It was a sunny Sunday, which made Fluttershy happy. The grass outside was nice and green, the sky was blue, and the flowers in her garden were swaying with the gentle summer breeze like a line of softly waving fillies, wishing her a good morning, Miss Fluttershy. She giggled at the idea, then quickly scanned around to make sure nopony was watching and gave the flowers a tiny wave back.

It was a wonderful day.

Fluttershy hummed to herself as she flew low to the ground, drifting along the garden at the side of the house. She floated cheerfully until she made her way to the backyard, where, on a day like today, all her animal friends would be playing.

The sun was the perfect accompaniment to the scene. At the edge of her backyard clearing, next to the trees that made up the start of the forest, two squirrels were snickering at each other and darting up and down the branches of a nearby oak. There was a great brown bear resting amidst some dandelions, snoring softly as the sun washed over him. Chickens ambled about, clucking and fluffing their feathers as they walked. And there, half-asleep on a small rock, was Angel Bunny, an adorable ball of white fluff that made Fluttershy’s heart squeak when she saw him.

The noise of her wings was soft under the low breeze, but it must have been loud enough for Angel to hear with his big ears, because he opened his eyes and stared mutely towards Fluttershy as she came closer, eventually landing at the foot of his rock.

“Good afternoon, Angel,” she said sweetly, smiling at him. “It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?”

Angel shrugged.

“It’s just so nice. Everything outside is wonderful, it’s so bright and cheerful...” Fluttershy trailed off and looked up towards the sky, raising her forelegs into the air as though she might catch the flow of the sunlight as it poured down from the sky.

Angel blinked, then lied back down on his rock. Fluttershy spun to him with a smile still on her face.

“I was thinking,” she started, coming closer to Angel and leaning down towards him “that maybe we could spend some time together on such an amazing afternoon?”

Angel opened one eye, but said nothing. His mouth remained downturned in the bitter sameness he always wore. Fluttershy continued smiling, undaunted.

“I was hoping you might like to come inside and play with me for a bit?”

Angel sprung up from his reclined position and was on his hindlegs immediately. He shook his head at Fluttershy and hopped, heading up into the air and off into the distance.

Fluttershy’s hoof caught him mid-air and pulled him close to her chest.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. Ooh, we can play ‘house’. Isn’t that your favorite?”

Angel shook his head emphatically as Fluttershy held him to her chest. Though he thrashed and struggled, Fluttershy’s grip was firm, and she held him in place as she flapped her wings and drifted slowly back to the front door of her house.

“Now now,” she said, landing and opening the door with Angel still struggling against her hold. “I know you can be a bit grouchy sometimes, but you can’t fool me. Once we’ve been playing for a few minutes, I know you’ll remember how much fun you have.”

Angel shook his head extra hard. Fluttershy hummed to herself as she walked inside and shut the door. She made a beeline for the living room, where she set Angel down on the old orange couch that made up the room’s centerpiece. Angel tensed to spring away immediately, but Fluttershy turned his head in her direction.

“Angel,” she said. “Come on. Don’t you want to play with me?”

Angel shook his head, his eyes cold and black.

Fluttershy pouted at him.

“But I’ll give you a nice, juicy carrot aftewards.”

Head shake.

“Please?”

Head shake.

Fluttershy sighed.

“Alright then,” she said. “If you don’t want to play, I guess I’ll just have to remind you how much fun it is.”

Angel was already jumping by the time Fluttershy kneeled next to him, but her reflexes were quick again, and she grabbed the bunny out of midair with a hoof and planted him firmly on the couch, squishing him between two cushions up to his waist. Angel closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, but Fluttershy turned it back almost effortlessly, forcing Angel’s eyes into hers.

Her wide, piercing eyes.

Fluttershy stared at Angel for a few seconds until his thrashing settled.

She stared at him for a few more seconds.

“Now, Angel,” she said, her voice calm and stern. “You wouldn’t want to be a selfish bunny and turn down your dear friend Fluttershy’s simple, itty-bitty request for just a bit of playtime, would you?”

Slowly, Angel shook his head, his eyes blank.

“You don’t mind playing ‘house’ with her for just a little bit, do you?” Fluttershy stared still.

Angel shook his head again.

Fluttershy blinked and smiled. She gave Angel a pat on the head. Angel blinked blearily at the hoof between his ears, but made no effort to remove himself from between the couch cushions. After a few seconds, Fluttershy pulled him free and set him down atop them, where he remained quietly. Fluttershy giggled with a hoof over her mouth.

“Very good, Angel. Now, remember: you’re the strong, working husband, and I’m your doting wife who you’ve come home to after a day at work, okay?”

Angel nodded slowly.

Still smiling, Fluttershy closed her eyes for a second. She took a long, deep breath, then opened them with a beaming grin.

“Oh, honey, you’re home! I’m... I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you so early. I don’t have dinner ready yet...”

Fluttershy bit her lip at Angel, who remained still on the couch a few feet away. Fluttershy batted one of her wings on her back and stared at the ground.

“I’m sorry,” she said again. “Just... give me a minute and I’ll get it started, okay?”

Angel blinked.

“Oh!” Fluttershy held a hoof to her mouth, her eyes wide. “I’m sorry, I forgot... my makeup! I’ll be right back.”

With a blur of feathers, Fluttershy disappeared from the living room. The bathroom door ratltled as she zoomed past it.

Makeup. Makeup was important. Didn’t he deserve something nice to look at when he came home? She couldn’t even have dinner on the table, she should at least be easy on the eyes. Wear some makeup, that’s what it’s for. He wasn’t working all day to bring home money to a dyke. Pretty ponies wore makeup, pretty ponies knew how to put on perfume and lipstick and blush.

Fluttershy spritzed herself with a flowery fragrance, then set the perfume back on the bathroom sink and picked up the tube of dark, red lipstick sitting nearby. She pouted as she applied it, studying herself in the mirror to ensure an even coat.

Amidst the lingering scent of lillies and violets, she smelled a hint of rye. A light whiskey, brought by the tinkle of ice in a glass.

Was that enough lipstick? Fluttershy studied her face in the mirror.

After a few seconds, she closed her eyes and pushed the lipstick to her lips again.

She could go by feel. A good wife knew how much to wear. Fluttershy’s hoof shook as she smeared gobs of red onto her lips.

More than that. What did she think she was, a classy escort? He didn’t come home at the end of a hard day to try even harder for somepony pretending to be classy. If she wasn’t going to lift a hoof all day, the least she could do is fit the part.

The tube was almost gone. Fluttershy set it on the sink again, the metal clattering against the porcelain as she left it shakily in place. She opened her eyes again.

That was better. Much better, she looked the part now. More lipstick, he’d said, more for her mouth. More for her mouth that she knew what to do with, that was right.

Fluttershy wiped a tear away before applying her mascara. She was quicker at it now, but still left some smudges. That was okay. He liked smudges.

After another minute or two of preperation, she was done. She looked just like her mommy.

Fluttershy darted out of the bathroom and back to the couch, where Angel Bunny was still sitting, staring at the far wall.

“T-there,” Fluttershy said, stammering. “Is that... do you like it?”

Angel Bunny stared.

Looks about right. Couldn’t tell you from a whore on the street if I was passing by the corner. Have to cut the rouge off you with a knife before you could get to the dicksucking.

Fluttershy smiled and batted her goopy, poorly-done eyelashes. Angel Bunny sounded just like her daddy, didn’t he?

“T-thank you,” she said. Her wings fluttered aimlessly on her back.

You’re not gonna make me go on, are you? Get over here and get to work, and hurry the fuck up. You’d better not burn what’s on for dinner or you’ll be wearing natural eyeshadow for the next week.

Fluttershy’s whole body shivered as she kneeled in front of the couch. Angel was still staring off into space, swaying idly from side to side as though he was on a post. Without waiting for him to acknowledge her, Fluttershy leaned forward and extended her tongue. She licked up the whole of Angel’s front side, lapping slowly at his entire body.

Angel Bunny sat, nonplussed.

LIke that? Celestia, it’s a miracle I’m around, with brains like that you wouldn’t last a day without somepony paying for your meals. Not your mouth, you’ll get your lipstick everywhere. Up, use that hole between your legs for something useful. Spread it, hurry up.

One of Fluttershy’s hindlegs banged against the table behind her as she stood. It stung, but she swallowed the urge to shout and moved onto the couch, kneeling above Angel Bunny and pressing her face into the couch cushion, staining it with her too thick layer of makeup. A tear rolled down her cheek as she lowered her bottom half.

She paused as the fur from Angel’s body neared the wet spot between her legs.

Oh, is she watching? Well, let her watch. Maybe she’ll learn something.

Fluttershy remembered being on the other side of the couch. Whiskey. His eyes, staring into hers. She shook her head.

Fluttershy bit her lip as she went down the final few inches. She tasted lipstick and tin.

The instant Angel Bunny’s body pressed up against her slit, she gasped, sucking in a mouthful of animal fuzz lingering on the couch cushions. She coughed, but pressed down harder, rocking herself against Angel’s immobile form.

“Like... like that? Is that good?” Fluttershy asked, gasping between words like she was between bouts of sobbing.

Angel remained silent and still. Fluttershy continued to grind herself on him.

“That’s... that’s good, isn’t it?” Fluttershy asked, shutting her eyes and letting her mascara run down her cheeks. “Just like that?”

At least pretend.

“Oohhhh.” Fluttershy moaned loudly, breathing into the back of the couch. She flapped her wings and shut her eyes, and rubbed her clit on Angel’s chest, just underneath his chin. “Oh, Celestia, so good, fuck me like that, yes...”

Swearing, yes, like that. He liked swearing. Harder, more.

“Fuck me like your whore,” Fluttershy said, yelled, screamed out loud. Angel was the perfect amount of hard and soft as she slid her dripping pussy up him again and again, her cheap, slutty pussy, making him feel good, making him happy with his whore’s whole.

“Oooh,” Fluttershy moaned again. She bit down hard on her lower lip as she rocked against Angel’s stationary form, rubbing the whole of her lips over him, sometimes sliding her clit up to his face where she pressed it hard against his nose, making her gasp and bury her face in the orange fabric stained with makeup in front of her. Some tears came among the moaning, enough that Fluttershy’s breathing was loud too, and for every breath of cosmetics and flowers she sucked in, a mix of her own juices and a faint trace of whiskey joined it.

Remind me again why you’re worth my time to bother filling up.

“B-because I’m yours.” Fluttershy said the sentence so fast it came out as a blurred mumble. She braced herself with her forelegs on the couch and began to buck wildly against Angel’s chest, pressing so hard that she knocked him onto his back. She moved forward, sliding on top of his prone body, and still rubbed, shutting her eyes and sucking in a breath through her teeth. “I’m your slut, your whore, I’m no good for anything but you,  please, I need, it, please...”

She could feel it coming. She knew he had to go first, he always had to go first, she was lucky if she did, but this once, please, let her not have to crawl away soaking and filled up and washing the stink of his musk and her own lipstick off, she was close, she was, let her please...

Underneath the grinding of her pussy, Angel twitched. His ears flicked  against the couch, and his eyes sharpened, gradually emerging from the mist that hd covered them. Fluttershy was vaguely aware of the increase in motion between her legs. She could feel the tickle of his nose on her love-button, she was so close.

Bite your tongue, you sound like a stuffed pig. Don’t let any spill out.

“Mmph,” Fluttershy said, biting down hard. Yes.

It was warm. Fluttershy felt incredibly warm, wet. She was his.

Underneath her pussy, Angel gasped.

A flood overook him as Fluttershy came. From the spasming of her marelips, her pussy gushed, complete with the twitching and jerking of her entire body as the throes of of her climax came. She squirted, and squealed into her closed mouth, and held herself in place above Angel’s mute struggle, letting him thrash and kick as she showered him in a flood of her marecum. She bit down so hard on her tongue she felt the skin break, but that did nothing to stop her spasms.

And, as the tingles of pleasure began to ebb, something else inside her let go. The couch was already soaked.

The flood this time was much more steady. It came out like a tap being turned on, a stream of yellow spraying from her slit onto the couch. Drenching the cushions and the ball of white fur seated atop them. Angel didn’t even bother to struggle: he just stayed in place, sputtering out the occasional mouthful of bitter, amber liquid as it flowed over him.

Fluttershy shivered as she let go. Her wings stood up on her back and her forelegs quaked against the couch as the steady stream of urine poured from between her legs, eventually fading into a trickle, then just a few drops that fell just beneath Angel’s feet.

A few seconds passed. Fluttershy breathed heavily, her stomach and chest rising and falling wildly as she gulped in air. After a minute, she peeled herself from the couch, leaving a stain of makeup on the back section and a yellow one below it.

Angel picked himself up as Fluttershy settled on the floor in front of him.

“Oh,” she said. She shook her head with her eyes closed. Angel did the same, eyes open.

“Oh, Angel, I’m sorry,” Fluttershy said, picking the tiny bunny up and bringing him close. He was dripping wet. “I’m sorry,” Fluttershy said again, “I’m not sure what happened just now. We were going to play, weren’t we?”

Angel didn’t nod. He let Fluttershy cradle him like a sogging baby.

“Oh, Angel, did you have an accident?” Fluttershy smiled past the faded glaze of preparation still caked onto her face. Angel looked up at her. His eyes traced over every inch of Fluttershy’s face, then settled on nothing, staring at the wall on the far side of the room.

“Well, that’s okay.” Fluttershy flapped her wings towards the bathroom. The door was still ajar. With a contented sounding hum, Fluttershy set Angel in the tub and shut the door.

“Well get you all cleaned up in no time, don’t you worry.”

From the nearby mirror, a glint of light caught in Fluttershy’s reflection, the black drip of mascara still trickling down her cheek, along with the red splotches of lipstick that had been smeared everywhere.

Time to get clean again, Fluttershy thought as she turned on the water.

Angel stared forward, silent.