Au Naturale: Part 4 (Clop)

>One vigorous mane, tail and coat brushing later, and you can feel yourself winking again.
>Anon’s fingers feel so good on your body.
>You really can’t help it.
>For his part, he doesn’t seem to notice.
>Or if he has, he doesn’t care.
>You tried to keep your tail down as much as possible, but you let out a quiet whimper every now and again.
>It just made him smile even more.
>He found it cute.
>Maybe p0nies on his planet got aroused too?
>It made you kind of sad that he didn’t see you as a valid sexual partner.
>You’ll have to change that while you’re here.
>After your grooming session he fitted you with a bridle and saddle.
>You feel so pretty.
>You always feel comfortable in a good saddle and bridle.
>It’s kind of nice having the reins resting on your neck, and having your muzzle embraced tightly by the straps.
>And the way the saddle rests its gentle weight on your back is simply... right.
>You don’t know how else to describe it.
>It’s like another part of you has been returned. A part you never even realised you lost.
>Anon takes your reins and leads you outside.
>You obediently follow.
>You don’t even think about it, you just go where he leads you.
>You don’t think you could deviate from his commanding path even if you wanted to.
>It’s so weird.
>It gives you a sense of satisfaction that you’re being a good p0ny.
>He leads you out to the field where Lyra is lying, just basking in nature.
>”And here we are, Fluttershy.”
>You look up at Anon’s kind face.
“W-what do you want me to do?”
>”Nothing. Just stay here, get used to your new home and eat as much grass as you like.”
>Eat the grass?
>But it’s on the ground!
>”Oh, and one more thing. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like you two to imagine that you’re Earth p0nies. That means no flying and no magic. And no talking. P0nies on my planet don’t talk.”
>What?!
>This is insane!
”Um, Anon... I’m not sure I like this... I mean, I’m not sure if Angel can handle all the animals himself...”
>”Just give it a chance, Fluttershy. I promise you an experience like no other.”
>He kneels down to you as he says this.
>You look into his powerful, commanding eyes.
>You can’t deny him.
>You want him so badly; you’ll do anything to stay with him.
“O-ok, Anon. If that’s what’ll make you happy.”
>”It would, Fluttershy. It would. More than you can imagine. Thank you so much.”
>He suddenly wraps his powerful arms around your neck in a tight hug.
>Your wings shoot out from your sides in shock.
>You hear him sob into your mane.
>He’s overcome with happiness.
>You didn’t know it meant so much to him.
>You lift a foreleg and place it around his back.
>”It’s... I’m just so happy you’re here, Fluttershy.”
>You can smell his musk so strongly now.
>Your tail rises as you breathe in his scent.
>You could stay here forever...
>He releases his embrace.
>You can’t help but whine.
>It’s not even a conscious effort.
>But you hear yourself whine in the back of your throat.
>It’s a bestial sound.
>”Thank you so much, Fluttershy.”
“I love you.” You whisper.
>And then you realise what you said.
>”What was that, Fluttershy? I didn’t quite catch it.”
>You’re blushing like crazy under your yellow fur.
>You shrink back and hide beneath your mane.
>Your heart is racing at a mile a minute.
>You squeak.
>”Here, Fluttershy. It’s ok.”
>Anon pulls out an apple from his pouch. He always wears that thing.
>You come out from your protective mane barrier and eat it out of his hand.
>It soothes you.
>But you’re still embarrassed.
>How could you have just blurted that out?!
>You’re doing so many stupid things that you don’t even want to do today.
>What is wrong with you?
>Anon stands up again.
>”Are you ok, Fluttershy?”
>You squeak and nod.
>”Good. Then I’ll see you ladies this evening for dinner. I’ll go out and pick up some food now.”
>And with that he strides off into town.
>You’re left in the field with Lyra.
>You trot over to her.
“Oh, um... Hi...”
>You never were good at striking up conversations.
>She grunts.
>Oh yeah, you weren’t supposed to talk.
“Oh, uh... Sorry. I mean... Oops!”
>You fucked up again.
>Lyra groans and facehoofs.
>”Never mind, Fluttershy. Look, so long as Anon’s not here, we could probably get away with talking anyway. What do you think of this so far?”
>Well, the scenery isn’t too bad. You always liked nature, and you’re surrounded by it at the moment.
>The sun is shining, the birds are singing. You may ask to sing with them later.
>The view of the rolling countryside from your paddock is beautiful, stretching off towards the rocky mountains in the distance.
>Despite your bungle before Anon left, you feel at peace being surrounded by such beauty.
“Oh, it’s... nice.”
>”Good to hear. You know, it’s really nice to not have anything to worry about.”
“Uh huh.”
>”Yeah. Some equipologists say that early p0ny species lived like this. Possibly with human masters.”
“Really?”
>”Yeah. It kinda makes sense if you consider the tools we use. Anon has such an easy time using them because he has hands. The current theory is that our old human masters died out for some reason, and we evolved further. Then we started using the tools that they had left behind.”
>Wow, this is actually really interesting.
>P0nies and humans living together...
>Maybe even married?
>Oh, how you’d love to have foals with Anon...
>And of course, that’d mean...
>You gulp.
>”Fluttershy? Are you alright? You look a little flushed.”
>Oh curse your body betraying you.
>Your wings are absolutely turgid, sticking straight out from your body on full display.
>Your treacherous tail is flagging straight up, and you can feel yourself winking.
>It’s so embarrassing!
“Oh, uh... I’m sorry, Lyra. I got distracted...”
>”I can tell... You like Anon, don’t you?”
>You blush profusely.
>How could she know?
>”I’ll tell you the truth, Fluttershy... I like him too. And the idea of being his little p0ny really turns me on...”
>Oh wow.
>You never figured Lyra for a sub.
>You never figured Lyra for anything!
>You’ve never looked at mares that way before.
>You simply hide under your mane and look away from Lyra.
>”Oh... Don’t play coy with me, Fluttershy. I can smell you from here. It’s like the sweetest honey.”
>Oh no... This is so embarrassing!
>”I think you’re going to love being one of Anon’s p0nies... He really knows how to take care of us.”
>She stalks closer to you, nuzzling under your mane to get to your face.
>She presses her muzzle to the tip of yours, exchanging breaths with you.
>It tickles your nostrils, only heightening your arousal.
>You look to her cool, mint coloured body.
>Her curves are graceful, flowing down her back to her lifting tail.
>You smell a scent in the air as her tail wafts it towards you.
>It’s sweet mint, but without the menthol edge.
>It’s not harsh, instead it’s inviting.
>But you don’t like Lyra like that!
“P-please, Lyra... We’re out in the open... I... I don’t like mares...”
>”This isn’t about what we like, Fluttershy...”
>She steps closer and hooks her chin around the back of your neck, embracing you in a hug.
>You can feel her velvety coat rubbing against yours.
>”This is about what we need. We need release. Right now we’re animals. Doesn’t that excite you?”
>No! She’s wrong!
>You got excited because you were so close to Anon...
>Because he’s taking care of you.
>You don’t want this kind of release!
>”It’s ok, Fluttershy. It doesn’t mean anything. But you can’t really satisfy yourself on your own, can you?”
“N-no! I don’t want this! Leave me alone!”
>You gallop away from her embrace as fast as you can.
>You get to the edge of the paddock and hide behind one of the trees, out of Lyra’s line of sight.
>How could she try to do that to you?
>But, as much as you hate to admit it, she’s right.
>At the moment your pussy is aching for satisfaction.
>Checking again that you’re not being watched you back yourself up against the fence.
>You mash your twat against the hard wooden pole.
>It’s good.
>Your clit pops out of its hiding place amongst your folds and brushes against the grain.
>It’s rough, but it’s better than nothing.
>Your juices varnish the wood, almost a torrent of sweet, sticky nectar.
>But it’s not enough.
>You need something inside of you.
>Your body is screaming for it.
>You peer around the trunk of the tree.
>Lyra is casually lying on the ground, making a daisy chain.
>You couldn’t possibly go back to her, could you?
>If she can ignore it, so can you.
>You trot over to her, head held high.
>You weren’t about to give in and rut the first thing you see like some kind of animal, just because you got worked up.
>You approach and you see her ears swivel to face you.
>She knows you’re coming.
>You sidle up next to her and lay down.
>She takes this chance to pounce on you.
>You yelp in surprise, as she flips you on your back and pins you down.
>Her face is red with a heavy blush. She’s desperate.
>She wasn’t handling it at all.
>”I’m sorry, Fluttershy... But I need this as much as you.”
>Her eyes are wild, pupils shrunk to pinpricks.
>Her amber eyes bore into you, and terrify you into staying still.
>She lowers her crotch to your stomach.
>You can feel the heat radiating from her nethers.
>She grinds herself on you, using your curves as purchase to stimulate her engorged clit.
>She moves down your body, rubbing circles on your teats.
>As she does this, you can’t help but emit a small groan of pleasure from her motions.
>She grinds further down, ever so slowly, approaching your flower at a tantalizingly slow pace.
>Your lips are swollen and the nerves that are now so close to the surface scream for stimulation.
>Lyra grins deviously at you as she reads the look on your face.
>You can’t hide your arousal now.
>Your eyes are watering in anticipation of what Lyra’s about to do to you.
>Whether it be through lust or terror, you’re panting heavily.
>Your body is a slave to its desires, and you can’t run away.
“P-please... Lyra...”
>”Don’t worry, Fluttershy. I’ll give you what you need.”
>No! That’s not what you meant.
>You’re unable to articulate this as she finally moves back and mashes her pussy against yours.
>You yelp in surprise and delight, and turn it into a moan as your cunt is finally given what it wants.
>She grinds heavily against you, and you can feel her clit winking out at you.
>It’s not as good as a cock, but it still satisfies your carnal urges.
>Her nub pokes at your folds, trying to find your own.
>Yours pokes out at hers, similarly searching.
>You can’t help but jerk your hips up towards her, yearning for climax.
>As she roughly strokes your folds, you feel waves of pleasure wash over you.
>You bite your hoof to stifle your noise.
>You’re still aware that you’re in the middle of this field.
>It’s so dirty and naughty.
>It sends your heartbeat into overdrive.
>The rising fire in the pit of your stomach builds up and up as your juices flow more and more.
>The noise of your two bodies dancing together fills your ears with rhythmic squelching.
>The scent of your juices fills your nostrils, a sweet syrupy smell that simply tickles your senses with delight.
>All these sensations build up on one another, sending your mind blank with ecstasy.
>Closer and closer you arrive at your final destination...
>With one final groan your muscles tense, and you bear down with your pussy.
>It squirts one final blast of liquid as you cum; hard.
>You convulse, completely out of control of your body now as it writhes in your throes of orgasm.
>You twist and turn, hooves flailing and kicking.
>Lyra doesn’t stop her grinding, her motions sending you over the edge of your pleasure limit.
>You can’t stop squirming, the sensations are simply maddening!
>And then, thankfully she arrives at her orgasm too.
>Her legs buckle, and she squeals in delight.
>She rests her whole weight on you.
>She’s not heavy and it doesn’t hurt.
>The two of you lie there panting for a few minutes.
>Eventually Lyra regains her faculties and stands up off you.
>”I’m... I’m sorry, Fluttershy... I don’t know what came over me...”
>You get up.
>To be honest you’re no worse off from what just happened to you.
>You got your release.
“It’s... Ok, Lyra. We... You were right. We both needed that.”
>You’re ashamed and embarrassed, but you meant what you said.
>Your thoughts are no longer clouded by Anon.
>Anon...
>You’re going to be with him for a while yet...
>You might get this horny again.
>Oh boy.
>This might have been a bad idea...