The Morning After

by FriendlyTwo3

Rating: teen
Tags: Sex, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Comedy, Fluttershy
Length: 4890

You're used to waking up next to strangers, but what happens when you wake up in the bed of the most unlikely of said women? Humanized

One morning, you find yourself with a horrible headache. As you look over to the woman next to you, expecting it to be someone you've never met before, as was what you're used to, you realize that this is someone you'd never expect. Who do you find?
2nd person humanized. There'll be no love triangles, cheating, or anything like that. That stuff is unnecessary and uncomfortable. Just a simple relationship that happened to have started in an... odd way. Picture by the very talented John Joseco.
Sorry for anyone who read this description before I changed it and gave it all away. I thought it was obvious and that it was entertaining seeing how it all panned out.
Sorry!
P.S. In the story, __ means a character is saying your name. It's a little trick I picked up from a friend.
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EDIT: Changed the rating to teen. I figured a sex scene would kinda kill the mood the story's going in. So, if anyone favorite this for that, sorry!

Published 2013-07-24 05:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-12 05:14:24 UTC

Prologue

The Morning After

Prologue

A small moan escapes your lips. A cool breeze makes you shiver a bit and you pull the covers up to your shoulders. Though this action is met with a bit of resistance. Your eyes open and you look over to see that you have a visitor in your bed. In fact, it’s not even your bed. The covers are a hot magenta and there are heart pillows here and there. As you examine your partner, you see that this is none other than Berry Punch, whom you met last night at the bar. ‘Great,’ you think, ‘another morning next to another woman.’ You slowly lift up the covers and examine the damages. There was a long, sticky piece of rubber wrapped sloppily around your flaccid penis. ‘Okay good. At least I’m still a somewhat smart drunk.’ You try your very hardest to remember the events from last night. You had a rough day at work, went to the bar, had a few drinks, met Berry Punch, had a few more drinks with her… And you couldn’t remember anything past that.

As you hope she wouldn’t remember any events from last night either, you notice a large empty wine bottle. ‘Okay, she was drunk too. Just gotta e-e-e-ease out…’ You ever so slowly worm your way out from under the covers. Your feet plant firmly on the carpet. Luckily, your clothes are just next to the bed. At least it’s not like last time when your clothes were draped over all of the curtains for some reason. You quickly throw your shirt, boxers, and jeans on. Lastly, you throw on your trademark black jacket. You never go anywhere without the jacket. With a quick slip-on of your shoes, you’re out the door. Sometimes you felt bad about leaving the poor women, but you had places to be, things to do, and today was no exception. You had a ‘date’ with your best friend at the mall today.

Her name was Fluttershy. She had been your best friend since tenth grade. And as much as you’d hate to admit it, you’ve always had this underlying thing for her. There was no sense denying it. Even her friend Rainbow Dash saw right through you. Oh, you sure remember that day.

One month ago…

“HEY EVERYBODY!! ___ HAS A CRUSH ON FLUTTERSHY!!!!”

Present…

You shudder at the thought of it. You nearly had to tackle the annoying little… But that was in the past. Along with Fluttershy you’re pretty good friends with her other friends. Twilight Sparkle had helped you out with schoolwork, you had helped Applejack out on the farm a dozen times, Pinkie Pie… well, she’s friends with everybody, Rarity was actually the one who gave you your favorite jacket, and… well, Rainbow Dash had always been your… frenemy, for lack of a better term. You have a good friendship with her, but most of the time, you’re a bit much for each other to handle. It was a sort of Sonic/Knuckles relationship.

The mall is finally in sight. It’s a short walk to the mall from your house, so you couldn’t complain. Every time you had woken up next to a woman resulted in the rest of the day becoming uncomfortable. Oddly enough, even during these kinds of days, Fluttershy always seems to make you forget about it. The two of you had met in tenth grade when you transferred to her school. Due to work reasons, your parents had to move here. They’ve long since moved back to the big city. The city was never really the place for you, and still isn’t. Ponyville (though its odd name sometimes confuses you) was the perfect place. It was quiet, though busy enough for it not to be a ghost town. It was humble, but it had enough entertainment to get by. Most specifically, the bar on the edge of town.

The automatic door opens and you step into the large building, loving every bit of the air conditioning. It has to be at least 80 something degrees out. Most would (and do) call it stupid to wear a black jacket in the summer, but who cares? It’s your jacket. Screw them. Nevertheless, sometimes you berate yourself for wearing the jacket. Oh well. You’ve got it on and you’re already here! Sucks to be you.

Thinking back to your plans, you remember Fluttershy telling (more like asking) you to meet her in the pizza place to have lunch. After that, you were going to see a movie. Your eyes widen to incredible lengths. You’re supposed to meet her at 12:30! As you look at your watch, you hold your breath. The time is…!
12:31.
Whew!

The universe couldn’t be more forgiving. At least… not in this particular situation. With the restaurant in your sight, you stroll toward it, admiring how perfect this all was. As you enter the restaurant, you immediately notice your friend towards the middle of the place. She looks up and smiles at you and you return the gaze. She stands up as you walk toward her.

“Hey, Shy,” you say with an ever present smile.

“Hi, __. How are you?” Sometimes you chuckled at her nervous formality. Though you’d been friends for years, she’s still all jittery around you. It’s cute in a way.

“I’m fine. You?”

“Oh, I’m perfect! This day’s been so nice so far! I’ll tell you about after we order… I-I mean, if you want me to…” You chuckle and pat her shoulder. She smiles as her shoulders rise to her cheeks. It’s interesting that you simply have to pat her shoulder to tell her ‘It’s fine.’

“So… What did you want? I’ll treat,” she says, digging for her wallet.

“You sure?”

“Yeah… I mean… I have some extra money… a-and you already offered to pay for the movie…” In fact, you did offer yesterday, much to her confusion. Usually when the two of you do something, you split the money equally. It wasn’t often that only one of you paid.

“Well…” you think about her offer, “… alright…” One of your most loathed things to do was impose. In any way, you hated asking for favors. Hell, if Twilight wasn’t so assertive in high school about offering her help with studies, you wouldn’t even remember her name. Oddly enough, when you agree to let Fluttershy pay, her mood brightens a little.

“Um… So… What kind of pizza do you want?” she asks, looking at the menu. Examining its contents, you decide on a simple pepperoni slice. She asks you if you want a drink, but you politely say no. She smiles at you one last time and walks up to the counter. You certainly notice her higher level of confidence. When you first went somewhere with her, she would’ve loved nothing more than to simply give you the money and have you order, lest she have to talk with the cashier. Through the years, she’d been more welcoming to the idea of talking to strangers if the situation so called. She gives the man the money and puts her hands down on the counter as the man goes into the back. You turn around head toward the silver counter. Off of this, you grab two napkins. You move to the table she was sitting at and laid down the napkins, such was your ‘duty.’ Others would often chuckle at you and Fluttershy’s little set of ‘restaurant rules.’ While one person paid, the other would get napkins and such and get the table prepared.

After about a minute and a half of waiting, the man reemerges from the back room with two slices of pizza. Fluttershy smiles and thanks him. She turns and walks toward you, carrying the two slices. She sets one down in front of you and one on the other side of the table. She sits down and sighs. Thanking her, you pick up your slice and take a bite. She copies your action.

You couldn’t avert your eyes from her as she nibbled on her cheese slice. She looked so… pristine. So calm. Like she didn’t have a worry in the world. Like nothing could possibly hurt her. Though you had a thing for her and you knew it, as hard as you tried (not that you ever did), you couldn’t come up with one dirty thought about her. She was the pinnacle of innocence, as if she were still a newborn baby, though twenty years old. You were a year older than she was, but you looked as if you were five years older, from height alone. She only came up to about your neck. Of course, you weren’t the shortest man around either. At age fourteen, people could easily mistake you for eighteen. What with your oddly matured voice and height. You even towered over your older sister. She was six years older than you, but one would easily think it was the other way around. When you were ten, you were already eye-level.

Realizing you’ve been staring at Fluttershy and eating your slice at the same time, slowly, you turn away. Thank god she didn’t see you. You were staring at her like a complete psycho, eating your pizza ever so slowly, as if you were trying to seduce her in the strangest of ways possible. Your cheeks grow slightly warmer as you stare at the paper plate and nibble at the pizza.

“Um…” Fluttershy starts. You look up at her, careful not to stare again. “So… Why did you bring your jacket? Not that there’s anything wrong with that… but… isn’t it a little hot?” You gulp down your bite and smile.

“You know me, Shy. I always wear the jacket.” This elicits a quiet giggle from her.

“I know, but… You have to take it off sometime… right?”

“Nope,” you say with an odd impersonation of Applejack’s brother. His vocabulary was limited to ‘Eeyup’ and ‘Nope.’ “So,” you say, changing the subject, “You said you’re havin’ a good day?” you ask, referencing her earlier statement. Fluttershy immediately lights up like a firework.

“Oh, yeah! It started when I had this really good dream where I was a superhero. I don’t usually like the thought of danger, but the dream was just so nice! Then, this morning, I was cleaning my living room, and then my back started to hurt. Then, a few of my pets helped me clean up! I mean… It’s not like they NEVER help, but it was still so nice! Then after that, I was going through an old photo album, and I saw a picture of all of us taking a picture together at that water park. It made my day even more to remember that weekend…” She seems to be lost in thought as she talks about the water park.

Three years ago…

Your back is straight as a board as you ride the bus back to school. Fluttershy is sitting next to you, her back also completely flat and as far away from the seat as possible. Even wearing your shirt hurt from all the sunburns you got. You, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Twilight, Rarity, and even Applejack got INSANE sunburns from falling asleep on the beach. You seven had all ventured off on your own away from most of the senior class. For your senior trip, you had all gone to the beach, and BOY did you regret it. There was a water park right next to the beach, which you all spent most of your time at. The picture Dash took of you all was taken right after your… nap. She said that she HAD to get a picture of it.
The seven of you had to sit in awkward positions on the bus. You all exchange glances at each other with large frowns. Pinkie’s face starts to scrunch up, and soon she looks as if she’s holding in a smile. Rainbow Dash copies this, and soon all seven of you are bursting out in a fit of loud laughter. Oddly enough, Rarity, who would’ve been to the point of tears for falling asleep and getting her perfectly tanned and flawless body sunburned, was busting a gut. Even Fluttershy, who would’ve been embarrassed out of her mind, was laughing to the point of crying. After your gout of laughter, you all held your stomachs, as the sunburn hurt more from the jerks of your guts. This simply makes you laugh harder. Though you couldn’t sleep well for the next week, you still loved that trip.

Present…

A quiet chuckle escapes your lips as you remember that weekend. Fluttershy sees this and chuckles as well. A loud crunch enters your eardrums. You look down and notice all that was left of your pizza slice was the crust, which you RARELY cared for. Looking back up at Fluttershy, you notice that her slice is nowhere to be seen.

“Ready then?” you say, wiping your mouth with the napkin. Fluttershy nods and picks up her napkin. As you walk out of the restaurant, you throw your trash away. “The movie starts in…” you look at you watch, “…ten minutes.” Fluttershy’s eyes widen a bit.

“Oh, then we have plenty of time!”

“Time for what?” you ask, stuffing your hands into your pockets.

“Time to walk around. I mean, i-if you want…” Once again, you smile and pat her shoulder, wordlessly agreeing with her… again. But instead of walking with her, you remain still.

“Fluttershy. You’re twenty years old. If you want to do something, do it. Plus, we’ve been friends for years. You don’t need my permission,” you state with a bit of seriousness. You look deep into her big teal eyes. She looks back with nervousness, and a tiny bit of fear.

“Well… I know, it’s just… I like being nice a-and… a-and you’re my best friend and… I’m sorry,” she squeaks, her head ducking into her shoulders, effectively hiding her neck from sight. A long, but apologetic sigh escapes your lips.

“It’s alright. Look, let’s just… Forget about it. Kay?” She slowly nods. “So, where’d you wanna go?” She looks as if she’s about to say something, but is interrupted by your cellphone. She immediately retreats. With a short sigh, you take out your phone and mouth ‘sorry’ to Fluttershy. She nods and looks away. Looking at your phone, you see a picture of a certain pink-haired partier.

“Yello,” you say into the phone.

“Hey, __! It’s me, Pinkie Pie! Of course, your phone shows a picture when someone calls, so I guess I didn’t need to tell you that! Anyway! I’m throwing an 4th of July party tonight and I completely forgot to invite people! Can you believe it?! Of all people, I’m the one to forget! Anyway, I hope you’re free! The party’s at 6:00! There’s going to be fireworks and everything!”

A confused expression washes over your face. 4th of July? But it’s the 16th. Holding your watch up to your face, you look at the date.

Sure enough, it’s the 4th of July. Huh. It’s only until you put your arm back down do you realize that Pinkie’s still talking.

“…wanted a rollercoaster, but I didn’t have THAT much money, I mean, come on! OH! OH! Didn’t you tell me that you were on a date with Fluttershy today?!” Your cheeks light up a bright red. As you look over to your friend, you notice hers are bright red as well. Obviously she heard. Of course, everybody within a ten foot radius could hear. You let out a few stammers before responding.

“I… I-It’s… It’s not a date…! We’re just seeing a movie!”

“Oh, tomato, tom-a-to! D’you think you could invite her too?!”

“I think she already heard,” you say with a chuckle.

“Great! Oh, by the way… BYE FLUTTERSHY!!! SEE YOU AT THE PARTY!!!” You hold the phone away from your ear a little too late it seems, as you can almost hear a faint ringing. As you press your ear back to the device, you notice that Pinkie had hung up. You press a button on your phone and put the device back in your pocket. You and Fluttershy exchange glances.

“Well… I guess we’re going to a party tonight.”

“I suppose so…” You look over at the store mentioned earlier.

“Wanna go look around?” you ask, pointing your thumb toward the store.

“Sure.”

Author's Note

If you didn't like this 2nd person story, please check out my other one. It's MUCH better than this one. Also, I'm not used to writing comedy.

The Morning After

Chapter 1: The Morning After

An audible moan escapes your lips as you reemerge into the unforgiving light of morning. Every tiny little creak of the house, the specks of microscopic dust, and the very atmosphere seem to pound against your head in the most brutal of ways. With this familiar feeling comes the realization of what happened last night. Or rather, what you tried to realize.

You were hammered. And by the feeling in your head, you were hammered BAD.

And with this realization came another. ‘Oh god… Who the fuck did I sleep with this time…?’ you think. You, in fact, weren’t in your house. You were in a small bedroom, one that offered a calming atmosphere, and also one of a relaxed nature. Something tells you that this room is familiar, but the thought is immediately driven out of your aching head. Fearing the worst, you slowly look over at the woman cuddling you. Her skin is as smooth and soft as silk. Her hair, from what you can feel, spread across your chest and stomach, feels to be of the finest velvet. You look down at this smooth, soft hair. Your eyes widen and your pupils shrink to the point of near invisibility as you see that the hair is a very light pink. Many people have pink hair. But only one person has this tint of pink. Against all reason and logic (and the ringing in your head), you look down at the woman hugging your side and your worst fears are confirmed.

It’s Fluttershy.

You heart leaps into your throat and threatens to strangle you. There wasn’t an existing number to count the butterflies in your stomach. The pain and ringing in your head nearly deafen you. What the fuck do you do?! You can’t just walk out on her! She knows you better than you know yourself; she’s bound to see you again! Okay, okay… maybe she was drunk too. Maybe she won’t remember… Looking around the room, you can notice no clear indication that she was intoxicated with you. Even the bed-sheets are well-kept and neat. Craning your neck, you quietly inhale. Her breath smells of alcohol. Apparently she was intoxicated as well. But there’s no chance in you slipping out anyway. Who could do that to someone like Fluttershy? Another quiet grunt emits from your trembling lips. This was a day you feared from day one. You made love to Fluttershy while drunk. Good one, numbskull.

You try to at least stand up, but you find yourself locked in place by Fluttershy’s arm. Her hand is gripping your shoulder, and locks you with her, as if someone’s trying to take her old teddy bear. You move your head around silently, trying to find a way out of this. Seeing no other option, you ever so slowly raise your hand to hers with the intention of manually removing it from your shoulder. As you do so, your gaze wanders down Fluttershy’s arm and to her naked torso. Though you fight it as hard as you can, you find yourself staring at her exposed breast. You notice just how small her chest is. Her breasts were a bit larger than Rainbow Dash’s. They were perkier too. Realizing what the fuck you’re thinking, you quickly look away, only to have a million bells ring in your head at the same time. You grit your teeth and lower your arm. A low growl escapes your lips as you slam your head down onto the pillow.

That was a mistake.

A quiet, subtle moan can be heard from next to you. Your eyes widen and you immediately calm your expression, even though your ears ring like crazy. Your muscles relax and you take on the form of an unconscious person. Fluttershy’s arm can be felt moving slowly across your chest and you can sense Fluttershy sit up. From what you can feel out, her stomach is down on the mattress and she’s supporting herself with her elbows. A long period of silence follows. After what feels like an hour, but you know is just a minute or two, you hear her breathing increase in speed and depth.

“What… What… happened…?”

At this you realize that she has no better idea of what happened than you do. And the fact that her voice was shaky and breathy means she’s not taking it too well either. Might as well console her.

You fake a grunt and a quiet moan. Suffice it to say, you were well-trained in faking waking up or faking unconsciousness. Many, many dates-gone-wrong had trained you, so to say. Slowly sitting up, you hear Fluttershy squeak a little. The second you open your eyes, you hear the sounds of soft, barely audible, and incredibly numerous apologies.

“__... I… I’m so sorry that we did this! I didn’t mean to… I just- I- I…! They told me to just have one and I didn’t know it was spiked and they told me it was just a new recipe but I guess it was alcohol and I didn’t know…!” You listen with a broken heart to hear her try to explain herself. She looked to be on the verge of tears as she spews out her soft rambles. That’s all you can do- listen. You’re still too shocked in the situation you find yourself in to do anything. Either that or you’re simply transfixed by her beautiful, perfect body. She’s not very tanned, taking on a pale skin tone. Odd, considering how often she goes outside.

But you’re taken out of your stupor by the sound of a quiet sniffle. You gaze sympathetically into Fluttershy’s teal eyes, the whites of which were beginning to take on a light pink. A single tear runs down her face.

“…A-a-and I don’t know what we did and I don’t know what to do… And now you probably hate me because I made the first move…” She ducks her head and hides her beautiful face from you. Suddenly, you find the strength to speak.

“…Fluttershy…”

“I get it… It’s alright if you hate me… You don’t have to talk to me again…”

“I don’t hate you,” you say, leaning forward a bit.

“Don’t try to make me feel better… I’m a lousy drunk who can’t control her hormones…” That was the kicker that shattered the rest of your heart. You place your hand under her chin and guide her gaze back to yours.

“Fluttershy,” you say sternly, but gently, “No you’re not. I don’t hate you. No one does. I don’t remember what happened last night either, so I can’t say much, but I know that whatever we did…” and you try to put it in a way that will make both of you comfortable, “…It’s in the past. We can move on… And maybe…” your emotions suddenly take over your words, “…Maybe it wasn’t all a mistake…” Her eyes widen a little at your words.

“You mean… You… You wouldn’t have… minded…?” You begin to say something, but are interrupted by a loud grunt from the girl next to you. She holds her head and groans. “What… What is…?” She must’ve never even been near alcohol if she doesn’t know what a hangover is.

“Just a hangover. It’ll pass. Just… relax for a bit,” you say, putting your hand on her shoulder. She slowly nods and eases herself back onto her stomach. You rub her shoulder as she closes her eyes. “So… what do you remember?” you ask, trying to get some semblance of what exactly happened.

“Well… We got to the party… We stayed there for a few hours… Then you and I started telling jokes and having a really good time… Then Lyra and Vinyl started offering us some cider, which we both took. They said they came up with a new recipe for a new taste for it, but I suppose they just put some alcohol in it. You drank a lot of it… And I did too. Then you started acting funny and said you felt really good… So I drank some more…” and at this point her breath turns shallow and shaky again, “A-and I remembered what you said at the mall yesterday… about doing things without your permission… S-so I kissed you and… and you kissed back and… And I can’t remember past that… I’m so sorry…” You continue to rub her shoulder. Suddenly, the memories start flooding back into your mind.

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“…And he WALKS AWAY!” You finish your joke, sending both you and Fluttershy into a drunken laughing fit. Tears run down your face as you bang your hand on the table, hurting your sides laughing. Fluttershy lifts the cider to her lips and you watch as she chugs the entire glass in one breath.

Wow… She took that entire drink…

She sets the large glass (rather clumsily) down onto the table. The two of you simply stare at each other for a bit. Another chuckle escapes your lips. Good. You should chuckle more. Laughing is good.

“You… You know… Earlier, when we got that, like… pizza stuff… You should’ve heard the thoughts I had about yooouuu…” You point your finger in her face. She starts laughing again.

“Well, you should hear the thoughts I have about YOU every single day…” She laughs louder at her next statement. “And you’re not gonna believe me! But one time… I even got off to you! Can you believe it?! We’ve been buddies for like… forever ago!” You laugh at the top of your lungs and hurt yourself again. How ridiculous is that? Someone like her getting off to someone like you… That’s… That’s just weird.

A loud squeal suddenly shatters what little silence there was at the party. As you look up into the night sky, you’re temporarily blinded by a flash of red light. About time for the fireworks if you do say so yourself!

…Heh, this story says ‘you’ a lot…

As you look back at Fluttershy, you’re paralyzed once again by the feeling of warmth on your lips. Closing your eyes, you bring Fluttershy’s head in closer. Tis ish teh moetmn… Ahem... This is the moment you’ve been waiting for since tenth grade. There’s no chance in hell you’re passing this up. You let it sink in. You’re making out with Fluttershy, you’re best friend. Something about it is just so… arousing.

Fluttershy climbs into your lap and cups your face in her hands. Placing your hands on her hips, you bring her as close as possible to you. Her tongue enters your mouth and your tongue enters hers. Slowly, she begins rubbing her hips against yours, fiercely making out with you. After a solid two minutes of grinding, she pulls away for a moment and pants, air refilling her lungs. A smile spreads across both of your lips. Fluttershy’s hand wanders down to your chest.

“So… Let’s take that jacket off…”

The sky continues to light up a variety of different colors. The sounds of fireworks…
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…bring you back into reality. Fluttershy looks at you with a tear in her eye. All you can do is stare into her gorgeous teal eyes.

“A-and now I don’t know what to do…” She looks away from you as she says it. You remove your hand from her shoulder and sigh. Honestly, after just waking up with a burning hangover, this isn’t really the time to talk about this. And for that matter, you’re in the most awkward place for it as well. Naked in Fluttershy’s bed.

Huh.

“Look…” you manage to squeeze out after a moment or two, “…Let’s talk about this over breakfast. My treat.” She looks at you again and sighs.

“Okay…” she whispers.

“I’m gonna zip over to my house for a minute too. I’ll meet you at Joe’s in say… twenty minutes?”

“Alright…” she whispers again. You let a comforting smile slide onto your face and you pat her shoulder.

“Hey,” you whisper, “Everything’s gonna be alright. I promise.” You slowly slip out of the bed and make sure Fluttershy is looking away. No need to make this more awkward. Willing yourself to be confident in yourself (as comfort was never really your strong suit) you smile.

It can’t be that bad! It’s just a talk at your favorite donut shop!

As you look down to find your clothes, however, you notice one thing wrong.

There’s no condom on your penis. Or in the garbage in the corner of the room.

Spoke too soon.

Author's Note

OOOOHH!!! CLIFFHANGERS!!!!

EAT IT!