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Fluttershy's Expanding Horizons

For JCFoxman

By Draconicon

"The birds are singing, the sun is shining..."

Fluttershy yawned as the light poured in through her window, stretching her arms out above her head and slowly rolling over onto her back. The feeling of the warm light against her skin was lovely, and partially made up for the weight of her breasts pushing down on her lungs.

She turned her head to look down at herself, and shook it back and forth a few times. She'd been one of the first of her friends to develop, and while she wasn't the biggest girl in Ponyville, she was far from the smallest. Her hands moved almost on auto-pilot, grasping at her chest and squeezing her breasts a few times. They squished and inflated again every time she did, and a small smile crossed the yellow pony's face.

Letting her hands wander down the familiar path of her body, she felt them slide in and out, pushing back in as her hands moved down along her sides, coming closer and closer together before fanning out in a hurry when they reached her hips. She blushed a bit as she felt her butt get squished as her hands rolled back, and pulled them back up again, letting them cup the weight at her chest.

As she bounced her breasts a little in her hands, letting them roll up a little and then fall back into her palms, she was all too conscious of how much she had. Not enough to be one of the big stars of their little town, too much to be one of those slender beauties that wandered along the streets.

What satisfaction and excitement that had started building up tapered off, and no matter how much she stroked down her curves, she couldn't bring it back. Fluttershy sighed, and slowly rolled her legs over the side of the bed, looking down at the floor.

Just face it. You're pretty, but that's all you are. It was always a feeling of not-quite, a feeling of not-enough with her. So shy, but not the right kind of shy; so pretty, but not quite beautiful. She just...couldn't get that last bit that she needed to stand out, and no matter how much her friends tried to help her -

"My friends!"

Fluttershy shrieked as she leaped out of bed, running over to her closet and pulling hangers out by the dozen, throwing clothes all over the room.

"Oh no, oh no, I can't be late again...I promised them that I wouldn't be late. I promised!"

Even with her fear of disappointing them, she still didn't bring her voice above a loud whisper. It just didn't happen. Another little sign of what was wrong with her, in her mind.

She couldn't find the special dress that Rarity had made for her, so she settled on a plain dress. Simple enough, with green and yellow stripes running down it. A pair of panties went on first, of course, though they were barely big enough to get up around her hips. They were probably something from her younger days, before she had started developing.

Making a note to ask Rarity for a better fitted pair - if she could work up the nerve - she hurried out after tossing a carrot down for Angel.

#

She made good time getting to Ponyville, at least, though she felt nervous about whether her friends would still be where they had planned on meeting. The whole idea that they would spend the day together sounded good before, but...but what if she missed them? There was nothing else here to do...and she would look silly next to some of the better looking girls...

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she almost ran into one pony, and stopped herself at the last second with a yelp of shock. Her wings flared outwards, and she blushed as she tried to pull them back in, her hands running over the feathers to try and sooth herself.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, um, almost run into you. Are you okay?"

"I'm wonderful, my dear. So very wonderful. And I think that you should be wonderful as well."

"Oh, I'm fine. I was just -"

"Oh, my dear, sweet thing, you aren't fine at all, are you?"

Fluttershy blinked, finally over her surprise enough to look over the stranger, and what a stranger it was. The blue-ish pony was one of those ponies that she had been thinking about, the ones that were so fancy and so much better looking than her. She had a bust that was nearly spilling out of...of...

The yellow pony turned her head to the side, blushing like the sun as she realized that what her new acquaintance was wearing. It was little more than underwear, and incredibly skimpy underwear at that. It stretched over her body like it was painted on, and yet still seemed ready to break apart at the seams if someone so much as looked at it wrong. A bust that was bigger than hers by some measure wobbled and jiggled with each little movement, and Fluttershy had to really work to keep from staring down at it.

"Um, where...where are your clothes?"

She hoped that the other pony had clothes, at least; to come into town like this...She knew that there were some ponies that liked to be nude, like their old, feral ancestors, but at least they kept it somewhere private, somewhere decent.

But yet, the newcomer only laughed. A blue hand rested on hers, pulling her closer. Not too close, though; Fluttershy made sure of that.

"Oh, my dear, there's no need for clothes when you look as good as I do. Or as good as you do, for that matter. Come, why don't you show off a little, too?"

"Oh, I don't do that...I'm too...too shy for that. And besides, I don't have anything worth showing off..."

"But you do. You are great and wonderful."

The words lingered in the back of her head, and she shivered, trying to pull her hand free. Trying.

"You...are you working with Trixie? I'm not...I mean, she's supposed to be a good pony, but she's...a bit of a meanie..."

"Trixie? That little thing isn't worth working with. I am from a better person, a better magic pony. And someone that I think you should meet."

"Oh, I don't know...I mean, I don't want to meet with strangers...and I need to meet with my friends, too, after all."

"Don't worry. You can meet her at any time. Here."

The blue pony somehow managed to pull a small scroll out from between her breasts. Fluttershy couldn't believe that something had hidden there, despite the size of the things, but it was shoved into her hands before she could stop it.

"Just take this. Read it tonight, and it will bring you right to her. I promise, you won't regret it."

"I...I'll think about it."

"Oh, come on. Live a little. You know that you deserve some excitement."

Fluttershy finally managed to drag her hand free, and she pulled away from the stranger as fast as she could. Even with the sound of the hoofbeats following her down the street, she kept her head down, trying to make her blush go away. She didn't want her friends to see her like this, and she definitely didn't want to have them associating her with this...this stranger.

She was halfway down the street, and almost out of earshot, when the parting words of the strange pony hit her.

"After all, someone as beautiful as you deserves some love, too..."

Her blush increased, and she started to wonder if she could just convince the other ponies that she was sunburned when she arrived. She glanced over her shoulder, but the blue pony was nowhere to be seen.

#

Her day out went well, for the most part. After lunch and a nice talk with the rest of her friends - though without the courage to bring up the issue of underwear with Rarity, even when they were alone - she left them behind, knowing that they all had better things to do.

On her way out of town, Fluttershy paused at one of the stores, and looked through the window. It was something of a...risque shop, and not something that she would normally go into, but there was something about some of the models in the windows. They were definitely more exciting than anything she had. Nothing made of cotton, there. It all looked like soft silk, and beautifully lacy.

A few minutes later, she was walking down the sidewalk again, this time with a bag at her side and her face burning even hotter than it had been that morning. She couldn't believe that she'd made a purchase, there of all places, and with other ponies around. What would they be thinking? What would they say to their friends, knowing that...that she had been in there?

At the same time, she couldn't avoid looking down at the box in the bag. The picture of the skimpy, nearly non-existent bra and panties that she'd bought just looked so...enticing, and she wondered how it would feel when she got home.

#

I can't believe I'm wearing this, Fluttershy thought as she looked in the mirror. She slowly raised her hands upwards, dragging them along the waistband of her new, incredibly skimpy panties, all the way up towards her chest. The way that her hands slide inwards over the sides of her stomach before flaring out at her breasts always gave her a little thrill, and it only felt better doing it in front of a mirror.

The black silk that formed the body of the underwear seemed to be completely stretchable, unlike the stuff that she had been wearing earlier. The stronger parts went over her shoulders and under her arms, while the cups around her breasts...well, they weren't exactly cups, were they? She felt them pushing into her breasts, the coin-sized 'cups' barely enough to cover her nipples. And when she made her breasts bounce by lifting and releasing them -

She gasped, feeling the silk squeezing her, the three lines going out from the nipple-covering parts making it feel like someone was groping her. She knew that it was naughty, but she couldn't help but feel a little bit excited from it.

Running her hands down again, feeling the silk around her hips, she turned to get a good look. It wasn't even a pair of panties, really. They were...they were more like the things that that stranger had been wearing. Almost invisible from behind, sliding a black line between her butt cheeks, and from the front, looking like it cupped her sex in a way that made it impossible to miss. She blushed even worse as she realized she was getting wet.

"I...I better take it off...get ready for -"

Before she could finish her sentence, something out the window caught her eyes. Fluttershy flicked her wings as she darted to the window, nervously looking around in the dark. Was it one of the monsters from the forest? Was it something that had tried following her home? Was it a mob that was waiting to condemn her for buying naughty underwear?

None of the above, but only that strange pony from before. She stood at the edge of the forest, and she was...glowing, somehow. Fluttershy blinked, convinced that it was some sort of magic trick. The only unicorns she knew that could perform something like that were Twilight and Trixie, and Twilight wouldn't pull a trick like this.

Though she was a little nervous, she knew that her friends would need to know if Trixie were up to her old tricks again. So, Fluttershy grabbed a robe from the wall and quickly slipped out of her house, following in the path of the strange, glowing pony.

No sooner did she get close than the note she'd been given earlier - something she'd entirely forgotten about - started glowing. She bit off a yelp, and slowly picked it up, holding it in front of her. As she turned it from side to side, the glow seemed to solidify into runes, and as she pointed it in the direction of the glowing pony, they seemed to get their brightest.

Well...at least I have a way of knowing where she is.

Fluttershy followed behind, at a safe distance, as she was led into the forest. It was dark and scary, but she kept tracking the stranger. There was no point in turning back no, no way that she could run off. This was too strange.

She wasn't sure how long she walked. Perhaps an hour, perhaps a little bit less. Regardless, she soon stumbled across a cottage that she had never seen. It wasn't like the one Zecora lived in, either, so she doubted that it was the zebra's safe place. The yellow pony paused at the edge of the clearing the cottage occupied, wondering if this was enough. Maybe it was time -

"Oh, so you came!"

"AHHH!"

Fluttershy's scream sent the nearby creatures running for the hills, and she nearly burst through the trees in a desperate flight for freedom. The only thing that stopped her was a hard grip on her tail, and a familiar 'hush, hush' from below.

"Don't worry. Don't worry. It's me, from earlier."

Slowing the frantic beat of her wings, Fluttershy slowly turned her head around. Even the sight of the blue pony from earlier - still glowing - barely settled her. She came back down to her hooves, but she was shaking like a leaf, and continued trembling even as the pony pulled her into a hug.

"There, there. It's alright. My friend's right in the cottage, waiting to see you. It'll be fine, I promise."

"B-b-b-but who...why..."

"Don't worry. It'll all be explained. Just head on in."

Not wanting to start another confrontation, Fluttershy agreed. The strangely glowing creature followed her to the door, and then disappeared. There was nothing left, only a slight glow that slipped further into the hut ahead of her.

She didn't know what to think as she stepped inside. The whole place seemed to be made up of a single room. The walls were lined with books on one side, and vials and pots of things on another. A small bed was shoved up against a wall, and in the center of the room, a cauldron bubbled and boiled away on a flame that was most definitely not natural. At the very least, Fluttershy had never seen a purple flame before.

Nor had she seen a purple pony. The owner of the hut, she'd guess, whipped around from the cauldron to her, and immediately Fluttershy's blush was back. She wore a cloak, yes, but her breasts were bound up in even less than the blue pony's had been, and down below, there...there wasn't anything. No clothes, no nothing to hide the slit between the pony's legs. Fluttershy gasped, hiding her eyes and looking away.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to -"

"Oh, don't worry, dearie. Crevara has had many look at her."

The mare chuckled to herself, stepping closer. Fluttershy still didn't open her eyes, even when the witch - as she guessed this Crevara was - came close and started trying to take her hand. She whimpered, shaking as she kept her hands over her eyes.

Then she yelped as one of the witch's hands went further down, pulling at her robe. Immediately, she dropped her hands and covered herself, pulling her robe tight around her body, and the witch laughed.

"Oh come now, don't be so stingy. You know that you have something to flaunt, dearie. But..."

Fluttershy stepped back, but it was no use. The witch was moving too much, keeping her penned in. The door slowly floated closed behind her, and as it was swallowed in a purple glow, she realized that she was stuck. There would be no leaving until the witch was satisfied.

"I have been watching you, dearie, and I know exactly what you want. Exactly what you need."

"I-I don't need anything. I'm just -"

"Oh, Fluttershy, don't be silly. You and I both know what you want. What you deserve."

The witch waved her hand, and the smoke above her cauldron suddenly twisted, taking on different shapes with each passing second. Ponies familiar and strange to her walked through the strands of smoke, each one with someone that mattered dearly to them, each one with someone that cared about them.

Fluttershy looked away, but the images kept coming. Exceptional ponies, well endowed ponies, successful ponies. Each one seemed almost defined by the person that they walked with, and it went both ways. She shivered, a small tear building up in the corner of her eye.

Then it stopped, and Crevara gently pulled her close.

"You need that love. And you know that you deserve it. All that you do, all that work for all the animals. All the support and kindness you give your friends. It's like you do all the work, and they get all the rewards, isn't it?"

"...yes."

"Well, dearie, Crevara can give you what you want. A body that will make anyone stop and stare. A body that will earn all the love that you need and deserve."

She shivered at the thought, her position in the witch's arms making it easy to look down into her own robe. Her chest, hardly modest, but hardly exceptional, looked back. She knew her hips were barely big enough to not be called a foal's. Everything about her was just....not-enough, not-quite, almost-there. Maybe, with this bit of help, she might finally...finally have the body and the looks and the love that she needed.

Slowly, she looked up.

"What...what might it cost?"

"Oh, nothing horrible. I don't make my customers go broke for my work."

Crevara chuckled.

"All you have to do is come here and make me 'happy' whenever I ask."

"Make you -"

"It will be easy, I promise. Just come when you're called, and I'll give you a perfect body, one that nobody else can ever rival."

It was a tempting offer, and the more that Fluttershy looked at herself, the better it sounded. She wanted to be the person that people envied, not the one looking up to them. She wanted the body that would give her the love that she wanted, not the person always trying to find something extra to make up for what she didn't have. And at a price like this...well, it was a bargain.

She nodded, and Crevara smiled.

"Splendid, dearie, splendid. Now, just...stand over there, and we'll get this started."

"Should I -"

"Don't worry about your robe or anything else. We'll deal with that as the spell goes on."

Nodding, she followed the orders, walking over to the other side of the cauldron. The heady fumes of smoke and different ingredients left her a little bit dizzy, but she didn't let that bother her. The shy little pony wasn't going to back down now; she'd never get another chance.

She watched as the bottomless purple pony started gathering all sorts of stuff from the shelves, holding them in a huge cluster in her arms - and between her breasts, Fluttershy was embarrassed to note - as she walked back. She thought that the ingredients would be added one by one, but Crevara just dropped them all in at once, suddenly flooding the room with a massive burst of smoke and steam. Coughing, Fluttershy almost jumped back, but she stopped herself at the last second.

"Good...good...Just hold still, and you'll feel it in a second."

Feel what? All she felt was a little bit dizzy, and a whole lot scared. The whole thing was different, worrying. What if this didn't work? What if she got a body that the witch liked but no one else did? What if -

The smoke around her started changing color, going golden in a way. It spread around her, surrounding her in the strange golden light, and as the darkness went away, she felt...surprisingly calm. She smiled, even, looking at the light, and running her hands through the smoke.

As she idly made little patterns in it, she heard something rustling, and all of a sudden, all of her fears came back. She bit back a yelp as something started sliding up her legs, and hiked up her robes to look down.

It was like a ghostly tendril, something like a vine but without so much substance, and - of course - purple. It rubbed at her leg like a gentle hand, going from her hoof up to her knee, and then further still.

It wasn't the only one, either, as more came out of the smoke around her. They settled along her arms, and then along the edges of her robe, gently pulling on it and tugging it to the side. She let them, feeling the soft cloth sliding off of her, and barely able to hold her arms open as the underwear she had been wearing was revealed.

"I'm...I didn't know you...I just was trying -"

"Don't worry, my dear. This will be...taken care of."

As the robe flopped down on the floor around her hooves, some of the tendrils pulled it away. Others wrapped around her breasts, pushing down on the bouncy globes and making them squish against her chest. She bit her lip to keep back a soft moan at the feeling, but it was far from the only one.

Every tendril was rubbing along her, pressing against her butt, against her hips, against her stomach. Some rubbed up between her legs, stroking her thighs and teasing her barely-covered sex in the process. Fluttershy gasped and whimpered, her cheeks burning at the way that her body was being stroked and teased and touched all over. Even with the golden light and smoke around her, making her invisible - more or less - to anyone, it felt like she was being molested and groped by people, and it was more than a little embarrassing.

Suddenly, a tingle filled her chest, and she gasped for a whole different reason as she looked down. The already-tight silk underwear she had on stretched further, the black support straps suddenly getting thinner as they were pulled on. Her breasts...her breasts were growing.

Her hands came up, gently squeezing them, and she knew that she wasn't imagining things. Her hands didn't cover nearly the area that they used to, and as she rubbed around the tendrils, she felt her pleasure rising faster.

"My...oooh...my breasts..."

"You mean your boobs, dearie."

"Ah....that's...that's not a...a nice word..."

"Oh, but it's the right word. Breasts are for those tiny things other people have. You will have such big, magnificent boobs, and you know it."

Fluttershy bit off another gasp as she felt her breasts expand, pushing further and further against her brand new bra. They were barely contained as it was, and that coin-sized cup at the edge of it didn't quite cover her nipple anymore. The pony's knees shook as she nearly fell over, grasping for something, anything to distract her.

Another tendril lifted higher, and as it caressed her cheek, it felt like a lover's hand. She let out a soft moan, and suddenly, it was inside of her. She yelped - but quietly - as it slipped over her tongue, swelling until her jaw was locked open, and slowly...leaking something? She didn't know what, but it oozed down her tongue, and then down her throat. At least it tasted good.

Her breasts continued to grow, but with that slow flow down her throat, it wasn't so scary anymore. Even as her bra got tighter, and tighter. The tendrils wrapped around her chest like ropes, each one spiraling around her breast, squeezing it, teasing it, flattening it as much as they could with their bigger size. It got tighter, and tighter, but even the slight ache as the bra dug into her skin was faint and far away.

Her butt and her hips were growing at the same rate, and as she relaxed, her hands resting on her hips, she could feel them getting pushed up, further and further. It was like she was letting them rest and float on the water in a bathtub, and raise up with the rising water. Her butt felt like it was swallowing up more and more of her underwear, and the front almost seemed to be sliding into her sex, revealing her pussy lips rather than hiding them.

Suddenly, with a great snap, the growth reached a point where it could no longer be contained. Her breasts and her hips broke the underwear, sending the pieces flying across the room...well, save for the bit lodged between her legs. She blushed, but even that was faint, her attention lax and distant.

The tendrils slowly pulled away, and she got a better look at herself. It was like...like she was looking at a perfect model of herself. Her hips had flared out to a size more similar to a breeding mare, with all the experience and maturity it implied, and her breasts were...big. They were far more than a handful, and she had no idea if she would ever find someone with big enough hands to play with them properly...but there would hardly be a shortage of people to try.

She wobbled on her feet, shaking her head before freezing. Her cutie mark...The butterflies were changing, melding together and forming a different design. They pulled together, swirling around until it looked...until it looked like the strange, primitive designs on the witch's robe and on her books.

Crevara grabbed her gently as she almost fell, stroking her cheek.

"Don't worry, it will pass. Now sleep...sleep, and wait for my call."

#

Fluttershy woke up to the sun, and to her breasts nearly smothering her in her sleep.

Even after shoving them back down and sitting up, the yellow pony could hardly believe what she was seeing. The sight of herself, womanly and curvy, was beyond anything that she might have imagined possible. Her breasts had to have grown by a handful of cup sizes, at least, and her hips...There was no way that any normal underwear shop would handle her curves. She would need to get them custom made...

The idea left her cheeks burning, but at the same time, she felt a strange heat at it. Familiar, but strange. She slowly, unconsciously ran her hands down her body, revelling in the way that she swerved and curved far more than she used to. The smooth ride was definitely bumpier and rounder than it used to be, and that only turned her on more.

By the time her fingers reached between her legs, she was not surprised to find a small puddle waiting for her. The shy pony continued to blush, but she also shamelessly started to slide a finger into her.

"I'm so...so much bigger..."

She lifted one hand to her chest, squeezing at herself. What she used to be able to handle with one hand per side now would require almost two, and she blushed as she pawed at her breasts.

"No...my...my boobs..."

Even saying it made her blush, but it got her wetter at the same time.

She had barely started, however, when she felt...something. A calling. She turned her head, and saw the glowing note again. It was floating through the air towards her, and she felt a compulsion to reach out and take it. A flash of light appeared, and suddenly, she was gone.

#

"Hello, dearie."

The sound of the witch's voice brought her out of her reverie very quickly, but not in a bad way. Fluttershy blushed as she realized she was standing nude and wet in front of the robed Crevara, and she tried to find something to say. But...what did one say when they were summoned to make someone 'happy'?

Chuckling, the purple mare stood up, her robe slipping away. This time, she was completely naked, and Fluttershy guessed that they were about equal in terms of chest endowments. Their brea-no, their boobs were about the same size. She blushed again at the words, but it came easier this time.

"I...how will I..."

"Don't worry, dearie."

Crevara snapped her fingers, and suddenly, a bunch of the tendrils from the day before reached down. Fluttershy felt her arms yanked over her head, and several others pulled her legs apart, letting her juices drip down from her sex to the floor. The soft drip-drop of it over her clit and down her legs continued as well, and she shivered.

The witch walked over, her hands drawing in magic for another spell. It exploded with purple light between her dark thighs, and slowly...

"O-oh, my..."

Fluttershy stared as her own sex got wetter and wetter, unable to look away from the growing shaft between the witch's thighs. It was sliding down, further and further down as it got longer and longer. It was vaguely equine, but without some of the harsher features. It was definitely of the right size, though, and it started to rise as the witch got closer and closer to her.

A purple hand rested on her bare breast, and she groaned as Crevara squeezed it.

"Mmmm, doesn't it feel better now, dearie? A big pair of boobs, a perfect pair of fun fleshbags. Nothing wrong with them. Nothing to call 'breasts'. Say it with me, now. 'I love my boobs.'"

"I...I love my b-boobs..."

"Say it again."

"I love my boobs..."

"Again."

"I love my boobs!"

The last was accompanied by a soft whimper as the witch grabbed her by the nipple and gave it a gentle twist. Not a painful one, but ooooh, it felt so good to the yellow pony. She whimpered, throwing her head back and pushing her chest forward.

"It's always good to admit the truth, isn't it, dearie? You have a lovely pair of boobs, so big and bouncy and attention-grabbing. And so...very...sensitive."

As the witch bit her - gently, but firmly - Fluttershy swore that she nearly went over the edge. Her drenched sex dribbled onto the floor, even as the witch's hands slid further and further down. Her cheeks burned hot, but she didn't really mind anymore. She didn't know why; shouldn't she be ashamed of this?

Well, she could still be surprised, as she yelped when the witch grabbed her ass. She nearly swing off balance, and was only saved by the tendrils around her wrists. Crevara groped and squeezed her plush, round, jiggling rump, and she felt each and every jiggle going on back there, every single reminder of how much bigger, rounder, and simply bouncier it was. The witch's fingers squeezed hard enough to leave indentations in her yellow butt, and her tail went up high to give the witch plenty of room to work.

"And not just a pair of big boobs, but a whole lot more packed back here, it seems. Just like you wanted, right, dearie?"

"I...I don't know...I never thought -"

"Heh, most of those girls don't think about their rumps. But you got a fine butt, a classic booty, don't you?"

"Is...is that the word?"

"It is. It is a good word for what you got back there."

"I...I have a good booty..."

"No, you have a fantastic butt. The best booty."

Crevara squeezed it, and Fluttershy shivered at the way that her butt - no, booty - spread further and further apart, exposing her hole before clapping shut again. The feeling of them slapping off of each other only emphasized that feeling of how big it was, and she was so very aware of the weight pulling down behind her.

The witch spanked her, and she yelped, thrusting her hips forward. The motion, however, was enough to impale her on the head of the cock the witch was sporting, and she gasped.

"Oooooh...."

"Oooh, indeed, my big boobed, booty-shaking dearie..."

The words were rammed as deep in her mind as that cock was rammed into her pussy. The pony was rocked just about off of her hooves in the first thrust, the sudden thrust so hard, so deep. She gasped, her tongue hanging out slightly as she stared up towards the heavens. It was so, so much better than her fingers had ever been.

Something changed then. As that cock slid back, maybe something broke, or maybe something clicked. Either way, Fluttershy started pushing back, bucking her hips towards that shaft as much as the tendrils holding her back would let her. It felt so good, and she need -

"AH!"

She screamed as it went back into her, Crevara's hands settling on her chest again. Groping, squeezing, pinching, nudging, always making her conscious of her boobs. Fluttershy gasped and bucked back and forth, her eyes rolling back in her head.

But she couldn't get all that she wanted. That magnificent shaft, that warm body against her. It only came when Crevara decided that she had earned it, and the pony whimpered, her hole clenching down and squeezing on that ephemeral cock whenever it slipped inside of her. She bucked and thrusted her hips so much that she could feel her booty bouncing, jiggling, its own weight and curves pulled around by the violent buckings.

Every single thrust went deep and hard, ramming her an inch off of the ground every time. She swore that she could feel that cock in her stomach, almost up to her throat. It was impossible, of course, but it was so big that it felt like it should have been reaching that far. The pony whimpered, gasping for breath as she struggled to keep her head straight.

It was impossible, of course. Everything felt too good, too wonderful. And Crevara never let up, not in her thrusts, and not in her words.

"You always needed this. So shy, so hidden away. So desperately afraid. But now, you know what you need. You know what you deserve. You'll never want to stay away. And you'll keep a lonely woman company, so happily, for this."

"Yes! Yes! Please, give me more!"

"Heh, can't think of anything else, my booby loving girl?"

Fluttershy moaned, unable to think of anything else. She threw herself from side to side, trying to wriggle free of the tendrils, trying to do something to let her ride that cock, to let her push herself more against the witch, to take her close and show her appreciation for everything.

But nothing worked. All she could do was ride it out, and she could feel the end coming quickly. Her thighs were drenched with her juices, and her eyes were rolling back with every thrust. That coil of pleasure was getting tighter and tighter, and before long -

"Ooooooooooh!"

Her 'scream' of climax was more of a happy, louder moan, as even then she didn't completely lose that shyness. She clamped down hard, and it felt like...maybe...something was sliding out of that spectral shaft, but she couldn't be sure. It might not; it was magic, after all.

It disappeared, and she slumped down, barely supported by the tendrils. A purple hand under her chin lifted her up, and she panted as she stared at the witch before her.

"Don't worry...you won't need the summoning magic anymore...Will you?"

"No...I want this..."

"Such a good girl. Dearie, I think you deserve a reward."

And with that, the witch snapped her fingers, stepping back in the process. A bubble of light suddenly surrounded her, about four feet away at the furthest, and leaving her standing what felt like a little ball.

Fluttershy was at a loss until inside of the bubble erupted with more of the tendrils all around her. They grabbed at her, pulling her legs apart, holding her wide open as dozens more reached for her most intimate spots, rubbing all over her body like groping hands.

"Ahhh! Oooh, my boobs....my booty...my - mmmph!"

She was cut off by a new one sliding into her mouth, and her eyes were covered by another. She couldn't see, and soon couldn't hear as they covered her ears as well. All she could do was squirm, throwing her body from one side to another. Even that stimulated her more, dragging the rougher sides of the tendrils against her sensitive body, particularly down below. She felt them rasping gently over her sex, over her nipples, over her hips.

Then one slid inside of her, and she couldn't think of anything else. The hard-pumping tendrils filled her to the brim, two - and then three - filling her sex at once. Her eyes went wide under her blindfold, and her body went into pleasure shock, cumming in rapid succession as she was ravaged from all sides.

The only break came some time in, when the witch leaned down and pulled a tendril from her ear. In a soft, quiet voice, Crevara told her something.

"Such a lovely body deserves a new wardrobe. I don't think you'll complain about dressing like me, will you?"

Fluttershy was so deep in the pleasure she would have agreed to anything, and she nodded.

"Splendid, dearie. Enjoy your treat. I'll let you out in a few hours."

Time didn't mean anything to her. At that point, only pleasure did, particularly as the tendrils cut off her sense of hearing once more. She would definitely be back. There was no way that she could go without this in the future.

The End