"Fly with Me (And Fuck, I guess)"
By lulzies (https://pastebin.com/u/lulzies)

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Created on: Sunday 17th of February 2013 07:52:26 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 09:10:33 AM UTC


>Day flight in Equestria
>You are deep in your slumber, prancing along your exuberant dreams.
>One might say you're just grasping on a bundle of sticks, but it is just that gay coloured.
>And like any normal male process, your subconscious thinks it's the best time to throw some wild scenes on your face.
>This time it's Mrs. Cake.
>"It's too bad your kids are keeping you at home and Mr. Cake is busy with the work, m-maybe I could be your husband for the night?"
>Yeah, no.
>But your dick thinks this is the best thing since sliced bread (well lubed).
>Y-You're actually enjoying this.
>Maybe you should lay off the cupcakes.
>Unknown to you, Fluttershy comes over your second floor window.
>If you were awake, you would have been strangely entertained by the sight on the pegasus rapidly climbing up the two story wall like a spider.
>Imagine it.
>It's flipping hilarious.
>She'd been doing this for days- hell- weeks, actually.
>Sneak in to get the sight of her favorite human.
>If she did not wake you in her entry, she would sit by you with that ever-loving gaze.
>Along with her specially ordered tool of pleasure.
>She was actually rather adept at it; by now, climbing walls are a minor sport to her.
>She knew the exact inch of leaving the window open, just enough to keep out the smell, and for her to make a hasty escape.
>At times she'd miscalculate, making you wake up in chills at 3 am in the morning.
>By then, she's long gone, but something other than the night winds kept your bones cold.
>And you thought it was crazy to not assume it was just the wind.
>To your (un)luck, you were a heavy sleeper, often missing out on what happened in your bedroom in the late hours of the night.
>And as soon as she is comfortable (your home was practically hers now), Fluttershy sits by your bed, flank down and back straight up.
>Slowly dragging her legs wide open, she begins to tease herself with delicate movements.
>Parting the lips just a bit, Fluttershy dips the very edge of her hooves inside herself.
>Not too much though, rushing the whole process might hurt her and ruin the entire experience.
>And that was all she had to show after weeks of com-ing here.
>Her gaze drifted at her device on her side- her mind rather bored at the moment.
>But good things come to those who wait, and she was well-versed in the skill of patience.
>Patience is a Virtue- and the latter was also something she was so lazily sick with.
>Soft but determined breath slowly drifted out of her mouth, as she began to push the boundaries.
>Enough with the appetizers, bring out the main course!
>Keeping true to her namesake in her progress, Fluttershy descended deeper into herself, the parting surface chilled by the cold wind.
>Her tail swished across the wooden floor, saving you some effort of sweeping your room later.
>Her tiny breath fogged up in front of her, albeit much more rapidly now.
>Her hooves began to patrol up and down, parting the two fleshy bodies.
>A barely audible squeak escaped her clenched teeth, followed by more.
>The noise she made began to increase in volume, until it was similar to a whisper.
>Her respiration was losing its beat, slowly turning erratic- mirroring her movement beneath.
>She shut her eyes close, and cocked her head straight up.
>Her mouth was ajar, with that squeaking noise still coming from it.
>"P-Please..." She finally whispered.
>Her other hoof began to search the floor, seeking out the device she brought with her.
>Her body shivered once, a hint of enjoyment and tiredness oozing out of her actions.
>She finally paused for a moment, just so she could collect herself.
>It was a brief pause indeed, as now she had the tool of her trade within her grasp.
>Without a moment to waste, she took it firmly, and aimed it downwards.
>She was readying her body for this, for this- 'thing' to enter her.
>The carved, polished wooden item began to slide inside.
>It was worlds different to her own hooves, and to be frank, Fluttershy liked this version better.
>It was the closest she had to the best thing, which was ironically right by her.
>At least it was what she envisioned to be the thing to reflect her want.
>All as Anonymous slept peacefully by her.
>As the self-inflicted invasion continued, the entire air of the room changed.
>It felt heavy and thick.
>An odd smell hung.
>But it was still so subtle, not to rouse you from your slumber.
>"Please... Anon..." Fluttershy echoed, her eyes fixated on something beyond the ceiling.
>She then looked around erratically, as if she was snapped back to reality.
>Thankfully, day has not broke, and neither has her threshold.
>Her eyes finally rested on the human.
>And that's when she suddenly froze in place.
>Her hoof lost grip on the device, letting it fall to the ground in mid-movement.
>The creature began to creep over the resting form, and clicked into action.
>The blanket was easily moved out of the way, pulled to one side.
>The lower garment was a single pull-down, the human wore different kinds of those 'pants' in different activities.
>His undergarments were a bit tricky, as it was so close to the skin.
>She had to watch it to not suddenly wake the person,by not being too hasty or slow.
>Something in her mind sapped her of all nervousness, helping her in this 'cause'.
>Fluttershy took an inch back to admire her accomplishment.
>The human was declothed, and was completely at her mercy.
>Just as a safety measure, she draped the blanket over him again to keep him from the waking cold.
>She was so close now...
>He moved a bit in his sleep, but it was no too much of an issue.
>Fluttershy could just put him back in place if he moved out of control.
>What honestly possessed her to do such is still not clear, perhaps with was the built-up frustration of being rejected.
>Or maybe she just lost control this time.
>But what was done was done, and no turn back was even possible to be conceived in the mind.
>"You're going to love me..." She muttered, wearing a predatory look on her face.
>Lucky for her, he was all ready to go- perhaps he knew a beautiful mare was right by him.
>She slowly put up his device, aiming at her ]self.
>Well, her tool could have used a bit of tweak.
>The difference is... Rather astounding.
>No matter, it will not deter her from achieving her need.
>Hell, even Celestia herself couldn't rip Fluttershy off her human at this moment.
>Time felt like it was dragging, and seconds felt like hours for her.
>She was finally going to do it.
>She was an inch away, and just needed to-
>Fluttershy flinched visibly, as she felt her body give way for her human.
>It was different.
>It was an experience.
>The entry was also slow and coordinated, as Fluttershy knew too much about rushing everything to get what she wanted.
>She lowered herself in the most mannerly manner she could conjure, careful to not spear herself on him.
>He was pulsating and rigid, he must be also enjoying this.
>Fluttershy was so focused on lowering herself, she never noticed the blood slowly flowing out of her.
>Of course, this doesn't take long for her to notice.
>And that single trail of crimson is enough to snap her out of the trance.
>Her vision blurred, and then it lost focus on what she was looking at.
>But she knew what it was.
>B-Blood.
>Blood.
>BLOOD!
>Her entire body constricted and collapsed on itself.
>On the other hand, you were having the strangest dream.
>For once in your life you wanted more cushion for more pushing.
>And my god, you were getting off to this.
>After a good session of therapy and medication.
>You pumped into the juicy flanks, intending to sow your seeds over the land of milk and honey.
>Were human/pony physiology even compatible?
>Hey, maybe that's the best part of it.
>You get to make some sweet, sweet love and not get caught for it.
>Just as you feel something at the back of your vas-tly deferens tube, you feel your spear get crushed.
>MY GOD FAT VAGINAS ARE DEMONS
>You struggle to pull out, but she's holding you in.
>You're actually being sucked in.
>In reality, Fluttershy finally discovered what a vagina contraction is like.
>She's beginning to panic, and her struggles are becoming more and more evident.
>Her ragged breaths are now surprised gasps, her small jumps now a full blown heave.
>Of course, this does not help her in her original intent.
>The stir and the noise wakes you on the spot (as if you had any place to drop by anyway), and puts you straight eye-to-eye with Fluttershy
>She is so flustered she looks like she is about to cry.
>Her eyes are wider than your dinner plates, her blue eyes blank and clear.
>Her lips shook a bit, trying to thread out a word of explanation.
>But you seriously doubted that would happen, considering how much in pain your rook was in.
>Wait a minute-
>She was raping you?!
>And as that realization hits you, Fluttershy storms away in a blink of an eye.
>What she didn't realize was that you flew into action as she did.
>Wait, was it you?
>You do not recall a thought of prompting you to do such.
>Reflex?
>Nah, that died out when humans invented the television.
>Wait, you're still flying?
>You put your feet on the floor, intending to stop yourself (you guess).
>Your feet skids rather painfully, burning your walking skin.
>And before you know it, you collide head first onto your window.
>Being made of lighter materials, it shatters easily, and your entire weight is carried off to the air.
>Your mind barely has time to register what was going on, with all the crashings, the jumpings, and the sudden loss of gravity-es.
>Your brain spins in your skull, and your eyes turn like a mad clock.
>You reach out and hold onto the first surface you find, which is actually Fluttershy.
>She lets out a scream, to which you reply with a sane, collected cry.
"FLUTTERSHY WHAT THE FUCK"
>"ANON WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE"
"I'M JUST POKING AROUND, HOW ARE YOU"
>"Oh why I'm fine really, it's nice of you to as-"
"GET ME DOWN"
>The rest of the conversation goes on rather dully, something in the lines of you screaming for help and a god.
>Fluttershy is even more panicked than you, which really wasn't so surprising considering it is Fluttershy.
>She could barely keep her wings steady, she had no mental capacity to defect your screams with hers.
>Hold on, just think straight for a second.
>You are attached to a scared pony above ground.
>And you are half-naked.
>Your legs are crossed over hers, trying its best to entangle between each other and lessen your chance of slipping and falling.
>Your arms are curled around her tiny stomach, trying to gain what little footing it can.
>And as for your- uhhhhhh
>Yeah, you'd rather not talk about that right now.
>Wind whips past your ear, also landing you a face full of a cold wake up call.
>Flutershy showed no sign of slowing, heading towards god know where.
>A small part of your mind screams that you are going to fall and die, before being shut off by the rest of your brain.
>Maybe now your head could discuss the contracting power of Fluttershy’s vagina in peace.
>How on earth did her muscl- WOOOAH.
>You slipped a bit here.
>Your grip on her tightens; you’re practically curled over her backside right now.
>What on earth could have tipped you off like that?
>Wait a minute- your penis is flaccid!
>Quick, think of something arousing!
>Your thoughts wander far and wide, anything to fuel your manhood with excitement.
>Mrs. Cake?
>You maybe crossing some boundaries you had decided long ago to not pass, but this was an emergency.
>You bring out your deepest fetishes and your darkest thoughts, but it fails to impress your penis.
>In your desperation, you turn to Fluttershy.
>You then think of the sweet ass you’re getting.
>Of course, this was so hilarious that you thought of laughing out loud, but to your shock and horror, it was working.
>It didn’t really matter right now; every evil thought was for a man to keep.
>You take up a more comfortable position, and even dare to poke around inside.
>Maybe you’ll go sit under the shower after all of this.
>NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU SCRUB 
>THE SHAME WILL NEVER WASH OFF
>And looks like you’re not the only one enjoying the moment.
>A few noises coming from the pilot confirms your suspicions.
>THE SHAME, ANON
>THE SHAME
>Hey, this is actually kinda-
>Was that mountain always that slanted to the left?
>The fluids in your ear begin to flow to the side, and your nerves go haywire.
>Of course, this acted as testimony to what you were witnessing.
>But to reinstate that question before, was that mountain always that slanted?
>And was it growing in a rapid state?
>You’ll have to excuse your own sarcasm, you were clearly falling.
>Turns out your little push excited the mare a little bit too much. 
>You were rapidly descending, and you did not like what was going to follow.
>You wouldn’t say in fear or in reflex, but you managed to lodge yourself deeper in this mushy cave of this beast.
>Bracing yourself, you desperately try to pull away, whatever good that might have done.
>Surprisingly, this tiny nudge upwards made Fluttershy to shoot up her wings.
>Acting like a parachute, her wings slowed the fall the two of you shared.
>Breaking through the forest canopy, you suffer multiple cuts on your body as branches give away to your weight.
>Fortunately, the fall wasn’t that fatal- for you that is.
>Fluttershy broke both of her front legs taking up the impact, and is now moaning in pain.
>You supposed you had to carry her back to Ponyville or something chivalrous or stupid like that.
>She finally managed to let you go, only to bring you another look of terror.
>You came inside her.
>But hey, inter-species reproduction never works.
>The two of you aren’t even under the same Family.
>That’s genetics, mind you, not Alabama.
>The following weeks go by with her endlessly moping around you, getting clingier.
>She’s bloated like a vore fetishist now, and she keeps talking about kicks.
>Maybe she really is one of them, and gets her kicks that way.
>Maybe that’s why the animals are so scared of her.
>Now she’s on about expectations or some shit.
>Save it for the marriage, sister, you ain’t hearing her expectations.
>And don’t break your water.

>Whatever that means.