The Animal Shelter

by TheSillyAnon

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Fluttershy, Sex, Alternate Universe, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 11291

You see that Fluttershy is looking for some assistance at the animal shelter. In sympathy, you offer to assist her.

You see that Fluttershy is looking for some assistance at the animal shelter. You actually feel sorry for her because she doesn't seem to be receiving any attention, let alone some assistance. In sympathy, you offer to assist her. But suddenly, you feel as if the animals aren't the only ones who is in need of special care.

(Equestria Girls skins are abnormally colored so they'll be considered as anthro for reasons. And if you haven't seen the last 15 minutes of Equestria Girls, then you'll know why when you go see the movie.)

Published 2013-08-07 21:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-08 23:19:26 UTC

Is It Okay If...

"Canterlot Animal Shelter needs volunteers. Won't you please help an animal who can't help itself?" A yellow figure with flowing pink hair asks softly.

The school courtyard is brimming with students as the school bell has yet to ring signifying the start of the day's classes. The students move lively across the front lawn, some students speaking with their friends, some just chatting on their cell phones, some running across the yard with books in hand in hopes to catch early-morning study hall, others just looking at the lone figure who stood by the statue of the schools founder all-the-while pointing and snickering.

"Please someone, won't you help the animals? I know I'm just probably taking your time away, but I'll assure you it can be quite fun." The girl in the white shirt and green skirt barely made out to the others in the yard. In the distance, words are shared in between the individuals who are pointing and snickering at the girl.

"Look at her. She still thinks that crap is worth any of her time, let alone ours?" A male voice rings out.

"Man, she really needs to just find another hobby." Another male figure replied.

"Nah, what she needs to do is find a guy to occupy her time." A female voice chimed.

"How? Most of the other guys around here aren't like her animals. In fact, I'm pretty sure the only reason she even stays around there is because the animals are the only ones who have the time to listen to her." A nasally female voice calls out.

"Don't you think that was a bit harsh?" One of the male figures asks.

"Haven't you heard? She's so shy that she can't even get the attention of a bird in a bush." The nasally voice replied.

"So... She's still got her v-card?" One of the guys asks.

"...Really? That's what you've got to add to the conversation?" The female voice deadpanned.

"Well being that she's so shy, you'd think she'd missed out on a chance to..." The male figure inquired.

"Nah, I bet she's like one of those Japanese anime characters who masturbate on desks." Another male figure added.

"Oh doggy-sempai, this is my first time. Please be gentle with me." The girl with the nasally voice blurted out mockingly.

An eruption of laughter and ooh's takes place as crowd traffic in the schoolyard begins to slow down. Over on the far side, you begin to chuckle to yourself finding the joke, made at the pink-haired girl's expense, quite funny. Thoughts begin to roam through your head as you begin to simulate the girl, bent over the table as a dog helplessly humps her leg as she cries out for more. You begin to lose composure at the mental imagery that has corrupted your thought process, but the moment you begin to buckle down in laughter, the school bell rings signalling that it is time to locate your early morning class.

The group that continued to make 'doggy-sempai' jokes walked inside the front entrance. You begin to look at the entrance and remember the weird events that happened a half-semester ago involving a cute girl with purple hair. It's a shame that she transferred so soon. I guess that's what happens when you try to challenge Sunset Shimmer. But one thing's for certain, things aren't the same way they were before the Fall Formal. You begin to walk forward but then you hear what sounds like falling papers.

You think it was someone who dropped their homework in a rush to get in the front door. But instead, you see that the girl who stood beside the founder's statue was now on her knees. The pamphlets she carried were currently strewn across her feet, some even crumpled up into paper balls. You then notices that some of the pamphlets have tiny droplets on them. If you didn't know any better, you'd think she was crying. Either that or she was shielding herself from the rain that just so happen to show up at the right time on a sunny day (in which there aren't any clouds in the sky). Yeah, you go with choice one.

You watch in guilt and sympathy as she continues to sob lightly, her hair covering much of her face. You think about helping her pick up the mess, but at the same time you really don't wanna be late for class again. Ms. Cherilee clearly stated to you last week the consequences of you being late to her class again. And lets face it, Ms. Cherilee assigning you a ten-page essay on the subject she so chooses, having it to be done by the end of the week AND having a grade no lower than an A minus was entirely way too much work. As you begin to walk closer to the girl she looks up in a panic and begins to frantically clean up the pamphlets.

"Oh no. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. It's my mess after all." She whimpers out.

As she begins to pick up more of the mess, you take the liberty to pick one up yourself, not to help clean up but to read instead. You begin to read to yourself:

Canterlot Animal Shelter: Where we help the little ones who can't help themselves.
Now in need of volunteers who can:
1: Bathe the animals.
2: Feed the animals.
3: Love/spend time with the animals.
4: Clean up behind the animals.
5: Help the animals find a good home and family.

Euthanizations are left to a highly trained professional so that the animal can pass on peacefully

Business hours:
Mon-Fri 8:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m.
Saturdays 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m.
Sundays [closed]

"Gee, this is a full-time job." You say to yourself.

"I understand if you don't want to volunteer. It is non-profit after all." The pink-haired girl responds.

"So do you work there?"

"Oh heavens no, I can't even begin to think about taking in animals for a profit."

"Oh... Well in that case, you're a volunteer."

"Yes sir. I only wish to become a veterinarian when I get older, so I'm learning all that I can now so that I may have some experience when I get older."

"Well that's good to hear. Say, how many volunteers do you normally get?"

"To be honest, I only gotten four. My friends, of course, are the ones who would normally come but being that this is softball season, Rainbow Dash is always at practice. Pinkie Pie is busy planning her Super-Spectacular-Summerific-Spectacle for the last day of school. Rarity is often busy designing outfits for the annual school play. And Applejack is really busy running the store her grandmother owns now that the business has gotten heavy."

"Oh... So you do have friends?"

"Excuse me?" The pink-haired girl asks caught off guard.

"That was a joke." You state trying to assume damage control.

"Oh. I guess." She says in defeat.

"You know, I've been conversing with you this entire time and I have yet to get a name out of you. What is your name?" You ask, extending out your hand.

"My name is Fluttershy."

You barely made out her name and begin to give her yours. "The name is Anonymous. But my friends call me Anon. Pleased to meet your acquaintance, Fluttershy."

"Um..." She hesitates taking your hand but eventually meets your hand at the half-way point. "...Likewise."

"Well now that we know each other's names, is it a bad time to ask what time you usually head out to the animal shelter?"

Fluttershy begins to look at you with eyes widened in excitement. She even jumps up off the ground in a gasp and begins to smile at you in anticipation.

"You're saying you'll help volunteer? Really!?"

"I dunno. Maybe I am. Maybe."

"Oh goodness. I'm sooo excited. I mean, you will be too as soon as you see the animals. We have a wide varie-" She's cut off by your index finger set against her lips.

"Just... give me a time." You command as you slowly take your finger off her lips.

"Lets meet up at the shelter at 3:30 this afternoon."

"No problem. I'm free at that time." You state proudly.

"Wonderful, then it's a date." She says running off to the entrance.

"Hey wait, what about all these flie... wait, what!?"

Those final words begin to reverberate in your mind. 'Then it's a date.' Suddenly you felt as if you may have agreed to something that you have no knowledge on.

"Dammit, what have I gotten myself into this time?" You ask yourself as you make a beeline for the front door.

The school bell rings signaling the end of the school day. Many of the students getting out of class are currently groaning and griping about how the teachers conspired to give away so much homework that the student body was going to end up as mindless zombies who chewed on the brains of all the academic scholars and members of the top-ten-percent-of-the-graduating-class, all-the-while fighting the urge to procrastrubate to the fashionistas and burning away our freedoms and rights while the teachers begin to rack up their +1000 hours of playing 'The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim'... Or maybe it was just that finals week was next week and they didn't want to lose out on their yearly wager of who would be duct-taped to the wall by the rest of the faculty and staff in shame for being the teacher who had the lowest test scores.

Yeah. Shit just became a war zone. And apparently you all, the students, became the Red-Shirt Armies that the teachers had as their infantry. So in short, the student body came up with a series of model phrases for the current situation. And the phrases go as followed:

Hell no!

Ah hell naw!

Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck everything!

Nope! (Coined by Big Mac)

Abandon ye all fucks who enter here. And one that you recently heard this one girl use...

Ain't nobody got time fo' dat!

So needless to say you abandoned all fucks on the front lawn this morning. In speaking of the front lawn it's 3:15. You realized you're supposed to be at the animal shelter sometime soon. So you grab all your books and papers and make a bee-line into town. As you continue to run down the sidewalk, avoiding all traffic and possible collisions, you begin to go over the idea you have had in your head since third period.

The plan goes like this:

STEP 1: Help the girl out with the animals.

STEP 2: Avoid all circumstances in which any possible cock-blocks are present.

STEP 3: Seduce the girl into a little romance.

STEP 4: ???

STEP 5: $$$PROFIT$$$

You suddenly look up above to see which street you're currently on when you realize that you have arrived early to you location. The time of your arrival fell to 3:24. While you looked at your watch, trying to regain your breath, you manage to maintain a positive id on the location. The Canterlot Animal Shelter. You take notice as the animal shelter in question looks a little smaller than you would've imagined. Then again, this place was considered to be a non-profit organization. That aside, you also realize that in your mad dash, that the location was only a mere five blocks away from the school, and you ran what was in reality a full ten blocks.

You would normally begin to swear a storm, however, due to you lack of breath, you find that getting those words out are a little harder than it needs to be.

"Oh my goodness! You came! You actually came!" You hear a familiar voice say out to you.

"I'm the one who's supposed to be saying that later on." You made a mental note to yourself as you pant out words. "Yeah... no... problem..."

She then grabs your hand and leads you inside the shelter. You hear a ding-a-ling as you enter through the door as she guides you inside from behind. Behind the counter is a pale yellow figure with winter-pink hair. You assume that it is her mother.

"Good afternoon ma'am." You greet the lady behind the counter.

The lady behind the counter does not turn around but she does respond. "Well hello sir. How may we help you today? We have many great offers if you're looking to adopt."

"Actually, Mrs. Posey, he's here to volunteer his time to assist us today." Fluttershy responds.

"Egad! A volunteer!?" She turns around quickly while holding something brown in her hand. In your eyes it appears to be a cat.

"Yes ma'am. The name's Anonymous. But my friends call me Anon." You state with confidence. You also take the time to compliment the kitten she's holding.

"That sure is a cute little creature. Tell me is it a boy kitten or a girl kitten?"

Suddenly you hear what sounds like rubber snapping against skin. Looking to find the source, you see Fluttershy standing behind you her mouth covered by her hand in a rubber glove. She begins to giggle softly as she looks at you with her large aqua-colored eyes. She then stops and point you in the direction of the glove box by the front door.

"Anon, I think you may want to put these on." She suggests.

You do as she says and begin to place the gloves on your hand. Finished with the mundane task, you then begin to ask,
"So can I hold the kitten now?"

"Mrs. Posey will agree to your request if you promise to stay calm." Fluttershy states.

"I promise to stay calm no matter the circumstances. Besides how bad can it be?" You ask with a smug look.

"Sir, this isn't a kitty. It's a Zilla or a T. Blondi if you will." Mrs. Posey responds while cradling the furry little bundle to you.

You merely stand there in amazement as one of its legs reaches over to you. But suddenly your amazement begins to transform into fear as you see another seven legs creep their way onto your hands. The furry ball begins to unveil itself as a tarantula with a leg-span of about eleven inches. You stare down in absolute horror as you begin to increase the rate of your breathing. What was once a pair of white gloves on your hands, was now eclipsed by this huge ass spider who decided that your hand was a good starting place for a Sunday stroll. In the very instant Mrs. Posey left the hairy impostor in your now-trembling hands, words of Big Mac began to fill your thought process. "NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE!"

You try not to look down as the creature begins to work its way up. Suddenly you hear a eerie bristling sound coming from below. You look down to find that your hands are now bare and that the speedy, little creature decided that it's Sunday stroll needed to be a little longer as it began to blitz up your shirt and onto your shoulder. Your minds intensifies it's sound message quite clearly now. "NOOOOOOOOO NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE!"

"Aww, she likes you!" Fluttershy says with cheer. Unfortunately, in your case, any enthusiasm caused by the matter is currently withheld as one of the fore-legs begins to prod at your earlobes. "The sanity you're trying to reach is no longer in service. Please check the number and dial again. Message: h3l1N0p3. Para Español, marque el número dos." You turn an eye to the cheery Fluttershy and aggressively whispers to her.

"Get. This. Thing. Off of me. Now please." You urge while trying to remain still, let alone staying calm.

She quickly responds by taking the small-yet-intrusive creature off your shoulder and taking it back to a plastic cage located behind the counter. Once the lid is closed, you begin to frantically rub yourself down, trying to forget the fact that an arachnid the size of a dinner plate just gave you a hell of a warm welcome.

"NEVER. AGAIN." You spit out in staccato.

Fluttershy and Mrs. Posey begin to share a quick laugh (at your expense) and shortly apologizes shortly after. And after about three minutes, you stop shaking long enough to begin asking questions about the other pets.

"Be very careful and if you see something that isn't right, then have Fluttershy call me." Mrs. Posey says while checking all the bird cages and fish tanks.

A full ten minutes came and gone as she explained in great detail what your assignments were. You were in shock that caring for so many animals could be summarized on a list, but then again this list wasn't put on paper due to the lack thereof (it took a lot of money to pay for those little pamphlets). You also didn't see how Fluttershy could keep up with ALL these animals in a matter of two-and-a-half hours.

♫In the arms of the angel, fly away fro-*beep*♪

Mrs. Posey answers her cell phone. "Hello? Yes. Mhmm. Okay. What!? Oh no! What's his condition? Oh my goodness, sweetie hang on please! I'm on my way!"

She hangs up the phone and begins to collect her things. Frantically, she grabs her keys off the counter and begins to make a bolt for the front door. Fluttershy watches on in concern.

"Mrs. Posey, is there something wrong?" Fluttershy asks to the apparently distraught woman.

"No. My husband was in a car accident." She looks on with concern.

"...Again?" Fluttershy asks in amazement.

"AGAIN! I keep telling him to be careful and drive defensively. It's bad enough that the insurance agencies already have a field day with us, and now this keeps happening every three-to-four months." She looks to the purse on her left shoulder with concern. "And if this keeps up, then we'll never be able to keep the shop open. So I guess we'll be closing up early today."

She begins to sigh and look at the ceiling, but suddenly she remembers that you're here and comes up with an idea.

"On second thought, Fluttershy, dear, can you remember to start closing up the shop at around 5:30 this evening?"

Fluttershy looks up in surprise as she notices that Mrs. Posey begins to remove the shop keys from her ring.

"I'm... I guess... I could... But..." She takes a moment to juggle the words as she realizes that a large responsibility has been placed on her shoulders. But then she realized that the animals could not exactly fend for themselves in this current situation. In short, she serioused the fuck up.

"I will do my best!" She says with a powerful determination. The expression on her face became that of a soldier on the front line. The sheer willpower begins to surprise you because this is completely different from the Fluttershy everyone sees at school. In fact, it's like she's a totally different person. She then begins to look at you, demanding a show of respect. You oblige by giving your head a firm nod. As you both turn to Mrs. Posey with the same look of discipline, she once again begins to walk out the door. The bells above the doorway jingle as she exits. But she stops suddenly, turning to me.

"I expect no different of you than I do of her. As of this moment, you work here. And now that you work here, I want you to do your best. Also, Fluttershy, you are the current standing manager of this establishment, so I want you to keep him in line. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, ma'am!" We acknowledged with enthusiasm.

With a sigh, she moves through the door, jumps in the car and drives off. You both continued to hold your poses until the car engine is heard in the far distance. Fluttershy breaks the long silence.

"Well you heard her, mister." She says while giving you a smile. "Get to work. Your first assignment will be simple. You'll be cleaning the emptied cages while I clean up after the dogs." She also points you in the direction of the cages in question. As you confirm your orders, feel a slight pinch on your shoulder. You look over to find that she pinched you playfully and begins to nudge you over to the cages. She even hands you all the cleaning materials.

"I want those spotless, mister. Or I'll have to give you a big punishment for disobedience." You hear her say as you begin to start working on the cages.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think she was coming on to you. And you even had a burning curiosity on what that 'big punishment' was. But somewhere in your mind, you really didn't want to find out. So you begin to scrub the cages until they shined with a chrome finish. You also begin to think about how the manager, Mrs. Posey, just left you and Fluttershy (two high school students) in charge of the animal shelter. On one hand, you thought about how trusting she is to leave her facility in the hands of a teenage girl and a complete stranger. On the other hand, you smiled as you crossed off one step off your list.

STEP 1: Help the girl out with the animals.

~~STEP 2: Avoid all circumstances in which any possible cock-blocks are present.~~

STEP 3: Seduce the girl into a little romance.

STEP 4: ???

STEP 5: $$$PROFIT$$$

An hour passes as you finished cleaning all the empty cages. You look down to smile at your work as you begin to look on the 'to-do' list that Fluttershy gave you earlier as you were cleaning the empty cages in the dog section. You also couldn't help but to notice that she was actually bumping up against you and being extremely flirty. In fact, she even gave you a hands-on lesson on how she wanted the cages to be cleaned by manually guiding your arms and hands up and down the cage. Sadly the hands-on training was cut short due to your lack of bodily self-control. As she began to go lower, her arm had accidentally bumped into your growing erection. Almost immediately, she backed off of you and began to blush profusely.

"I'm... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean..." You call out in embarrassment, but she already began to run into another room.

Trying to forget the awkward event that took place between the two of you will prove to be challenging due to the fact that as of this moment, Fluttershy was calling your name.

"Anon, I need you come here for a second. I'm afraid that I can't do this alone."

You didn't know what she was talking about, but the very thought of her calling out to you was somewhat exciting. You started to show an interest in what she needed help with. Your thoughts began to wander into fantasies as you looked back at what happened less than an hour ago. At the same time, you try to purge those thoughts from your mind due to the fact that things would become a little more awkward if she ended up seeing you walk into the room sporting an erection the size of Russia. So you began to take a deep breath, thought about the spider that crawled all over you, and your erection began to die down. Afterwards, you begin to march into the back room where Fluttershy is currently located.

As you walk into the room, you begin to look around the place. To your left, you see bags of bird feed. To your right, you see an assortment of cages, for birds of course. And ahead of you, you took notice that a rather large ladder had reached up to the top of the room, leading up to a bird cage that was filled with all kinds of birds. And to the side of that ladder, Fluttershy was looking up above. She then turn to your direction as you got closer.

"My goodness! You startled me." She looked at you with a small blush before she suddenly turned away.

It was obvious that her mind was still on the event that transpired less than an hour ago at the dog cages. You began to speak up.

"Hey... umm... about earlier..." You try to find the right words to explain yourself. But suddenly you are interrupted.

"I really need you to hold this ladder for me as I go up. I'm kinda... scared to go up alone without someone on the bottom to make sure that the ladder doesn't sway." She said as she hid herself behind her long pink hair.

"Yeah sure no problem." You respond.

You began to anchor the ladder to prevent any sway as she began to take the first step. After the second step, stops to look at you and begins to blush with a frown.

"No peeking, please." She warns you.

You look at her as you try to make heads-and-tails of the situation. But then you look at her placement on the ladder and noticed that she was actually wearing a skirt. You began to look back up to see an angry stare coming from the pink-haired teen.

"Do I make myself clear, mister?" She asks sternly.

"Yes, ma'am. No peeking." You confirm.

"Good." She turns away from you to begin her ascent.

You look down as you feel the ladder shift in your grasp in order to kill what little debauchery took place in your mind. You also try to keep your mind off of the fact that she was wearing a skirt and that you were the one at the bottom, so there was nothing stopping you from getting a glimpse of what kind of panties she was wearing (or if she was wearing any at all). NO! You try to keep what little integrity you have left at the moment as you began to think of a way to distract yourself. But as soon as your thought process began to come up with ways to stop the sexualized way of thinking, a voice calls out to you from above.

"Okay! Now keep it steady as I feed these birds!"

"No problem!" You call back as you keep your head down in order to prevent yourself from being a full-time pervert. True enough that you had plans of seducing Fluttershy, but at the same time, you still had some standards you wanted to uphold.

You keep your mind busy by thinking about all the various things that took place at school today. Time passes by as you hear Fluttershy call from above.

"Okay! I'm coming back down!" She yells.

You continue to think on the things that happened today at school, starting from when you first met Fluttershy this morning. But suddenly, you feel an abnormal shift in the ladder's weight distribution. You begin to break your thought as you begin to look up and see that Fluttershy slipped on one of the steps and was now barreling to your position.

"AHHHH!!!!" Fluttershy screamed loudly as she began her descent. You begin to think fast as you position yourself directly below her and extend your arms outward. Shortly after, she crashes into your arms and you, in turn, begin to crash into the floor. You groan in pain as you make your hard landing.

"Ughhh... Hey, are you okay?" You begin to ask, but you look up to see that Fluttershy face had suddenly turned red. You look around and see that she landed on your left arm. You begin to move your arm and suddenly notices something wet has dripped onto your arm. You begin to locate where your arm was located. Suddenly, your face was almost as red as hers as you realized your arm was directly beneath her crotch, and the source of the wetness was coming from the white, cotton panties that were soaked in between her legs.

You jump in surprise and your buried arm follows suit. She lets out a soft, breathy moan followed by a gasp of air. She then grinds herself on your arm and begins to shifts her weight downward with every stroke. You can't believe what you're seeing. You can't believe what you're feeling. In fact, you begin to pinch yourself to see if this was actually real. Your right arm reaches over to your left shoulder and you pinch yourself, only for you to conclude that this was, indeed, real. Fluttershy then notices where your right hand moved to and opens her eyes wide as she begins to realize what she was just doing.

"EEEP!" She squeaks out as she jumps up and runs out the room in a blinding haze of yellow and pink. As she took her leave, you lie on the ground, trying to piece together all of what the fuck just recently happened. Your mind has ceased all rational thought as you stayed on the ground, hoping for an answer to make itself known.

Unfortunately, your mind has come up with only one word in response: What?

Another hour has gone by and you have proceeded to clear off the to-do list that Fluttershy has given you. You've also taken the liberty of clearing one item off your checklist.

~~STEP 1: Help the girl out with the animals.~~

~~STEP 2: Avoid all circumstances in which any possible cock-blocks are present.~~

STEP 3: Seduce the girl into a little romance.

STEP 4: ???

STEP 5: $$$PROFIT$$$

Your checklist seems to be going well with the exception that Fluttershy has not talked to you since you've left the bird sanctuary. She also seems to be avoiding you. In all honesty, you don't blame her. She tried to get herself off by rubbing her cunt into your arm. In which case, you only went to the bathroom, washed your arms off and continued working. But with each passing minute, you just couldn't take your mind off of what happened.

You can still feel her on your arm, as she grinds against you. You can smell her very essence, even up till now. No matter how many times you scrubbed yourself clean, you were still able to catch the scent of her lustful desires that were now engraved into your left arm. You wanted her so badly at this point. So badly, it hurts. You look at the clock on the wall as it strikes 5:35 p.m.

"Shop closes up at 6. I still have time for plan B." You think to yourself. You look around as you try to find an area that isn't within view of a security camera. You also go over the list Fluttershy gave you two hours earlier. As soon as you confirm that the list has been completed, you run to an empty room and shut the door behind you. You look around to see if anyone is around and find that no one is there. With a sigh of defeat, you begin to lean against the wall. Plan B is now in effect.

You begin to rub at your crotch, trying to soothe the immense pain you've been experiencing for the last fifteen minutes. You begin to shift the contents of your pants up and down softly as you begin to lightly grind against the palm of your hand. Your pain increases, but this is a pain you want to experience. Not once have you sported an erection that began to hurt due to the confinement of the jeans and boxers you were wearing. At the same time, you were also wishing you didn't wear boxers today. Those thoughts aside you began to play with the erection through your clothing, wishing she was still grinding herself against your arm.

You begin to imagine her whispering out how much she needed 'it', how bad she had to have it. You feel the pain against your shaft beginning to increase further as you raise your left arm to your nose. As you inhale, you can still smell her longing for sexual relief.

"Take that dick, girl. Take it out for me." You whisper to yourself as you close your eyes and imagine that Fluttershy is now on her knees, panting as she frantically tries to undo your pants. You begin to undo the button as you wound imagine her doing it herself. You begin to grow impatient as she unburdens you from a thick layer of clothing and your erection begins to breathe a little. You begin to unsheathe your manhood from the opening of your boxers, slowly stroking it from the base to the tip. You look at the clock on the wall and notices that it is now 5:41 p.m.

You now realize that your fantasy has to be rather short-lived. The shelter will be closing at six and you still had to report to Fluttershy. You begin to increase your pace as you begin to bring your lower lip inward, biting it as you would when she would fellate you fiercely. You close your eyes again, this time to imagine her sucking your hardened shaft to the back of her throat. She begins to messily kiss the head as the saliva from her previous endeavor icicles from her lips, over her breasts, between the cleavage and finally to the ground below. You begin to grab for the wall behind you as you prepare for an orgasm unlike any other when suddenly...

"Um... Mr. Anonymous? I... um... I need... your advice on something. Please..."

Your eyes shoot open as you hear her voice, not in your imagination, but actually in real life. You begin to pull up your pants that were originally at half-mast, button the top, and straighten out your appearance as you answered her call.

"I'm on my way out now." You yell out as you secretly cursed her for her placing you under her spell of lust and longing.

You walk out the room and you begin to get a little light headed. You also notice that Fluttershy is wearing a mask over her nose and mouth.

"Was there a spill or something?" You asked.

"Oh. Um... I... may have opened up a bottle and got something on me." She looks to the side, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Oh, okay." You respond as you begin to get a little drowsy.

"Um... About earlier. I'm so sorry. I didn't know wha-" She is interruped by you giving her a hug.

"Hey... It's okay. No worries, right?" You say to her as you begin to get tired.

"Oh thank goodness." She looks up to you for the first time in two hours and gives you a smile (or what appears to be one).

"Hey *yawn* what was that you spilled anyways?" You ask as you begin to nod off.

"Chloroform." She responds instantly.

"Thought so... hadda hunch...." Your world suddenly drifted off into darkness.

Hush now quiet now...sleepy head...to go to bed...off to sleep... Do you mind if I... Oh my... Let's get you up here...is this: mama's gonna have some fun tonight... wake up, my pretty... WAKE UP!

~~STEP 1: Help the girl out with the animals.~~

~~STEP 2: Avoid all circumstances in which any possible cock-blocks are present.~~

~~STEP 3: Seduce the girl into a little romance.~~

STEP 4: ???

STEP 5: $$$PROFIT$$$

You awaken to find yourself on a rather cozy bench in the middle of what appears to be a doctors office. You look around to see if anyone is here. Through the haze of your dizziness, you see a yellow figure with what appears to be pink hair.

"Oh goodness. You seem to be awake, my lovely little friend." Calls out a voice that sounds like Fluttershy.

"Fluttershy. Oh thank goo-" Your sentence is interrupted as you soon find that your arms and legs are tied up to a separate post.

Your mind begins to piece together the situation and you begin to panic internally, while externally keeping your cool. You take the moment to look at your current position to find that you are only wearing your boxers. On the counter top to your left, you see surgical equipment and what appears to be the shredded remains of your clothes. To your right, you see a duffle bag that appears to be empty, a riding crop, a ball gag, a massage vibrating wand, two bullet vibrators, a box of band aids, a small bottle of lube, and a large paddle. Okay, you never thought you'd see the entirety of the Prime-Time Selections Set from the 'Exie's Erotic Endeavors: Spring catalog; page 27' in real life, but damn this chick had class. Now if only she had the matching lingerie to go with it.

"I am very ashamed of you." Fluttershy started. "I told you to clean up the cages, and you bypassed five of them to save yourself some time. I am extremely disappointed in you mister."

She began to walk over to you, wearing what appears to be a surgical garment while holding a scalpel. As she approaches, she aims the scalpel to the top of the garment and dragged the blade downward until the garb split in half, revealing what she was wearing underneath. She pulled off the garment and placed the scalpel on the counter top as the garb fell to the floor. She was wearing a black lingerie adorned with maroon ribbons of silky lace. The sultry ensemble clung needingly to her every curve, every elevation, every hidden cleft.

You looked onward, panting as your hardening member began to introduce itself. You wanted to get out of those boxers, but she knew you would have wanted that. That is why she left them on, as a form of torture. That is why she bound you, so that you can't escape her ministrations or provide your own. She wanted everything according to her desires and her desires alone.

"I told you that you would be punished. So I'm here to give you your punishment." She says to you seductively. She grabs the riding crop from the top of the counter and rubbed it against her thighs.

"I'm going to have my way with you. I'm going to take my time." She moans as she places the base of the riding crop in between her legs.

"You're going to be my little pet. And you're going to satisfy me." She slides her panties to the side as she begins to tease herself with the riding crop.

"Because I am your master. I am your mistress." She removes the riding crop from her lower lips and places it between the lips above and begins to suck on it one good time.

"And you WILL obey, pet." She places emphasis on the word pet by giving you a firm tap of the riding crop against your confined manhood.

"Do I make myself clear, pet?" She asks while slowly gliding the crop against your bare chest.

"Yes mistress. I'll do whatever you ask." You respond in desperation.

You wanted this, you needed it, you had to acquire it because it was the very essence of your life force right now. You didn't care about the animals, you didn't care about the shelter. The only thing you wanted was right here in front of you. Your manhood throbbed at the thought of her using that riding crop as dick to ride on. You wanted her to play the slut behind these closed doors. Hell, you could be the bitch. You could be the one to take every single swing from that crop. You can take the inevitable spanking. You only thought of one thing, and that was pleasing your mistress at any and all costs.

"Anything you say?" She looks at you seductively.

"Please, let me serve you. I want to-" You begged before you were interrupted by the sting accompanied by the riding crop hitting you on your bare chest.

"You are my little slut, do you understand me?" She slaps you again.

"Yes ma'am." *slap*

"Say it."

"Yes ma'am!" *slap*

"Say that you're my slut." *slap*

"I'm your slut." *slap*

"Louder."

"I'm your little slut!" *slap*

"Louder!"

"I'm your filthy fucking slut."

"MMMM, FUCK YEAH!" She moans as she begins to climb on top of you.

She takes the riding crop and places it between her thighs and rubs it against her now-wet slit. Moans of ecstasy begins to fill the office as she begins to grind against the riding crop that's placed over your chest. Her warm juices begins to flow from her moistened lips to your chest. She suddenly stops to look at you as she removes the crop handle from between her glistening womanhood to hover it above your face as her fem-cum drips from the base to your forehead.

"Suck it. Suck it like you want me to suck you." She demanded as she placed the handle over your lips.

You immediately obey as you begin to take the base of it into your mouth. Wanting to savor the flavor, you opt to keep going, bobbing your head up and down until she forces it into the back of your throat. You stop bobbing in rhythm as your gag reflex begins to come up. You long for air, moving and thrashing around rapidly until she acknowledges your request and allows the device from the back of your throat. Finally granted permission to once again breathe, you begin to cough in relief.

"Pfft. Lightweight. Let me show you how it's really done." She scoffs as she begins to suck on the base of the crop.

Then she begins to take the entire handle in her throat. She suppresses her gag reflex so that she may take the entire crop and then withdraws the object as you look on in total amazement. As you continue to gaze in awe, Fluttershy begins to remove her knots around your ankles. The ropes are then wrapped up neatly and placed in a corner. Afterwards, she grabs the paddle and licks the surface. She then beckons you to acknowledge her next request.

"Bend over, pet."

You acknowledge her request almost instantly as she begins to anchor her position behind you. As you turn around to get into your position, you begin to to breathe anxiously as you await the first strike. But instead, she gently glides the smooth, flat object against the surface of your boxer shorts. She then begins to tease you by rubbing the paddle against the flesh of your balls, slowly guiding it downward from the perineum. She begins to navigate the hidden contours of your testicles and finally drags it forward to your rock-hard shaft before feigning a retreat to cradle your balls on the paddle's corner.

"This is mine. This is for MY pleasure." She states triumphantly.

You begin to bite your lip as you feel her gently caressing your testes. You also begin to feel that your scrotum is now beginning to harden from the new-found attention that it's been receiving lately. You begin to whisper to yourself on how much you want her to fondle you with her bare hands. However, in this current situation, you are not the one to be giving complaints. You just merely stand there as she begins to withdraw the invasive object. As she removes the paddle from in between your legs, you begin to feel a shiver down your spine that causes your erection to twitch and jerk upwards and back down again.

"You're being a bad pet. If you think you're gonna cum now, then you might wanna think again." She says while bending down, whispering in your ear.

You feel the warmth and vapors of her breath beginning to crest over the surface of your skin. You whimper as she once again teases you with the paddle against your backside.

"Your friend wants to come out and play." She coos in your ear. "Let's let him out and see what he has to say."

She begins to remove her presence from the nape of your neck and stands tall as she pulls on the elastic band across your ass slowly, letting the cool air breeze by every inch of your now-bare skin. She guides the elastic waistband down to your hardened scrotum. You gasp in surprise as the cool air travels against your genitals. The erection you once hid behind your boxers now stands at attention in the open air, twitching all-the-while.

"Oh my. He seems to be really happy to see me. He's so cute." She squees in delight.

You subconsciously think about how bad you wanna ride her until the next morning for that comment. But your mental commentary is cut short by a sudden surge of pain going across your backside.

*SMACK*

"You can't cum until I allow you to cum." She reiterates giving you a forceful slap with paddle in hand.

"Yes ma'am." You respond.

"Call me master." *SMACK*

"Y-yes master."

"Who are you?" *SMACK*

"I am your pet, master."

"And what does pets do?" *SMACK*

"Beg, master."

"What are you begging for, pet?" *SMACK*

"augh... I... I wanna-" *SMACK*

"Too slow. What do you want!?"

"M-more, m-m-master."

"More of what?" *SMACK*

"I want more! I wanna serve you more, master!"

"Ohh... Is that so? Then get back on the table, pet."

"T-t-t-hank you, m-m-master."

You obey her command as she shoves you back down on the padded table. Shortly after, she begins to climb atop you once more, this time bringing her crotch to your face. She looks down to you with a smile as she began to rub the now-soaked area of the lingerie across your nose, cutting off a bit of your air supply. You begin to lose your sanity as the smell of her delinquency invades your nasal cavity. You try to lap your tongue across the cloth that concealed her treasure, however she gives you a quick slap and immediately raises herself up to point a finger at you and gives you a stern warning.

"No tongue. If I don't get to cum, then neither will you. And if I don't wanna cum, you won't make me. Are we clear."

"Yes, master." You respond as you begin to pant with arousal.

She begins to adjust once more, this time facing away from you and planting herself on your face once more.

"You wanna worship my ass?" She asks with a smug demeanor.

"Mmphs, mmmphm." You mumble as your words are suffocated by the flesh of her beautifully shaped posterior.

"What was that, pet?"

"Mmphs, mmmphm!" You try to make out in vain.

"I can't hear you. Speak up." She demands as she then releases you from your fleshy prison.

"MMMPHS-YES! Yes, master." You state as your words finally breach her ears.

She moans lustfully as she begins to reset her position. You begin to kiss her every shape and curve in earnest hopes of pleasing your master. She coos in response to your ministrations as she begins to lean forward. You proceed to go lower and begin to kiss her moistened lips over the cloth of the lingerie. As you begin to nuzzle yourself in between her cheeks, you begin to feel a faint vibration on your dick.

You then remember the things you saw on the counter top earlier. You look to the counter top on your right and notice that the band aids and the bullets have gone missing. You've also notices that the massage wand has disappeared as well. You begin to calculate the possibility that she may have placed the bullets on your needy shaft as you were busy nuzzling her moist crack. Then suddenly, a strong vibration began to shoot across your pelvic region.

She took the massage wand across the skin of your scrotum and set it to a moderate setting. You begin to moan deeply at the new level of bliss in which you've managed to reach. The feelings became too much for you as you felt yourself get close. You knew your master wouldn't approve of what you've had in mind; you wanted to cum and you wanted to do it with as little indication as possible. You began to roll your eyes to the back of your head as you begin to feel a strong surge of energy overtake you. But before you managed to reach the point of no return, the vibrations against your scrotum come to a stop. Suddenly a small stream of clear liquid shot into the air, leaving you to feel unfulfilled. You mentally make a complaint as you are edged off and Fluttershy looks to you with a smirk.

"You thought you were going to have the opportunity of cumming, didn't you? I'll have to punish you for that later."

You took the time to mentally swear at the pink-haired teen that was sitting on top of you as she began to reach back to the panties-portion of her lingerie and slid it to the side. You receive an overwhelming view of her wet pussy as she begins to slide the panties to the side. You also see that a trail of creamy, white secretions begin to bridge the gap between her eager folds and the cloth that once concealed it.

"This isn't your punishment, but you can appeal for a reprieve. Start licking."

You obey without question or comment as you began to place your tongue in between the creamy folds. She begins to shudder as she feels the slimy organ penetrate her.

"Mmm yes. More." She moans out loud.

A series of groans and moans continues to emit from her mouth as she lolls her tongue in satisfaction. You begin to tell that she is close to orgasm as her nails begin to dig into your abdomen. She begins to pant and grind against you instinctively, almost losing her self-control. She gasps loudly as she arches her back and throws her head back as she approaches her climax. Her pink hair begins to blind your vision and fills your nostrils with the scent of pink lemonade. You begin to feel her shudder when suddenly she jumps off of you.

"No! Not yet!" She screams.

She stands to the side of the table as she awaits for her recovery. She begins to give you a deathly glare, but suddenly she begins to smile. In fact, her smile has become sadistically large and her pupils became the size of pins as she asked the next question.

"Umm... Is it okay if I ride you silly and fuck you senseless for a bit."

"HELL YES!" You scream out loud, but then you remembered that you were the one in submission. You remembered your place and corrected yourself. "Uh... I mean... Yes master."

She wastes no time as she begins to hectically, but carefully, remove the band aids from the skin of your veiny erection. She once again climbs on top of you with the small bottle of lube in hand. She then instantly lowers herself down on your manhood and hiccups in surprise as she begins to bottom you out. You groan in bliss as she begins to grind on you, shifting your dick against every muscle in her pussy. You try to hump upwards but you are stopped as Fluttershy places her hand on your chest and forces you to stay down. She looks at you, trying desperately to keep her flowing pink hair from obstructing her view.

"Do you like it, pet? Do you like the way my pussy clamps to you dick?" She asks, demanding your full attention.

"Yes, master. I love it. I've wanted this for so long. Please don't stop, master." You beg.

You look up to her, seeing that her hair becoming messy and finding out that she's suppressing herself by merely biting half of her lower lip. She starts to roll her neck to flip her hair out the way as she begins to bounce up and down in your lap. You grunt as she begins to squeeze your cock with her vaginal muscles, gasping for air in search of a relief to the insurmountable bliss. You then begin to instinctively thrust upward, trying to match her pace. She tries to push you back down, but she loses more of her willpower to do so with each thrust you give. Desperately searching for the air to fill her lungs, Fluttershy rips apart the lingerie top, revealing her large and perky breasts.

She continues to ride atop of you, unleashing a torrent of squeals and high-pitched moans. In turn, you begin to provide a steady rhythm of pants and grunts as she continues to take you to the hilt. She now leans over to you as she looks to untie your hands, giving you more freedom. You take advantage of your new-found privilege and begin to grab at the perky breasts that continued to jiggle with each upward thrust you gave. You clasp at each individual mound, caressing them gently as you begin to nibble on them.

Gasping for more air, she begins to writhe in her lustful agony. She says nothing as she begins to pull your body up to hers, but she finds that it is difficult as you continue to thrust inwards. She extends her arm to reach for her duffle bag, only for it to fall on the floor. She then reaches down to the floor as you continue to thrust inside of her and picks up what would appear to be a leash attached to a collar. She looks at you and begins to make her move, placing the collar on your neck and locking it in place. Satisfied with her work, she pulls on the leash to drag you in for a kiss.

It was not a kiss of love nor affection, but it was of pure, unadulterated lust. There was no need of being neat or proper, as it was feral, primordial even. Your tongues clashed without restraint, fighting as if there was a deep hatred for one another. There was no form, it was only the sound of constant smacking and visual of flickering pink masses. Saliva became the bridge between the two of you as you both paused for a brief moment, a bridge which was continued to be built upon as the war raged onward. Finally, the two of you separated as you took the initiative to pick her up and slammed her against the wall, all-the-while staying inside her.

She gasps quite loudly, as she did not expect this to occur. You give off a smug grin, letting her know that she hadn't won just yet. You begin to rapidly thrust into her as she bounces up the wall and back down again to your shaft. She grabs on to your back, digging her nails into you as she begins to pant wildly. Seeing that she has now lost much of the control she once had, she proceeds to dig her nails deep into your back and drag it across the surface. You feel the intense amount of pain, but you choose to ignore it as you continue to thrust deeply. You continue to assert your dominance, that is until you noticed that one of her fingers had made it inside your anus.

Your steady pace has been interrupted due to the intrusive act done against you. She then gives you a smirk, signalling that she has all but lost the war. She continues to keep herself impaled on your throbbing mass but this time she guides you to the table forcefully. She then knocks you down on the table, briefly breaking the contact that was made between the two of you. Suddenly, you notice that something is amiss. She is just looking at you, smiling sadistically as she approaches you.

"My turn." She whispers slowly.

Her movements become slower and more precise as she began to climb atop you once again. She took a deep breath, closes her eyes and regained her focus. As soon as her eyes opened, they were brighter and shinier than ever. She instantly dropped herself upon you as you entered her once more. Screaming loudly she began to glow a faint pink and suddenly she grew wings.

You were surprised that she managed to have wings, so surprised that you grabbed them at a moments notice. You began to caress them as she began to rapidly rise and fall against your meaty flesh. Gently caressing her wings, you begin to make you way upwards. However, she had different plans for you. She pushed you back down and placed but one of her hands on your chest. You try to move, but with her new-found strength it proves to be a futile effort. Furthermore she is giving you that same smile she gave you since you two first started. You look to where her other hand has gone and see that she is hiding something behind her back. You wonder what it is and opt to ask, but you soon found out.

"Oh no." You say out loud. "OH PLEASE NO!" You begin to beg as she continues to smile at you.

"Oh yes, my lovely little pet. I rode you silly, and now it's time I fucked you senseless!" She says smiling at you.

You scream as you feel a phallic device enter your anal cavity. It wasn't very large, but it still caused you to feel some pain on the initial entry. She continues to hold you down as she continues to ride you and inserts the toy simultaneously.

"I want you to cum. I want it all inside me. I want a lot of it. And I won't get as much as I want if I don't milk you for everything you've got." She states endearingly.

You begin to feel the initial pain of the insertion subside and now you begin to feel something different than what you would never expect from this: pleasure. You begin to moan as she activates the vibration inside you while riding you. You begin to build up a lot faster than you would expect yourself to under normal conditions. Suddenly, you feel that Fluttershy has tightened her vaginal muscles exponentially. You look up to see that she is rolling her eyes to the back of her head.

"Unnngh! I-I-I can't! I'M COMING!" She screams to the top of her lungs.

She compresses and releases her vaginal muscles around your pulsing dick, sending shock waves of pleasure through your body. Her orgasm is intensified as she accidentally bumps your throbbing meat against her g-spot, causing her to instinctively slam her hips down on you repetitively. With each time she rose back up to slam back down, a clear stream of fluid would fountain from her pulsing hole, landing on your face and amongst the many other things in the office. She continues to ride out her climax in eager ambition to milk you dry.

You too, began to approach you climatic end as you continue to feel the vibrations of the toy rock your prostate. You begin to thrust upwards, trying to rid yourself of the painful endeavor of being on edge all day. You reach for the device inside you and begin to pump in and out as well as increasing the vibration settings as well. Your thrust inside Futtershy become more desperate as you fell yourself approaching.

With a final pump of the vibrator, you try to pull out in time only for Fluttershy to hold you in place. Surrendering to bliss, you let go of a massive load inside of Fluttershy. Screaming out her name, you pull on her hair and begin to lock on to her lips without remorse. She is initially caught off guard, but she succumbs to the kiss as you pump out the remainder of your climax.

As you begin to get relaxed, you see Fluttershy stand above you. She begins to crouch above your face and opens her warm, moist folds and allow the contents to drip. You open your mouth to take it all in, savoring every drop. The taste is a little on the salty side but you find that you don't have much of a choice in the matter. Fluttershy begins to giggle.

"My, aren't you kinky?" She quips.

"Look who's call the kettle black." You rebut.

You look at the clock on the wall in order to get a sense of the time. You begin to panic as you see that it is 8:07 p.m.

"Oh shit, we forgot to close up!" You scream.

"Uh oh... That's not good." Fluttershy agrees.

As you begin to find another one of those surgical garbs, you take a mental note to check something off your list:

~~STEP 1: Help the girl out with the animals.~~

~~STEP 2: Avoid all circumstances in which any possible cock-blocks are present.~~

~~STEP 3: Seduce the girl into a little romance.~~

~~STEP 4:~~ GET FUCKED SILLY

STEP 5: $$$PROFIT$$$

The next day, you felt a little more energized for school. You had a bit of a pep in your step and you even wore a smile on your face that no jackass could wipe off. You strutted down the hallways as if you were the badass of the school. Nobody could touch you. That is, unless it was Fluttershy, who you were on your way to visit this morning. As you turned the corner you see that she was talking with four other girls and they were all giggling amongst each other. You see that she's rather caught up in conversation, so you begin to walk away. When suddenly...

"Hey, Anon! Come over here, I want to introduce you to some friends of mine!" You hear Fluttershy call out to you.

Not wanting to be rude, you acknowledge the request and walk over. As you begin to get closer, Fluttershy begins to run to you and drag you into the social circle.

"Anonymous, these are my friends. Meet Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Pinkie Pie and Applejack!"

"Oh um... Hello and good morning to all of you ladies." You extend you hand to all of them.

"Oh my, such a gentleman." One voice called out.

"Hey! Awesome meet, Flutters." Another voice calls out.

"Looks like a pretty decent guy! Pleased ta'h meet ya!" A voice with a southern accent calls out.

"Oooh! So you're the one that Fluttershy met up with at the animal shelter!" A loud voice calls out.

Just as you finish shaking hands with all the others, the school bell rings, signaling the start of the first class. You all begin to head off to you separate ways. Before you leave into your first period class, you hear a girl with a southern accent trying to get your attention.

"Oh uh... Howdy partner."

"Yes how may I- Oh, you must be the one that Fluttershy called Applejack?" You ask in surprise.

"Darn tootin'! Hey Ah gotta ask ya fer sum help. Mah big brother managed to break his arm yesterday and Ah won't be able ta stock up at the store AND run the cashier at the same time. So maybe, y'know, if yer free..."

"Sure! No problem. I'll see what I can do."

"Um... between me an' you, Granny Smith don't take too kindly ta strangers askin fer mon-"

"I'm only a volunteer. No more, no less." You interrupt her sentence.

"That's good news! Ta know that ya meet someone who works fer others before himself. Ah like that." She says with a smile.

"Just give me a time and I'll be there." You answer back.

"Hmm... does 4 p.m. sound good?"

"I can do 4 p.m."

"Great! See ya there, cowboy."

"Okay." You answer back. You begin to reach out for the door you hear Applejack mumble out to you.

"Ya better be up fer a ride, partner." She says before she runs off to her next class.

You only stand in the doorway for a few seconds before mentally rehashing that list you made yesterday, with a small change of course.

STEP 1: Help the girl out with the inventory.

STEP 2: Avoid all circumstances in which any possible cock-blocks are present.

STEP 3: Seduce the girl into a little romance.

STEP 4: ???

~~STEP 5: $$$PROFIT$$$~~

Author's Note

Had a bad case of writers block. So I wanted to try to force myself out of it. Needless to say it worked. Leave your comments and opinions below.

~~Is it bad that I got boners from writing this?~~

Thank You Announcement!

Allow me to take your time for a brief moment and say this:

OHMAIGOSH! THANKYOUSOMUCH!!!

*Ahem* Now many of you may not know this but my stories never really get past 100 views in the first month, let alone +150 views in the first 6 hours. I think I may have done something right to get this much attention. Now I know some of you are like:

~LOLOLOL EXPLIZ FIC! LE DOWNVOTE! 0/10 WUD PISS ON! HAHAHAHAHA!

~hardy har har u suk!

~your stories are shite.

~you can't get views because your stories aren't attention grabbing or interesting enough.

~Ehhh, not my cup of tea.

The last two reasons are excusable, but as for the the others if I may say something on the matter, I will say this:

It's a story that I took the time out to write. If you don't like it, either tell me why or leave it be. Tell me what I need to hear and not what I want to hear. What am I doing wrong? What can I improve on? What didn't you like about the story? Y'know, the simple stuff.

I may not have the writing skills of EXOCLEIF, Bronycurious, or Inferno Rainbow Dash (just to name a few). Hell, I'm not even a writer (I am a musician), so most of the things about writing or proof-reading are still a foreign concept to me. But at the same time I've been inspired (and aroused) by the stories of others, so much that I wanted to pick up the art form for myself. And on that note, I say this: ~~Don't look at my first fanfic. It's terribad.~~ Encourage others who are new. Don't be so quick to downvote! And if you see that they are at least trying to give a story some life, then guide them. Hell, I wish I had some inspiration to finish my first fic. And my second one didn't start off too well either (but it is getting better with each chapter I add). So to you guys, the viewers, I give you my thanks for my greatest success thus far. And now to the announcement.

With the current start that this story has, I began to question myself on whether or not to continue with the story line in separate fics (based on each of the mane 5 of course). Also I wanted to know what would you think about a reappearance from Fluttershy in the later stories. I wanna hear from you guys.

And once again, thanks you for reading.

Author's Note

TL;DR

Thank you.
What did I do right/wrong?
Help others instead of prejudging because it isn't your favorite author.
Sequel or no?