Fluttershy Clop (BY THE WAY THERE'S CLOP)

>”Gosh darnit, Fluttershy!” Fluttershy quietly yells to herself as she softly stomps around her living room. “I can’t believe I forgot again!”
>Every year during estrus, Fluttershy seems to forget to prepare. If she were a devolved pony with no true cognitive thought, you and every other mare would be rutting stallions to their breaking point, not concerned with the consequences.
>But, no! These modern days bring rationality and self-control into the mix. Too bad there’s no cure for forgetfulness.
>Every year, Fluttershy writes down ‘CUCUMBERS’ on a paper, underlines it, circles it, and then puts it on the fridge. Doesn’t matter! It will be just another week of Fluttershy pleasuring herself with a hoof, and everyone knows how uncomfortable that is.
>Pinkie Pie hooks up with a stallions weeks before estrus just for this week.
>Rarity lights some scented candles and spends some extra quality time with her friend that lives in top drawer of her dresser.
>And Twilight Sparkle reads stacks upon stacks of erotic literature, quietly pleasuring herself after Spike has gone to sleep.
>Maybe Fluttershy could use Spike… Oh, no, no, no! He’s far too young!
>And she certainly can’t use any of her little critters. That’s… disgusting.
>But her needs MUST be satisfied.

>Of course, you don’t know any of that nonsense.
>You are Anonymous.
>This is estrus week, where mares across the world spend a little extra quality time with themselves and their significant others. Shit, that’s cool.
>Love thyself if you cannot love another, you never say but firmly believe in.
>Anyway, back to the task at hand.
>Rainbow Dash asked you to hand deliver a letter to Fluttershy for her. The mailmare can’t even fly straight because of how horny she is during estrus, so she’d rather place her trust in you. Fluttershy’s cottage is quite a walk away from your home, but Rainbow Dash ensured it would be worth your while.
>Honestly, the exercise is always good for you, and you insisted on receiving no compensation, but apparently it’s non-negotiable. Rainbow Dash can be quite the generous pony from time to time!
>And here you are now, at Fluttershy’s cottage!
>The darn thing is just so small just like everything else in Equestria, but Fluttershy’s cottage is extra small.
>You give the front door a couple quick knock and hear a signature Fluttershy “Eeep!” from the other side.
>You’re standing outside for about half a minute before the front door opens just a crack wide.
>”H-Hello?”
“Fluttershy?”
>”Oh, is that you, Anon?”
>The door opens wide enough for Fluttershy’s head to fit through.
“Yep, I have a letter from Rainbow Dash that she wanted me to deliver.”
>“Oh! Well um, thank you.”

>Fluttershy takes the letter in her teeth as you hand it off to her.
>As you turn to leave, Fluttershy turns the letter over to see the words ‘OPEN QUICKLY’ hastily scrawled on it. Fearful of the consequences if she doesn’t, she tears the letter open with her teeth and pulls out the folded up letter inside. On the backside, another message. ‘DON’T LET ANON LEAVE’
>”W-What… I… Um. A-Anonymous?!” Fluttershy calls as loudly as she can.
>You stop yourself just as you reach the bridge and turn back towards Fluttershy’s cottage.
>”Could you please wait for just one minute?”
>You shrug and walk back to Fluttershy’s doorstep as she reads the letter.
>’Dear Fluttershy,’ she reads to herself. ‘Sup? It’s your best bud Rainbow Dash, and DO I HAVE AN ESTRUS SURPRISE FOR YOU! You know how I forced Anon to get into better shape a few months ago? Well it turns out his species has some pretty awesome stamina. Like, he just keeps going and going and going. And I think that would translate pretty well into sex. If not, I’ll burn my Ph.D in Biology. So I was totally going to take him out for a test drive during estrus, if you know what I mean, but I remember that you have some troubles around this time, and I thought you could use a helping HAND, if you know what I mean. Again. Have fun! Enough for the both of us. –Rainbow Dash’

>Fluttershy is sweating. She won’t even try to hide it.
>You obviously don’t think much of it, it’s kinda warm today anyway. And maybe estrus has the effect on mares. Or whatever.
>Then her eyes dart from you, and back to the paper for a few seconds before Fluttershy folts it back up neatly and adopts a strained expression. It looks as if she wants to say something, but she’s being Fluttershy about it.
>”Uhm…”
“Is there something you need to say, Fluttershy?”
>’Sweet Celestia, yes!’ She thinks to herself. ‘More like DO, though’.
>”W-Would you like to come inside… for a bit?”
>’Please, please, please come inside. In more ways than one.’
>You shrug to yourself, knowing that no harm could come of it. After all, it’s innocent little Fluttershy.
“Sure, what for?” You say as you follow her through the threshold.
>Fluttershy puts on a nervous grin as she closes the door behind you while trying to think of an excuse to invite you in.
>”You… stink!” Fluttershy covers her mouth as if she didn’t mean to say that.
>You sniff yourself to make sure, but you’re sure the only weird smell here is Fluttershy’s zoo- you mean home.
>Zing!

>”You… you should take a bath!”
“Oh… So should I go home?”
>”N-No! You can… take a bath here…”
“But I don’t have a spare set clothes.”
>”That’s… That’s fine! Your clothes are fine, just you… stink!”
“I-“
>”I’ll get the bath water running!”
>Before you can say another word, Fluttershy quickly zips out of the room. You hear the telltale sounds of bathwater running a moment later.
>You look down at her little bunny and shrug.
>He then shrugs in response.
>Meanwhile in the bathroom, Fluttershy’s mind is racing with thoughts of doubt and hot monkey dick.
>’What if… There are a million what if’s right now, Fluttershy. What about, why not? Anon sure doesn’t have a girlfriend, and you’re sure he wouldn’t mind if he could get some relief as well. You’ve heard stories of how Anon can use his haves for expertly done self-pleasuring, but can it really compete with the body of a mare? Hell no!’ Fluttershy gasps at her naughty language. ‘Phew, good thing that wasn’t out loud.’ Fluttershy then giggles to herself. ‘Now what was it Rainbow Dash said about humans? They keep going, and going, and… and going…’
>Fluttershy’s thought’s drift to the imaginary images of you and her in bed from dusk until dawn, making love and stopping for nothing.
>Such thoughts rarely cross Fluttershy’s mind during any other week, but right now… oh the thought of your hands squeezing her flank as your pound into her over and over again is forcing her to start teasing herself perhaps a little too early.

>”C-Come in, Anon!”
>You still find the whole situation pretty weird, but whatever. Who likes to smell bad? No one, that’s who. You enter the bathroom, and immediately your eyes are treated to a pleasant surprise.
>A bathtub. A huge one, big enough to fit two bears or something.
>Fluttershy, with a slightly red face gestures for you to enter the tub.
>Things have now gone from ‘whatever weird’ to ‘uncomfortable weird’.
>Getting all nude and stuff with Fluttershy might sound okay to them, but you’re not a pony who is naked 24/7. Rarity understands where you’re coming from. She’s the coolest pony in town when it comes to clothes and clothes related accessories.
>”Come on, Anon! Take off your clothes so you can be clean!” She holds up a sponge to prove her only intent is to clean you up.
>Oh man, how can you argue with that?
>You shrug for probably the hundredth time today and start stripping. You remove everything except the undergarments, but so you don’t have your accessory flopping around everywhere. You’ll have to remove the clothing after the bath. Going commando for the rest of the way home sound a-ok with you.
>Fluttershy looks clearly disappointed for some reason as you climb into the tub and began to wet your body down?
“What’s with the frown, Debbie-down?”
>You made that nickname up on the spot and you are very proud of it.
>”You… what if you’re dirty… down there?” She gestures to your big boy.
“They’re called private parts for a very good reason, Fluttershy.”
>”O-Oh… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” She slides down the side of the tub until her snout is just below the surface. An occasional bubble surfaces as she watches you clean your body.

>She soon has to come up for air. That paired with her guilt causes her to do something she’ll regret.
>”Anon…”
“Sup?” You say as you try really hard to get to that unreachable spot on your back.
>”You don’t smell…”
“Wha… Oh, sweet! I got the smell!”
>”N-No. You never smelled.” She covers her eyes with her hooves. “I-I just wanted to… to have sex with you, Anon! I’m sorry! The estrus-“
“Okay.”
>”Wh-…” She pulls the hooves away and looks at you with a shocked expression. “What?”
“Okay, I’ll have sex with you.”
>“… But, why?”
“Need reasons? Alright,” You hold up a hand and being counting with your fingers. “One; I haven’t gotten laid in what, two years? Two; doing this took a lot of guts, and I find that very sexually appealing.”
>”You do?”
“Eeyup! Three… Well, I just like sex. That’s number three.”
>”So you’ll do it?”
>To answer her question, you pull off your undergarments while still sitting in the tub, and toss them behind you. You hear them land with a wet SMACK!
“Where do we begin?”
>”Well… I’m not very experienced with this so maybe…” She clops two hooves together as she thinks. “Maybe we could warm up a little?”
“… I think I know what you’re getting at. Come over here, I have an idea.”
>She gets on all fours and takes a few steps towards you. She pauses as stands directly above your slowly growing member, only to be urged to turn around. Once she complies, you back her up a little and lift her tail to reveal exactly what she’s hiding under there.

>Aha! A vagina! Just as you thought!
>”Anon?”
>You respond by slowly rubbing a finger down her folds, eliciting a squeak from her.
“You want to help me count how many times I can make you do that, today?”
>Fluttershy lets out a small whimper before you press the tip of your finger inside her, thoroughly stroking the edges of her moist interior, paying special attention to that good ol’ gräfenberg spot. Do such things exist on real horses? It’s far too late to find out.
>Fluttershy’s legs slowly scoot apart the more you pleasure her as she lets out little moans and squeaks, and even the occasional name drop. Good to know she isn’t thinking about someone else during all this.
>With things and Fluttershy’s hips rockin’ and rollin’, you go in for a tactical insertion. Of your tongue.
>You start with only a quick taste. A little tease, even. It’s… not what you expected. Not at all.
>You wrap your hands around her flank and spread her lips apart for better access. This causes Fluttershy to squeak again.
“How many was that, Fluttershy?”
>”I-I don’t… N-Nine?”
“Wrong. It was eleven.”
>As soon as your tongue finds its way inside her, it becomes twelve.
>And your taste buds weren’t tricking you. This wasn’t the taste of a living creature! Fluttershy… she tasted lightly of lemon with a sharp tang of peach. This shouldn’t be possible. Did she stuff her cooter full of mints?
>Don’t care. You press further, exploring and eventually mapping every inch of Fluttershy’s walls, teasing ever bump and ridge, playfully tugging her tail with every other muscle spasm.
>Oh yes, she was loving it.

>You pull away for a moment to catch your breath. Fluttershy mistakenly takes this as a sign to move to the next step. Or maybe’s she’s finally taking charge. Good girl.
>She turns to face you and lowers her rump onto your now fully erected member. You do the courtesy of holding it in place as she aims, because you’re gentlemanly like that.
>As she successfully mounts, you move the hand to rest on her hip. She carefully descends, letting out an exhale with every inche or so.
“You going to be okay?”
>”I-It’s been a while.”
“That’s fine just take it sl-“
>Her hind hooves slip, causing her to fall until you’re completely hilted, causing you both to loudly moan. Yours is followed with a, “Hohoholy shit.”
>Fluttershy leans forward, bringing her head to your upper chest and her front hooves over your shoulders. She manages to find a comfortable position for her hind legs before finding leverage to lift herself. It’s hardly much, so she opts to mostly use her hips.
>Have you ever been to heaven? It sure felt like it when Fluttershy found a balance between grinding and pumping.
>You sat still as fluttershy did most of the work, slowly speeding up her pace as she got closer and closer to an orgasm.
>Oh how you would like to say you could last as long as three Fluttershys, but two years of nothing takes its toll as you feel yourself approaching as well. Both yours and Fluttershy’s legs begin having mild spasms as you both approached your peaks.
>Fluttershy’s moaning grew louder and louder.
>And as her orgasm hit, she let out a long, silent sigh in which only a squeak or two escaped.
>After Fluttershy’s tremendous orgasm, how could a man stop himself? He can’t.

>Your grip on Fluttershy’s hips tighten as you push her down. Just as her orgasm subsides, you begin your own release, ejaculating deep into her as your eyes roll into the back of your head.
>And all too quickly, it’s over.
>And god damn did it feel awesome.
>Awesome feelings aside, Fluttershy’s breath slows as you both come down from the coitus high, soaking in the warm bath water as you embrace each other.
>After several minutes of silence, Flutterhshy speaks up.
>”Anon… can you… do this again?”
“… Tomorrow. I’ll, I’ll come by tomorrow and-“
>”And we can do it again… and again, and again.”
>You bring a hand up and give her mane a gentle rustle.
“Till the end of estrus.”
>”And beyond?”
“We’ll talk about beyond. Later.”
>She goes silent again and hugs you tighter.
>”Thank you for doing this.”
“No, no… Thank you.” You close your eyes and lean your head back. “I needed this.”