Predator and Prey


                                            >Ah, summer evenings.

                                            >The gentle, cool breeze blowing acting as a sort of reward for enduring the scorching sun's heat.

                                            >As the sun moves to reunite with the horizon, the sky is painted in a vast array of oranges and purples that could inspire the inner artist of anyone.

                                            >Accompanying this lovely scenery is the gentle chirping of summer birds in the trees.

                                            >Each calling out to each other in their own unique way, with the goal of mating for life.

                                            >"H-Hey, Anon..."

                                            >Speaking of

                                            >You turn from your work on the animal shelter's door to face your dear girlfriend Fluttershy.

                                            >You two have been volunteering here together for almost a year now, ever since your parents pushed you to do something extracurricular.

                                            >You wipe the sweat that accumulated on your brow and gave her a warm smile.

                                            >Hopefully as warm as the weather.

                                            "What's up, Flutters?" You ask her.

                                            >The question made her cheeks flush a shade darker.

                                            >And she's having trouble maintaining eye contact...

                                            >"...W-We sure did a good job today, huh?" She asked, mustering an awkward smile.

                                            >You gently chuckle.

                                            "Well, not to toot my own horn, but this door's not gonna have any trouble locking anymore!" You humbly boast.

                                            >Fluttershy awkwardly chuckles.

                                            >"H-hehe, I knew you could do it!"

                                            "I hope the rabbits weren't too much for you, seeing as how it's been a while since you had to manage the animals on your own."

                                            >"Oh, no! The rabbits were lovely!" Fluttershy insisted with a surprising amount of boldness.

                                            >Her eyes are darting everywhere except where your eyes are.

                                            >Something's definitely up.

                                            "Hey, Flutters... is everything alright?" You ask her with a softer tone.

                                            >"Huh? Wha- uh, y-yeah! Yep! Everything's perfectly fine!"

                                            >Well, that performance wasn't gonna win any Oscars.

                                            >You leer at her a little, and that's enough for her to give in.

                                            >"Okay, fine, I, uh... I've been thinking about... stuff..."

                                            >Oh God

                                            >Fluttershy's still avoiding your gaze.

                                            >A million possibilities of what "stuff" is race through your mind in that instant.

                                            >None of them good.

                                            "...What kind of stuff?" You carefully ask her.

                                            >"...S-sex stuff..." Fluttershy whispered, as if she was afraid someone would hear.

                                            >Your nerves stop in place.

                                            >At least it doesn't sound like your relationship is doomed.

                                            "...You're gonna have to be more specific than that." You manage to chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

                                            >It worked a little bit, she giggled in that way that always made your heart melt.

                                            >"Well... okay, uh..."

                                            >Fluttershy looks around to make sure it was just you two alone, then leaned in to whisper in your ear.

                                            >"I've been wanting to... try something..."

                                            >You could barely hear her at all, but you sure could feel the embarrassed heat radiating off her cute little cheeks.

                                            >Well.

                                            >This has taken a turn.

                                            >You turn towards her with an eyebrow raised.

                                            "What've you had in mind?"

                                            >Fluttershy immediately shushes you, still flustered by whatever's on her mind.


                                            >She gently takes your hands in hers and guides you over to the edge of the forest that marks the outer border of the animal shelter's yard.

                                            >You can feel the tension in her hand, her grip's subtly stronger than it usually is.

                                            >Granted, she's just about strong enough to squeeze a Capri Sun.

                                            >Once you two are standing before the maze of trees gently rustling in the wind, Fluttershy puffs up her chest with a deep inhale and turns to face you.

                                            >"I came up with this... game." She answers, her voice wavering slightly with the final word.

                                            >Her "deer in the headlights" look tells you there's more she wants to say, she just needs a little encouragment.

                                            "Ohhh, pattycake!" You jokingly answer.

                                            >She giggles, freeing herself of some of the tension.

                                            >"N-no, the game is called... predator and prey..."

                                            >Now you're even more interested.

                                            "...How's this game of yours work?"

                                            >"Well... you close your eyes, wait one minute, and then you come and find me in the woods!" Fluttershy answered, having regained some confidence.

                                            >While that does sound like a fun game, there's one piece to this story missing.

                                            "So... What makes predator and prey 'sex stuff'?"

                                            >Her cheeks flush even deeper and the confidence that she managed to summon vanished in that instant.

                                            >"W-Well, uh..."

                                            >An awkward moment passes.

                                            >"...We're both..."

                                            >Another awkward moment passes.

                                            >"...N-Naked..."

                                            >Oh.

                                            >Yeah, that tracks.

                                            >The more the idea settles in your mind, the warmer your cheeks felt.

                                            >You never pegged Fluttershy as any kind of exhibitionist, in fact "exhibitionist" and "Fluttershy" might as well be antonyms.

                                            >And you certainly didn't have the confidence to engage in such... tomfoolery.

                                            >...But you'd be lying if you said the game didn't have a certain appeal...

                                            >"...S-So... W-What do you think?" Fluttershy asked you, unsure of how you'll respond.

                                            "Well..."

                                            >Fluttershy gulps, afraid you think she's some kind of pervert.

                                            "It sounds... pretty fun..."

                                            >Fluttershy's eyes widen with hope, the doubt in her being immediately having been banished.

                                            "But..."

                                            >Dread returned to her eyes.

                                            "...Isn't this a little... risky for you? I didn't think you were into... that kind of stuff." You sheepishly ask.

                                            >She shrugged with a sheepish look on her face.

                                            >"I dunno, you and my friends have been helping me come out of my shell..."

                                            >That much is true, but this is a pretty drastic leap.

                                            >"You especially have been motivating me to be more expressive when it comes to intimacy, s-so you've got yourself to blame for this, buster!"

                                            >She pointed an accusatory finger at you in a teasing, playful manner.

                                            >You laugh along with her, putting your hands up.

                                            "Alright, you got me there!" You play along.

                                            >You two share a giggle before you return to the matter at hand.

                                            >"...A-And there won't be anyone in the woods, and we both know our way around, so it's not like we'll get lost." She added.

                                            "Alright, alright... I'm in." You relent.


                                            >"A-A-Are you s-sure? B-Because I certainly wouldn't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with!" Fluttershy sputters, much more flustered.

                                            >Flustershy?

                                            >Ooh, that's a good one.

                                            >You gently but firmly place your hands on her gentle shoulders, looking her deep in her eyes.

                                            "Fluttershy, you know I wouldn't do anything with you that I didn't have complete confidence in. If you believe it'll be fun, then I'll support you one hundred percent."

                                            >She sighs, letting your confidence infect her.

                                            >"...Okay." She says softly, smiling.

                                            >God, she's beautiful.

                                            >A tender moment passes, where you two enjoy each other's presence in this lovely summer evening.

                                            >...But you two have gotta act on what you just agreed to.

                                            >This revelation corrupts the moment, poisoning the atmosphere with awkwardness.

                                            "So, uh..."

                                            >Fluttershy gulps.

                                            "...You ready."

                                            >She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

                                            >"...Yes." She answers, as confidently as she could manage.

                                            >Another awkward moment passes with you two frozen in place.

                                            >Time to be proactive again.

                                            "I'll, uh, turn around for you."

                                            >"Oh, yes! Good idea!" Fluttershy quickly agrees.

                                            >Nodding, you close your eyes and turn around, out of respect for your girlfriend's privacy.

                                            >Not like you haven't seen her naked before.

                                            >"Remember, wait a minute! Or two!" Fluttershy reminded you.

                                            "Yes, ma'am!" You cheekily answer.

                                            >While you could only see the barely perceptible inside of your eyelids, you hear the sound of fabric rustling and falling to the ground.

                                            >Maybe it was the lack of sight, but you couldn't help but get a little flustered by it all.

                                            >You could hear a pause before Fluttershy resumed stripping.

                                            >Before too long, the stripping stopped, and you could hear the presumably nude Fluttershy dart off into the woods.

                                            >You really wanted to watch her go, but she insisted that you wait a minute a two before you... join her.

                                            >So you sit there.

                                            >You had to look ridiculous to any onlookers.

                                            >But Fluttershy was for sure in a more compromising position if she was to be spotted.

                                            >So you wait a little longer.

                                            >After, by your estimation, two minutes have gone by, you open your eyes and turn to the woods.

                                            >Sure enough, Fluttershy's clothes were on the ground, but Fluttershy herself was nowhere to be seen.

                                            >Top, skirt, socks, shoes, even underwear now lay discarded on the grass.

                                            >It's your turn now, Mr. Naturist.

                                            >You hesitate a little bit, this was really risky after all.

                                            >And more than a little lewd.

                                            >But if Fluttershy can do it, so can you.

                                            >And she's waiting for you.

                                            >Naked.

                                            >Thanks, boner.

                                            >With a glance over your shoulder to make sure nobody was watching, you slowly being the process of undressing.

                                            >Shoes and socks came off first, those were the easiest.

                                            >Then your shirt went.

                                            >Just like a day at the beach.

                                            >The weather's fit for the beach.

                                            >When you got to your pants, you hesitated a little.


                                            >Remember, Fluttershy's naked and waiting for you.

                                            >And naked.

                                            >Screw you, modesty.

                                            >In one swift motion, you grip your shorts and boxes and tug them down to your ankles.

                                            >Well.

                                            >You did it.

                                            >You're naked in public.

                                            >You peer over your shoulder to double-check your surroundings.

                                            >Yep, you're still alone.

                                            >You turn back to face the woods.

                                            >If there was ever a time to "return to monke", this is it.

                                            >Go forth, man.

                                            >Hunt your prey.

                                            >You puff up your chest in much the same manner Fluttershy did and make your way into the woods.

                                            >But as soon as you cross the tree line, you turn back.

                                            >What about your clothes?

                                            >And Fluttershy's clothes?

                                            >No, Anon, stop it.

                                            >You two are the only ones here.

                                            >Stop messing around.

                                            >Alright, fine, self.

                                            >You march onward into the woods.

                                            >Man, you're a lot more sensitive now.

                                            >That summer breeze from earlier?

                                            >Now your entire body gets to enjoy it.

                                            >No longer will your unmentionables be left out of summer vibes.

                                            >Your feet are a lot more sensitive, too.

                                            >Particularly to sticks and small rocks.

                                            >It hurts your enjoyment of the moment as well as your soles.

                                            >Come on, Anon.

                                            >Your ancestors had to do this in the winter, hunting mammoths with pointy sticks.

                                            >Remember, in between these trees somewhere, Fluttershy's naked.

                                            >Grin and bear it.

                                            >So you soldier on.

                                            >...

                                            >...

                                            >You know, this is nice.

                                            >Sure, you can't find Fluttershy anywhere, but it's really peaceful in the woods.

                                            >All around you, you're surrounded by nature.

                                            >Trees, shrubs, birds, squirrels.

                                            >And you, in the middle of it all.

                                            >Just as exposed as the rest of the fauna.

                                            >You take a deep breath, not to build up courage, but to savor the moment.

                                            >...The breeze does feel really nice across your nude body...

                                            >A twig snaps to your left.

                                            >Like a gazelle, your head snaps to that direction.

                                            >In a split second, you see a flash of pink hair dart behind a hill.

                                            >Your instincts command you to follow your prey.

                                            >Again like a gazelle, you dart through the foliage and around the tree to catch her behind the hill you saw her dart behind.

                                            >But nothing was there.

                                            >You look around for a moment, but Fluttershy was nowhere to be seen.

                                            >Damn, she's surprisingly quick.

                                            >She's helped by how light she is, naturally.

                                            >You heave a heavy breath.

                                            >You'll get her.

                                            >You're not gonna let your prey escape you.


                                            >You resume your trek through the woods.

                                            >But this isn't a leisurely nature walk anymore.

                                            >This is a hunt.

                                            >Your movement through the woods changed without your conscious effort.

                                            >Your strides are more graceful.

                                            >Your eyesight more attuned to the environment.

                                            >You could even smell the difference.

                                            >Fluttershy is close.

                                            >You can tell.

                                            >You find a small hill to perch atop and survey your surroundings.

                                            >You stand atop this incline and dutifully observe the wild, untamed lands surrounding you.

                                            >...Man, this forest is really big.

                                            >In the distance you can just make out the city limits of Canterlot.

                                            >It all seems so far away, civilization.

                                            >You're in your element here.

                                            >You look down at your manhood.

                                            >Half erect.

                                            >Damn, you're having a really good time.

                                            >You'll have to tell Fluttershy what a good idea this was.

                                            >Which reminds you, there's a creek close by your current position.

                                            >Running water is a good place for critters of all sorts to bathe and hydrate.

                                            >You'll find her there, you can feel it.

                                            >After orienting yourself towards the creek, you stride between the trees towards your target.

                                            >Squirrels and birds quickly get out of your way as you make your way through their territory.

                                            >They recognize you as the apex predator.


                                            >But just before you break the tree line, you skid to a halt.

                                            >You have to be smart about this.

                                            >If Fluttershy is by the creek, you'll scare her off.

                                            >You change your strategy.

                                            >You lower your body and make slower, more deliberate steps.

                                            >It's only then that you notice how heavy your breathing has gotten much heavier.

                                            >It's almost scary how much you've regressed to your base instincts.

                                            >You'll worry about that later.

                                            >Peering through the leaves and branches, you see the faintest glimmer of pink and yellow.

                                            >It's her.

                                            >It has to be.

                                            >You arch your back lower and slowly stalk out of the trees and toward the creek.

                                            >The dirt beneath your bare feet becomes closer in consistency to mud.

                                            >It could hurt your traction, but this only invigorates you further.

                                            >You'll catch her no matter what.

                                            >But once your standing by the running water, you see her.

                                            >Further down the stream, cleaning the mud off her feet.

                                            >Fluttershy, as nude as the day she was born.

                                            >For a brief moment, you stop your hunt to admire her divine beauty.

                                            >The way her immaculately cared for hair flows across her soft curves is nothing short of hypnotic.

                                            >She's the closest thing you've ever seen to the birth of Venus in real life.

                                            >If only you were more of a painter.

                                            >But you're not here to paint.

                                            >You're here to hunt.

                                            >Breathing heavily through your nose, you slowly prowl your way towards your beautiful prey.

                                            >With each step closer, you feel your body heat up more and more.

                                            >You could feel your girth get longer and more stiff.

                                            >At this point, you're practically crawling towards Fluttershy.

                                            >You want her.

                                            >You need her.

                                            >But you slip.


                                            >Fluttershy snapped out of her graceful bathing and turned to face you with surprise.

                                            >Your eyes lock for a brief moment.

                                            >A brief, beautiful moment where it's just you, her, and your raw instincts.

                                            >In that brief moment, you see everything in her eyes.

                                            >She's surprised, but there's something louder being screamed.

                                            >Two words.

                                            >"Chase me."

                                            >Fluttershy then turns and darts off towards the woods.

                                            >But you weren't going to let her.

                                            >You spring to your feet and pursue her with the ferocity of a puma.

                                            >The tree branches almost seem to reach out and restrict your movement on behalf of the serene dryad you're hunting.

                                            >But you're undeterred.

                                            >You use your arms to sweep the branches out of your way.

                                            >The trees vanish from your sight and from your mind.

                                            >All you see is her.

                                            >Her immaculate body and flowing hair.

                                            >Standing out against the dense green scenery like a prey animal doomed to be hunted.

                                            >You feel big.

                                            >You feel powerful.

                                            >But your footing fails you.

                                            >A tree root catches your foot, forcing you to the ground.

                                            >You manage to protect your naked body enough to avoid getting too hurt, but when you look back up, she's gone.

                                            >Vanished into the wild.

                                            >You huff.

                                            >She can't hide.

                                            >You have her scent.

                                            >You continue making your way through the woods, with extra attunement to the way the dirt has shifted.

                                            >It's barely perceptible, but with your instincts firing on all cylinders, you can just make out vague footprints in the ground.

                                            >As you follow along these indentations in the ground, you feel all parts of your body brush aside trees and rocks and bushes.

                                            >An hour ago you couldn't imagine you would ever do something like this, but now that you're here, you almost couldn't imagine life any other way.

                                            >Your mind takes you to a wild, exciting future.

                                            >You and Fluttershy run away from the modern world, hand in hand.

                                            >You two retreat to the depths of the wilderness and live unburned by society.

                                            >As for that stuff about mailing bombs to various institutions...

                                            >...You'll figure that out later.


                                            >Damn, Fluttershy is good at this.

                                            >Has she been planning this or something?

                                            >It's almost unnatural how easy it is for her to just vanish into the woods.

                                            >You'd think it would be easier to spot her yellow butt through the green and brown fauna of the forest, but nope.

                                            >But this doesn't dissuade you at all.

                                            >In fact, it does the opposite.

                                            >You feel even more invigorated to hunt her down.

                                            >You should teach her a lesson for trying to evade your capture.

                                            >After scanning the environment, you find another small incline to scan the environment for any kind of traces of Fluttershy.

                                            >While standing proud and looking for her, you take a moment to admire yourself.

                                            >As egotistical as it sounds, you look great.

                                            >The dirt and small scrapes across your arms and legs make you look tough and rugged.

                                            >You tense your muscles, feeling even more powerful.

                                            >It's in this moment that you feel a small amount of disgust towards modern society for taking this proud feeling from you.

                                            >You never felt this strong or powerful in the hallways of Canterlot High.

                                            >Never felt this naked, either.

                                            >Maybe the world would be a better place if casual nudity was more commonplace.

                                            >Was this part of Fluttershy's plan?

                                            >Before you could ponder this further, you hear some rustling not too far from you.

                                            >Your head snaps in the direction of the sounds.

                                            >It was too much motion for a squirrel, and there aren't any deer in this area.

                                            >It's Fluttershy.

                                            >It had to be.

                                            >You feel your lower section stiffen at the prospect of finding your beautiful creature of prey.

                                            >Without a moment's hesitation, you lower your body and dart through the woods towards the source of the rusting.

                                            >You barely even register the rocks or dirt beneath your feet.

                                            >All you feel is the warmth of your body.

                                            >You might've set a new long jump record with how far you leapt over a small crevice, but that's something to brag about later.

                                            >And then, between the tree branches, you make out the faintest hint of skin color.

                                            >You stop sprinting and crouch low to the ground to hide your presence from her.

                                            >You're not letting her get away again.

                                            >With one careful footstep in front of another, you stalk closer to the tree closest to the clearing where she's sitting.

                                            >You grab a tree branch and slowly move it aside with surgical precision to make as little noise as possible.

                                            >With your view unobstructed, you finally get a good look at your prey-

                                            >...

                                            >...It isn't Fluttershy.

                                            >It's Wallflower Blush.


                                            >In an instant, all your confidence and strength vanished.

                                            >You semi-clumsily darted back behind the tree for cover.

                                            >Shit.

                                            >It was only supposed to be you and Fluttershy, not this chick.

                                            >She's ruining the mood and doesn't even know it.

                                            >Worse yet, you can't even say anything without initiating a conversation that would be awkward at the very least.

                                            >What do you do now?

                                            >You peer out from behind cover to analyze the situation.

                                            >Looks like Wallflower is doing some kind of botany homework.

                                            >She seems awfully interested in some boring shrub.

                                            >But she's got some notebooks and a bookbag near her.

                                            >And what looks like a bagged meal.

                                            >She's gonna be here for a while.

                                            >Fuck.

                                            >...This should be affecting your excitement.

                                            >But you look down.

                                            >You're still at full mast.

                                            >Boner, why are you betraying me.

                                            >"Hm?"

                                            >Your heart skips a beat as Wallflower looks up.

                                            >She must've heard you.

                                            >"Is anyone there?" Wallflower called out.

                                            >Yeah, she heard you.

                                            >You're frozen in place.

                                            >What do you do?

                                            >Sure, it's a kind of secluded place, there are worse places to be caught naked.

                                            >But if Wallflower catches you, she's gonna think you're some kind of sex pervert.

                                            >Wallflower's getting up and looking in your direction.

                                            >You need to move.

                                            >Okay, inner hunter, help me out here.

                                            >Wallflower took a step closer.

                                            >You stiffen your body and take a deep breath.

                                            >You hunch down and take a careful step backwards.

                                            >Near silent, perfect

                                            >Next step backwards.

                                            >Wallflower's getting closer.

                                            >She hasn't spotted you, but she's determined to find something.

                                            >Boner, can you please calm down.

                                            >Now is not the time.

                                            >No response from boner.


                                            >You glance over your shoulder to check the path you plan to escape through.

                                            >No big rocks or roots for you to trip on.

                                            >You're golden.

                                            >Wallflower's almost at the tree you were hiding behind.

                                            >If she looks to her right, it's over.

                                            >In one swift motion, you dart behind a larger tree.

                                            >But at the last moment, your footing slips on a patch of mud.

                                            >You almost have a heart attack from the sheer panic of being caught.

                                            >Your entire body tenses up behind your improvised cover.

                                            >Even the one part you don't part tensed up.

                                            >Wallflower's only a few feet away from you.

                                            >But somehow, by some miracle, she didn't hear you.

                                            >She glanced around, double checking to make sure she really didn't hear anything.

                                            >If she wants to end today on a good note, she didn't hear anything.

                                            >A few tortuously slow moments passed, but eventually, fate relented.

                                            >Wallflower shrugged, rubbed her eyes, and turned back to her botany assignment.

                                            >You stifle the urge to heave a sigh of relief until you believe she's out of earshot.

                                            >But when you exhale, Wallflower stops walking.

                                            >God damn it.

                                            >She turns back to your general direction.

                                            >Can you please leave?

                                            >None of this is your business.

                                            >Only Fluttershy has the honor of seeing your nude form.

                                            >Wallflower takes a step forward.

                                            >"Is anyone there?" She called out.

                                            >No, there isn't.

                                            >Now go away.

                                            >You really wish you could tell Wallflower to go back to her stupid bush.

                                            >Wallflower squinted her eyes and leered in your direction.

                                            >Boner, can you please calm down.

                                            >We DON'T want her to find us.

                                            >It felt like an eternity, but Wallflower finally turned around and went back to her homework.

                                            >God, FINALLY.


                                            >You stand up, triumphant from having survived this near-fatal encounter.

                                            >Your heart is still racing.

                                            >You felt like you just barely escaped the guillotine.

                                            >And yet...

                                            >You felt good.

                                            >You felt REALLY good.

                                            >You felt more alive than you've ever felt in your life.

                                            >There's a small puddle nearby, so you take a moment to admire your rugged, nude body in the reflection.

                                            >Damn it, Fluttershy.

                                            >It took you two weeks to kiss with tongue.

                                            >And now she just threw you into exhibitionism.

                                            >You feel your body strengthen.

                                            >You're gonna get her.

                                            >She's gotta answer for turning you into such a pervert like she apparently is.

                                            >Just then, out of the corner of your eye, you spot her.

                                            >It's the briefest glimpse, but you know what you saw.

                                            >Her lithe, naked form darting behind a boulder.

                                            >That pervert.

                                            >She was watching you avoid getting caught by Wallflower.

                                            >With a huff, you spin on your heel and charge after her.

                                            >Fluttershy was prepared though, she sprinted off as soon as you propelled yourself forward after her.

                                            >But you're not letting her get away this time.

                                            >Not after how much she's been leading you on.

                                            >Your feet are running on autopilot.

                                            >You've never moved this fast or as gracefully before.

                                            >It's like this forest and/or your nudity brings out your inner strength.

                                            >The trees and rocks of the forest fade from your vision and your mind.

                                            >All that you can perceive is the elusive beauty before you.

                                            >Fluttershy.

                                            >While she might be surprisingly swift, her ass swaying as she runs provides all the motivation you need to ignore the burning of your lungs.

                                            >She seems to know where she's leading you, because you don't know where you're going.

                                            >She could be leading you to Sweet Apple Acres or Downtown Canterlot.

                                            >But you know one thing for sure.

                                            >You're gonna get her before she can lead you to any kind of trap.


                                            >Slowly, but surely, you close the distance between you and your flighty girlfriend.

                                            >The closer you get to her, the more you hear her panting.

                                            >She's getting close to the limits of what her body will allow.

                                            >She's not built to survive.

                                            >You are.

                                            >But just before you could get close enough to reach out and grab her, Fluttershy dives for the dirt.

                                            >This sudden change in the chase almost throws you off your balance.

                                            >But you react just fast enough to steady your form and avoid falling on your face.

                                            >Fluttershy's eyes are wide and she's rapidly breathing in and out.

                                            >She's backed up against a large fallen tree.

                                            >Her eyes are locked directly with yours.

                                            >She's trapped and completely vulnerable.

                                            >Casual observers would see Fluttershy as a trapped victim of your relentless hunt.

                                            >But you know better.

                                            >Her eyes give it all away.

                                            >The way her bare, supple chest heaves with each breath.

                                            >The subtle way she bites her lower lip.

                                            >You savor this moment.

                                            >You hunch down and slowly approach her, breathing heavily and fully erect.

                                            >Fluttershy moves to back away, but she knows she's backed against the fallen tree.

                                            >What she's really doing is spreading her legs, revealing her moist, slightly swollen womanhood.

                                            >It's clear that Fluttershy has been taking great care in grooming her hair, resembling a welcome mat just for you.

                                            >The subtle glisten arousal dripping from her entrance gently shimmers like recently cut diamonds.

                                            >You drag your gaze up her naked body, indulging yourself in the sight of the nude girl before you.

                                            >Her soft stomach, her heaving chest, the blush spreading across her face.

                                            >God damn, you don't think you've ever seen her this aroused before.

                                            >She's such a pervert.

                                            >You stalk towards her closer, almost crawling on all fours.

                                            >She's almost spread eagle.

                                            >Silently beckoning you closer.

                                            >The closer you inch towards her, the more her breathing turns to panting.

                                            >You even detect soft whimpers leaving her lips.

                                            >At this point, you don't think it's possible to be even more erect.

                                            >You need her.

                                            >You need to finish the hunt.

                                            >When you're mere inches away from her, you almost feel like you're burning up from the heat radiating off of her.

                                            >And then, you spot a glint of something in her eyes.

                                            >The subtlest crack in her façade.

                                            >It's all the warning you need.

                                            >When Fluttershy leaps up and makes to run, you're ready.

                                            >She gets a few good strides in before you catch up to her and grip her shoulders.

                                            >Fluttershy squeals in equal parts surprise and delight as you get a good enough hold on her to wrestle her back onto the ground.

                                            >She tries to writhe out of your grasp, but you're too strong.

                                            >You finally have your hands on her naked body, and you refuse to let go.

                                            >After a bit of finagling, you wrestle Fluttershy to the ground.

                                            >You've got each of her arms pinned down.

                                            >The glee in her eyes can barely be contained.

                                            >You did it.

                                            >You won.

                                            >Time to indulge in the spoils of the hunt.


                                            >You lean in and sink your teeth into Fluttershy's neck, giving her the firmest, roughest hickey you've ever given her.

                                            >The reaction was instantaneous.

                                            >Fluttershy's back arched upwards as the lewdest moan you've ever heard left her mouth.

                                            >At this point, you're hard enough to cut diamonds.

                                            >But you're not gonna jump right to that.

                                            >You're gonna take your time with this.

                                            >With a bestial groan, you go back to biting Fluttershy's neck, with each bite making her writhe and moan again and again.

                                            >You feel her feigned desire to escape wane further and further with each bite and lick.

                                            >Now, you've gotten intimate with Fluttershy before.

                                            >But this was different.

                                            >This was something completely different.

                                            >Her body felt like it was made to be pressed against yours.

                                            >Her breasts, her stomach, her legs, it all felt so heavenly.

                                            >Now that you're confident she wasn't going anywhere, you greedily run your hands down her chest and across her thighs.

                                            >Fluttershy could only communicate in lewd babbles, but when it came to body language, she was writing a novel.

                                            >She shivered with pleasure when you dragged your hands across her breasts and teased her nipples with your fingers.

                                            >Her body rocked in perfect synchronicity with you as your hands explored her naked, yearning body.

                                            >It was only now that you fully appreciate how perfectly shaped her stomach was.

                                            >That womb bulge, good lord.

                                            >And her thighs.

                                            >The perfect stress toys.

                                            >You could spend all day squeezing those juicy legs.

                                            >And from what Fluttershy is conveying, she wouldn't mind at all.

                                            >Apart from some whimpers, begging for more than that.

                                            >You lean closer to her ear.

                                            >You'd normally whisper flirty one-liners in her ear to get her worked up, but there's no need for that now.

                                            >Your hot breath teasing her cheek and neck was enough to get the poor girl even more wound up.

                                            >Your rock-hard member gently prodding her soaking entrance wasn't helping her situation at all.

                                            >You're gonna have some fun with this.

                                            >Slowly, carefully, you tease her pussy with the tip of your manhood.

                                            >Each prod elicited a fun new noise from Fluttershy.

                                            >What a sight to behold.

                                            >Her toes were curling and uncurling, her back was as arched up as high as it could go, and her heavy breathing turned to panting.

                                            >There were so many things you wanted to say to her, but you knew better.

                                            >In this moment, silence speaks a million words.

                                            >And you've said more than enough with your actions already.


                                            >You've teased her enough.

                                            >Time for the main event.

                                            >Agonizingly slowly, you position yourself directly above her, directly lined up for entry.

                                            >But before you seal the deal, you gaze deep into Fluttershy's eyes.

                                            >Her gaze could hypnotize you.

                                            >Those two eyes hold an ocean of emotions.

                                            >But in this torrent of emotions, one single feeling reigns above all.

                                            >Lust.

                                            >Raw, unfiltered lust.

                                            >Her blushing cheeks and heaving chest carry forth a message of only one word from her eyes and into your soul.

                                            >"Please"

                                            >And so, you obliged.

                                            >Slowly, lovingly, you sink into Fluttershy's warm womanhood.

                                            >Fluttershy couldn't contain herself.

                                            >Her attempts to stifle her arousal were all for naught.

                                            >Once you entered her, Fluttershy squealed in delight.

                                            >You let out a deep breath as the warmth of her damp pussy enveloped your manhood.

                                            >She was a perfect fit.

                                            >You wanted to take it slow to ease her into the action, but she had other plans.

                                            >The moment you entered her, her arms wrapped around your neck and her legs locked around your waist like a vice grip.

                                            >You weren't going anywhere.

                                            >She made sure of that.

                                            >You could barely make any kind of thrusting motion due to her surprising strength.

                                            >But you've come too far to submit now.

                                            >You're the predator.

                                            >She's the prey.

                                            >You need to remind her of that.

                                            >You grip her hips with increased vigor.

                                            >This reduced her grip strength just enough to get a good rhythm going.

                                            >With each thrust, Fluttershy gasped and moaned in an indescribably melodic manner.

                                            >Her fingernails digging into your back only urge you on.

                                            >Her grip is so powerful she might have drawn blood, but you don't care.

                                            >You can feel her leg muscles firing on all cylinders to keep you as sedentary as possible.

                                            >She could put Applejack to shame right now.

                                            >Ugh, why think about her right now?

                                            >You turn your mind back to the beauty on the ground before you.

                                            >Soon enough, you get into a nice rhythm with you.

                                            >You've completely broken her resistance.

                                            >Your and Fluttershy move in perfect harmony, thrusting in and out as one unit.

                                            >With the way you two are wrapped around each other, you might as well be one single being.


                                            >You've never seen Fluttershy like this before.

                                            >She completely shed her modesty along with her clothes.

                                            >As you pumped into her a little rougher, she wrapped her arms around your neck even tighter and whimpered in your ear.

                                            >Her voice was so feminine and so lewd, it put you at risk of releasing early.

                                            >But you've come too far to give in so soon.

                                            >You tease her a little more by biting her earlobe.

                                            >Her voice becomes higher pitched than you've ever heard it.

                                            >Her nude body freezes up.

                                            >Her voice hitches.

                                            >She's close.

                                            >Really close.

                                            >You can practically taste it.

                                            >There's a million things Fluttershy wants to say, from teasing compliments to begging for release.

                                            >But she's drowning in lust, completely unable to speak coherently.

                                            >And completely in under your control.

                                            >You draw your head away from her neck and bring your lips close to hers.

                                            >Fluttershy's eyes flutter shut as she brings her face closer to yours for a passionate kiss.

                                            >But you want to punish her a little for watching you nearly get caught by Wallflower, so you draw your head away from her as you continue your rhythmic thrusting.

                                            >When she realizes you haven't met her halfway, she opens her eyes and pouts.

                                            >You give her a teasing look, reinforcing your superiority.

                                            >She wasn't going to accept being refused a kiss like this, so she ran her fingers through your messy hair, gripped your head, and forcefully pulled you in for a deep, loving kiss.

                                            >It was in that moment, when your lips met and your tongues intertwined, that you two finally climaxed.

                                            >It happened in one beautiful moment, you and Fluttershy let out a deep, lewd moan as your fluids released to mix with each other, creating one single substance of love.

                                            >You sank down onto her as you finished releasing your seed, panting from how much you've been exerting yourself this past hour.

                                            >Fluttershy's grip on your body relaxed, her limbs deflating and falling from your body.

                                            >She drowsily ran her hands across your cheeks, looking into your eyes with an exhausted, sheepish smile.

                                            >"Hehe... How... was... that?" She panted with a whisper.

                                            >It took you a little longer to summon the strength to answer her, looking back into her love filled gaze.

                                            "...You're a terrible influence on me~" You tease her.

                                            >Fluttershy giggled, draping her arms around your neck and planting a gentle kiss on your lips.

                                            >"I don't hear you complaining, mister~"

                                            "Well, I DID almost get caught." You reminded her with a playfully stern tone.

                                            >"You didn't seem to mind~"

                                            "Oh, I did."

                                            >You playfully smack her thigh, eliciting another adorable giggle from her.

                                            >"So... Same time next week?"

                                            >You gently laugh, planting a loving kiss on her lips.

                                            "It's a date~"


                                            >On the other side of the river from the forest you two are currently embracing in lies Sweet Apple Acres.

                                            >Applejack just happened to be getting help from Rainbow Dash for work around the farm.

                                            >Which just happened to be near the river separating you and Fluttershy from the farm.

                                            >Applejack and Rainbow Dash had completed their work half an hour ago, yet refrained from going inside for a refreshing drink.

                                            >They were too enthralled by the live performance you and Fluttershy were unknowingly putting on.

                                            >They stood motionless and silent, blushing fiercely.

                                            >From their relatively safe position, the two young women happened to get a perfect viewing of the your hunt for Fluttershy.

                                            >And your conquest following Fluttershy's capture.

                                            >Even though you two were resting on the ground in each other's nude embrace, the two were still stuck in an awkward silence.

                                            >"...We should probably stop lookin'." Applejack suggested, breaking the silence with a great amount of effort.

                                            >"Yeah, probably." Rainbow agreed, not breaking her gaze from you two.


                                            THE END