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Mistress Shy's New Pet

Chapter One

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Anonymous

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Arctic trotted through Ponyville, a Pegasus pony on a mission, but still with his head in the clouds. The pony with the white coat, tinted with the faintest hint of blue, kept up a steady pace, taking a shortcut between houses with charmingly thatched roofs that had to have been kept on through some kind of magical intervention, considering the crazy weather that still sometimes blew over from the Everfree Forest despite the best efforts of the pegasus ponies. The number of attacks and disturbances from magical creatures and evil-doers intent on, seemingly, bending the entire land of Equestria to its knees had also increased tenfold since Twilight Sparkle had banded together with that strange, oddball group of ponies, making life ever so much more interesting than it could have otherwise been. Not that he minded. It kept him on his toes. And, when all was said and done, he could have used a little more excitement in his life.

Arctic twisted his lips in a wry grin, cheeks flushing a delicate pink as the evening breeze picked up his deep blue mane from the back of his neck. Well, as long as it was excitement that he could watch unfold from a safe distance and not be in the thick of. He'd had more than enough of that lately, getting himself into suitably and inappropriately "sticky" situations.

No, he wouldn't think of that again - not right then, at the very least. That would be just something more that got him into another awkward situation and he didn't want that. Setting his jaw, the pony increased his pace, glancing back behind in a glimpse of that old paranoia that told him, subtly, that he was being followed. Of course, it was not true and so rarely was, but a pony of his kind couldn't -

"Oof!"

He smacked into something solid and warm, falling back on his rump as his head spun. It took a moment of blinking rapidly - not the most flattering of expressions, it had to be said - for his vision to clear, although his head took a few seconds longer to stop spinning. He groaned and flicked his tail, dock trapped beneath his hindquarters, staggering back to all four hooves with all the grace of a sack of potatoes.

Before him, the pony that he had so rudely walked straight into sneezed and rubbed her nose, a pink spot forming on the end where he had clearly given her a right whack. But she was a pony that he could not have failed to recognise: a pony that had wandered her way, sweetly, into his fantasies from time to time with that long, flowing tail of hers and sweetly rounded hindquarters.

Oh, but she was a sweetheart, everyone knew that. Arctic grunted and rubbed the back of his neck, ruffling up his mane so that it stuck up in all directions.

"Pony-feathers, Fluttershy, so sorry..."

The pegasus pony blinked up at him, tail tucked down to her hindquarters and wings drooping as if it would have taken far too much energy for her to even think about raising them.

"Oh, um, excuse me..."

Fluttershy dipped her chin, hiding behind her long, pink forelock as she half-turned from the pony before her.

"No! I should have..." He fumbled for words, eyes wild and darting. "S-sorry..."

He trailed off, waving a hoof in the air awkwardly. A brown saddle bag with a pink butterfly for the clasp, which matched the cutie mark splashed across pony's yellow coat, lay on the ground beside her, clearly having been knocked loose in the collision. Arctic leapt at the chance to redeem himself.

"I'll get it!"

Arctic lunged for the saddle bag just as the Pegasus reached for it and knocked her hoof out of the way, scrambling for the bag as it bumped from hoof to hoof, contents spilling onto the grass. He gasped as she drew her hoof back, pressing it to her chest as her lips twisted in pain, as brief as it was; he hadn't actually hit her that hard.

"Sorry," he said again, scurrying back with his only desire being to extricate himself from the situation as swiftly as possible, shoving a packet of grass nuts back into her bag, along with a small purse. "Here, sorry, I'm..."

He meant to say he was going, but the Pegasus cut across him before he could finish, the stallion half stumbling over his own hooves in his attempt to escape.

"Oh, um, it's quite alright."

Arctic exhaled, cheeks puffing out. Of course, she didn't mind. Fluttershy never minded. Actually, he couldn't have possibly chosen a better pony to bump into without embarrassing himself beyond all belief. Celestia above - Fluttershy probably thought she'd been the one that had walked into him!

He smiled briefly, relief rising as his guard dropped, passing the saddle bag safely back into her hooves. And that dropping of his wariness was the biggest mistake he could have possibly made.

Arctic was a stallion, it was to be expected: his eyes wandered. He couldn't help but let them trail down the curve of her back to her rump, the little raise in her tail as she wriggled to help the saddle bags he'd handed back settle more comfortably in the dip behind her withers. Fluttershy was not a pony that would have drawn the eye from the hotness factor - like some of the more heated mares in Ponyville that shameless, and rightly, flaunted their bodies - but she had been a model before and her inherent beauty could not have been denied by anypony.

He barely noticed the dress she wore - an ensemble from Carousel Boutique, no doubt - as he undressed her with his eyes, layers of floating, wafting fabric falling away as if they had never existed to begin with. The pleasant curve of her hindquarters drew in his eye and he licked his lips without thinking as he admired her form, need stirring between his hind legs as he adjusted his stance, unwittingly displaying his masculine assets. Fluttershy's tail flowed down to the grass and he greedily drank in every detail that he could, from the light muscle in her back legs to the stronger shoulders, a set to her neck that spoke of many hours spent up hunched over one unwell animal or another. Everyone knew that her mission in life was to put animals first and he'd seen that time and time again, even if it was her body that had his attention at that moment in time, tilting his head ever so slightly, discreetly, to the side to see if he could sneak a look at her udders and teats.

He was not as discreet as he thought.

"Excuse me."

Looking up, he found her eyes locked on his, a steel without the blue orbs that he would never, not in a million moons, have expected to find there. She set her front hooves together and drew herself up tall, a set to her jaw as her lips pressed together, ears sharply pricked, trained on him and him alone.

It terrified him.

He baulked, scrambling back with wide eyes and a tail clamped firmly down over his hindquarters.

Shit!

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" He rushed to get out, tripping over his words in his haste to get them out. "I really didn't mean to - oh, pony-feathers! This is all going wrong! I mean, you just... It's you... I didn't, I mean, I wasn't trying to -"

"Quiet."

It only took one word and he was weak at the knees, jaw dropping as the formerly shy and meek mare drew herself up tall, seeming to gain a full hand herself in height. She tossed her head, flicking her forelock back out of her eyes and Arctic gulped, breath firmly lodged in the lump in his throat.

Those eyes smouldered. The chips of ice melted, though only to a more alluring stare that had him up on his hooves again in the blink of an eye, shocking awaiting her bidding.

And yet none was forthcoming. He awkwardly stood to attention, cheeks going redder and redder by the second as his sheath, humiliatingly, plumped out with the inevitable.

Oh, by Celestia, not now! Please not now!

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Fluttershy pulled her saddle bags up closer to her withers and turned her shoulder on him, her glare hardly one to be reckoned with. Arctic shuffled and tried to look away, but found himself called back to her eyes again and again as if she had a hold on him that he could not explain, at least in the moment. He tried to shake himself, frozen in place. Was she using the Stare on him? The stallion shuddered. He thought that only worked on animals! Or was it something else entirely?

"You, colt, need to learn some respect."

"Fluttershy, I know, I'm so, so -"

"Come with me."

Arctic blinked.

"What? No! Fluttershy, I really am sorry!"

But she was already walking away, turning that glorious rump on him as her tail lifted just a little, allowing the folds of the dress to frame her backside. Against himself, Arctic groaned and tipped forward onto his front hooves, body yearning to follow while his mind reeled from the notion. He'd already embarrassed himself more than enough!

"I didn't mean to stare," he muttered lamely, hanging his head. "Please, Fluttershy, I am truly sorry from the bottom of my heart."

She didn't even pause to spare him a single glance back.

"I didn't phrase that as a question."

"But I have grocery shopping to do!" He cried, clutching at straws as his chance of escape slipped through his hooves. "Fluttershy, please! I just want to forget all about this and do my shopping!"

"You can do that later."

He opened his mouth and then closed it again, groaning as the sway of her hindquarters became decidedly deliberate. She could not have sauntered more, showing off as if she knew, without even looking, just where his eyes were, if she'd tried.

"You have something to make up to me. I'm sure you know what."

And that he could not argue with. Dipping his head, he resigned himself to his fate, trudging with one hoof carefully placed in front of the other as that wonderful rump waved before his muzzle. What stallion, after all, would have been able to resist her, even if they knew that it was a bad idea to follow a filly they'd just ogled in public - and been caught at too!

What he only later realised was that he'd wanted to go along with her the whole time. He'd never not been permitted escape, unless one counted the fact that he had denied the act of leaving to himself.

She closed the door of her cottage behind him and hung her wrap-around scarf up on the cloak rack, the gossamer-thin material catching the light as Angel bounced up to inspect the visitor. The rabbit folded his arms and narrowed his eyes at Arctic as if surveying the stallion for a task he did not yet know.

"Tea?"

Arctic bit his lip. What was the correct answer?

"Um... Yes..." He mumbled, staring at his hooves. "That would be lovely, thank you. Thank you very much for your kindness."

As she trotted into the kitchen, he could have sworn there was an extra spring in her step, enough to lift her dress and show off those udders that he had been so trying to get a look at. Neat and pert, they were tucked right up in front of her hind legs, clearly marking her as a maiden mare. But the pinkness of them spoke of an innocence he longed to explore, wondering against himself just how it would feel to wrap his lips around each of those teats in turn, the sweet mare shuddering against him.

She was so easy to watch too, hindquarters moving softly and with purpose as she bustled around her kitchen while he stood, still close to the entrance, with his lower jaw slack and that accursed rabbit still starting at him with what could only be abject disapproval. Coughing into his hoof, Arctic shuffled his wings in closer to his back and looked away, cheeks hot and the tips of his ears pink.

A chipmunk and a squirrel ferried cups, saucers and a steaming pot of what had to be tea to the table, setting them across from each other. Arctic licked his lips, although there was little moisture left in his muzzle. Fluttershy smiled and dipped her muzzle to her animals, expression softening as she nuzzled the squirrel and let the little, brown animal climb up on top of her head.

"Thank you, friends."

She was almost the pony, the shy and kind and sweet one that he'd thought she was before - before he'd been privy to that icy fire in her eyes. Almost, but not quite.

Her eyes locked onto his again and he frozen, breath locking up in his throat. There was something there, something more, something that made him want to hunker down to the floorboards, despite the slight lingering aroma of the many animals she kept, and await whatever came next from her.

"Now, sit."

It was easy to obey and it seemed right to do so too. The least he could do was make the encounter as easy for her as possible. Her skirt flipped up to expose her hindquarters again as she tucked them beneath her on a round, three-legged stool, the squirrel scurrying off to do whatever it was that squirrels did when they weren't assisting yellow ponies.

More tentatively, he eased onto the creaky stool opposite and stared down at his mug. She poured for him and he could not have wished more that it was possible to disappear into the steaming, milky liquid and slip away entirely. His heart hammered and he fought down the urge to flap his wings, nervous energy lancing through him like a crackling lightning strike. For all pegasi loved to fly and there could have been no better way to reference the pounding in his chest and the roar in his ears, both of which bore ill tidings as to the strength and power of the oncoming storm.

But small talk seemed to be on the cards for the Element of Kindness, at least to kick things off.

"Have you much shopping to pick up tonight?" She said, picking up her tea cup skilfully with one hoof and sipping from the brim. "

It was surreal - too surreal - but he had no choice but to answer. Those eyes would not let him.

"Not much... Just dinner... Some carrots..." He muttered, unable to look at her and instead looking at her chest where it disappeared into the sweetheart neckline of her dress. "Some more elderflower cordial would be nice, but I didn't really, um... I didn't have anything much in mind."

Dear Celestia - could he ramble any more? The Pegasus blushed heavily and poked at the saucer, tea sloshing over the edge of his cup.

"That's nice, I do like a glass of elderflower cordial myself."

Helplessly, Arctic nodded. What could he say that _wouldn't_make him come off as a fool? Or perhaps that chariot had long since sailed. He tipped forward, studying the grain of the table - the table that was distinctly blocking his view of the pony who had so quickly become a subject that made his sheath plump out and balls stir with the need to cum.

He frowned. Damn it! Why couldn't she just let him go and relieve himself back at home where he was safe and could run through fantasy after fantasy of her and her body without interruption or embarrassment? Every stallion did it! Did she think she was being kind, treating it like a tea date when she had practically ordered him to come along with her? Was it her way of smoothing things over?

Apparently not. Fluttershy set her tea down and fixed him with a stare that had him squirming on the stool, the base rocking and threatening to tip.

"Now, I couldn't help but notice that somepony's eyes were wandering, on our meeting. Do you happen to know who that pony was, Arctic?"

Oh Celestia - he'd rather have had the small talk! Blushing furiously, he fixed his eyes on his tea, steam curling sinuously from the slowly cooling surface.

"I, uh... Fluttershy, um..."

"Drink your tea."

Unable to do anything but obey, he gulped down a mouthful, lowering his head to the cup rather than bring it to his lips.

"Don't lie to me, Arctic."

His wings sagged, drooping like a saggy washing line stretched by the wind.

"I'm not lying to you..."

"It's not the full truth either. Drink your tea."

He automatically took a sip and then another. Was it sweeter than normal? Shrugging, he focused on the drink, gulping it down until there was nothing left. And then there was nothing that could distract him from the pony before him and he was forced to look up at her, ears slanted sadly out to the sides and eyes plaintively wide and pleading.

"I didn't mean to look, Fluttershy, but you're just so beautiful."

It sounded lame even to his ears, but he still pressed on, as hopeful as ever.

"You don't even need to wear a dress like that to look so lovely, Fluttershy, but it just draws the eye..." He sighed. "That doesn't excuse my attention, however, and I am sorry. It was rude and..."

He trailed off, eyes falling unfocused, the wooden grain of the table blurring before his eyes. Something stirred in the pit of his stomach and, to his horror, the flat tip of his cock pushed from its sheath. He clamped his jaw shut and pushed the tea cup across the table, trying to distract himself in any way possible, thinking of anything that could possibly be unsexy: bunnies, kittens, that squirrel scratching over one of the wooden beams, the faint stench of urine from an animal mess that had not quite been cleaned up with due attention.

It didn't help. It didn't help one little bit. His cock pushed up to the bottom of the table and he hunched forward, striving to contain himself even if it was impossible to stop his body from responding once it had begun. Arctic let out a whimper as Fluttershy's head tilted in what had to be concern, lips parted to speak - but he rushed in clumsily, heading her off as his cock pulsed and pre-cum pooled at the tip. He could still save things!

"Um, I mean..." He fought for words, batting at them as they tumbled from his hold, cock slapping the underside of the table. "There's nothing I could have done... No, that's not it. I shouldn't have..."

The cups jumped on the table as his cock jerked and spurted, a splatter of pre-cum that should not have been so productive so soon shooting across the clean floorboards. Fluttershy squeaked and leapt from her stool, running around the table as Arctic moaned and swivelled away, letting his swollen shaft throb up into full, lewd view.

The Pegasus gasped and reared back on her hind legs, mouth comically agape as she hung there, just for a moment. When she fell back to all four hooves, Arctic groaning and grasping his cock as if he could force it back into its plump pony sheath, her lips set into a thin, hard line. He would only later come to learn what a dangerous expression that was to find on her normally sweet, kind face. There were many sides to Fluttershy that he had not known on the eve of that fateful meeting, that first sip of tea.

"Arctic! I am shocked by you!"

Screwing up her muzzle, Fluttershy gestured at his shaft, tail flicking in sheer agitation.

"Fluttershy - I'm so sorry, I didn't think, I don't know what's happening!"

He scrambled back off the stool, the seat flying into the table as he forced himself away, cock growing and swelling to lewd proportions. Sweat rolled down his forehead and trickled behind his ears as he gaped at in horror, balls as hefty and full as they'd ever been. Only now they were on full show for the Pegasus pony he'd been trying to make amends with - or at least not humiliate himself further in front of. Yet that no longer seemed possible.

"Quiet! It seems that you need to be taught some respect! I thought you were better than this, Arctic!"

And then there was something around his head as feathered wings swept across his face and shoulders, Fluttershy securing something flat and cool around his head. He twisted as she grabbed what could only be a set of reins and yanked him up onto his hooves - a difficult feat indeed with his huge dick swaying and bobbing beneath his stomach as if trying to point directly towards his target. And the round rump of the mare was the only possible target in the room.

"Come with me!" Fluttershy snapped, words laced with an aggression that no one not in the know would have expected from her. "Stallions must learn respect in my presence! And you, colt, have none of it! You're not even worthy of the name!"

He gaped, but she yanked the reins, towing him brutally away to a doorway beneath the staircase. The animals had long since scattered as the pony mare cursed to herself and kicked the door open, hauling him along with her with surprising strength for such a small pony. But that was not the only surprise she had in store for him, alongside the revelations that had come to light so far.

As she started down the first step, her tail flicked up her dress just enough to show off a glimpse of her marehood, plump and winking as if she was excited herself. It was brief, but Arctic would have later sworn that she was already dripping - perhaps with excitement. But why oh why she would possibly want to show off her body and demonstrate her readiness to mare, to be covered, to him, the stallion would never know.

But he could not prevent his body from reacting even as he reeled back, trying and failing to hold himself in check. His oversized horse-cock flexed and shot a huge dollop of pre-cum - it shouldn't have been possible, but, well, it was one of the side-effects of his certain condition, an embarrassing one at that that he was simply over-productive - to splatter right across that rump and dress he'd so admired. Arctic gasped as Fluttershy slowly looked back over her shoulder, eyes narrowing so that they were little more than slits. From a pink-haired Element of Kindness, there could have been no look that stimulated greater dread in his heart as the glob of pre-cum rolled down her backside, staining her coat.

"You'll pay for that."

He had no doubt he would, but how was not a question that he could answer. Arctic tried to hang his head, show his repentance, his shame for what he'd done, but any pleas that he forced from his lips fell on deaf ears as she dragged him into the darkness without even bothering to take a lamp with them. Down, down, down, the stallion clopped, struggling to walk with such a massive shaft dangling so lewdly between his legs. How could she expect him to go? He hadn't meant to do anything! And yet he was forced to keep walking by her will and something deeper, cock swaying and bobbing as if it was intent on tripping him up even as pre-cum slopped lewdly from the flat tip.

There was to be no evading her; perhaps, even then, he understood it. Hooves clattered over wooden steps as Fluttershy led the cowed, shaking, bridled stallion into her basement. His fate, however, was yet to be decided.

By her hooves and her hooves alone, of course.

For where would be the fun in letting anyone else get first go at her potential new pet?