Naa Naa 3 (Clop)

>Day do the naa naa naa naa naa in Equestria.

>Today is a pretty relaxing day.

>Fluttershy didn’t turn up with a fetish this morning.

>You think she’s finally learned not to mess with your guard dog.

>”Naa!”

>Sorry, guard p0ny.

>Anyway, that gave you and Futashy some free time today.

>So you’re doing something you both love.

>Watching Star Wars.

>It’s weird, but she goes absolutely crazy for it.

>It’s one of her favourite things.

>Though ever since you showed her a video of Star Wars Kinect, she hides behind her hooves whenever Han Solo comes on screen.

>You fear that may have traumatized her for life.

>You started with the best trilogy first.

>And if you had your way, you’d have made it the last trilogy too.

>But Futashy knows where your DVDs are kept, and she brought you episode one in her mouth.

>As you approached the end of Return of the Jedi, she brought it to you and dropped it on your lap.

>”Naa! Naa!”

>Initially you tried to just ignore her and watch Vader’s death speech.

>”Naa! Naaaaaaaa!”

>She started pawing at your legs with a hoof.

>And then you made a grave mistake.

>You looked down at her puppy dog face.

>Her big teal eyes looked up at you, begging for it.

>Goddammit.

>You were used to Fluttershy using her cuteness on you.

>And Futashy looks just like her.

>But you actually like Futashy.

>You didn’t stand a chance.

“*sigh* Fine... We’ll watch Episode One...”

>”NAA!”

>She started jumping in circles, flapping her wings like crazy.

>You think seeing her happy like this might outweigh the torment of the awful films.

 

>It didn’t.

>The first movie was just as bad as you had remembered.

>Perhaps even worse.

>And Futashy wasn’t helping matters.

>She started humping the carpet when Princess Amidala showed up.

“Dammit, Futashy! Use the Fleshlight Sparkle I bought for you!”

>You grab the 20 pounds of p0ny pussy and ass and thrust it underneath Futashy.

>She whines gratefully and stops getting friction burns on the carpet.

>You shake your head.

>She’s just as bad as Fluttershy sometimes...

>And occasionally you’ve found stains on your bedsheets in the morning.

>She seems to be humping you in your sleep more recently.

>She’s always had a bit of a problem like that, but she seems to have a fixation on your ass at the moment.

>You’ve considered keeping a spray bottle close to hand for those occasions.

>But she can’t help it really.

>She’s Fluttershy with a dick.

>What did you expect?

>Your attention is brought back to the film when you hear Futashy growling.

>”Grrr...”

>Ugh, it’s another scene with JarJar Binks.

>See, this is why you like Futashy.

>She has good taste generally.

>She’s gone into full attack mode on sight of that high pitched dullard.

>”Me-sa JarJar!”

>”Naa! Naa!”

>Futashy has her wings fully extended, and has her haunches tensed.

>Her tail is pointing up, and her forelegs are bent.

>She’s fully poised to attack.

>JarJar grabs one of the water bombs and starts juggling it.

>This guy is supposed to be a main character?

>”Naa! NAA!”

>Whoa, Futashy’s getting really riled up!

>”GRRRRRRR! NAA!”

>With a final yell she lunges at your 42 inch magical plasma screen.

>You’re too slow to react as the television teeters and totters on its flimsy stand.

>Futashy has suddenly lost her bravado and is paralyzed in fear in front of the black monolith in front of her.

>It finally topples forward onto your little yellow p0ny.

>*SMASH*

>*CRACK*

>...

>”NnnnnnaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

>Futashy howls with pain from her injury.

>You can hear her crying and scrabbling with her hooves in panic under the TV.

>The bottom of the television is still propped up on the TV table.

>The top of the television has fallen on Futashy’s left wing, pinning her.

>You can see blood starting to pool already.

>”NAAAAAAAAA—NAAAAAAAA!”

“Oh god! Shy! Hold on!”

>You quickly lift the TV, not caring about the damage to the unique, one of a kind item.

>You have something else more important to worry about now.

>Now that you’ve removed the television, you can see Futashy.

>She’s curled up into a ball, shivering with her eyes clamped shut.

>She’s crying up a storm, and her outstretched wing looks like it’s broken.

“Oh no... Shy!”

>Your first instinct is to pick her up.

>You wrap an arm around her belly and lift.

>”NAAAAAAA!!!”

>Her scream becomes incredibly high pitched and loud.

>She sounds just like Fluttershy at times...

>It’s heartwrenching, but you need to take her to someone that can help her.

>And there’s only one p0ny near you that could help an animal in need.

>Fluttershy.

>You hold Futashy in one arm – she’s actually quite light.

>With the other you hold her broken wing.

>She simply sobs into your chest.

“I’m sorry, Shy! This is going to hurt, but I need to get you to a vet!”

>She nods ever so slightly.

>You head out the house to Fluttershy’s cottage.

>Once there you start shouting.

“Fluttershy! It’s Anon! I need your help!”

>She opens the door and pokes her head through the crack.

>Once she sees you and Futashy though, she flings the door open and flies to you.

>”What happened?”

“The... The TV... It just... It fell!”

>”This is no time to panic, mister! Get a hold of yourself! Get her inside on my table!”

>Fluttershy is galvanised into action by the thought of an animal in need.

>You’ve never seen her like this.

>It’s completely contrary to the shy, stuttering, meek, yellow-bellied coward you usually see.

>It’s almost attractive...

>But you have more important things to do right now than to muse on Fluttershy as a potential mate.

>You rush inside Fluttershy’s cottage and place Futashy down gently on her dining table.

>You kneel beside her and take a hold of a forehoof.

“Don’t worry, Shy! Everything’s going to be ok.”

>”Naaa...”

>She sounds so weak...

>Fluttershy joins you at the table.

>She has gauze, antiseptic and bandages.

>”It looks like a clean break. This is going to hurt.”

>Fluttershy pours out some antiseptic and starts cleaning the wound.

>”Nnnnn...”

>Futashy twitches, but hardly makes any noise.

>She’s being such a brave girl.

>You tell her as much.

>”Brace yourself, Shy.”

>Fluttershy takes a gentle hold of Futashy’s broken wing and steadies herself for a second.

>Then suddenly and expertly, she resets the bone.

>Futashy doesn’t even wince.

>You suspect she’s fallen unconscious.

>Fluttershy has already moved onto stitching up the wing and bandaging it.

>”There. All done.”

>You’re so relieved that your little Futashy is ok...

“Thank you... Thank you so much, Fluttershy...!”

>You’re overcome with gratitude.

>You hug Fluttershy tightly.

>”O-oh!”

>You ordinarily wouldn’t indulge Fluttershy with such physical contact, but you’re just so thankful.

>You don’t know what you would have done without her help.

>”There, there, Anon. She’s going to be ok.”

>She rubs your back with a hoof.

>It’s only now that you notice you’ve been crying.

>Your tears stain Fluttershy’s yellow coat.

>”She just needs to rest now. She’s lucky to have you as an owner who knew what to do.”

“Thank you, Fluttershy... Thank you.”

 

>Futashy has been moved to a pet bed that Fluttershy had spare.

>It’s funny to see what passes for a person in this world be so happy in something made for a pet.

>Now that she’s been given some painkillers, she’s breathing gently in her sleep with a smile on her face.

>You and Fluttershy sit with cups of tea on her sofa.

>Your cup and saucer rattle in your hands.

>You’re still shaken from the scare.

>Fluttershy is calm and serene.

“I... I suppose you’ve done this a lot before.”

>”It happens. Not often, but it does.”

>You both take another sip of tea in silence.

“I should thank you again.”

>”Oh, it’s really no problem...”

>Really, what do you say to someone who tried to rape you at every turn?

>You both take another sip of tea.

“If there’s anything I can do to help...”

>”Well, there is one thing...”

“Really? What?”

>You felt so useless earlier... You couldn’t do a thing to help.

>”Well you could give her your coom.”

>You spit your tea out.

“I’m sorry, WHAT?”

>Fluttershy is unshaken.

>”Your coom! It’s something only present in human semen. It’s basically a miracle cure for p0nies.”

>You smell a trap.

“Are you being serious, Fluttershy?”

>She looks shocked and offended.

>”Of course! Why do you think I wanted your hot monkey dick? I needed a fresh supply of coom from your coom spout! Just think of all the good we could do together!”

>Okay. Let’s think about this logically.

>If you have sex with your pet Flutter- Futashy, there’s a possibility that she’ll get cured almost instantly.

>But the p0ny who told you this is none other than Fluttershy.

>Ugh... This is a predicament to be sure.

>Do you love your pet enough to do something like this?

>It’s not like she doesn’t try to have sex with you each night...

>Maybe that means she wants it?

>You look Fluttershy straight in the eyes.

“Fluttershy, are you telling the truth?”

>She looks unwaveringly into your eyes.

>”Yes. I am.”

>Shit, that’s pretty convincing.

“Are you sure?”

>”Yes.”

>Again, she doesn’t fault.

“... How do I administer my... ‘coom?’”

>”You just have to have sex with her.”

>She says this as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

>Perhaps it is.

>But it still rustles your jimmies something awful.

>You pick yourself up off the sofa and set down your tea.

>Are you really going to do this?

>You look back to Fluttershy.

>She sips her tea.

>If she’s lying, you never want to play poker with her ever.

>She’s absolutely placid right now.

>You turn back to Futashy.

>She still looks a bit worse for wear from her events today.

>It pains your heart to see her hurt.

>You only realised earlier today how much she means to you.

>She’s more than a pet. She’s your companion.

>Your friend.

>You can’t stand to see her in pain.

>So you’ll do it.

>For her.

>You unbutton your trousers.

>And pull down your pants.

>Fluttershy sips her tea.

>Futashy is still asleep.

>You kneel next to her head.

>You stroke her mane.

>You scratch behind her ear.

>”*whine*”

>She seems so peaceful as she sleeps.

>If she stays asleep, it’ll make this easier.

>Then you notice a soft, warm sensation on your back.

>It makes you jump.

>”There, there. Here, let me help you.”

>Fluttershy presses her chest to your back, and wraps her forelegs around your chest.

>She’s so soft and gentle...

>She brings her wings forward.

>You’ve seen her use them before.

>Her primary feathers can be used as fingers to some extent.

>She has a surprising amount of control with them.

>She brings a pair of feathers down to your flaccid member.

>”Shh... Just close your eyes...”

>You do so.

>You imagine that you have a beautiful human woman with you.

>Fluttershy’s voice is just lovely if you listen to it without seeing her.

>It’s one of her saving graces.

>You can feel her breath tickling your ear while she plays with you.

>To feel another soul so close to you...

>One so demure...

>It is arousing.

>Your shaft starts to rise to the occasion.

>”That’s a good boy...”

>Her voice is as smooth as silk, and oh so womanly.

>You can’t deny her femininity.

>As your head finally rises to its full height, her feathers start tease you more.

>Their tickly softness on your engorged member feels so good.

>With all the blood rushing to your cock, your nerves are set alight by every touch from her.

>She brings her other wing around you and joins it with its sister.

>One wing works at the top of you, the other at your shaft.

>The two wings work against each other, one going up whilst the other goes down.

>The feeling is incredible!

>”Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ve had to help my animals before. Just remember, this is for Shy, ok?”

“Y-yes...”

>When did she get so dominant?

>It must be because it’s in aid of an animal in need...

>Your animal.

>Suddenly Fluttershy shifts her grip on you.

>With the two primaries on each wing she creates a diamond.

>Nestled in the center of this diamond is your cock.

>She moves her feathers up and down your shaft, stopping just below your frenulum.

>She knows exactly what she’s doing.

>She’s stopping just below the most sensitive part of your rod.

>It’s maddening.

“F-fluttershy... Please...”

>You turn your head to her fuzzy cheek.

>You kiss her face.

>She doesn’t kiss back, she just smiles.

>”If you insist...”

>She changes her grip once more.

>This time she grabs your shaft firmly with one wing.

>With the other she forms a cup that goes over your head.

>She twists the cup, stimulating your tip and the spot on the underneath of your crown.

>You immediately jerk back, like an electric shock has just gone up your spine.

>You grit your teeth at the intense sensations.

>It’s too much!

>If she keeps this up, you’re going to cum.

>Your hands clench and search for anything to grip in mid air.

>She’s made you lose control of your body!

>Thankfully she stops after a few seconds.

>”Now, now... We can’t have you cum and waste it. Give her the dick.”

>She motions with a wing towards Futashy.

>Yes.

>You’re doing it for her.

>Your mind takes a second to re-establish dominance over your body.

>Once your senses have returned, you crawl over behind Futashy.

>You position yourself at her entrance.

>”No, no, no! You have to prepare her first!” Fluttershy scolds.

>She raises a good point.

>You can’t go in dry.

>Even though you’re so close to release.

>You raise a finger to Futashy’s folds.

>Even though Futashy is a pet, she’s just like a real p0ny in this world.

>You give her showers daily, and she really doesn’t smell bad.

>She has a slight lemon scent to her.

>You start to rub the meaty lips around her slit.

>”*whine*”

>She’s still asleep, but she’s responding to your stimulation.

>After a few seconds of teasing, you decide to step it up.

>You take a single finger and run it up the centre of her slit.

>She winks in response.

>It makes her spit a little bit of liquid out at you.

>Good. She’s ready.

>You run your finger down her slit again, stopping at her clit.

>You draw circles around its hiding place.

>It draws it out and makes her wink more to get to your finger.

>It only makes her more wet.

>You start to smell a sweet honey scent.

>It’s Futashy’s arousal.

>You lean over Futashy.

>With one last glance back to Fluttershy you prepare yourself to enter her.

>Fluttershy nods to you.

>You’re doing this.

>You’re really doing this.

>Gently, the head of your cock enters into Futashy’s folds.

>”Naaaa...!” Futashy cries dreamily.

>As you enter you see Futashy’s balls contract.

>Her dick is probably erect underneath her.

>You might have to deal with that.

>You hilt yourself inside Futashy.

>Her insides are so warm!

>Her velvety texture tugs at your dick from all sides.

>Her vulva twitches rhythmically, her instinct to milk you taking over.

>It takes a lot of effort, but you manage to fight her strong muscles and pull out slightly.

>This is only so that you can push yourself back in again.

>”Naaa...” She says again.

>You know your pet.

>She’s enjoying it, if the smile on her face is anything to go by.

>It makes you smile in turn.

>Despite this whole situation making your gut turn.

>Fluttershy notices your hesitation and flies over to you.

>Once again she approaches you from behind.

>”It’s ok, Anon... It’s for her own good.”

“Y-yeah... You’re right...”

>”Naa?”

>Your talking has woken up Futashy.

>”Oh, Fluttershy... You’re such a loudmouth...!”

>Futashy is initially confused, and takes in her surroundings.

>Then she looks back to you.

>She’s very confused when she sees you all buddy buddy with Fluttershy.

>”Naa? Naa??”

“Futashy! I’m so glad you’re awake...!”

>Futashy pulls herself off your member with a moan.

>You lament the loss of your cocksleeve.

“Come here, girl!”

>Futashy turns around and leaps up for a hug.

>She licks your face gleefully.

>You can see her trying to move her wings instinctively.

“Shy, stop for a sec.”

>She obeys.

“Fluttershy here managed to help fix your wing.”

>Futashy looks suspiciously at Fluttershy for a second, then nods her head in gratitude.

>”Naa.”

>”You’re welcome.”

“But she also told me about something that I can do to help you.”

>Futashy quizzically cocks her head at you.

“If I give you my essence, I can help heal your wing.”

>Futashy is still confused, but then understands your meaning.

>She immediately stuffs your erect cock into her mouth and starts lapping away at you.

>”Nmff!”

>Again your hard-on is engulfed by a warm wetness, this time with a different texture.

“W-whoa, there, Shy! Down, girl!”

>Futashy relents and stops her blowjob.

>”Naa?”

“Well Fluttershy said that we should have sex... That’s why I was doing what I was doing before.”

>Futashy seems only all too happy to accept your explanation with a single nod.

>She turns around and impales herself on your manhood.

>This time she grips on tight with her powerful muscles.

>Now that she’s awake she’s in full control.

>You can’t help but grit your teeth again against Futashy’s movement.

>She must be quite turned on after you teased her while she was asleep.

>She’s wasting no time in trying to extract your semen.

>She slams herself back onto your pecker with reckless abandon.

>Her velvety walls increase the amount of friction you experience, sending your pleasure levels sky high.

>She’s enjoying it too, making soft “Naa” noises with every pump.

>Over and over she slams into your pelvis.

>You’re a complete slave to her movements.

>”Here, let me help...”

>Fluttershy floats over to in front of Futashy.

>She opens her muzzle and kisses her deeply.

>The two of them make out in front of you.

>It’s like watching twins, in a way.

>They both look almost identical.

>Then Fluttershy turns herself around.

>She presents herself to Futashy, whose eyes light up upon seeing her wink.

>Fluttershy backs herself into Futashy, who mounts her.

>They slide together, and Futashy enters Fluttershy.

>The new angle of attack provides you with a different sensation.

>Futashy is now angled against the underside of your cock.

>Futashy starts thrusting into Fluttershy and back onto you.

>Your ménage a trois is complete.

>Fluttershy moans in ecstasy.

>”Yeees... I’ve been waiting for this since that wingjob...”

>You almost forgot that pegasi wings were sensitive to touch.

>She must have enjoyed it almost as much as you did.

>”Yes, cum for momma!”

>Futashy slams back and forth between you and Fluttershy.

>She has such energy and stamina, it’s incredible.

>Soon you feel your orgasm approaching.

>Between the new angle and Futashy’s pace, you weren’t going to last long anyway.

>Her walls grip you tightly, and her juices spill out over your crotch.

>You’re going to explode any second.

“I’m... I’m gonna...”

>”Naa... Naa!”

>”Yes, do it now!”

>You release your seed deep into Futashy’s belly, painting her insides white with your cum.

>At the same time, Fluttershy feels the flare of Futashy’s horsecock inside her, setting off her own orgasm.

>Futashy enjoys the best of both worlds, feeling full of cum, and cumming herself.

>Her balls empty themselves into Fluttershy in a torrent of milky jets.

>She cums so much that it spills out of Fluttershy’s cunt and pools on the floor.

>You pull out, and Futashy pulls out of Fluttershy, staggering back and falling on top of you.

>The three of you lie on the floor, panting.

>After a break to get your breath back, you notice something.

>Futashy fell on her injured wing when she lay on you!

“Futashy, are you ok?”

>”Naa?”

“Your wing, does it hurt?”

>”Naa?”

>She cranes her neck around and tentatively preens the feathers she can reach.

>She seems to be in no discomfort.

>The procedure worked!

>”See... I... told you...”

>Fluttershy is still reeling from her intense orgasm.

>You take off the bandages holding Futashy’s wings down.

>She extends her wings and gives them a test flap.

>They look as good as new, if not better!

>They sparkle in the sun.

>”Naa! Naa!”

>She runs over to Fluttershy and starts licking her face.

>Fluttershy giggles.

>”You’re welcome.” She says, with a huge grin on her face.

>Futashy runs back to you and gives you the same treatment.

>”Naa...!”

“I love you too, Futashy.”

>She snuggles into your chest and lies down next to you.

>You wrap an arm around her and start stroking her mane idly.

>Today was a good day.

 

>A week later and you’re taking Futashy for another walk.

>Fluttershy floats alongside you as you walk to P0nyville general.

>Now that you three have opened up your own clinic, you walk like this together most days.

>You arrive at the hospital and take off your clothes.

>Fluttershy takes her place at the desk, and Futashy heads behind one of the curtains.

>Fluttershy calls in the first patient.

>It’s Cheerilee.

>Oh boy. You can’t wait to help her out.

>She’s complaining of an achy ankle.

>Fluttershy prescribes her usual treatment: 20 minutes with you.

>Cheerilee hops out of her chair and rushes behind the curtain with you.

>She immediately starts making out with you.

>”Naa! Naa!”

>Futashy comes over and starts humping your ass.

>You don’t stop her.

>You and Futashy are a team now.

>You have to deliver so many injections per day, and you’d never be able to do it without her help.

>After you position yourself inside Cheerilee, Futashy takes her place on your back.

“You ready, partner?”

>”Naa!”

>You plunge into Cheerilee’s snatch.

>Futashy plunges into your anus.

>She stimulates your prostate, increasing the amount of cum that you’re able to produce.

>With the added stimulation, you cum in no time at all, and Cheerilee’s achy ankle is cured.

>”Thanks, Anon!”

“Just doing my job, Miss Cheerilee.”

>She exits the examination room with a spring in her step.

>Another p0ny cured!

>Fluttershy pokes her head inside the curtain.

>”All done? Good. We’ve got a busy day today.”

>You poke your head out the examination room door.

>Pretty much every mare in P0nyville is lined up, waiting for their “treatment”.

>It seems they’re all complaining about achy ankles.

>Looks like it’s going to be a long day.

>But at least you have your faithful Shy twins to help you out.