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/flaremare/ My Little Futa: Autumn Flutters

By BlondieAnon
Created: 2022-10-10 02:23:04
Updated: 2022-11-08 12:19:22
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  1. 1.
    >"Ooooh... Anon, I... pwuuaaaahhh..."
  2. 2.
    >It started off as an occasional help
  3. 3.
    >"S-so good..."
  4. 4.
    >Then it became daily
  5. 5.
    >"G-guh, Anon..."
  6. 6.
    >Now?
  7. 7.
    >This is the fourth time today
  8. 8.
    >"Fuuhh... s-suck my nuuuuuts. Ooah, Anon! Suck my nuts! Suck my nuts!"
  9. 9.
    >From the tight curl she's putting herself into, her flare is scraping so deep down your throat that the only attention her orbs are getting involve slapping so hard against your eyes and forehead that you're seeing stars
  10. 10.
    >Or is that the near two minutes of not being able to breathe?
  11. 11.
    >You came half a minute into it, time may as well be a fairy tale
  12. 12.
    >"My nuts! Anon, they're gonna... aa-ahh-ahh?!"
  13. 13.
    >Your body knows that sudden hike in her voice
  14. 14.
    >Your instincts keep you just slack enough
  15. 15.
    >If you try to stop her, the front hooves on your chest will hold you down
  16. 16.
    >The mare lets out an obscene, guttural groan and sprays more than enough seed into your belly to impregnate a dozen mares
  17. 17.
    >Her preputial ring goes beyond your teeth, effectively locking you in place
  18. 18.
    >Things are getting hazy
  19. 19.
    >You first worried that you were going to die
  20. 20.
    >Now?
  21. 21.
    >You almost welcome the dark depths
  22. 22.
    >You've simply accepted that all of your life's achievements meant nothing
  23. 23.
    >That you were born to simply be this creature's pl-
  24. 24.
    >Pop
  25. 25.
    >From your chest to your lips, you feel a sudden loss that almost makes you regret her unsheathing her lance
  26. 26.
    >You gurgle as your body attempts to remember how to obtain oxygen
  27. 27.
    >It only leads in nearly a pint of flare juice to pour from your mouth
  28. 28.
    >As if it wasn't enough of a humiliation, the expelled substance blinds you
  29. 29.
    >As if you could see to begin with
  30. 30.
    >"Ohh... ohhhh... o-oh my! Anon, a-are you ok?"
  31. 31.
    >Fluttershy sounds genuinely worried
  32. 32.
    >She's always so caring
  33. 33.
    >So affectionate
  34. 34.
    >But as soon as she gets aroused, she becomes some...
  35. 35.
    >Thing
  36. 36.
    >"I-I'm sorry, winter is coming and... and I read that it would help me a lot if I got it out of my system before the first snow fall! Y-you understand, don't you? I-I would do the same to you, I promise!"
  37. 37.
    >And she has
  38. 38.
    >But due to the repeated violations, your body almost reacts more positively to her raping your gullet than to you bending her over and telling her that you're going to get a set of foals out of her
  39. 39.
    >A fair exchange, given she has effectively "marked" you
  40. 40.
    >No other mare-flared or not-will even look you in the eye beyond a greeting or a request
  41. 41.
    >You're still unresponsive
  42. 42.
    >You feel a long tongue begin to clean your face
  43. 43.
    >"Ohh... mmm... heh, tasty."
  44. 44.
    >Her tongue finds your mouth sooner than later
  45. 45.
    >The kiss almost always revitalizes you
  46. 46.
    >You return the affectionate gesture as well as you can
  47. 47.
    >Which is to say you let her suck on it and nearly devour the sensitive organ
  48. 48.
    >You retch, your body flinching to regain some semblance of autonomy
  49. 49.
    >Though your vision is muddled, you can see enough of a blur of yellow and pink to know she's right there
  50. 50.
    >"You really are the best, Anon. This time... I, I think I really am empty for the day!"
  51. 51.
     
  52. 52.
    >She gives you her best smile, complete with an embarrassed squee
  53. 53.
    >You've never seen her be satisfied at only four
  54. 54.
    >The lowest amount she's gone for an entire day, since you've reached that sort of level in your relationship with her, is seven
  55. 55.
    >Thankfully if you get a jump on her, you can force out two by pounding her yellow pussy
  56. 56.
    >She has a hair trigger when you treat her like she's a doll for you to break
  57. 57.
    >But when you're on your back and she finds an opportunity...
  58. 58.
    >You try to reply but you fail to form words
  59. 59.
    >Your hand somehow finds her chest
  60. 60.
    >You pat it, admiring her coat
  61. 61.
    >It anchors you to the returning reality
  62. 62.
    >You swallow as hard as you can
  63. 63.
    >You've nearly lost your voice
  64. 64.
    "...you did this on purpose. Now I don't want lunch."
  65. 65.
    >Her only answer is a giggle
  66. 66.
    >She looks relieved
  67. 67.
    >But you see it
  68. 68.
    >That glint in her eye
  69. 69.
    >If she were one iota more worked up
  70. 70.
    >If she cared about you one degree less
  71. 71.
    >She would not have stopped until you suffocated
  72. 72.
     
  73. 73.
    https://derpibooru.org/images/2959234 Art by HappyHarvey
  74. 74.
     
  75. 75.
    >"Ohh... oh, Anon! Anon!"
  76. 76.
    >Late nights are fun
  77. 77.
    >Depending on how satisfied Flutter is, she's easy to ambush
  78. 78.
    >And you want to get a little revenge
  79. 79.
    >"Anon, I'm a bad pony! A very bad pony! I-I'm sorry!"
  80. 80.
    >You have her bent over your lap
  81. 81.
    >Her pony rudder has been drooling for minutes
  82. 82.
    >Her yellow sack has been tightening and relaxing since you grabbed her
  83. 83.
    >As much as you want to punch her cervix, you've kept yourself calm enough to merely spread her labia
  84. 84.
    >Over and over
  85. 85.
    >If you're feeling generous enough, you meet her winks with a hard push from your palm
  86. 86.
    "What is your count for today?"
  87. 87.
    >Your voice is quiet, almost like hers
  88. 88.
    >But you have her to thank for that
  89. 89.
    >Most recently was maybe two hours ago, right before dinner
  90. 90.
    >She distracted you with a supposed squirrel sighting
  91. 91.
    >Instead, she called you her squirrel and stuffed your cheeks
  92. 92.
    >Your jaw still hurts
  93. 93.
    >"S-seven! I-I'm sorry Anon, you feel so good!"
  94. 94.
    >She's enjoying this
  95. 95.
    >Even if you gag her, she'll make far too many noises
  96. 96.
    >Why not play along?
  97. 97.
    "You're a naughty little pony, Fluttershy... did you see how your friends acted? Twilight said your sheath looked raw. She knows that you're a chronic pony creamer."
  98. 98.
    >"N-no! Ohh no, not Twilight! She'll never look at me the same way again!"
  99. 99.
    "And Rarity... good lord, Fluttershy! Did you see the look she gave you when she said you didn't say you didn't have a special somepony? That even hurt me..."
  100. 100.
    >"B-b-b-but you aren't a pony, you're an--EEP!"
  101. 101.
    >Without warning you plunge three fingers into her pussy
  102. 102.
    >Your thumb bullies her flexing clit
  103. 103.
    >"C-c-cumming, Anon! Bad pony cream, bad pony cream!"
  104. 104.
    >She emits a long, loud whine that jumps in volume with every twitch
  105. 105.
    >Her flare nearly triples in width and sprays onto her bedroom floor
  106. 106.
    >Spurt
  107. 107.
    >Splurt
  108. 108.
    >Splat
  109. 109.
    >Her nuts clench into her body while she makes a puddle big enough to be a severe hazard
  110. 110.
    "Good girl, Flutter... good girl. Pinkie would be proud."
  111. 111.
    >Though futa mares are rare, Pinkie Pie shares Flutter's unique condition
  112. 112.
    >Because of it, she's the only one who doesn't seem bothered by her borderline seasonal lustful madness
  113. 113.
    >Hers happen to be at the start of spring
  114. 114.
    >"D-don't say Pink--uuugh...!"
  115. 115.
    >The pegasus shudders
  116. 116.
    >A surprise rope of cream shoots out with an audible landing
  117. 117.
    "Why's that? Are you jealous your little marbles won't compare?"
  118. 118.
    >Flutter may have a lot more to show, but it requires her to grow
  119. 119.
    >Pinkie Pie?
  120. 120.
    >It's all out and nearly impossible to hide
  121. 121.
    >You've noticed how self-conscious she is when she gets compared to more heavily packing mares
  122. 122.
    >Time to capitalize on it
  123. 123.
    "Maybe I should spend more time with her... would you like that? I could make a new friend."
  124. 124.
    >Her only answer is a frantic whinny
  125. 125.
    >Though she sprayed her load, you've added a fourth finger
  126. 126.
    >If it wasn't for her clit, you would be wearing her like a glove
  127. 127.
    "What's that? If you don't speak up, I'm gonna start spending the night with her..."
  128. 128.
     
  129. 129.
    >"No-o-o-o~ Unh, unh, ahhn!"
  130. 130.
    >Flutter's eyes start to roll into the back of her head
  131. 131.
    >The longer you violate her, the more her slack jawed expression turns into gritted teeth and some form of almost pained grimace
  132. 132.
    "Gonna make you cum again and again... then I'm gonna fill you up, but I won't go down your throat. I'm gonna go inside of this little yellow pony pussy. And you're gonna have a big, swollen belly and EVERY pony is gonna know what I did to you. Just like when they always see what you do to me."
  133. 133.
    >The more you talk, the louder and harder she huffs through her nose
  134. 134.
    >You don't even think she's capable of listening to you
  135. 135.
    >Just your voice at all is setting her off
  136. 136.
    >You grab a fistful of cotton candy mane and yank her head back as far as it'll go
  137. 137.
    >The position makes her almost look like a ballerina
  138. 138.
    "Every time you sunk your sword down my throat? I'm going to cum in you five times for every time I nearly drowned in your syrup."
  139. 139.
    >The violent penetration has led to her letting out a nearly ear-piercing "EEEEE"
  140. 140.
    "Fluttershy!"
  141. 141.
    >Your hand rips itself out of her pussy
  142. 142.
    >It spasms, oozing mare juice
  143. 143.
    >Your harsh tone is nearly enough to snap her out of it
  144. 144.
    >She tries to look at you with all of her focus, despite the inability to make out anything but shiny lights and pretty colors
  145. 145.
    >"Eeeee?"
  146. 146.
    >She answers with an exhale
  147. 147.
    "You're fucked."
  148. 148.
    >Fingers tilted together to form a spear, you shove the slick digits into her ponut
  149. 149.
    >You go deep to your wrist and fan out your fingers before turning your arm stiff
  150. 150.
    >With your muscles fixed into place, you jerk your arm every which way
  151. 151.
    >Violated in a way you've only explored with her once or twice, her only recourse is to scream
  152. 152.
    >You scrape her insides with enough force that her entire body is moving
  153. 153.
    >Seconds into it, her rudder pulses hard enough to snap through an oak plank
  154. 154.
    >For six entire spurts, every push into her ponut you make forces out another round of pony pudding
  155. 155.
    >When you see from the eighth pump that she's clearly dry firing, you rip your hand out of her
  156. 156.
    >She's nonresponsive beyond hyperventilating and moaning at full whoremare volume
  157. 157.
    >You release her mane and let her head droop
  158. 158.
    "Good girl... good girl."
  159. 159.
    >You start to gently pet her mane back into place
  160. 160.
    >Going from the puddle she made, if that was shot down your throat you'd probably feel full for a day
  161. 161.
    >You rest your mare-slimed hand on her flank
  162. 162.
    "Next time you say you don't have a special somepony... I'm going to use both hands at once. Ok?"
  163. 163.
    >Your answer is a distressed whinny
  164. 164.
    "Yeah?"
  165. 165.
    >Her head shakes violently enough to maybe count as a nod
  166. 166.
    "Alright then... not you got a few minutes before I'm gonna start. I told you I'm gonna make that belly swell."
  167. 167.
    >Rather than try to escape, she can only object through a shaky neigh
  168. 168.
    >Or was it more of a shaky "yay"?
  169. 169.
    >...
  170. 170.
    >Who cares?
  171. 171.
    >You've been pent up too
  172. 172.
     
  173. 173.
    https://derpibooru.org/images/2964307 Art by HappyHarvey
  174. 174.
     
  175. 175.
    >"Thanks for inviting me over, Anon! I was kinda worried that it would be... uhm... dangerous, coming over to Fluttershy's..."
  176. 176.
    "Oh, don't worry. I see why you've been cautious. Has she always been like this?"
  177. 177.
    >You spent a lot of time cleaning up Fluttershy's home
  178. 178.
    >At least, cleaning up her living room
  179. 179.
    >Twilight looks down at her tea glass, obviously flustered just by being around
  180. 180.
    >She must be able to smell the first two loads of the morning
  181. 181.
    >"Oh my, yes. At first I thought it was a... ah... seasonal thing? And I think it's still that? But I also found that it's also a Fluttershy thing... she's so normal, normally."
  182. 182.
    "Yeah, I can see that. When she's... tapped out..."
  183. 183.
    >Twilight averts her gaze
  184. 184.
    "She actually does seem to go back to normal. I think I've been getting through to her. Yesterday she was taken care of in a new way that I found and she's been like a kitten since."
  185. 185.
    >"...w-well that's nice."
  186. 186.
    >She doesn't seem comfortable
  187. 187.
    >Blinded by pride and perhaps some smoldering sense of arousal that has come from autumn's activities, you continue
  188. 188.
    "I've seen one or two mares like her before, but she's really the first one that has broken the mold. I'm genuinely surprised she hasn't found her special somepony by now."
  189. 189.
    >Twilight sighs
  190. 190.
    >Have others said the same thing before?
  191. 191.
    >"Well, she has a bit of a reputation around Ponyville at this point and... so... do you..."
  192. 192.
    >She sounds ashamed
  193. 193.
    >You would be embarrassed but after that time she ambushed you while taking a bath, you've lost most of your shame
  194. 194.
    >Personally, the quiet voice that came from thorough flare swabbing hasn't done much to your confidence
  195. 195.
    "Well I would think so. It's a full-time job, helping her out."
  196. 196.
    >"I bet. But still, you've done a lot and I appreciate it."
  197. 197.
    "I appreciate it too. Oh! Hey, speaking of. Do you want to see her?"
  198. 198.
    >"W-what? Fluttershy?"
  199. 199.
    "Yeah! She's a little tied up at the moment but I found out an awesome way to get things done without her constantly hounding me."
  200. 200.
    >"Oh. Wow! How long has that worked?"
  201. 201.
    "As of now? Three hours."
  202. 202.
    >"That..."
  203. 203.
    >Twilight was impressed before but now she looks uncertain
  204. 204.
    >"...great...? Will it work for longer?"
  205. 205.
    "Probably."
  206. 206.
    >You get up, stretching from having to sit on such a small chair
  207. 207.
    >And because she woke up before you and refused to be a civil pony
  208. 208.
    "Come on, it'll be cool!"
  209. 209.
    >You wait for Twilight to follow you, as hesitant as she is
  210. 210.
    >You open up a door and step to the side
  211. 211.
    "Ta-da!"
  212. 212.
    >You reveal to Twilight your master plan
  213. 213.
    >Fluttershy is hanging upside down by a set of vines
  214. 214.
    >One of your shirts is wrapped tight around her head
  215. 215.
    >Her rudder is throbbing and her sack is hanging down far enough that they obscure her teats
  216. 216.
    >Semen from earlier in the morning is leaking out from her vagina
  217. 217.
    >"A-anon?! Anon, is that you? T-the blood! It's rushing to my head! A-and your shirt! It's making the blood rush back! Help me Anon!"
  218. 218.
    >"Oh no, Flut--"
  219. 219.
    >You kneel down and quietly shush Twilight
  220. 220.
     
  221. 221.
    "It's a trick. Just watch."
  222. 222.
    >Twilight's eyes widen at your plan
  223. 223.
    >"This is your solution...?"
  224. 224.
    >You nod with a strong sense of accomplishment
  225. 225.
    >"Anon... A-Anon...!"
  226. 226.
    >Her voice starts to turn hoarse
  227. 227.
    >It's starting
  228. 228.
    >"I... I'm so pent up! Please! Please let me rut! Your shirt is driving me crazy, you've already gotten me pregnant!"
  229. 229.
    >You grin at how she's sounding more and more worked up
  230. 230.
    >Now that she has an audience, she's revving herself up
  231. 231.
    >You've checked before
  232. 232.
    >If she thinks she's alone, she just hangs there and huffs your shirt scent
  233. 233.
    >But with an audience, she turns into an animal
  234. 234.
    >"A-Anon...! Anon! I need my soft pony nuts drained! I need you to make me a mommy!"
  235. 235.
    >"What in Celestia's name..."
  236. 236.
    >Twilight is aghast and can't seem to rip her eyes away from her friend making such lewd commentary
  237. 237.
    >Fluttershy hears her and immediately lets out a yip
  238. 238.
    >"T-twilight! Save me, Anon has me in a trap! He tugged my foal stick and made me get my entire mane dirty! A-and he, uhm, violated me! And we shared my flare like we were a couple sharing a milk shake! H-he's dangerous, set me free before he gets back!"
  239. 239.
    >As she speaks, her flare starts to pump and spread
  240. 240.
    >You bet you could make her blast off with five seconds of rough tugging
  241. 241.
    >"D-don't listen to him! I'm a vulnerable pony, and his big, strong hands have bullied me! He's a bully!"
  242. 242.
    >Nothing
  243. 243.
    >Twilight is too stunned to speak up
  244. 244.
    >You clear your throat and stifle a villainous cackle
  245. 245.
    "Is everything alright, Twilight? You found the bathroom, right?"
  246. 246.
    >Your voice triggers some sort of animal reaction in the hanging pegasus
  247. 247.
    >"A-Anon! You're here! M-my body! I can't TAKE it anymore! I can't! I ca... can...!"
  248. 248.
    >The excitement causes her entire body to shudder
  249. 249.
    >She screams loud enough that Twilight stumbles back
  250. 250.
    >Her flare throbs as hard as it can
  251. 251.
    >Her sack squeezes all the way to the base
  252. 252.
    >A thick rope of pony cream spits out, landing on her shirt-covered face
  253. 253.
    >The sudden warm impact causes a shocked cry
  254. 254.
    >Followed by rope after rope that coats her face, throat and even her chest
  255. 255.
    >Soon, her coat is covered in wasted seed
  256. 256.
    >The coup-de-grace?
  257. 257.
    >With the shirt absorbing the semi-fluid, Fluttershy enters some sort of frenzy
  258. 258.
    >She thrashes back and forth, ranging from trying to break free to thrusting her head up, just to smack her muzzle with her own flat tip
  259. 259.
    >She whinnies at the surprise contact
  260. 260.
    "She's... gonna be like that. Turns out it's like waterboarding, but it doesn't hurt her. It just psychologically torments her until she's begging to just cuddle."
  261. 261.
    >Like it's nothing to be concerned about, you quietly close the door
  262. 262.
    >Twilight looks at you like you've grown at least two new faces
  263. 263.
    >"...I need to go."
  264. 264.
    "Oh, yeah, sure. Can you ask Pinkie to send over some cupcakes? I'm gonna see if I can calm her down later."
  265. 265.
    >The terror on her face is lost on you
  266. 266.
    "Oh! And if you could ask Applejack for three of her biggest apples."
  267. 267.
    >"A... apples...?"
  268. 268.
    "Yup! At least three."
  269. 269.
     
  270. 270.
    >"O... ok. I'm. I'm going to do that. But to do that! I need to leave. Right... right now."
  271. 271.
    "Sure, sure. I appreciate your help with this. I think this will make a lot of difference."
  272. 272.
    >You lean against the door and listen to the pegasus go raving mad
  273. 273.
    >Begging for a hand for one second
  274. 274.
    >Threatening to make you explode from her cum another second
  275. 275.
    >Babbling about how Twilight is watching her "hose her pretty face with Fluttershy butter"
  276. 276.
    >You think this may end up breaking her mind
  277. 277.
    "By the way, do you know any spells tha-"
  278. 278.
    >You look to where Twilight was
  279. 279.
    >She's gone
  280. 280.
    "Twi...?"
  281. 281.
    >Nothing
  282. 282.
    >...
  283. 283.
    >...
  284. 284.
    >...
  285. 285.
    >Oh well
  286. 286.
    >You creak open the door, watching her flail around
  287. 287.
    >Despite her cumming, she's harder now than she was before
  288. 288.
    >You can't help but notice that her hind legs are dead weight
  289. 289.
    >If she wanted to, she could just wiggle herself free
  290. 290.
     
  291. 291.
    https://derpibooru.org/images/2969808 Art by HappyHarvey
  292. 292.
     
  293. 293.
     
  294. 294.
    >You think you made a discovery
  295. 295.
    >"Ooooah..."
  296. 296.
    >It has something to do with the weather
  297. 297.
    >"Ahhhnoon..."
  298. 298.
    >It hasn't snowed but when you woke up, there was the faintest trace of frost on the flowers
  299. 299.
    >Whether or not it was stray cold or something more, it was enough to lead to a change in Fluttershy
  300. 300.
    >You push your hips up again
  301. 301.
    >"Oo-ooh!"
  302. 302.
    >You've spent all morning with her on your lap
  303. 303.
    >One hand on the fleshy flower that is her flare
  304. 304.
    >One hand on one of her fluttereggs
  305. 305.
    >And using her own weight to penetrate her to the hilt
  306. 306.
    >So far you've made her cum three times
  307. 307.
    >You've already gone twice
  308. 308.
    >As numb as you are, you can't seem to go soft
  309. 309.
    >And she's as stiff as ever
  310. 310.
    "You're really a messy mare, aren't you... your fur's all matted. You've gone and made me sticky too. And I'm pretty sure you're carrying foals now. What do you have to say for yourself?"
  311. 311.
    >As calm as things are, you enjoy teasing her just enough that she squirms
  312. 312.
    >You wait for her to answer before pinching the tip of your thumb to your index finger
  313. 313.
    >She only gets out an "I'm so-" before you tug up on her flower like you're trying to pluck it
  314. 314.
    >You pull your fingers up until the flare passes through them with a slimy schlep
  315. 315.
    >"Oh, ah... ahh.. I-I'm sorry, Anon... I really can't help myself..."
  316. 316.
    >Her voice comes out as a drooling mewl
  317. 317.
    >Between the back and forth of her swabbing your throat or mounting you like a stray donkey and you humiliating and moderately "punishing" her, it seems you've met some semblance of balance
  318. 318.
    "Yeah, I bet. How many years now have you had these heats? Is that the right term?"
  319. 319.
    >You close your finger and thumb under her flower and tug up again
  320. 320.
    >You'll admit it
  321. 321.
    >You haven't had the capacity to keep your hands off her
  322. 322.
    >"It.... has allllways..."
  323. 323.
    >She rolls her flank on your lap
  324. 324.
    >Her ears flatten and you can only barely catch a glimpse at how lost her eyes get
  325. 325.
    >"...been like this. I try to hide it but every year... it gets so hard... and every year my nuts get bigger and heavier. But you take care of them sooo goooood..."
  326. 326.
    >Oh boy
  327. 327.
    >As soon as she mentions those, she's close
  328. 328.
    >You squeeze her egg and close the rest of your fingers over her stem
  329. 329.
    "Yeah? Well they're probably like that because you blast pony pudding all over. You really don't know how to turn it off, do you?"
  330. 330.
    >Rather than give her room to speak, you shake and tug her filly stick upward
  331. 331.
    >Aimed right for her face
  332. 332.
    >And yours, right beside
  333. 333.
    "Come on, Flutterbutter. You know you got more in here. Do I need to squeeze it out?"
  334. 334.
    >She whines and nods
  335. 335.
    >She's been in such an unkept frenzy that she looks no better than a feral pony
  336. 336.
    >You put more pressure on the top and bottom of her egg and tug harder
  337. 337.
    >Her almost pitiful whining increases in pitch until it jolts into a cry
  338. 338.
    >You keep a firm grasp on her and hug her close with your elbows
  339. 339.
    >The first jolt of her ejaculation is a low sputter that lands on her chest fluff
  340. 340.
    >The second rope blasts her square between the eyes
  341. 341.
    >A second cry follows her third and fourth blast
  342. 342.
     
  343. 343.
    >While difficult to aim, you do share the obscene moment with her and make her glaze your face
  344. 344.
    >It is something you don't think you'll ever get used to
  345. 345.
    >You close your eyes just in time to feel her splatter you from forehead down to chin
  346. 346.
    >Her high-pitch cry descends into a more guttural, bestial grunt
  347. 347.
    >You don't realize it but you've been wringing her dry and pumping up into her with a shaking sense of severity
  348. 348.
    >You exhale and give your own noise, just to get beyond a mouthful of Shy's nectar
  349. 349.
    >Your entire body clenches, leading to your third surge
  350. 350.
    >The both of you stiffen, your tugging arm going too rigid to coax out a sixth volley
  351. 351.
    >You hold your breath for what feels like entire minutes
  352. 352.
    >Only when you exhale do you relax
  353. 353.
    >You don't let go of her
  354. 354.
    >Of course you don't
  355. 355.
    >You're spent, blinded, and exhausted
  356. 356.
    >And the only thing you can possibly smell is sexual fluids
  357. 357.
    >Nuzzling her face, you and she connect for a messy, outright lewd kiss
  358. 358.
    >Kissing has never really happened before
  359. 359.
    >It was never supposed to include kissing
  360. 360.
    >That meant...
  361. 361.
    >That you were doing more than helping
  362. 362.
    >And fooling around
  363. 363.
    >At least it isn't like you have the capacity to care right now
  364. 364.
    >Rather than unmatched animal ferocity, her tongue presses against you with earnest desire
  365. 365.
    >She's acting like she's starved for it
  366. 366.
    >You aren't one to talk
  367. 367.
    >You're just as drastically eager
  368. 368.
    >Her taste is sublime
  369. 369.
    >You didn't admit that it was nice before
  370. 370.
    >But her saliva and sprayed mareseed is enough to make you abandon everything you stand for
  371. 371.
    >Once the haze clears, you and her are sharing ragged, tortured attempts to breathe
  372. 372.
    >You still can't see
  373. 373.
    >But you get the feeling she can't either
  374. 374.
    >"I... I... I... I..."
  375. 375.
    >She tries to start her sentence with each exhale
  376. 376.
    >The trembling tells you that her world has been equally rocked
  377. 377.
    >"Stay... all winter."
  378. 378.
    "Alright. I will."
  379. 379.
    >You feel her melt into your arms, and hands
  380. 380.
    >...
  381. 381.
    >Wait
  382. 382.
    >Melt in your hands?
  383. 383.
    >You give a test squeeze on her stem
  384. 384.
    >She hasn't even gone her usual ten times but she's deflating
  385. 385.
    "You need a break?"
  386. 386.
    >She rubs her head against your chest in a shaking gesture
  387. 387.
    >"Nuuh... I'm sleepy now..."
  388. 388.
    >You chuckle at this
  389. 389.
    >Have you finally defeated her?
  390. 390.
    >No
  391. 391.
    >It isn't about defeat
  392. 392.
    >She's just found a true outlet
  393. 393.
    >Slimy and blind, you lean back and rest with her
  394. 394.
    >Her home is big enough for you
  395. 395.
    >And she's stunningly adept at cleaning even the worst of sexual messes
  396. 396.
    >Outside, a snow flake falls against the window

/bootleg/ Jacky Part One

by BlondieAnon

/bootleg/ Jacky Part Two

by BlondieAnon

/bootleg/ Jacky Part Three

by BlondieAnon

/bootleg/ Jacky Part Four

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/bootleg/ Jacky Part Five

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