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Ch3

 

Fluttershy was waiting on the bed.

 

"N-now come lie down over here" she said, her voice a strange mix of insistence and trepidation.  "You're much too big for any of the animal beds I've made down stairs, so you'll have to share this bed with me."  Suddenly, her vigor vanished, and her voice returned to its usual normal meekness.  "I… um… I hope that's alright."

 

I consider, briefly, using my words.  But once again I am stopped by instinct, this time of a different kind.

 

 

I walked over to the bed and lay down, expecting Fluttershy to lay beside me.  Instead, she landed atop me, once again facing my still-hard member.  But this time she set down her front hooves, her head coming to a rest in my stomach.  Then her back hooves came down, and her lowered so that her pussy was barely a centimeter away from my face.  Once again I was overwhelmed by her scent.  Was she really planning to sleep like this?  I felt a drop of something wet land near my lip.  I knew what it was, but my tongue reached out just enough to confirm.  Fluttershy was dripping wet.

 

All manner of things went through my head in the span of about two seconds.  There was no way I could sleep like this, and any way there was surely no way she could sleep like this, and had she noticed what I was doing when I licked her before and if she had was that why she was doing this and if it wasn't did it matter after all I could hardly say I knew what was happening or how it had happened the only thing I could really say for certain--

 

I couldn't say if Fluttershy had lowered herself one centimeter, or I had raised myself up.  Perhaps we met each other somewhere in the middle.  But as my lips pressed against her wet, pink pussy, I could feel, slowly at first but then with more force her hips grinding against my face.  I could hear, quietly at first but then unrestrained the shrill cries of ecstasy escaping her frail body.  Her juices poured into my mouth and I sucked at them viciously, licking and pulling like an animal coming across a wet stone in the desert.  There was no more pretending that this was an accident.  I took my hands around her waist and pulled her further in to me, supplementing the rhythmic beating of her hips.

 

Fluttershy's wings shot up, and as she tried to force them downwards she ended up lifting a bit.  She carried that momentum forward, walking towards my cast-iron cock, gently reaching out to it with a curious hoof.   She walked closer, and standing above it, face me and slowly lowered her soaking sexhole onto my penis.  She winced as the tip went in, and I put my hands around her hips to steady her, slowly guiding her down my shaft.  As I finally feel her wet inner thighs touch down against my hilt, she collapses onto my outstretched body, hooves reaching towards my shoulder.

 

She's tighter than any woman I've ever slept with, and even as wet as she is, when I gently tug her body towards me, her vagina refuses to release its grasp of my member.  I pull with a little more force, and I am enveloped in the sensation of sex.  Her pussy slides slowly up and down my shaft, almost choking it.

 

Fluttershy has begun playing with my right nipple, licking gently as a I pull her up and down across my chest.  Occasionally she takes it in her mouth, and as our movements begin to speed up I feel her bite down, hard.  I can tell I am beginning to bleed, but am too overcome with sensation to stop her.  Her wings shoot up, and she begins to lick tenderly at the wound she created.  I feel her pussy begin to convulse, and am overcome by the desire to fill her with my cum.  My loins explode--I am bursting inside of her, filling her womb to the brim with my semen as I pull one final time as far into her as possible.

 

A wave of exhaustion comes over me, as I feel a soft nuzzle against my chest.

 

~*~

 

Fluttershy must have woken up first.  There is a bandage on my nipple where she bit me.  

 

I come down stairs to the sound of chirping birds and happy animals.  Fluttershy notices me right away, and sets in to this morning's lecture about how I shouldn't be moving around.  "You get back in bed right now, mister," she says sternly.  And then, more softly, "I'll be by with breakfast in just a teensy little bit."

 

How long was she planning on keeping me here?  Looking around at all of her other pets, the answer was obvious.  Forever.  I consider, in that moment, quietly obeying again.  Just walking back upstairs, and never opening my mouth.  Just being another one of her pets to everyone else, letting Fluttershy care for me, and pleasuring her in return.

 

But I can't.

 

I consider what to say, and come up with nothing good.  The words come out before I really think them through.

 

"Thank you for taking care of me."

 

The shock in her eyes is palpable.  The animals buzz away obliviously, but it feels as if the whole room has gone silent.  Finally, she manages

 

"Y-you…"

 

and the last words, barely a whisper

 

"can talk?"