Title:           Flutter Rêpe (One Shot)
Author:          Eppy
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First Edit:      Saturday 27th of July 2013 07:14:02 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 27th of July 2013 07:14:02 PM CDT

>Day Based On True Events in Equestria
>Be Anonymous
>You awake to a glorious golden morning and look up at the sun shining through your window
>Its perfectly round appearance and wonderfully golden colour gets you thinking about breakfast
>You spring from your bed and into your morning routine as you imagine the sweet taste of today's meal
>Hot crêpes, maybe stuffed with strawberry jam and whipped crème today
>Maybe even sliced banana and a bit of chocolate drizzled carefully on top
>No matter how you do this morning's deed, it all comes down to the magnificent shell you create
>You grab your ingredients and lay it across your narrow countertop before reaching for your favourite crêpe pan
>As always, your pan is kept in a cool, dry cabinet and wrapped in the finest imported silk and you ritualistically prepare to create another masterful breakfast
"Oh, varied and undetermined powers that be, guide my hand on this auspicious morning so that I may bask once more in the flavourful embrace of my beloveds."
>Having said your short prayers to any deity that may be listening, you begin creating the batter
>All goes fairly well, save for a single egg shell you had to fish for, as you race around the kitchen
>The element comes to life with its hypnotizing blue flame and you gently lay the pan atop
>A knock at the door catches your attention and you think about answering
>You rush to the door and open it ever so slightly to see the yellow mare, Fluttershy, outside your residence... again
>"Hello, Anon, and good morning. I didn't wake you, did I?"
>You let go a sigh of frustration and hunger
"No, Flutters, what's it today?"
>"Oh, um, I remember what you told me last time. You know? About how you love those pancake things for breakfast?"
>You do not recall this moment, but sometimes strange things happen around Fluttershy
>"Well, what I wanted to ask you was..."
"No, Fluttershy, crêpes are not my fetish."
>You nearly chuckle at the thought of being sexually excited by food
>Sure, crêpes are the most delicious and delectable of all the foods in all the worlds, but there is no need to pop a boner at the table over them
>"That wasn't what I wanted to ask you, Anon... but, um, good to know!"
>Fluttershy produces a small plate from behind her back with a stack of unfilled crêpes piled twenty pieces high
"Mon Dieu ! Did you make these?"
>"Yes, I did. Would you like some, hmm?"
>She looks up at you with a curious grin and you cautiously open the door
"What ingredients did you use?"
>"Oh, the usual. Flour, eggs, water, milk... some butter..."
"No drugs of any kind?"
>"Oh, heavens no, Anon. I remember how you told me you didn't appreciate drugs in your food."
>Her smile widens as she stares at you
>Sometimes, Fluttershy is absolutely terrifying
>You may just trust her this morning, if only because you are rather hungry now
"Come in, but hooves stay on the floor, got it?"
>"Of course, Anon."
>The little pegasus trots in happily with her bounty of crêpe and you follow the scent of delicious breakfast pastries
>"I looked up a lot of recipes at the library. Crêpes are really versatile. You can stuff them with anything, really."
"Very true! I even have a variety of premade fillings."
>You open your small ice box and display a dozen or so labeled jars
>Fluttershy gasps at your impressive collection and you nod in delight
"Anything in particular?"
>"How about that one?"
>Fluttershy points to a jar of honey butter and cherry halves
"Great choice, Flutters."
>You pull out the jar and a serving spoon as Fluttershy sits at the table with her crêpes
>"Oh, let me get us some drinks."
>You pull out a second plate and cup and set a space for your guest
>"Ooh, apple juice from Sweet Apple Acres!"F
>It is really quite delicious apple juice, even if this meal calls for cranberry
>You allow Fluttershy her choice of drink and casually begin to layer and roll each delicate shell with the heavenly filling
>It takes your expert hands a few minutes to make eight healthy crêpes and you divide them between the two of you
>Fluttershy takes the initiative and already has a cup of juice poured for each of you
>"It's pretty hot out today. You look like you could use some right now."
>Fluttershy hands you your glass and you do feel a bit thirsty
>You polish off half a cup in one gulp before wiping the film from your lips
"Thank you, Fluttershy. I can honestly say, this is turning into a great morning after all."
>"Oh, definitely. I really didn't think you'd let me even come in."
"Well, you must be reasonable sometimes. We could be friends if you'd stop this incessant fetish guessing."
>"But, um, could we be more than friends if I stopped?"
"Flutters, easy now. I like you as a friend... a little, yellow friend."
>"Oh, then it's a good thing I came prepared."
"Pardon?"
>"I was not entirely sure about you letting me in your house, not after last time, but I knew how this would work out for us both."
>You raise an eyebrow at the mare sitting across from you
>"You might want to put down the cup, I don't want you spilling it on yourself or even breaking it."
"Why would I..."
>You shake your head quickly as your vision blurs and Fluttershy's image splits into three
>"I was sure you wouldn't fall for the drugged cider, because you are usually much more suspicious of me. I am glad you got over that, though!"
>With will all but sapped from your bones, you last see Fluttershy smiling before the world turns black
>It is sometime later that you awaken in your bed with a thumping headache and a hungry belly
>What a crazy dream you were having, you think as you attempt to head to your bathroom
>Your arm and leg shift, but fall back in place as you see you are bound by four sturdy looking ropes
>Your shirt and pants have also taken leave since you've been asleep
>"Good morning, Mr. Sleepy-Head. I brought you breakfast."
"Flutters... untie me right now."
>"Not yet, Anon. You need to eat first so you'll have the energy to start your day."
>A despicable grin plays on her muzzle as she approaches you
>"Now, open wide and say, 'Ahh', please?"
"Damn it... you are not feeding me."
>"Anon, you need to eat or else your tummy is going to be upset all day."
>You continue to refuse her until she lets out a little sigh
>"Well, if you aren't going to eat, then I'll just have to eat your breakfast."
>You watch as Fluttershy takes a crêpe close to her muzzle and licks the open edge once
>She lets her wet tongue flick off and then places it back on
>A little squeeze of her hoof causes the honey butter to push up and she locks her mouth around the tip
>Her eyes close and you here a quick slurp before a sultry grunt
>Fluttershy opens her eyes to you slowly and then opens her mouth and lewdly bounces the contents of her meal on her tongue
>She finally swallows and moans a little with her hoof on her belly
>"Oh~, Anon. It's so delicious..."
>You twist in your bindings as Fluttershy places her breakfast on your chest and slowly climbs on top of you
>"Are you going to eat now?"
"No, get off me."
>Without another word, Fluttershy squishes the crêpe onto your chest and you feel warm filling sticking to your skin
>She leans down slowly while keeping eye contact with you before displaying her long tongue
>Fluttershy slowly circles the creamy mess on your chest and runs her tongue up to your nipple
>You try to fight it, but her warm mouth has its way with your chest
"Fluttershy, this isn't funny!"
>She looks up for a moment and smiles a little
>"I'm sorry, do you finally want to eat?"
"Yes, just stop!"
>Fluttershy slides off your body, making sure to rub you in anyway she can
>She finally reaches for a crêpe and you think a little food will make you feel that much better
>You watch Fluttershy as she lifts the pastry to your mouth and you open wide
>"There, there, Anon. Small bites."
>You take a sizable piece and chew happily, at least the food is as excellent as ever
>Fluttershy pops the remainder into your mouth and takes an empty crêpe shell in her hooves
>"How do you wrap them so tightly?"
"I am a professional."
>"Hmm, I should practice."
>Without warning, you feel a hoof prop up your nearly stiff sex
>A few swats and a little lick make it impossible for you to keep it down
>Fluttershy smiles at your erection and holds the crêpe shell between her hooves
>You feel a warm, oily wrapping encase your rod
>"That wasn't too hard. Kind of fun too."
"Flutterbutt, take that off me this instant!"
>"But, I'm still so hungry, Anon. You wouldn't let a helpless, little pony like me starve, would you?"
"Guilt trips don't work on me. You should know that!"
>With no answer from your assailant, her mouth busies itself on the cock stuffed crêpe
>You feel a dull nibbling all around the base and a warm tongue run up one side and back down
>A dangerously hot mouth engulfs you and you try to steel your nerves
>Fluttershy presses her dull teeth against your crêpe wrapped shaft and sucks at you with all her might
>You wriggle in your binding as the yellow mare cups your sack in one hoof and presses your stomach with the other
>Her eyes close and she slides down you with a skill reserved for another
>The feeling of a clenching throat and power lips finally breaks you down as Fluttershy's wet nose presses into your crotch
>You feel her nose taking in as much air as possible while her tongue pulls you around
>Your toes curl against the pressure and you feel the familiar tightness of bliss
>Fluttershy shows no slowing as your first blast of gooey love erupts from you
>Her mouth drinks you down and you surrender to the feeling of her hot throat
>You look up at the semen thief before you to see her smiling widely around your sex
>With a throaty wet sound, she slips from you with the crêpe shell on her lips
>"Oh, Anon, so much cream just for me? You shouldn't have."
>You pant like a dog, but don't give her the satisfaction of pillow talk
>"What's the matter, Anon? You're not made at me, are you?"
>A scowl crosses your face and you look down to her
>Fluttershy, in her truest fashion, looks back to you with increasingly large eyes and a little pout plays on her stained lips
>You are not sure how, but you feel a slight bit of shame to be yelling at someone who can look so innocent
"Look, Fluttershy, I'll call it even and forget this if you untie me right now and get out of my house."
>"Anon, you are in a terrible position to be making such demands. Besides, I have another crêpe for you."
>Fluttershy smiles and leans back on her rump
>As she spreads her legs, you see a finely rolled crêpe pressed against slit
"I'm not eating that..."
>"Not even with..."
>She brandishes a can of cool whipped topping and a bright red strawberry
>"... This?"
>You freeze up and stare intently at the malicious pony before you
>Fluttershy slowly inserts the tip of the can into the empty shell and you hear the rush of air as she fills it to bursting
"F-Fluttershy... please... stop..."
>Her smile grows more wicked as she bites into the fruit and places the halves on her small nipples
>You almost cannot breathe as you watch your most loved of all crêpe dishes being violated before you
>A bit of dribble runs along your bottom lips as your mouth readies itself
>Your mind is nothing but useless bits of hunger and desire
>Seeing you thoroughly broken, Fluttershy pulls a single knot and you find yourself free
>It is far too late to turn back, however, and you lunge for the delicious morsel
>Your teeth graze the small breasts and your tongue laps off a fine layer of Fluttershy's saliva and strawberry juice
>The horny mare simply beams at your skills as you work the heavenly crêpe from between her thighs
>A taste of honey and wheat catches your attention as you slurp up Fluttershy's snatch and you find it goes excellently with your meal
>Another lick turns into a deeper suck and wholly into a deep tongue probing as you demand more of this flavour
>"A-Anon~! S-slow down!"
>You could swear someone was speaking to you, but your mind is too preoccupied with the taste of crêpes to care
>As you finish off the creamy pastry, you desperately roll your tongue across your buffet's dripping sex
>You hear the sound of a sharp whine and gasp of air as Fluttershy creams your mouth
>The fantastic taste doubles on your tongue and you wrap your mouth around her
>A pair of thighs close around your head as Fluttershy falls over and convulses
>"Anon, you b-beast! Aah~, s-so good!"
>As she dries up, so does your hunger spell and you take a moment to replay what just happened
>It would appear you just lost your mind at the sight of such delicious food
>You look up the yellow body before you and sigh a little
"Fluttershy, you alright?"
>She mumbles something incoherent and giggles with a glazed stare
>You fear you may have pushed her a little hard, but something about her taste made you curious
>Hopping from the bed, ignoring the dazed mare, you grab a few crêpe shells and rush to the kitchen
>A lick of your lips renews the taste and you pile together ingredients
>You work tirelessly for the next hour or so until you recreate the amazing flavour
>With a piece of tape, you label the jar and place it carefully in the ice box
>A small yawn comes from beside you as Fluttershy steps in
>"Oh, hey, Anon. Goodness, my little body is sore from so much licking. Did you like the meal?"
"I did... but, don't ever do that again."
>"OK, so, um... I was wondering. Is food play your fetish?"
>You smirk and begin leading Fluttershy to the door
"You know what? You have been guessing for so long and today, I can honestly say, is probably the best guess of all."
>You open the door and stare down to the little mare
>"Oh, so food play is your fetish?"
"What? No! I was just saying, this is a good guess in the realms of reality."
>"So... why did say..."
>Before Fluttershy can finish the sentence, you shove her out and slam your down shut
>A few locks later and you slide back into the kitchen with the stack of now cold crêpe shell
>You draw the shades and sit in one corner on the floor with your jar of Fluttershy essence and a fistful of rolled crêpes
>One by one, you devour the delicious food and cry at how disgraceful you must look
>It leaves a lump in your throat as you think about your addiction to her girl goo
>You always seem to question your life after dealing with her and you sigh heavily
"Fucking Fluttershy..."
 
~Fin