A Muscleshy RP I did for a wonderful fellow

I want to slowly and lovingly caress Fluttershy's buttcheeks with my tongue, before massaging her pucker with it as well... for hours... Underneath her, while she sleeps or watches a movie or something...

She'd giggle occasionally, and wiggle a bit for me, whispering that it felt really good, if she was awake. If not she'd just give cute little whimpers of satisfaction, while shifting every now and again.

When she was done with the nap or the movie, she'd turn around and give me a soft kiss on the cheek, thanking me for the attention. I would be so happy to have made her feel good. I'd offer to do it anytime she asked, to which she'd blush... and ask if I could help her with something. Then she'd turn around and present her moist, dripping wet sex. She'd pretend to be assertive, and say that I had to take responsibility for my actions...

What could I do in response... and it would be my fault. I'd lick her sex up and down, before sliding my tongue inside, massaging the walls... I'd lick and suck and kiss her for as long as she wanted.

 

I want to service Fluttershy...

 

When I'm done with that, she'll thank me again. And I'll get to do this... every day, for the rest of my life...

 

This is what I want. I'll stop bothering you folks.

 

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Honestly, given the way I'd likely act to her... It'd be obvious I'd want her to be stronger than me... That she'd be able to tell me what to do and when to do it, precisely because I'd _need_ to service her in this way. I'd want her to be kind and gentle of course, but this is Fluttershy... there isn't a better pony for those qualities in existence.

 

I'd also probably try and drop hints that I wanted to receive anal, somehow.

 

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The first thing she picks up on is your need for orders. Every time you ask for a prompt or command makes her blush a little. So she sucks it up and gets advanced lessons from Iron Will....

 

Over the next few weeks you notice that Fluttershy disappears for hours at a time without telling you where she went. It's a little unnerving, her hiding something, but every time you start to talk about it she forces the conversation into something different. It's refreshing for a while, and then her absence becomes part of your weekly routine.

 

The first flex of authority is a sudden one. One night after a particularly good movie, you move to give her your regular service. With a soft hoof she stops you from kneeling. "No hands tonight." The way she says it, it's not an order. It's a simple, exact statement of fact. Silently, you fold your arms behind your back and kneel into an otherwise-normal session of worship and love. Her coos afterward are punctuated with an odd statement, "Good boy, Anon."

 

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I'm quite giddy with happiness at this, though surprised. That evening I make sure to give my attentions with even more energy than usual, and resolve to see how far all of this goes. The least I can do is to make myself more useful, and so while she's away the next day, I ensure that everything in her cottage is exactly in order... cleaned, animals fed (and cleaned for good measure)... the whole nine yards... anything and everything to encourage her.

 

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Her session today ended quite quickly, which is why you're surprised when she bursts in through the door and rushes at you. The only thing you can really process before impact is a high and loud *squee*

 

Then adrenaline kicks in and you feel the world slow to a crawl as she homes in on you. Her body hits you fast, but she deftly wraps herself around your torso, pinning your arms and knocking you off balance. You feel the sickening feeling of falling before Fluttershy's tight hold shows itself.

 

Time decides now's a good time to assert itself and you're both flung across the room, right into a pile of pillows you neatly stacked on her couch. They scatter throughout the room as Fluttershy talks a mile a minute, her soft yet eager words incomprehensible to your addled brain. You gather your wits and twist to look at Fluttershy, who's latched to your side. Her wide eyes are locked onto yours expectantly, and you can feel her body through your thin clothes. It's largely lacking the softness she had when you first met her, replaces with a strange toned feeling. And, is that muscle definition?

 

 

Fluttershy finishes with the few words you've been able to understand from her machine-gun rant, "And he said I was progressing faster than any other pony he'd ever seen! I'm so proud of myself!" She gives you one last nuzzle before slowly detaching herself and fluttering proudly in front of you. "So. Bedroom."

 

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My face quickly goes from amused at her excitement to shocked at her sudden and, powerful, display of affection. I cuddle her back, reassuringly (once I regain my composure and ability to breathe), and do my very best to listen to the 90 mile-an-hour explanation. When I catch the last bit, I'm about to congratulate her for something that I'm sure she's worked very hard on, and to inquire about the sudden shift in build, when I hear her say bedroom. Needless to say, any other concerns vanish, and my only response is a quiet, "yes, Fluttershy." before I get there as quickly as I can... Partly wondering what's going on lately... but far too excited about the possibilities to care.

 

Though I do make an offhand note to ask Iron Will about his fitness program in the future. And to make fun of the damned nosering.

 

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Fluttershy sighs and collapses besides you in an orgasmic heap. Her post-coital bliss is contagious, and soon you find yourself smiling just as much as she is. When you sit up to get a drink however, her lean hooves wrap around you and slam you back into the soft mattress. She swiftly curls up besides you again, wrapping surprisingly strong legs around you and resting her head in the small of your neck. You're not getting back up again without permission, mister.

 

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I struggle for a moment, playfully at first... before realizing that she's quite right, given her grip. So instead I just rest for a minute or two, stroking her soft mane and enjoying her tight snuggling. Eventually however, I realize I really do need to get up, both to go to the bathroom and to get that water. "Alright then. May I please get up to get some water and use the bathroom, Fluttershy?" I ask, in my best attempt at a hopeful, childlike voice.

 

Of course, I love this all to death.. And I wiggle a bit just to enjoy the feeling of her holding me there... But who's telling.

 

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For a second, she pouts. But nature is calling, and Fluttershy understands nature at least. She unlocks her limbs from you and lets you shift to the edge of the bed. As you rise to your feet a hoof rests firmly on your shoulder. Your heart skips a beat.... and another, but all she does is gently turn you to face her. As soon as she's in sight, her lips thrust themselves onto you. Her shuddering breath and burning skin betray the nervousness underlining her impulse.

 

Stealing that one last kiss from you, she pulls back. Blush clearly tints her face, as well as a strange smirk that you can't quite place. "Y-you have five minutes? No- six. Wait five! Oh ponyfeathers, I'm messing it up." She looks uncertain now, but motions for you to go on. In the sunset light from the window you can see slight new shadows play across her body, irrefutable evidence of her efforts.

 

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Step one: Kiss the cute yellow pone back, lovingly and softly, submitting to it willingly, so as to be encouraging.

Step two: Try not to openly d'aww at her sheer adorability, as she stumbles over her words. Succeed, but only just.

Step three: Give her nose a little kiss to calm her down, and tell her I love her.

Step four: For further encouragement, reply happily. "Yes Ma'am! Five minutes."

Step five: Get my butt off the bed, and relieve myself (sweet release. feelsgoodman.). Then proceed to get a nice big glass of water.

Step six: Run back into the room well in time, and all but jump into her arms, smiling broadly, and nuzzling into her soft yellowy goodness. Feel like the luckiest bastard on the goddamn planet.

 

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D'awwww. Your eagerness to express your love does nothing to stop her cheeks from imitating ripe cherries. Instead, her smirk tightens into a small yet genuine smile and she punches you playfully on the shoulder.

When I get back, I think a timeskip is in order. How far does Iron Will get Fluttershy to go in a few more weeks?

 

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I give an involuntary yelp, but cuddle into her all the tighter. "Heyy, that hurt a little..." I pout as convincingly as I can. But I'm also shaking with excitement a little... I like what Shy is becoming...

 

I officially have a muscle fetish thanks to this.

 

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>I officially have a muscle fetish thanks to this

Wh- WHAT. I thought you had the damn fetish already! That's why I was writing it!

WELL LOOK AT THAT TIME FOR MORE FLEXERSHY or what the fuck ever

 

It's too much for you. Seeing Fluttershy surge in confidence is truly wonderful, but the startling gain in muscle mass has made you the slightest bit worried for her health. She's been on that minotaur's training routine less than two months and her body's strength is probably more than enough to rival Applejack's, who's been working hard labor her entire life. The grand new bulk has offered her a new way of looking at life. Sometimes when Fluttershy thinks you're not looking she'll hover in front of a mirror and do a few poses, the huge muscles popping into startling, and honestly exciting, definition.

 

She hears out your concerns peacefully. When you're about to start pleading, she cuts you off with a sharp gesture. Her gaze passes back and forth over you in the building silence, no doubt thinking hard about the choice she has to make. Finally, she unfurrows her brow and trots over to you. She rests a hoof on your thigh and breaths deep. "Yes." You're about to grab a hold of this beautiful, wonderful mare and lift her as high in your arms as you can, but for an instant she presses harder into your leg. "Under one condition." Her eyes raise upwards and connect with yours, the sharp cyan piercing your optimism. "'If you look for trouble, you'll find it double.' Got that?" The silly rhyme is offset by the seriousness with which she said it. All you can muster is a nod.

 

She trots off with a smile, waving her silky tail to and fro.

 

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