re a slouch either.

                                            >The penetration sparked another cascade of sounds from the pegasus, and now she did not care who heard.

                                            >A few warning shots nearly hit the ceiling as Fluttershy’s dam began to burst.

                                            >You weren’t in much position to really thrust, so you opted for a gentle undulation while Flutters’ cunt eagerly milked away at you, and you returned to your original mission.

                                            >”A-aah~! T-too much, Anon! I-it’s too much!”

                                            >Your muscles were burning now, pumping with both passion and intent.

                                            >Your tempo had increased, and you tightened your squeeze on the Fluttermeat, holding on for dear life her hips spasmed, bucking both against your hands and your cock.

                                            >You had to hook your legs overtop her own, or else she may actually take flight.

                                            >Her tip had supplied ample pre-cum lube by this point, spilling down over her girthy shaft and your hands alike, coalescing in a slick puddle between your legs.

                                            >”A-anon! A-ANNONN~!”

                                            >You press your lips into her mane, peppering her head with kisses as Fluttershy hit her true climax, pumping glob after glob of hot cum onto the couch, your legs, and the floor as she still feverishly grinded.

                                            >”H-holy fuck…” She sighed out, breathing like she’d just run a marathon.

                                            >Whatever pretense of politeness Fluttershy lived by normally were, understandably, not present at the moment.

                                            >You had watched at least 8 separate shots leave her cock before you stopped counting, and even still, those were just the ones that were particularly eye-catching.

                                            >It’s not everyday you see a mare turn into a fountain.

                                            >Still, what remained as Flutters’ bucks died down were plenty ample, and her thick loads pooled out from her cock, seeping down along her length and leaving behind a comfortable warmness in their wake.

                                            >”A-anon…”

                                            >That was about all she could get out.

                                            >You might’ve fried her brain just a little bit.

                                            “Mmh… Feel better?”

                                            >Fluttershy lazily rotated a forehoof in the air, mumbling… well, something that was probably words.

                                            >”Issastart…”

                                            “Good.”

                                            >The mare cuddled up in her grip, still gently grinding herself on your crotch.

                                            >Wait, what?

                                            “Did you say, ‘it’s a start?’ “

                                            >Flutters nods, her eyes flittering shut.

                                            >Her cock was still presenting itself proudly for you.

                                            >... Fuck.