Chapter 22

We were in Fluttershy's room now, standing next to the bed, our arms wrapped around each other, kissing each other intensely; tasting, nibbling, panting. I loved the feeling of her soft lips against mine, feeling our saliva moistening them to helping them slide around against each other; our tongues were swirling around in each other’s mouths, caressing one another, swirling together, wrapping around each other.

We separated our mouths for a moment to look into each other's eyes. Feeling playful, I stuck my tongue out at her to tease her a bit, only to have her wrap her lips around it and suck it free of my saliva, and then she brought her lips forth once more to connect them to mine, and her tongue found its way back into my mouth again, swirling it around aggressively to leave a mixture of our saliva behind.

I ran my hands down her back to her skirt to squeeze her tight little backside, and then I reached under her skirt, running my fingers up her smooth thighs until I found the sides of her panties. Hooking my thumbs over the top of them, I slowly pulled them down, over the smooth curves of her hips and then down her thighs to the floor.

I could feel her hot breaths blowing against my face from her nostrils as she kept our mouths locked together, mixing our saliva with each lick, poke and flick of her nimble tongue.

Realising her panties were still draped around her feet, Fluttershy glanced downward briefly as she stepped out of them with one foot, then kicked them away using the other.

I brought my hands back up to slip them inside the green skirt and ran my fingers over the round, cheeks of her derriere to give them a firm squeeze, reminding myself that I could go ahead and squeeze her hard; after all, she could no longer be hurt. In fact, I could put her through the wall and continue to have my way with her in the backyard, and I dare say she would even enjoy that -- other than having a huge hole in the wall afterwards. No matter, I had a plan for her: a plan that didn't necessarily involve force, but intense sensation, rather.

As I kneaded her warm, supple cheeks between my fingers, I contemplated the slew of ideas I had for her, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling while enjoying her soft lips pecking at my throat until finally, I settled on one particular deliciously devious method. It was just in time, too; I was just about to let my hands make their way around her hips to the warm, moist treat waiting for me up front, which would have spoiled my plan. I could tell she wanted it, however; as she had started to push her hips forward, grinding herself against me in an endeavor to put some pressure on her throbbing, eager womanhood.

I gave her bare ass one more squeeze and then moved my hands up to the bottom of her tank top. Peeling it up over her head, her slender waist was revealed, topped by her beautiful bust, contained in that plain, white bra; when I looked down at her cleavage, at that effortlessly flawless, custard-coloured skin, my chest sprang forth with a swarm of butterflies, and I had to bite my lip at the sight of it.

She had placed her fingertips on my cheeks now, rasping my stubble with her fingernails as she leaned forward to plant tiny kisses on my lips while I reached around her back and promptly unhooked her bra. Her breasts dropped a tiny bit as the straps came loose from her shoulders, and she backed up a bit while letting it slide down her arms and she tossed it away, revealing those amazing breasts of hers, jiggling around as she discarded the bra before grabbing the bottom of my shirt to lift it over my head and cast it aside as well.

She pressed her naked chest against mine, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck as she resumed kissing me deeply. Her warm breasts squeezed softly between us as I hooked my hands behind her knees and hoisted her up, letting her legs wrap around me as I turned and laid her down on the bed.

The only thing left on her was the green skirt, which she promptly reached down and unfastened at the side and then slid down her legs before throwing it on the floor. I gazed at her silently; lying naked before me, breathing heavily, running her hands over herself; one of her hands was heading towards her slit, presumably to pleasure herself, and I reached down to grab her wrist, stopping her.

Surprised, he looked up at me with those sparkling, teal eyes wide open.

“Not yet,” I instructed.

I kneeled down beside her, then leaned down to kiss her sweet lips, followed by her cheeks, and then her neck. I continued running a line of kisses down her chest, over her collarbones, between her breasts and down her slender belly to her navel, where I stopped. I sat up again and reached up to her shoulder to place my hand on it, then I ran my palm down her chest and between her breasts, following the same path as the kisses she'd just been served. When my hand reached her navel, I ran it over to the right side of her waist and placed my other hand on the left side of her, then trailed them upwards, along the sides of her ribs. I then ran them inwards to cup her breasts from the sides, circling my hands around the soft mounds, being sure not to touch her nipples, which were hard as glass and pointing straight up at the ceiling. Next I ran my hands down, away from her breasts toward her waist again, continuing this time down over her hips. The feel of her pelvis beneath the skin was vivid as my fingers trailed over her graceful curves, and I continued running my hands down her thighs; she arched her hips up a little, her breath tremulous.

I let one hand remain where it was on top of her thigh, and the other I slid down to the inner side of the opposite thigh. With a hitched breath, she quickly parted her legs in response, allowing me to slide my hand up towards her hot, moist core. She drew in another breath as my hand inched closer to it, only to slide back up to the top of her thigh, diverting around her slit. I ran both hands upwards again, away from her thighs and over her hips toward her waist.

An exasperated breath burst from between her lips and she shook a bit; frustrated, yet further aroused by my teasing.

“You big meanie,” she chided softly before drawing in another trembling breath.

I continued running my hands over her breasts again, being sure to avoid her nipples. Anything sensitive to pleasure was off limits at this point: that’s how this game is played, and I knew it would drive her absolutely insane.

I slid my hands back up to her shoulders and stroked her neck, tickling her a bit, which caused her shoulders to fidget in response, accompanied by a sweet giggle.

With a sly grin, I continued the torturous process. Running my hands downward once again, over her chest, her breasts, her waist, hips, thighs; I repeated the path, running my hand up her inner thigh again, but when I was only inches from her throbbing, wet crease, I diverted around it again, sending my hands back up to caress her slender body.

“Ohh!” she moaned as she started running her own hand down her body towards her slit. I reached down in response, stopping her hand in its tracks.

“No cheating,” I said shortly.

She groaned, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyelids as she kicked her heels repeatedly against the mattress. “Oh my goodness! Please touch it, Goldie! I need it!” she begged, arching her hips up, exposing her mound to me, begging for even the smallest morsel of pleasure.

I placed my hand a few inches below her navel, enjoying the heat of her skin against my palm before giving her mound a gentle squeeze. I paused there for a moment, letting her wonder if I was going to slide my hand down and give her the stimulation she was so desperate for...or upward, to continue the teasing. I slowly slid my hand down a tiny bit, making her draw in a breath, then I steered my hand around it, running my palm down her thigh again.

She shook her head in frustration, whipping her soft, fragrant hair into a cotton candy coloured mess as I continued to ruthlessly tantalize her. I continued this soft torture of her goosebump-ridden body for close to twenty minutes, moving my hands directly towards her most sensitive areas, only to divert my path around them at the last second; and I did this to her over and over again. Occasionally, as I was reaching past her crotch to her thighs, she would arch her hips up to try to brush herself against my forearm to steal a small scrap of sensation, but I was always a step ahead and kept her hungry -- and begging for mercy.

She tried several more times to touch herself, only to have her hand batted away again and again. She was utterly desperate now, writhing her body against the sheets, rubbing her thighs together, trying anything she could think of to get some stimulation.

Her hands were now pulling at the sheets, squeezing handfuls of fabric and then letting them go, repeating the process over and over. I continued to caress her bare, red-hot skin, up and down her body, randomly changing the path and being sure to never hit any of her sensitive spots; her breath was ragged, and I couldn't help but notice her jaw shaking as she kept her eyes closed, praying for stimulation.

Finally, as I ran my hands over her one more time, she held her breath, arched her back and stiffened; her hips twitched uncontrollably, and she eventually let a hot breath blast out of her mouth, and her body finally returned to a limp position.

“It worked,” I thought with a satisfied smirk.

She opened her eyes to look at me. The look I got was intense, like she could destroy a building with it. “I...I came…” she panted. “That was...amazing! You...you didn’t even touch me…down there.”

It loved hearing her say it. She looked completely unraveled; her body was quivering, and she wasn’t able to lay still, her level of desperation in her was off the charts.

I reached out and hooked my hand under her knee to pull it away from the other. She responded by parting her legs for me, and I laid down on my stomach between her legs, settling myself down in front of her sex. I took a deep breath through my nose, taking in the creamy, but slightly metallic scent of her arousal.

Looking at her glistening slit, just inches from my face; I could feel the heat coming off of it as I traced my eyes up her yellow, inner thighs, meeting at the apex where the open lips revealed her delicate pink folds, which reminded me of the pink butterflies on her skirt. I made sure to exhale directly on it, watching her hands quiver as she clenched the bed sheets again, driven mad by the sensation of cool air blowing against her arousal, aching to be touched.

I leaned in and placed my tongue at the bottom of the opening and ran it up the entire length of her slit, making sure to hit her clit with the tip of my tongue as I passed over it, causing her hips to jerk sharply. The tip of my tongue eventually emerged from the cleft and licked a few inches up her abdomen, almost to her navel.

By this point, her sensation was supercharged after the touch-torture I had put her through, and this single lick caused her entire body to tremble and twitch with intense pleasure as she finally received direct touch where she so desperately wanted it.

She moaned loudly, uttering some incoherent babble, followed by “Oh sweet mother of…!” before she trailed off again.

I spread her open with my thumbs, revealing the little red button, where the most intense sensations were about to come from. I leaned in to place my lips around it began to suck, which pulled her clit along with the tender, pink folds into my mouth, and then I released the suction, letting it pop back out.

Again, I drew it back into my mouth, this time holding it in place to flick it with my tongue, causing her hips to buck, jamming her throbbing crease harder into my mouth. I repeated this several times, sometimes punctuating it with some gentle licks in a circle around her soft folds; it wasn't long before her whole body seized, like she was possessed by a demon, trembling against the intensity of the orgasm.

Once she settled herself, breathing hard and moaning softly, I brought by fingers up to her entrance to slide my index finger between those wet. swollen lips, followed by my middle finger. I pumped them in and out, stroking her delicate interior while I leaned in and continued teasing her tender flesh with my mouth.

I have no idea how many orgasms she experienced during this session; with her pleasure at such high intensity the whole time, it was difficult to tell her climaxes apart from her plateaus. After her final finish, I let her rest a minute before the next stage.

I watched her lay there, breathing heavily as I undid my pants and quickly removed them.

Fluttershy was quick to lock her eyes on my length, eyes widening as she saw the little bead of clear fluid drip off of the head as I crawled over her, and she reached out to put her arms around my shoulders to welcome me into her.

I didn’t put it in her just yet; instead, I placed my length against her crease to stroke her with it, eliciting a series of cute squeaks and uncontrolled quivers from her. I continued until I could feel her body begin to stiffen, then I quickly positioned it between the petals of her entrance and pushed into her completely, soaking my erection in the heat and moisture of the shy girl's depths, bringing our bodies together so her clit could grind against my body.

It took only a few thrusts before Fluttershy tightened up completely, wrapping her arms and legs around me to hold herself steady as her whole body convulsed violently, her soaking wet heat clenching down on my length with sharp, little pulses of gratitude. She moaned loudly, reaching up with one hand to pull her hair in an attempt to dull the sensation overload, only to become flustered by the fact that she could no longer cause herself pain. I gave her a few more slow thrusts before I came to a stop, supporting myself over her with my arms.

She was still convulsing feverishly; her eyes trying to lock onto me, but they kept rolling back in her head. This continued on for half a minute, her jerking body creating more stimulation as it caused my hard length to move in and out of her slightly.

She finally tried to speak. “Haaa!…S-s-still…”

“Huh?” I asked, looking down at her.

“S-still…cu…cumming…” she stuttered, between ragged breaths.

“Oops, I think I broke her…” I thought to myself. “Are you stuck?” I asked her, laughing.

She still couldn’t lay still, nor could she keep her eyes open; I could still feel her squeezing me over and over again, and had been for over a minute now.

I watched her for a few moments longer, becoming concerned. “Are you OK?...Should I take it out?”

Her eyes snapped open at the suggestion, and she grabbed the sides of my head, her palms slapping my cheeks as her hands made contact. “NO!” she shouted, gritting her teeth. “Leave it in!”

“Yes ma’am,” I said as her convulsions finally started to gradually trail off, and so I laid over her, letting our bodies rest together. My head came to rest on the pillow next to hers as she stared at the ceiling, exhaling one hot breath after another, her body still quivering.

Suddenly, she snapped her face towards mine, startling me. The tips of our noses were just touching, and she was staring at me intensely with fire in her eyes.

“Why aren’t you fucking me?” she growled.

“Oh crap,” I said, sitting up. “I was giving you a break.”

“No breaks!” she panted. “Put my legs up.”

I complied, throwing her legs over my shoulders and I started thrusting back into her again, feeling waves of warm sensation roll through me every time it slid in and out of her hot tightness, which by then was a wet, sloppy, hot mess. She started to tighten up again before too long and I looked down at myself, gliding in and out of her pink flesh as her body began to jerk uncontrollably once again. She hollered out suddenly, which was quickly followed by a jet of clear liquid, squirting up from her slit, hitting my stomach and dribbling down onto hers.

I didn’t stop this time to see if she was climaxing continuously again; she told me to do my worst, so that’s what she was going to get.

I grabbed her ankles and held her feet apart at arms length, spreading her legs wide, so I could see everything: her delicate pink folds, wrapped around my length, spreading her glistening moisture onto my shaft as I pushed into her over and over again.

I kept going like this for quite a while, bringing her an unknown number of orgasms during the process, her body shaking uncontrollably each time a fresh wave of ecstasy slammed over her. Finally, she reached up for me, so I came down to her, leaning on the bed with my elbows as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

Fluttershy kissed me deeply, sweeping my mouth out with her tongue again while blowing her breath against my face through her nose. She broke the kiss to speak. “Oh…goodness!” she breathed. “I love it; I love you!”

I smiled and kissed her back gently. “And I love you,” I replied, “but I’m not done yet.”

She gasped, her eyes wide as I sat up and backed out of her. Without warning, I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her clear off the bed, spinning her in the air.

“WHAAA!?” she squealed in surprise, before landing on her stomach.

I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her backside towards me; bringing her up to her hands and knees, I placed myself against her opening and plunged my entire length back into her tight depths, filling her once again with my ridged girth.

Holding her hips fast, I gave her another series of long and powerful thrusts, withdrawing almost completely each time, then bottoming out against her over and over again, driving her mad with endless waves of unstoppable, tingling delight.

She pulled her pillow close and buried her face in it. The sound of her muffled squeals delighted me, and I had the pleasure of hearing them again and again, whenever she reached her peak, which must have been at least three more times; it was hard to keep track, honestly, using the 'no-touch' method of foreplay often had the effect of keeping orgasms just below the surface, ready to burst forth under even the slightest touch.

And I didn’t stop when she climaxed; I just kept going full steam ahead each time, and if she had pulled away, I would have let her. I wanted to her to enjoy it after all, but to my surprise, she actually shoved herself back against me every time she came.

At last, I could feel myself starting to get close, so I slowed down a bit. It wasn’t time, I didn’t want her to overtake me just yet.

After another climax took her, I withdrew, and she slowly rolled over onto her back, bringing me close to laughter when I saw her face: bright, glowing red cheeks, pink hair frazzled beyond recognition, gusts of hot breath blowing from her parted lips.

She laid down on her back and spread her legs again, coaxing me closer to return to her hot, welcoming flesh. I crawled over her, sliding back into her tight depths as she wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight. This is how I wanted it to end; after such a harsh go at her, I knew in the end she’d like a more intimate finish.

We kissed deeply as I continued to work her, her climaxes came in steady streams now; never really any space between them, just a variance in intensity. By then, I could feel the end coming fast; the tingle starting to intensify as her delicate flesh worked its magic on me.

Fluttershy could feel it coming, I saw the look of relief on her face, as well as the excitement of knowing that she was finally going to return some sexual power back onto me.

“You ready?” I asked her.

She gave an eager, but exhausted nod. “Yes…please…I want it!” she begged.

I accelerated my thrusts slightly, intensifying her pleasure while speeding up the arrival of my own finish.

She felt it swell inside her, signalling to her that it was time to receive another ”Ooh, yes! Fill me up!” she panted, eyes closed, shaking her head in desperation.

I felt the explosion hit, slowing myself to a steady pace as I let the shots fire into her one-by-one, continuing until I felt her arch her back and lock her body up one more time, quivering against me.

Fluttershy's eyes lit up when she felt the hot flood gush into her, which triggered the last orgasm to rack her poor, ragged body. She bit her bottom lip, giving me a look of satisfaction. “Aahhh, yeah...that’s it,” she sighed.

I came to a stop on her and leaned down to kiss her one more time before sitting up. I looked down at the connection between us; shiny and wet, glistening in the sunlight, still pulsating occasionally, lost in the euphoric aftermath. As I withdrew from the shy girl to lay down beside her, I caught a glimpse of the small white pearl at the center of her pink folds, slowly making its way downward before disappearing between the cheeks of her derrière .

She made no effort to stop it from getting onto the bedspread. Instead, she remained motionless, laying spread-eagle with her slender arms outstretched across the pillows.

I crawled up beside her and lifted one of her arms to lay down next to her, then set her arm back down on my chest.

Looking over at her, I couldn't help but smile as she stared incredulously at the ceiling, her breasts heaving as she continued to breathe heavily; I then noticed the bed was trembling, and I looked down to find her legs, twitching and shaking uncontrollably.

After a few minutes, she turned her hand over on my chest to scratch it gently with her fingernails as I watched her pretty face: her turquoise eyes shimmering, those cute eye lashes, protruding from the corners of her eyes; her rosy cheeks, her soft, beautiful lips, quivering in the aftermath of the assault her body had just endured.

She finally spoke. “Holy shit,” she said softly, with a tone of disbelief of what I’d just put her body through. She turned her face towards mine, smirking. “Nice hustle.”

I chuckled. “You asked for it.”

“True, true,” she replied, rolling her eyes and then pausing for a moment. “You practically destroyed me, Goldie.”

I laughed with her for a moment before we went quiet again.

She straightened her legs out, putting them together and running her hands down her thighs. “I c-can’t keep my legs still,” she said, giggling a bit, before rolling towards me to rest her temple on my shoulder.

“I love you,” she said quietly, after ruminating for a few minutes.

“I love you, too.”

We laid in silence for a few minutes, before she eventually got up and headed for the bathroom. She was quite a sight, walking naked across the room; her trembling legs caused her to walk bow-legged like an old cowboy with a bad back, and her hair was frazzled, sticking out in every direction.

Once she disappeared out of sight, I heard her laugh softly upon seeing herself in the mirror. “Oh my goodness, look at me!”

I smiled, staring at the ceiling, quite pleased with myself for giving her such a wild, satisfying ride.

Next, I could hear her brush being pulled through her hair. “I wonder what Rarity would look like,” she said.

I lifted my head off the pillow. “What’s that?”

“I mean,” she replied, “Her hair is always so perfect. I wonder what she would look like after you did that to her.”

“Oh,” I said. “I don’t know.”

“Oh what I wouldn’t give to see you do to her what you just did to me,” Fluttershy’s voice said, wafting softly from the bathroom.

“Yeah…” I mumbled, nodding. “She sure thinks about Rarity a lot,” I thought, raising an eyebrow.

After a few moments, I heard her set the brush down on the vanity, and then she emerged and stood at the bathroom door. Her hair was quite a bit neater now, but still not perfect.

She stood there, naked, stretching her body, reaching into the air and joining her hands above her head. Her breasts perked up with her arms raised like this, accentuated by her chest puffing up as her back arched, causing her rear end to stick out as well; her long, smooth legs were taut, and she rocked her hips side-to-side slightly to loosen herself up.

She really was the most amazingly beautiful thing on the planet.

And she was mine.

Forever.