There are some things in life, you have come to realize, that one just shouldn’t do. Some of these things are obvious. For example, one shouldn’t kick puppies in the face – that’s just fucked up on a number of levels. Other things, one sometimes needs to learn the hard way not to do. For example, spitting into a windstorm blowing in one’s general direction might not seem like a dumb idea at the time, until of course that spit wad blows straight back onto your pant leg, and then everything just feels gross. A select few things, however, simultaneously fall into both of these categories – things that one should know are stupid, things that one may probably have been warned against by one’s own inner monologue, but which for some reason or another, in spite of all of common sense dictating to do otherwise, one chooses to do anyways. One might choose to call these sorts of things “fuck ups.” From a simple objective analysis of your current predicament, you would definitely have to say that you have just fucked up.

Perhaps, however, the phrase “fucked up” might be an understatement. You are currently lying naked on the bed of the mare who had saved you from a bear attack earlier today, covered in your own cum, whilst a pony who you can only assume to be a friend of hers, is shoving her hoof into her face in disgust. Next to that friend is the mare herself, Fluttershy, who can only seem to show surprise at the moment, which comes as a shock to you, as from what little you can gather from your interactions together, she is an incredibly shy pony.

Now might be a good time to offer the two an explanation—if you had one. Unfortunately, before you can find the time to think up an explanation, you hear a voice from another room which lets you know all too well the worst has yet to come. “Fluttershy? Rainbow? What is going on in…”

In the doorway to the room now stands a third mare – Twilight Sparkle. The very same Twilight Sparkle who kicked you out of her house because she thought your species were monsters. You are now woefully reminded of the fact that Fluttershy had told you before she left the house earlier today that she was going to bring Twilight over to apologize to you for her earlier behavior. Perhaps, you think, this is something you should have considered before you decided to masturbate in Fluttershy’s room while she was away. To your surprise again, however, Twilight’s reaction to seeing you in your current state is not one of anger. Instead, she raises an eyebrow and says, “I’m not drunk enough for this,” before walking away from the doorway.

With one pony out of the way, you still have two ponies to deal with over the fact that you have been caught in the act. There’s no way you can think up an excuse quickly enough, so the next best thing is to come up with damage control. You think to yourself for a good few seconds – what does one say when one has fucked up immeasurably and one cannot excuse one’s self? The answer that comes to you is the obvious one. Finally, you speak up.

“So, umm,” you say with a fake laugh, “I’m uh… sorry about that.”

The pony to break their silence first is the rainbow-maned mare standing next to Fluttershy. “You’re SORRY!? Is that all you have to say, that you’re SORRY? Listen mister, I don’t know what you are, but if you don’t get out of Fluttershy’s bed right now, I’m gonna” – she breaks away from her sentence to make a few punching motions with her forehooves.

“Umm… Rainbow, could you please” – Fluttershy tries to interject her friend, but Rainbow is too riled up in anger to notice her soft voice – even if it is a little bit louder than her normal.

“Well? What are you still doing there you feathering monkey? I told you to GET OUT!” Rainbow tries to lunge towards you, causing you to flinch, but she is stopped by one of Fluttershy’s hooves.

“Fluttershy, what are you doing? Can’t you see that” – Rainbow is once again interrupted by Fluttershy, but this time with a much louder, and much more worried tone of voice. “Can’t you see that he’s hurt!?”

Flutteshy points a hoof in your direction, causing Rainbow to give your body a second look. Most of your injuries were on your upper body, so it might seem logical that if her gaze had been focused entirely on your lower body, she might have skipped over them entirely. Furthermore, all of your scars had been covered in bandages. Sure, the bandages had reddened from the blood they had soaked up, but you suppose that it might be possible for someone to not notice that either – if they were blind as a bat or just plain stupid, that is.

At this revelation, Rainbow’s mood shifts away from one of blind anger, however you can tell she is still upset with you – just not about to hoof you in the face. You doubt she will be able to just drop the subject though, and these doubts are soon confirmed as soon as she opens her mouth to speak again.

“Fluttershy, just because he’s injured doesn’t mean he has a right to just go about spanking his monkey dick on your bed.” If this were to anyone but Fluttershy, you would be willing to bed that Rainbow’s voice would have been raised. In spite of her argumentative tone, however, she does her best to keep the decibels down when speaking with her friend.

“Rainbow, I know you’re mad, and I appreciate your concern, but I think I can handle Anon on my own. Even if he’s made a mistake, he’s still a friend, and I’m not going to allow one of my friends to hurt the other.” Fluttershy’s voice is more assertive, and you can tell that she does not want to let Rainbow get a word in edgewise. “Besides, do you really think you’re in the best condition to be getting into a fight?”

“You can’t seriously be saying that this thing is your friend. He’s a total pervert! You don’t know what kind of weird fetishes he could be into” Rainbow doesn’t get much further than this before Fluttershy can no longer stand her verbal tirade. “RAINBOW!” Her voice is loud and quick, enough to grab both you and Rainbow’s attention as she lowers her voice back down to her more neutral and assertive voice. “I don’t care if you don’t like him, but he’s a friend, and I’m not going to allow you to slander him over an honest mistake in a moment of need.”

That last line makes you start to wonder just what kind of impression Fluttershy had of you. Does she see you as some sort of helpless pervert like Rainbow is suggesting? To your knowledge, she knew nothing of your species, and it could be that she’d be perceiving you as having greater sexual needs than those of ponies, but if that was true, you have to wonder why she was so accepting of it. Could it be that she was perverted herself? That would explain why she had snapped so loudly when Rainbow had questioned why she was friends with a pervert. It might also explain why she was so shy around you to the point of being unable to speak her own name – she could very well have little to no experience with social interaction. It doesn’t explain, however, how she managed to become friends with both Twilight and Rainbow. The former you knew had plenty of friends in spite of having a rather busy lifestyle, and the latter seemed a bit quick to anger, though it could just be because she was overprotective. These thoughts are quickly brought to a close as the rest of their conversation is unfolded before you.

“Needs? What do you meen needs? Nopony needs to masturbate – it’s dumb and gross, and even moreso to do it on somepony’s bed. Why can’t he use the bathroom if he’s going to do that?”

You feel a need to contribute your part to this conversation. You did have a reason, even if it was a bit stupid. “Well, actually Rainbow, Fluttershy had told me before she left not to leave the bed “because of my injuries. I’m not about to go and disobey the doctor’s orders.”

This earned Fluttershy a look on Rainbow’s face that could be best interpreted as saying “seriously?” In turn, Fluttershy became more timid before speaking out again. “I-I-I’m sorry, I didn’t realize” – Rainbow cuts her off before she can finish her apology. “What are you apologizing to me for? He’s the one at fault! Telling him to stay in bed isn’t the same as giving him permission to jack off in it.”

There is a shout from the hallway. “Will you girls be QUIET!” This is soon accompanied by the voice’s owner, Twilight, walking into the room with a rather annoyed scowl upon her face. She turns her eyes first to Rainbow.

“Rainbow, you’re not going to get anywhere arguing with Fluttershy. The only thing you’re going to accomplish if you keep at it is a loud screaming match that neither you, I, nor she will appreciate the end of. Moreover, you are still a mess from your crash, and you are also covered in sweat. You came here for a shower, so go take your shower and then we’ll talk about today’s events.”

Rainbow looks as if she is going to formulate a response, but instead sighs and walks into the other room. Twilight then turns to Fluttershy. “Fluttershy, don’t apologize for what isn’t your fault. It’s embarrassing. And no, don’t apologize for apologizing.”

Twilight is quick to turn her gaze to you. Her eyes show that she has had far too long of a day to put up with anyone. “And you,” she says, pointing a hoof at you, “clean yourself up and get some clothes on. We need to talk.” She then walks out of the room, leaving you alone with Fluttershy.

You decide to not let this be any more awkward than it needs to be, and opt for a proper apology to Fluttershy. “Look, Fluttershy, I just want to say, I’m sorry. I have no excuse for what I did, and” – as you are saying this, Fluttershy walks over to a dresser near the bed, and produces a washcloth from a basin of water which had been sitting on it. You’d wager it was there from when she cleaned your wounds while you were unconscious. She approaches you with the washcloth wrapped around her hoof and you begin to put two and two together.

“Wait, you’re not seriously going to” – you end your sentence as the shock of Fluttershy wiping your cum off of you with the warm, wet washcloth overcomes you. Who was she and what did she do with the timid pony that was too scared to say her own name? You want to question her further on this, but you decide against it. You aren’t sure where she pulls her courage from, or for that matter, whether you could best describe her as a shy pony who is sometimes brave, or a brave pony who is sometimes really, really shy. Either way, you feel as if words would ruin the moment, so you sit in silence as Fluttershy uses the washcloth to wipe up every last drop of cum from your body. You let out a low, quiet moan as she cleans the last few bits from the tip of your cock.

Your eyes stay trained on the yellow mare as she carries the washcloth over to the bin, soaks it in the water, and carries the bin out of the room. When she finally leaves your sight, a million thoughts race through your head. Fluttershy had just cleaned your dick.

Why did Fluttershy just clean your dick? Was she interested in you romantically? She just met you! Should you pursue her? She seems nice enough, that’s for sure, and she’s not exactly bad looking for a mare. Sure, it’s cross-species, and you might get a few more bad looks from the townsfolk because of it, but it might be worth it. You contemplate the thought for a few moments before realizing that the situation might not be best for Fluttershy. You could take the whole town hating you, but could she? And moreover, could she even handle being in a relationship? What if what just went on was just a false bravado so that she could convince herself she could do that for you. If you had asked her to do it, would she have been more timid? If something like this happens again, should you be accepting of it? Obviously, you wouldn’t mind having a cute yellow Pegasus to jump your bones every night, but if she gets used to the idea that she can easily have you, what if that bravado she just put on goes away?

Perhaps, you think, it might be wiser to play hard to get. If you feign disinterest, she might try even harder to win you over. If she is interested in you, and she’s willing to put on a little courage for you, then certainly there would be no problem in playing hard to get for a little bit. She doesn’t look like she has any other potential romantic partners, so it’s not as if any crush she has on you is going to fade easily. And if she does give up, you could always proposition her yourself and see where things go from there. Honestly, you think this might just be the best idea you’ve come up with.

Your newfound plan brings a smile to your face as you get up and set about putting on your shirt and pants, which are at the side of the bed. It’s a bit painful to lift yourself out of the bed, and you entertain the idea of just calling Twilight in to talk with you once you’re dressed, but you feel that if you have to stay in that bed for too long, you just might scream. The entire reason you had decided to fap was because you had nothing else to do. You didn’t even have a book to read anywhere within reach of the bed. Getting up, at this point, is a necessity to prevent such mistakes from happening in the future.

Once you are decent, you walk out into the hallway and head towards what you are fairly sure is the living room. As you have not actually seen any part of Fluttershy’s house aside from the room you were put in, you decide to take a quick look at your surroundings. There are a number of birdhouses and animal houses strewn about, either hanging from the ceiling or attached to a wall or her fireplace. Small sets of stairs seem to be placed about to enable easy travel for the animals. Many of the walls also have holes in them for smaller animals to live in. You start to wonder why Fluttershy keeps so many animals in her home, but the better part of your mind tells you that you might not want to know the answer to that question. Finally, your eyes rest upon a green couch. Laying on it is Twilight, who is currently sipping on a glass of a golden-colored wine that she has levitated.

“So,” she begins, placing her drink onto a table next to the couch, “I take it today has not been pleasant for you either?”

You shake your head. In spite of some fairly recent events which you would rather not divulge to Twilight, or for that matter, any other pony, today has in fact been fairly crappy. “Nope. Got mauled by a bear and caught with my pants down.”

“Care for a drink?” Twilight raises a second glass and a still mostly-full bottle of wine with her magic. You decide it would be best not to decline her on this, friends don’t let friends drink alone.

“Sure, why not?” you say, with Twilight already beginning to pour mid-sentence. You extend a hand to accept the drink, and take a sip. It has a strong taste of apples, and you are willing to bet this wine was a gift from Applejack. Placing your glass back down upon the table, you take a seat next to Twilight.

“So. What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

Twilight takes a deep breath and sighs. After taking another sip from her glass of wine, she turns her head back to you. “Okay.” There is a pause for a few seconds as she figures out how best to word what she has to say. “First off, I think I need to apologize for earlier. Humans… probably aren’t as bad as changelings, and you definitely not so. When I kicked you out, I overreacted, and for that, I’m sorry.” She takes another sip of her drink before continuing. “But that doesn’t mean you’re not all foolish, you especially so.”

You laugh a little bit at that line. “Yeah, I suppose we are a bunch of morons. Misguided” – you pause to take another sip of your own glass of wine. It is surprisingly sweeter than most wines, so it was no wonder Twilight kept going back for more – “but oh so very alone, even amongst ourselves.”

“You know you don’t have to be!” There is a serious look on Twilight’s face. “Anon, there’s something else I need to tell you – something I probably should have brought up with you while you were staying at my library.” Oh no – you begin to hope she isn’t about to say what you think she’s about to say. You already have enough on your plate with a potential crush from Fluttershy, adding Twilight to the fray would make things a disaster.

“You really need to get out and make more friends.”

“Wait, what?” The line comes as such a surprise to you that you almost choke on your drink. Nonetheless, it is not enough to keep you from making a retort. “Twilight, if you cared about me having friends, why in the world did you go out and make everyone in Ponyville hate me?”

“I did nothing of the sort.” Once is comedy, twice is tragedy. You need to stop drinking while you are being spoken to, especially when new information may be revealed that may shatter your perception of reality. “All I did was get mad at you. Mind you, a little bit loudly, but I never went out and actively soiled your own good name. You were responsible for that one.”

Now, you weren’t exactly the best at social encounters, but you don’t really see anything you could have done as being bad enough to merit an evil eye and receiving the cold shoulder from nearly every pony you tried to interact with in Ponyville. If Twilight truly had no hand in it, she would need to present some fairly good evidence to the contrary. “Okay Twilight, explain.”

“Alright, Anon, let’s start out with something simple. You were living in my library for three months, correct? How many times have you left the library, without me, to go out and socialize? How many of the ponies in Ponyville other than me have you actually spoken with?” You pause to think for a bit. It was a long three months indeed, but you spent almost all of it in the library reading books after you had Cheerilee teach you the Equestrian alphabet, which thankfully was just a cipher of the Latin alphabet with which you were accustomed. You wanted to learn as much as you can about Equestria as you could, so you turned to books to study its history, its physics (which were, for the most part, similar to what you knew about on Earth, but you still weren’t sure how the hell magic worked), and its culture among other things. Sure, you spoke with Twilight about a few things, but you didn’t want to bother her with every one of your relatively simple questions about the inner-machinations of how this world ticked.

Sensing you have taken way too long in thought, Twilight decides to provide an answer for you. “The answers are zero and five. You have left the library only two times, both while traveling with me. Once was to visit Cheerilee so you could learn how to read our books, which took all of a half an hour, and the other time was to visit my friends at Sugarcube Corner, of which only Pinkie Pie and Applejack were able to show up at the time. While there, you managed to turn down a party invitation from Pinkie celebrating your arrival in Ponyville, and when she insisted, you told her to back off because you ‘didn’t like parties’. You managed to make Pinkie become depressed for a week and made Applejack not want to talk to you because you were so damn rude to her. Beyond them, the only ponies you ever spoke to, both of which in the library, were Cloud Kicker and Lyra. You dismissed the former as a harlot within 5 minutes of talking to her, and dismissed the latter as creepy, merely for wanting to know what your hands felt like. Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that you’re grateful to her for saving your life, I doubt you could even find a way to make friends with Fluttershy, and she’s just about the sweetest pony in Ponyville. I don’t know what your life was like back on Earth, but here in Equestria, you won’t go very far if you push everypony away from you. If the only thing a pony knows about you is your antisocial encounters with other ponies – even if they are a bit weird – of course they’re going to have a bad impression of you.”

Okay, maybe you fucked up a little—a lot. Back on Earth, you weren’t exactly the most social person, and bad habits are hard to break. You don’t try to be mean to everyone you talk to, but you don’t tend to talk to a lot of people. In your defense, Lyra was rather creepy – she had been staring at you for five days through the library window before she bothered to talk to you, and the first thing she decided to to talk to you about was how your hands felt. You were fairly sure she had the same intentions as Cloud Kicker, who had made seemingly no shame in the fact that she was trying to have sex with you. Quite literally, her first words to you were “hey, you ever had a pony ride before?” At least she was easy to tell off; you’re fairly sure Lyra might still be watching you sometimes.

You break your train of thought as Twilight continues with her lecture. “Speaking of bad impressions, you might want to reconsider whether or not it’s such a good idea to carry a harpoon around town. I’ve had a decent number of ponies coming to me, scared that you might just kill them.”

It seems you are rather good at making mistakes these days. You make a mental note to find a place to stow any weapons you make for hunting or fishing someplace where other ponies aren’t going to find them in the future. In any case, you feel it might be best to stop fucking up, so you decide to ask Twilight for her advice.

“Alright Twilight, since we’ve already established that I’ve basically dug myself a giant hole, how would you suggest I go about un-fucking up my life?”

“Well you could start by apologizing to all of the ponies you’ve managed to piss off.” There is a hint of snark to her voice, almost mocking of the fact that you did not realize the obvious solution to the problem. You decide to ignore her tone, however, as it could easily be argued that you deserved it, and she was after all, currently drinking.

“Well then, when my upper torso doesn’t resemble that of a mummy, I suppose I’ll go out and make a few apologies. No idea what I’ll do after that though.” You try to smile to make things seem as if that last line wasn’t a reflection of your hopelessness living in Ponyville, but the truth is obvious. Skipping town isn’t an option, but in Ponyville, even if you managed to apologize to everyone you’ve angered, there still remained the fact that, aside from Fluttershy and Twilight, you have no friends, and you aren’t very good at making them. Moreover, there is the fact that you are pretty much on permanent stay in a small farming town without any reputation nor a means to actually make a living. You have no skills applicable to their current market that you can think of, and it is doubtful that Twilight would let you stay at her Library under your previous arrangement. For the first time in your stay here in Ponyville, you are beginning to wonder just what the hell you were going to do with your life.

“Anon, are you okay?” As it seems, you are very bad at hiding how you’re feeling, as there is a look of genuine concern on her face. “You’ve got your head hung rather low; you seem down.”

Much as you don’t like talking about how you’re feeling, you realize lying will get you nowhere. You look Twilight in the eyes and speak what is on your mind.

“Twilight, I suck at making friends. Never had more than 4 back on Earth not counting my family. I have no idea what the hell I’m going to do once I’ve healed myself and apologized to everyone, I have no idea how I’m going to make a living for myself. I thought I could just skip town and start somewhere else anew, but now that I look at things, if I tried that, I’d just end up fucking up in the same way. So I guess, I’d just like to know where to head from here.”

Twilight lets out a short laugh and finishes off her glass of wine. “One thing at a time, Anon, one thing at a time. For now, let’s just focus on repairing the damages you’ve already caused.”

The next ten minutes or so pass by without much conversation between you and Twilight, but the two of you do manage to finish half the bottle of wine before Rainbow comes into the living room, her mane freshly wet from the shower. She casts a gaze upon you for a few seconds before turning her head away and walking up a set of stairs. She gets about halfway up the stairs before the sound of an oven timer goes off. Although you can definitely tell she is still a bit pissed off at you, that sound can mean only one thing, which is soon accompanied by a soft yet loud call from Fluttershy – “Dinner time!”

The three of you make your way to the kitchen, where Fluttershy has already set the table with four large pies – Cherry by the looks of it – and has as well placed aside a few dishes for the various animal friends of hers that live inside the house. After a few bites of Fluttershy’s home cooking, you conclude that she would probably make a good housewife. You keep this to yourself, however, as this would not only run contrary to your current plans for her, but would also make the already awkward state of the dinner table even more awkward. No one is talking outside of a few short pleasantries, such as “this is some good pie, Fluttershy,” or “thanks for the meal,” followed immediately afterwards by Rainbow getting up and walking out of the room.

Twilight is the next to finish her meal, and so she quietly excuses herself, leaving you alone at the dinner table with Fluttershy. She attempts to break the silence. “So, umm… do you like my pie, Anon?”

“I suppose it’s fairly good.” You say this without making any eye contact with her as you lift up another piece of pie with your spoon. You want to seem aloof, but approachable, so as to give her incentive to try harder.

“You know if you’d like, I’ve got some even better cherry pie that you might enjoy.”

She did not just make a double entendre at the kitchen table, did she? Yes, yes she did. If ever there was a confirmation that this mare was totally into you, this was it. Nonetheless, you want to see how far she’ll be willing to chase you. You finish up your last bite of pie and stand up to excuse yourself from the table. “Good to know, Fluttershy, though I think for right now I should get to bed. It’s getting dark, I have a big day tomorrow, and I probably shouldn’t be up and around too much today, what with these wounds and all.”

“Alright, but if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask,” she says as you walk out of the room.

You pass through the living room to see Twilight lying on the couch with a book levitated above her face. You contemplate saying “good night” or some other similar pleasantry, perhaps a “thank you” for what she’s done for you today, but you decide against all of it and leave her to her book. Turning the corner into your room, you crash out onto the bed, falling asleep quickly from the combination of alcohol and the summer heat…

…And wake up naked, with something soft and furry touching your dick—Flutershy’s hoof.

Oh yeah!

Author's Note

Realized that Anon staying in Twilight's library for 3 months could reasonably be a plothole without a proper explanation, so I added in some backstory. New chapters should try to strike a balance between slice-of-life style plot and Flutterrape shenanigans.