This is Fluttershy
She is most likely the most well loved of all the My Little Ponies. She embodies the transcendent element of Kindness. Her "job" is to care for all animals, with whom she has special gifts of communication and authority. She is a Pegasus who is afraid of heights. She is shy until she's around animals. She has a deeply buried temper and, like all the ponies, she has had moments when she has lost her sanity in amusing ways.
In porn, her prettiness and innocence seem to inspire aggressive sexual reinterpretations of her in clop. She is frequently shown having sex with the one of the very few male ponies on the show, and is also coupled in a lesbian relationship with Rainbow Dash, one of the tomboy ponies. Also, she's often interpreted as having very large breasts, and such incarnations are called "Hootershy".
An author using the name Mediarahan interpreted Fluttershy quite differently, and, I feel, in a way that sheds a light on MLP sexuality.
In her story, Fluttershy is suffering from depression, anxiety, and perhaps body dismorphia. She is hiding in a closet masturbating, trying to keep her inner demons at bay until she can cum. When I read it, I hadn't thought of Fluttershy as a character suffering through the same kinds of psychological problems as a contemporary young woman, but then again, why shouldn't she? Fluttershy represents that female figure that is too shy to stand up for herself at times, and struggles with self-doubt. It's completely logical that her sexuality should be as angst ridden. I didn't find the story arousing, but it was interesting. It seemed the purpose was to be a catharsis for the author rather than sexual relief. Or, perhaps, sexual relief accompanied the catharsis. And why shouldn't it? Why should we assume that an orgasm must stand alone and not be tied psychologically into many elements---and many of those elements needn't be intrinsically sexual?
The first time I saw this video, I couldn't stop laughing. The post I saw had a caption which was something to the effect of, This extremely intelligent dolphin is skullfucking a decapitated fish. I watched it several times and couldn't figure out why I found it so funny.
I was telling Lord Ristretto about the video tonight, showed it to him (he hadn't seen it), and laughed again. This time I slowed my thinking down and figured out, I think, what is so funny.
It's the fact that it's a dolphin. Several countries in the world have declared dolphins as "non-human persons" and therefore cannot be exploited in waterparks as entertainment. I agree with such a categorization and applaud the decision.
What this shows is that intelligence has nothing to do with sexual choices, and all to do with sexual methods (the dolphin figured out the decapitated fish body would fit its cock and help it cum).
Other posts of this video on youtube had warnings on it about the necrophiliac behavior of dolphins, even warning parents when taking their children to zoos. They're missing an obvious point to the fish fucking dolphin:
It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that the fish has no head, that's dead, that the dolphin is intelligent, that the dolphin (a creature very cognizant of being observed) was whacking off in front of an audience of people. When it comes to sex, to the need to get off, in nature nothing matters but the orgasm.
And the fact that the dolphin is highly intelligent is what I found so hilarious. If a dog was doing this, it would be dismissed as the actions of a dumb animal. But for a dolphin to do it, in my opinion, shows up the absurdity of sexual taboos. If we learn nothing else from dolphins, we should learn to look at sex and masturbation in fresher, less fearful ways.
I devised a game for this session. In this game, Dave would tie up his balls using string. I would have control over whether or not the strings tightened. His part would be to masturbate and attempt to cum. It was a race: if he could cum before I had him tighten the strings enough to castrate himself.
He wasn't keen on this game. I had to threaten him with public exposure, and he finally relented. I imagine his protests were only designed to make me threaten him, thereby arousing him.
We began and I asked him a series of questions, in order to distract him from masturbating. I asked him if he had been raped or had raped anyone. He answered no, but admitted to having rape fantasies in which his "girlfriend" dresses him in women's clothes and "Tying me down and a guy fucking me while I'm gagged and cuffed....It's hard to stay hard during this topic. Can we change it?"
I absolutely would not change it. I drew parallel's between his mother and his "girlfriend": "That's the kind of thing your mother would do: abandon you when you needed her, stand by and watch you get hurt....Do you fantasize about your mother watching you in sexual situations?"
He questioned if I was really trying to castrate him. I was only playing the game, I answered. Then added:
"In the rape scenario with your girlfriend, if your girlfriend mirrors your mother, is the raping male figure your father? Is this how you're able to feel closeness with your father---being joined through the violence inflicted by your mother?"
He begged me to change the subject and said again he was having a hard time staying hard. He asked if he could have a toy: a buttplug, small but still significant. Testing him further, I had him use Deep Heat as lube on the buttplug. He attempted to fight me on it, but gave in quickly. The exchange following is astounding:
"It's in...It's hot already...It's hurting...Please. Let me take it out?"
"You can use your safe words if you need to. Suffer the penalties of course."
And then, a long delay before his response:
"I came. So hard. I've not cum that hard in a long time. It was intense as hell."
The fear of castration, the incestuous, violent images of his mother, fantasies of forced feminization and rape, and severe rectal burning all contributed to his orgasm. One, he observes himself, which is the most intense he's had in a while.
I'm afraid that Dave cannot divorce pain, humiliation and sex. I believe this has roots in his childhood, something traumatic that happened with his mother, perhaps also abuse by his beloved father. This need for pain and suffering very likely could branch out---where hurting himself for sexual pleasure will lose it's potency and he must hurt others. Most likely little boys, replaying a scenario of violence he himself suffered in his childhood.
We began our conversation with Dave applying a clothes pin to one of his nipples and Deep Heat to the other. We came up with the following agreement. If the pain became too much, he could use his safe phrase (I said it should be "Mommy please", in order to create deeper levels of humiliation should he need to stop). But if he ever use his phrase, he would have to do the following:
Our conversation consisted of questions, and he discussed his first sexual experience, admitting that with this girl he eventually let her fuck him with a strap on. He went on to say that if I had a strap on he'd come over and pay me to allow him to suck it.
This led to him admitting that he would pay for my bodily fluids. I had him apply Deep Heat to his inner arms, at the elbows. He was stroking simultaneously and I had him twist the clothes pin on his nipple. So occupied, he couldn't respond to me. I asked him a series of questions and provided answers:
Question: Dave, why do you want to ingest bodily fluids, as well as my boyfriend's cum?
Answer: Because I can only feel happy being humiliated because my mother humiliated me and it's the only way I know how to be loved.
Question: Dave, why do you have sex with women when all of your sexual excitement comes from being degraded by them---not from their bodies.
Answer: Because I'm afraid people will hate me if they know the truth. So I do what everyone else does.
At this point he asked permission to cum, demonstrating that all of my question/answer observations were accurate: he found sexual comfort in humiliation.
I've been extraordinarily open minded about sex ever since my first year in college, when I learned women could have orgasms. (I was a late bloomer in high school.) Nothing shocks me. All of it interests me. I can never get enough of it.
All of the pics in my blog are stolen/borrowed from other websites. I consider myself not really a thief, but a pirate. Arrrrrrr!!!
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