/flaremare/ My Little Futa: Autumn Flutters


                                            >"Ooooh... Anon, I... pwuuaaaahhh..."

                                            >It started off as an occasional help

                                            >"S-so good..."

                                            >Then it became daily

                                            >"G-guh, Anon..."

                                            >Now?

                                            >This is the fourth time today

                                            >"Fuuhh... s-suck my nuuuuuts. Ooah, Anon! Suck my nuts! Suck my nuts!"

                                            >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

                                            >Or is that the near two minutes of not being able to breathe?

                                            >You came half a minute into it, time may as well be a fairy tale

                                            >"My nuts! Anon, they're gonna... aa-ahh-ahh?!"

                                            >Your body knows that sudden hike in her voice

                                            >Your instincts keep you just slack enough

                                            >If you try to stop her, the front hooves on your chest will hold you down

                                            >The mare lets out an obscene, guttural groan and sprays more than enough seed into your belly to impregnate a dozen mares

                                            >Her preputial ring goes beyond your teeth, effectively locking you in place

                                            >Things are getting hazy

                                            >You first worried that you were going to die

                                            >Now?

                                            >You almost welcome the dark depths

                                            >You've simply accepted that all of your life's achievements meant nothing

                                            >That you were born to simply be this creature's pl-

                                            >Pop

                                            >From your chest to your lips, you feel a sudden loss that almost makes you regret her unsheathing her lance

                                            >You gurgle as your body attempts to remember how to obtain oxygen

                                            >It only leads in nearly a pint of flare juice to pour from your mouth

                                            >As if it wasn't enough of a humiliation, the expelled substance blinds you

                                            >As if you could see to begin with

                                            >"Ohh... ohhhh... o-oh my! Anon, a-are you ok?"

                                            >Fluttershy sounds genuinely worried

                                            >She's always so caring

                                            >So affectionate

                                            >But as soon as she gets aroused, she becomes some...

                                            >Thing

                                            >"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!"

                                            >And she has

                                            >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

                                            >A fair exchange, given she has effectively "marked" you

                                            >No other mare-flared or not-will even look you in the eye beyond a greeting or a request

                                            >You're still unresponsive

                                            >You feel a long tongue begin to clean your face

                                            >"Ohh... mmm... heh, tasty."

                                            >Her tongue finds your mouth sooner than later

                                            >The kiss almost always revitalizes you

                                            >You return the affectionate gesture as well as you can

                                            >Which is to say you let her suck on it and nearly devour the sensitive organ

                                            >You retch, your body flinching to regain some semblance of autonomy

                                            >Though your vision is muddled, you can see enough of a blur of yellow and pink to know she's right there

                                            >"You really are the best, Anon. This time... I, I think I really am empty for the day!"


                                            >She gives you her best smile, complete with an embarrassed squee

                                            >You've never seen her be satisfied at only four

                                            >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

                                            >Thankfully if you get a jump on her, you can force out two by pounding her yellow pussy

                                            >She has a hair trigger when you treat her like she's a doll for you to break

                                            >But when you're on your back and she finds an opportunity...

                                            >You try to reply but you fail to form words

                                            >Your hand somehow finds her chest

                                            >You pat it, admiring her coat

                                            >It anchors you to the returning reality

                                            >You swallow as hard as you can

                                            >You've nearly lost your voice

                                            "...you did this on purpose. Now I don't want lunch."

                                            >Her only answer is a giggle

                                            >She looks relieved

                                            >But you see it

                                            >That glint in her eye

                                            >If she were one iota more worked up

                                            >If she cared about you one degree less

                                            >She would not have stopped until you suffocated


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                                            >"Ohh... oh, Anon! Anon!"

                                            >Late nights are fun

                                            >Depending on how satisfied Flutter is, she's easy to ambush

                                            >And you want to get a little revenge

                                            >"Anon, I'm a bad pony! A very bad pony! I-I'm sorry!"

                                            >You have her bent over your lap

                                            >Her pony rudder has been drooling for minutes

                                            >Her yellow sack has been tightening and relaxing since you grabbed her

                                            >As much as you want to punch her cervix, you've kept yourself calm enough to merely spread her labia

                                            >Over and over

                                            >If you're feeling generous enough, you meet her winks with a hard push from your palm

                                            "What is your count for today?"

                                            >Your voice is quiet, almost like hers

                                            >But you have her to thank for that

                                            >Most recently was maybe two hours ago, right before dinner

                                            >She distracted you with a supposed squirrel sighting

                                            >Instead, she called you her squirrel and stuffed your cheeks

                                            >Your jaw still hurts

                                            >"S-seven! I-I'm sorry Anon, you feel so good!"

                                            >She's enjoying this

                                            >Even if you gag her, she'll make far too many noises

                                            >Why not play along?

                                            "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."

                                            >"N-no! Ohh no, not Twilight! She'll never look at me the same way again!"

                                            "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..."

                                            >"B-b-b-but you aren't a pony, you're an--EEP!"

                                            >Without warning you plunge three fingers into her pussy

                                            >Your thumb bullies her flexing clit

                                            >"C-c-cumming, Anon! Bad pony cream, bad pony cream!"

                                            >She emits a long, loud whine that jumps in volume with every twitch

                                            >Her flare nearly triples in width and sprays onto her bedroom floor

                                            >Spurt

                                            >Splurt

                                            >Splat

                                            >Her nuts clench into her body while she makes a puddle big enough to be a severe hazard

                                            "Good girl, Flutter... good girl. Pinkie would be proud."

                                            >Though futa mares are rare, Pinkie Pie shares Flutter's unique condition

                                            >Because of it, she's the only one who doesn't seem bothered by her borderline seasonal lustful madness

                                            >Hers happen to be at the start of spring

                                            >"D-don't say Pink--uuugh...!"

                                            >The pegasus shudders

                                            >A surprise rope of cream shoots out with an audible landing

                                            "Why's that? Are you jealous your little marbles won't compare?"

                                            >Flutter may have a lot more to show, but it requires her to grow

                                            >Pinkie Pie?

                                            >It's all out and nearly impossible to hide

                                            >You've noticed how self-conscious she is when she gets compared to more heavily packing mares

                                            >Time to capitalize on it

                                            "Maybe I should spend more time with her... would you like that? I could make a new friend."

                                            >Her only answer is a frantic whinny

                                            >Though she sprayed her load, you've added a fourth finger

                                            >If it wasn't for her clit, you would be wearing her like a glove

                                            "What's that? If you don't speak up, I'm gonna start spending the night with her..."


                                            >"No-o-o-o~ Unh, unh, ahhn!"

                                            >Flutter's eyes start to roll into the back of her head

                                            >The longer you violate her, the more her slack jawed expression turns into gritted teeth and some form of almost pained grimace

                                            "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."

                                            >The more you talk, the louder and harder she huffs through her nose

                                            >You don't even think she's capable of listening to you

                                            >Just your voice at all is setting her off

                                            >You grab a fistful of cotton candy mane and yank her head back as far as it'll go

                                            >The position makes her almost look like a ballerina

                                            "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."

                                            >The violent penetration has led to her letting out a nearly ear-piercing "EEEEE"

                                            "Fluttershy!"

                                            >Your hand rips itself out of her pussy

                                            >It spasms, oozing mare juice

                                            >Your harsh tone is nearly enough to snap her out of it

                                            >She tries to look at you with all of her focus, despite the inability to make out anything but shiny lights and pretty colors

                                            >"Eeeee?"

                                            >She answers with an exhale

                                            "You're fucked."

                                            >Fingers tilted together to form a spear, you shove the slick digits into her ponut

                                            >You go deep to your wrist and fan out your fingers before turning your arm stiff

                                            >With your muscles fixed into place, you jerk your arm every which way

                                            >Violated in a way you've only explored with her once or twice, her only recourse is to scream

                                            >You scrape her insides with enough force that her entire body is moving

                                            >Seconds into it, her rudder pulses hard enough to snap through an oak plank

                                            >For six entire spurts, every push into her ponut you make forces out another round of pony pudding

                                            >When you see from the eighth pump that she's clearly dry firing, you rip your hand out of her

                                            >She's nonresponsive beyond hyperventilating and moaning at full whoremare volume

                                            >You release her mane and let her head droop

                                            "Good girl... good girl."

                                            >You start to gently pet her mane back into place

                                            >Going from the puddle she made, if that was shot down your throat you'd probably feel full for a day

                                            >You rest your mare-slimed hand on her flank

                                            "Next time you say you don't have a special somepony... I'm going to use both hands at once. Ok?"

                                            >Your answer is a distressed whinny

                                            "Yeah?"

                                            >Her head shakes violently enough to maybe count as a nod

                                            "Alright then... not you got a few minutes before I'm gonna start. I told you I'm gonna make that belly swell."

                                            >Rather than try to escape, she can only object through a shaky neigh

                                            >Or was it more of a shaky "yay"?

                                            >...

                                            >Who cares?

                                            >You've been pent up too


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                                            >"Thanks for inviting me over, Anon! I was kinda worried that it would be... uhm... dangerous, coming over to Fluttershy's..."

                                            "Oh, don't worry. I see why you've been cautious. Has she always been like this?"

                                            >You spent a lot of time cleaning up Fluttershy's home

                                            >At least, cleaning up her living room

                                            >Twilight looks down at her tea glass, obviously flustered just by being around

                                            >She must be able to smell the first two loads of the morning

                                            >"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."

                                            "Yeah, I can see that. When she's... tapped out..."

                                            >Twilight averts her gaze

                                            "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."

                                            >"...w-well that's nice."

                                            >She doesn't seem comfortable

                                            >Blinded by pride and perhaps some smoldering sense of arousal that has come from autumn's activities, you continue

                                            "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."

                                            >Twilight sighs

                                            >Have others said the same thing before?

                                            >"Well, she has a bit of a reputation around Ponyville at this point and... so... do you..."

                                            >She sounds ashamed

                                            >You would be embarrassed but after that time she ambushed you while taking a bath, you've lost most of your shame

                                            >Personally, the quiet voice that came from thorough flare swabbing hasn't done much to your confidence

                                            "Well I would think so. It's a full-time job, helping her out."

                                            >"I bet. But still, you've done a lot and I appreciate it."

                                            "I appreciate it too. Oh! Hey, speaking of. Do you want to see her?"

                                            >"W-what? Fluttershy?"

                                            "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."

                                            >"Oh. Wow! How long has that worked?"

                                            "As of now? Three hours."

                                            >"That..."

                                            >Twilight was impressed before but now she looks uncertain

                                            >"...great...? Will it work for longer?"

                                            "Probably."

                                            >You get up, stretching from having to sit on such a small chair

                                            >And because she woke up before you and refused to be a civil pony

                                            "Come on, it'll be cool!"

                                            >You wait for Twilight to follow you, as hesitant as she is

                                            >You open up a door and step to the side

                                            "Ta-da!"

                                            >You reveal to Twilight your master plan

                                            >Fluttershy is hanging upside down by a set of vines

                                            >One of your shirts is wrapped tight around her head

                                            >Her rudder is throbbing and her sack is hanging down far enough that they obscure her teats

                                            >Semen from earlier in the morning is leaking out from her vagina

                                            >"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!"

                                            >"Oh no, Flut--"

                                            >You kneel down and quietly shush Twilight


                                            "It's a trick. Just watch."

                                            >Twilight's eyes widen at your plan

                                            >"This is your solution...?"

                                            >You nod with a strong sense of accomplishment

                                            >"Anon... A-Anon...!"

                                            >Her voice starts to turn hoarse

                                            >It's starting

                                            >"I... I'm so pent up! Please! Please let me rut! Your shirt is driving me crazy, you've already gotten me pregnant!"

                                            >You grin at how she's sounding more and more worked up

                                            >Now that she has an audience, she's revving herself up

                                            >You've checked before

                                            >If she thinks she's alone, she just hangs there and huffs your shirt scent

                                            >But with an audience, she turns into an animal

                                            >"A-Anon...! Anon! I need my soft pony nuts drained! I need you to make me a mommy!"

                                            >"What in Celestia's name..."

                                            >Twilight is aghast and can't seem to rip her eyes away from her friend making such lewd commentary

                                            >Fluttershy hears her and immediately lets out a yip

                                            >"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!"

                                            >As she speaks, her flare starts to pump and spread

                                            >You bet you could make her blast off with five seconds of rough tugging

                                            >"D-don't listen to him! I'm a vulnerable pony, and his big, strong hands have bullied me! He's a bully!"

                                            >Nothing

                                            >Twilight is too stunned to speak up

                                            >You clear your throat and stifle a villainous cackle

                                            "Is everything alright, Twilight? You found the bathroom, right?"

                                            >Your voice triggers some sort of animal reaction in the hanging pegasus

                                            >"A-Anon! You're here! M-my body! I can't TAKE it anymore! I can't! I ca... can...!"

                                            >The excitement causes her entire body to shudder

                                            >She screams loud enough that Twilight stumbles back

                                            >Her flare throbs as hard as it can

                                            >Her sack squeezes all the way to the base

                                            >A thick rope of pony cream spits out, landing on her shirt-covered face

                                            >The sudden warm impact causes a shocked cry

                                            >Followed by rope after rope that coats her face, throat and even her chest

                                            >Soon, her coat is covered in wasted seed

                                            >The coup-de-grace?

                                            >With the shirt absorbing the semi-fluid, Fluttershy enters some sort of frenzy

                                            >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

                                            >She whinnies at the surprise contact

                                            "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."

                                            >Like it's nothing to be concerned about, you quietly close the door

                                            >Twilight looks at you like you've grown at least two new faces

                                            >"...I need to go."

                                            "Oh, yeah, sure. Can you ask Pinkie to send over some cupcakes? I'm gonna see if I can calm her down later."

                                            >The terror on her face is lost on you

                                            "Oh! And if you could ask Applejack for three of her biggest apples."

                                            >"A... apples...?"

                                            "Yup! At least three."


                                            >"O... ok. I'm. I'm going to do that. But to do that! I need to leave. Right... right now."

                                            "Sure, sure. I appreciate your help with this. I think this will make a lot of difference."

                                            >You lean against the door and listen to the pegasus go raving mad

                                            >Begging for a hand for one second

                                            >Threatening to make you explode from her cum another second

                                            >Babbling about how Twilight is watching her "hose her pretty face with Fluttershy butter"

                                            >You think this may end up breaking her mind

                                            "By the way, do you know any spells tha-"

                                            >You look to where Twilight was

                                            >She's gone

                                            "Twi...?"

                                            >Nothing

                                            >...

                                            >...

                                            >...

                                            >Oh well

                                            >You creak open the door, watching her flail around

                                            >Despite her cumming, she's harder now than she was before

                                            >You can't help but notice that her hind legs are dead weight

                                            >If she wanted to, she could just wiggle herself free


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                                            >You think you made a discovery

                                            >"Ooooah..."

                                            >It has something to do with the weather

                                            >"Ahhhnoon..."

                                            >It hasn't snowed but when you woke up, there was the faintest trace of frost on the flowers

                                            >Whether or not it was stray cold or something more, it was enough to lead to a change in Fluttershy

                                            >You push your hips up again

                                            >"Oo-ooh!"

                                            >You've spent all morning with her on your lap

                                            >One hand on the fleshy flower that is her flare

                                            >One hand on one of her fluttereggs

                                            >And using her own weight to penetrate her to the hilt

                                            >So far you've made her cum three times

                                            >You've already gone twice

                                            >As numb as you are, you can't seem to go soft

                                            >And she's as stiff as ever

                                            "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?"

                                            >As calm as things are, you enjoy teasing her just enough that she squirms

                                            >You wait for her to answer before pinching the tip of your thumb to your index finger

                                            >She only gets out an "I'm so-" before you tug up on her flower like you're trying to pluck it

                                            >You pull your fingers up until the flare passes through them with a slimy schlep

                                            >"Oh, ah... ahh.. I-I'm sorry, Anon... I really can't help myself..."

                                            >Her voice comes out as a drooling mewl

                                            >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

                                            "Yeah, I bet. How many years now have you had these heats? Is that the right term?"

                                            >You close your finger and thumb under her flower and tug up again

                                            >You'll admit it

                                            >You haven't had the capacity to keep your hands off her

                                            >"It.... has allllways..."

                                            >She rolls her flank on your lap

                                            >Her ears flatten and you can only barely catch a glimpse at how lost her eyes get

                                            >"...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..."

                                            >Oh boy

                                            >As soon as she mentions those, she's close

                                            >You squeeze her egg and close the rest of your fingers over her stem

                                            "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?"

                                            >Rather than give her room to speak, you shake and tug her filly stick upward

                                            >Aimed right for her face

                                            >And yours, right beside

                                            "Come on, Flutterbutter. You know you got more in here. Do I need to squeeze it out?"

                                            >She whines and nods

                                            >She's been in such an unkept frenzy that she looks no better than a feral pony

                                            >You put more pressure on the top and bottom of her egg and tug harder

                                            >Her almost pitiful whining increases in pitch until it jolts into a cry

                                            >You keep a firm grasp on her and hug her close with your elbows

                                            >The first jolt of her ejaculation is a low sputter that lands on her chest fluff

                                            >The second rope blasts her square between the eyes

                                            >A second cry follows her third and fourth blast


                                            >While difficult to aim, you do share the obscene moment with her and make her glaze your face

                                            >It is something you don't think you'll ever get used to

                                            >You close your eyes just in time to feel her splatter you from forehead down to chin

                                            >Her high-pitch cry descends into a more guttural, bestial grunt

                                            >You don't realize it but you've been wringing her dry and pumping up into her with a shaking sense of severity

                                            >You exhale and give your own noise, just to get beyond a mouthful of Shy's nectar

                                            >Your entire body clenches, leading to your third surge

                                            >The both of you stiffen, your tugging arm going too rigid to coax out a sixth volley

                                            >You hold your breath for what feels like entire minutes

                                            >Only when you exhale do you relax

                                            >You don't let go of her

                                            >Of course you don't

                                            >You're spent, blinded, and exhausted

                                            >And the only thing you can possibly smell is sexual fluids

                                            >Nuzzling her face, you and she connect for a messy, outright lewd kiss

                                            >Kissing has never really happened before

                                            >It was never supposed to include kissing

                                            >That meant...

                                            >That you were doing more than helping

                                            >And fooling around

                                            >At least it isn't like you have the capacity to care right now

                                            >Rather than unmatched animal ferocity, her tongue presses against you with earnest desire

                                            >She's acting like she's starved for it

                                            >You aren't one to talk

                                            >You're just as drastically eager

                                            >Her taste is sublime

                                            >You didn't admit that it was nice before

                                            >But her saliva and sprayed mareseed is enough to make you abandon everything you stand for

                                            >Once the haze clears, you and her are sharing ragged, tortured attempts to breathe

                                            >You still can't see

                                            >But you get the feeling she can't either

                                            >"I... I... I... I..."

                                            >She tries to start her sentence with each exhale

                                            >The trembling tells you that her world has been equally rocked

                                            >"Stay... all winter."

                                            "Alright. I will."

                                            >You feel her melt into your arms, and hands

                                            >...

                                            >Wait

                                            >Melt in your hands?

                                            >You give a test squeeze on her stem

                                            >She hasn't even gone her usual ten times but she's deflating

                                            "You need a break?"

                                            >She rubs her head against your chest in a shaking gesture

                                            >"Nuuh... I'm sleepy now..."

                                            >You chuckle at this

                                            >Have you finally defeated her?

                                            >No

                                            >It isn't about defeat

                                            >She's just found a true outlet

                                            >Slimy and blind, you lean back and rest with her

                                            >Her home is big enough for you

                                            >And she's stunningly adept at cleaning even the worst of sexual messes

                                            >Outside, a snow flake falls against the window