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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id=".22Flitter_.26_Breeding_Season.22_by_Gatorbait">"Flitter &amp; Breeding Season" by Gatorbait</span><a href="&quot;Flitter_&amp;_Breeding_Season&quot;_by_Gatorbait#/editor/1" title="Edit section: &quot;Flitter &amp;amp; Breeding Season&quot; by Gatorbait" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />&#160;<span class="co4">&gt;To be honest, you should have known better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There are so many different things that you could have done to prevent this from happening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could have kept a closer watch on what time of the season it was, or not ignored the warning signs that your heat was coming.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you hadn't.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had been trotting along Main Street when it started, an unexpected explosion of warmth from deep inside your hindquarters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With suddenly unsteady hooves unable to support your pace, you stumble forward, crashing snout first into street.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the embarrassment you feel about falling on your face, you can't help but feel a twinge of delight, of rightness, that you landed with your snout in the dirt while your tail end is still standing and exposed to every p0ny on the street.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you consider giving into the warmth this time, you hear a voice call out to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, you okay?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With bleary, unfocused eyes, you lift your head look up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And up, and up, until the face of the human comes into view.</span><br />&quot;A-Anonymous?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He kneels beside you, his face contorted in concern as he looks you over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without warning, he hefts you off the ground and throws you across his shoulders, gripping two of your legs on either side of his body while your middle rests against the back of his neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If they hadn't been staring at your prone state before, ponies were certainly taking notice of you now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face grows even hotter than the rest of your body as you squirm, trying to escape his grip.</span><br />&quot;Wait! Stop! What are you doing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You look terrible and you're burning up, so I'm going to take you to see the doctor.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In spite of your squirming, or maybe because of it, Anonymous tightens his grip and hustles down the road.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With thrashing loose now out of the question, you attempt to plead with him.</span><br />&quot;Anonymous, please, just put me down! I'm fine, really.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No dice.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Groaning in frustration, you hang your head and scowl down at the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you're looking back, you see an earth pony stallion trot into the street where Anonymous just passed by.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He goes ramrod straight, his nostrils flaring as he catches wind of something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then he spots you and a big smile spreads across his face as he takes off in hot pursuit after Anonymous.</span><br />&quot;Oh no...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? What's going on back there?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anonymous glances over his shoulder just in time to see two more stallions join in the hunt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He groans and shakes his head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you KIDDING? What did you do to get those guys pissed at you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Th-they're not mad at me! Why do you assume they're mad?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Men only chase after a woman like that when there's a debt to be paid or sex to be had. Since ponies don't have sex, they've got to be mad!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shame burns at your face again as you lean over to whisper in his ear.</span><br />&quot;Actually, it's the second reason.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;WHAT?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move to mumble something about how ponies go into heat, but it's quickly replaced with a squeal of surprise as Anonymous pours on the speed, kicking up a cloud of dust in his wake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The stallions, now numbering half a dozen, sputter through the smokescreen before trying to overtake you and Anonymous again, but it's too late.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jerking open the door to his home, Anonymous drops you unceremoniously onto the floor and lodges his shoulder against the wooden slab as the bolts lock into place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a moment of silence, followed by a rapid fire series of thuds as the stallions throw themselves against the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It quivers, but holds firm.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anonymous stands against the door for a while longer, listening as the half-dozen males mutter to themselves, debating if continued pursuit is worth it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At last, they leave, though one or two might still be lingering outside the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite every urge telling you to check the window, you opt for lying on the ground, out of sight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh what a mess you've gotten yourself into this time, Flitter...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the stallions retreat, you heave a sigh of relief and look down at the prone pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The grey-blue mare is quivering, her tail flipping in protest as she lies against the ground.</span><br />&quot;I think, you have some explaining to do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flitter glances up, confusion in her eyes as her mane falls to cover part of her face.</span><br />&quot;Ponies, don't have ... intercourse, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stares a moment longer, then laughs a little, giving you a confused smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You, can't be serious, right? How else do you think that we make foals?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Crossing your arms over your chest, you scowl and look away.</span><br />&quot;I-I thought you reproduced by... by budding.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another laugh, though this one carries on far longer and ends with Flitter on her back, holding her sides as she struggles to contain herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, there goes that theory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tighten your arms across your chest and look away, trying to ignore the shame burning at your cheeks until the straight maned pegasus settles down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Where would you get an idea like that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well I never see you guys do it!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flitter leans back on her haunches before firing back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Th-that's because it's private! You don't let a stallion mount you in the street, that's just uncivilized!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's blushing now as well, squirming in discomfort as she stares at the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I, I mean, usually anyway. Sometimes it happens, but it's always an accident.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Like what almost happened this afternoon?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flitter doesn't say a word, but then again she doesn't have to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rubbing at the back of your head, you check outside and see a few stallions still slinking about outside your house.</span><br />&quot;How long does this heat usually last?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A week or so, or until a mare gets fertilized.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ugh.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rub your temple and sigh.</span><br />&quot;Well, it doesn't look like these knuckleheads are going anywhere for right now. You want to wait them out here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;R-really?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sure. I mean, unless you want to be thrown out to the wolves?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a moment of hesitation, Flitter shakes her head and offers you a small smile.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The human is surprisingly good company.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After agreeing to let you stay until the stallions grew tired of waiting, he cooked you a simple but filling meal and offered to let your sister know you were safe and sound.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He even put you up in his spare bedroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One day became two, and two became three.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still the stallions skulked about his home, often different ones each day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Perhaps you'll need to stay all week.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thought of continuing to impose on him weighs heavily on your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, there may be another way...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's the fourth evening of her stay when Flitter enters your bedroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn and give the mare a small smile.</span><br />&quot;Hey, Flit, everything all right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pegasus refuses to meet your eyes as she becomes suddenly interested in her mane, stroking it in such a way that it continues to fall in and out of her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gnaws on her lower lip, before at last looking up at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-Anonymous?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your eyebrows expectantly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I realize that you've done quite a lot for me already. It's just, I feel like I'm overstaying my welcome because the stallions won't leave.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She toys with the ribbon in her mane, staring back down at the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, I think I came up with an idea on how to throw them off, at least long enough for me to fly home.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, she's right about one thing, it's becoming increasingly difficult to kick your way through the stallions on the other side of the door whenever you want to go out or come in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Much as you don't like the idea of sending her out in such a state, getting your life back to normal would be nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile and lean forward a little, trying to encourage her.</span><br />&quot;What's your plan?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flitter wets her lips and takes a deep breath.</span><br />&quot;I want you to mate with me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;What?</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Red races to Flitters face and she bites down on her lower lip and turns her head away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite her best attempts to hide it, the statement still hangs out in the air for anyone to see.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Scrambling for an appropriate response, you stammer,</span><br />&quot;Wh-what good would that do?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a long few seconds before Flitter speaks, but when she does, her voice doesn't waver, despite her own uncertainty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You, wouldn't put a stop to my heat, but you might sate it long enough for me to stop producing my scent...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice trails off and the two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Clearing her throat, Flitter tries to brush it off like it's not a big deal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I understand that it's kind of a big deal. I can't expect you to feel comfortable doing that, I mean; I don't even feel comfortable asking. But, it's not like you could get me pregnant, right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Y-yeah...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silence fills the room again as you both mull that little bit of information over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you've been here for a while, and as a human male, you have needs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure, you've fantasized over a few pony butts here and there, but you never thought that you would actually act on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Confronted with the opportunity is a little terrifying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's obvious that Flitter is feeling something similar, though living in a world with other sentient species, cross species couplings might not be as big a hurdle for her.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;A, All right.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flitter's ears perk up in surprise as she tilts her head to the side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give a nod and reassure yourself by saying it again.</span><br />&quot;All right, let's do it.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You seat yourself on the bed as Anonymous stands in the middle of the room, giving a sheepish smile as he strips out of his clothes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could never really understand why the human insisted on wearing so many layers of fabric all the time, but seeing the bare, tender flesh underneath, you begin to grasp why.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So little hair compared to ponies, his form is utterly alien and only mildly arousing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When he pulls off his pants, you force a smile to keep yourself from laughing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's about the same length as you would expect a stallion to be, but slender and tapered rather than broad and bulky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite your attempts to hide your reaction, you can see his face and neck turn red with embarrassment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holding out a hoof to him, you give a genuine smile.</span><br />&quot;It's fine, really.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;An uncertain nod is all that you receive in response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wetting your lips, you turn around and present yourself to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Several long, agonizing seconds pass before you feel him begin to push inside of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The effect is immediate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your flanks begin to twitch, eagerly pushing back towards him, as though they were intent on gobbling him whole.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The incessant warmth you'd suffered through is quickly stoked into a roaring flame, so much so that you can feel him scorching your insides as he plunges deeper.</span><br />&quot;A-ahhhhh!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Burying your face in his sheets to drown out your moans, you take the time to savor the scent of the male plowing you from behind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you rush towards your climax, you clamp down on him and feel yourself shuddering in delight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But the fire burns even hotter as he refuses to quench your need.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sputtering sheets, you glance back at him, noting his surprised expression.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Wh-what's wrong?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just, surprised is all. I haven't even done anything.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Done...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anything?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He must have seen the inquisitive look in your eyes as he rocks his hips back, yielding ground back to you, despite your moans of protest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then he's right back inside of you, grinding your body into the mattress with the force he puts behind the thrust.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quiver and cry out as he repeats the motion again and again, feeling as though you are riding a wonderful and terrible roller coaster of pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still he doesn't do anything but force the burning inside of you to grow ever higher, ever hotter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your body boils from the inside out, you feel the heat begin to fry your brain, your delighted moans instead turning to half words of encouragement that you can't bring yourself to stop.</span><br />&quot;Ah, please, more!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He obliges, switching instead to shorter, more rapid thrusts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes roll back in your head as you pant, wanting still more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The heat continues to grow in your mind, burning away the fog that had masked your thoughts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything comes into focus.</span><br />&quot;More, more!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but smile as you join in with his rhythm, working your hindquarters back to slap against his hips as he pushes inside of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't respond except with grunts, but you can feel his enthusiasm continue to rise with each push inside.</span><br />&quot;Anonymous, I need you, ah, to fill me up. I-I need it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pressing your cheek into the sheet, you stare back at the human with half-lidded eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's lasted so much longer than you've heard any stallion to be capable of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And as he's stoked the fire inside you higher and higher, it's burned away every thought but one.</span><br />&quot;Anonymous, I need you to make me yours. I don't care about anything else. I, I have to be, a brood mare.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shudder, thinking of yourself continually bloated with the alien's offspring, heavy to the point of being unable to fly, over and over again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right now, it's the only thing that matters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as you're about to shoot him a pleading look, he grips your flanks tightly and your body grows suddenly cold, as though a great flood just washed away the entire blaze that dominated your body for the better part of a week.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shiver at the sudden absence of heat, only to squeak as Anonymous falls on top of you.</span><br />&quot;A-Anonymous! You're squishing me!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The exhausted human gives an apologetic grunt, before stumbling unceremoniously out of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On instinct, you feel your lips clamp shut around his seed, the sole source of warmth in your once superheated body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you try to stumble to your feet, you find such an action impossible, as you quickly drop back onto your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You look a little worn out...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Blushing, you avert your eyes from the human, once again noting how drastically different he is from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What were you even thinking, saying that to him?</span><br />&quot;I-I'm fine. I have to go now, otherwise the heat will start up again and I'll be stuck here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sticking out his tongue a little, Anonymous raises an eyebrow and smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Would that be so bad?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apparently your face is still capable of burning up, as a sudden heat has you turning your head away.</span><br />&quot;I told you, I'm fine...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anonymous falls silent, and the two of you simply sit against one another, staring at opposite corners of the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's nice, in a way, being so close to him, sharing in his body heat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smells as strange as he looks, but maybe strange isn't so bad...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After another fifteen minutes of waiting, your legs finally feel like they can support your weight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hopping off the bed, you glance back at the human and offer a slight smile.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Thank you, for your help.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You sure you don't want me to come along and make sure you get home safely?&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's sweet... but you'll only slow me down.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anonymous stares for a moment, then smiles and shakes his head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He opens a window for you, allowing you to take off into the night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After several days cooped up, your wings relish the opportunity to stretch in the open air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the cold chill, the thought of the strange alien fills you with an uncomfortable warmth.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been three months since that night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Flitter has been strangely distant, in fact you haven't seen her during the entire time, but Cloud Chaser assures you that she's doing well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After getting over the initial hurdle, it's been rather easy to approach the ponies on a personal level.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You haven't staked your claim on any of the other mares in town, but knowing that you can has made you feel slightly more comfortable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But none of them seem to have the same effect on you that Flitter did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's the end of a long day when you finally stretch out on your couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as your eyes are drifting shut, there's a loud rapping on your door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to brush it off and hope they go away, but from the incessant rat-a-tat-tatting, you know that's going to be a long shot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grumbling, you get to your feet and stumble to the door, fingers fumbling with the latch.</span><br />&quot;Yah, just a second.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling the door open, you raise an eyebrow as you see Flitter standing on the other side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only, she looks slightly swollen.</span><br />&quot;Flit, you look like you're sick again.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She blushes and shakes her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, not exactly.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Biting her lip, the mare turns to the side, showcasing the notably swollen lower portion of her body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you stumble back a few steps, her eyes twinkle with delight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Surprise...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking a few steps towards him, you cock your head and put on your best smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And I hope that you have at least a few more in store for me.&quot;</span></div></div>




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