Last night was wonderful. You remember finding Anon asleep on your guest bed, so tired from a rough day that he hadn’t bothered to tuck himself into bed, or even to remove his clothing. This simply would not do, and so you, as a responsible caretaker, had liberated him from his oppressive garments, revealing his smooth and beautiful skin… well, it would have been beautiful, had it not been covered in bandages. Those too were oppressive, but perhaps, you had thought, it might be best to leave them on for now.

“Perhaps he might get lonely” was the thought that came to you next. After all, it was a rather large bed, even for his massive body. So large, in fact, that you remember once having Mr. Bear sleep on it after he had been mauled by a dragon. The bed clearly could hold not only Anon, but also perhaps another, and so you knew you just had to sleep there with him.

That night, you laid down next to your naked furless ape, wrapped your forelegs around him and had the best sleep you have had in years. It would have been the best sleep you had in your entire life, but a good night’s sleep is ideally accompanied by a good awakening, and you woke up not with Anon in your embrace, but a pillow. Hugging pillows is no way to sleep, it’s for sad mares who can’t even attract a stallion. Sure, you may have had a few oversized pillows that may have had Discord’s figure on their pillow case, but you were not pathetic and most certainly not a social recluse with no one you could cuddle with.

Your train of thought was broken by a strange sound coming from outside. You rushed to your window to see what it could be, only to discover a sight that you could not believe. Anon, the one whom you had rescued, bandaged, cleaned, fed, and slept with, was standing just outside your house, sucking off the horn of a unicorn as she moaned in pleasure. He was cheating on you!

It made you angry. You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs, burst out the window and sock that unicorn straight in the muzzle. Just who did she think she was, stealing Anon away from you? Well, two could play at that game. She may have had a horn, but you had wings, and in a pinch, you could make a horn. You could be the alicorn princess he always wanted, where she was just a third rate whorse.

You didn’t know how long Anon was going to be out for the day, so if you wanted to surprise him, you would have to act quick. In a closet, you had art supplies, and within only five minutes of quick digging, you found what you had needed – clay. Yellow clay to be precise, as you needed it to match your fur and feathers.

It wasn’t difficult to fasten the clay into a horn, nor to attach it to a headband so that you could wear it form him. If he had a fetish, you knew it was your job to fulfill it, even if that meant getting your hooves a little dirty with clay. There was just one problem – the clay was soft. Anon liked sucking on unicorn horns, and you needed to get the texture right. You had thought for a bit about tossing it in the oven, but that would take ages, and you weren’t sure if a baking oven was really appropriate for firing clay. Instead, you settled for a much simpler solution – freezing it. After moistening the clay just a little with water to make it easier to freeze, you placed it in an ice chest as you waited for Anon to come by.

You snap out of your memories of today’s earlier events and snap back into the most awkward situation you’ve pushed yourself into. “You wouldn’t happen to have a fetish for alicorns would you?” Did you really just say that? Yes, yes you did. In front of you was Anon – shirtless, sweating, and giving you the strangest look, as if you just asked where the last place he took a dump was.

The words “just kill me now” run through your mind as you feel trapped by his gaze. After what feels like an eternity, however, Anon breaks the awkward silence with a sigh and a deadpanned “No.” You search for words to cover up your embarrassment, perhaps by changing the subject, but none come, and your opportunity is lost as Anon walks off to your guest room without speaking or even looking at you. Yep, way to go Fluttershy, you blew it.

As you have always done when placed into a situation where you have made a total fool of yourself, you run up the stairs to your bedroom, throw yourself onto your bed, bury your face into your pillows, and cry. You are not loud, as you do not wish to bring attention onto yourself – there’s no sense in making Anon feel guilty over your own foolishness – but you do cry for what you’d wager to be around an hour or two, drenching your pillow in hot salty tears.

Eventually, you find yourself unable to cry any more, and so you slowly remove your face from your pillow, wipe your eyes with your hooves, and move to push yourself out of bed. When you get up, you see your bunny friend Angel, tapping his feet upon the bed, his eyes reflecting that he was none too happy with you at the moment. You think for a few seconds as to what could be upsetting him, and then it dawns upon you that you have completely lost track of time.

“Oh, I’m sorry Angel,” you say in the most apologetic tone you can muster, “did I forget to feed you dinner?”

Angel shakes his head and sighs. “No, Fluttershy,” says Angel, his words filled with disappointment, “it isn’t time for dinner.” With his head lowered, he climbs up upon your shoulder. “Fluttershy, we need to talk.”

Now, nopony likes hearing the words “we need to talk,” as they almost never mean anything good. It is strange, however, for you to hear these words from one of your animal friends. Although you have been able to speak with animals since you were a filly, most of what they have had to say has boiled down to needing to satiate one of their basic needs – food, safety, love – and rarely, if ever, have they expressed more complex thoughts that one might expect from their equine companions. Whether Angel is an exception, or whether you have merely been paying poor attention to your animal friends, you are uncertain.

“Fluttershy,” Angel begins, a pause in his voice as he contemplates how best to word what he has to say, “you know it hurts me to see you cry. You’re a wonderful mare, but you let others walk all over you sometimes. I know you’re better than that.”

The thought that your crying had upset Angel makes you feel like crying more if there were tears left to shed, however you still find yourself making double breaths as you speak. “It’s. Not. Any. One’s. Fault. I. Just. Blew. It.”

You want to bury your face into a pillow again, but Angel seems to be having none of your whining, and presses you further. “And how do you think you blew it, huh? You think you can get Anon to just hand you his dick on a silver platter? When I see a pretty little bunny lady, do you think I ask her what her fetishes are? Hell no! I take what is mine and they give me what I want. You’re an animal just as I am, Fluttershy. Mark your territory and take what is rightfully yours.”

You aren’t entirely sure what best to make of Angel’s words. Part of you wants to scold him for how he treats other bunnies, but you suppose that perhaps that is just how things get done in the animal kingdom, as none of the female bunnies have ever come to you to complain. Still, you aren’t sure if this would be the wisest strategy with Anon. Ponies and well, whatever Anon’s species is, are supposed to be more civilized than that, and you especially so, given that you are supposed to be the “Element of Kindness.”

“Angel, I don’t think I could ever” – Angel covers your mouth with his paw, preventing you from finishing your sentence.

“Fluttershy, I have two questions for you. First, do you want Anon?”

“Mmhmm,” you say as you nod your head, your mouth still covered by Angel’s paw.

“Second, are you willing to do anything for him?”

You have to think for a second about this one. “Well, almost anything.”

“Close enough. From now on, consider yourself his master. If you want that hot monkey dick, it’s going to be yours. If it helps, tell yourself it’s for his own good. They say those who live alone die earlier, so by giving him a little bit of ‘tough love’, you might just be extending his life.”

“Well…” you say, rubbing a hoof against your chin, “when you put it that way, I suppose it would be okay. I mean it’s not like I’ll be hurting him or anything, just showing him some extra love and affection…”

“Exactly! Now go downstairs and show Anon who’s boss. If you want some tips on how to establish dominance, I’m fairly sure there’s a rope in your shed and” – Angel’s words are cut off by the sound of a doorbell ringing.

“I’m fairly sure I can think of something,” you say as you open your bedroom door to head downstairs.

You answer the door and find Rainbow Dash, who does not look entirely too happy, but has an envelope in her mouth. She spits it out at you, and you attempt to catch the envelope in your hooves, but fumble and drop it.

“Pinkie’s inviting you to another party. Anon’s party,” she finally says.

Well there goes your plans of getting laid tonight. “Anon’s party? Doesn’t it seem a bit soon? I mean, he is still a bit injured.”

“Pssh, yeah,” says Rainbow, rolling her eyes, “Personally I’d rather not go. I mean, I love Pinkie’s parties and all, but well… don’t take any offense to this Fluttershy, but I’d rather not be around Anon for a while. He kind of creeps me out.”

“Oh, I don’t think he’ll mind if you don’t show up,” you say, trying to keep your tone polite so as not to sound like you’re making an underhanded insult. “In fact, I might not even be able to show up, I have umm” – you try to think up a quick excuse that doesn’t involve fucking Anon’s brains out – “some sick critters I need to take care of. Some of my squirrel friends seem to have come down with the flu, and I need to be able to be at their beck and call.”

Rainbow shrugs. “Suit yourself. Just make sure Anon knows to show up on time, or Pinkie and Applejack are going to be pissed.” She turns her back to head out, but pauses to speak once more. “Oh, and in case you change your mind or those critters get better, the party’s at 8.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say as she flies off.

You aren’t sure how best to deal with Anon now that he has a party to attend. If you want to establish dominance, as Angel had suggested, you can’t have him just going off to parties where he might end up having sex with another mare. You could accompany him to the party and try to stick with him the whole time, but knowing Pinkie, she is going to invite half the town over and focus all of the party’s activities on him. As you would rather stay away from all of that attention, and as Pinkie’s larger parties tend to make you feel rather awkward, this seems like a non-option.

The next best idea that comes to mind is to make Anon unable to attend the party. You’re not sure if the injury excuse would still work, as he had clearly been walking around town earlier today, so he must be well enough physically that it wasn’t bothering him anymore.

Barring the injury excuse, the next easiest one to come to mind is a flu. Obviously you don’t have the ability to give him the flu, but if you tell your friends that he has the flu after the fact, then it won’t matter. The only problem is keeping Anon in bed. He’s not going to listen to you if you tell him not to go to the party, so your only option is to incapacitate him. Fortunately, you have just the solution.

Located in your bathroom cabinet, you have a few sleeping pills that you keep for the few days when the timberwolves are howling way too loud for you to get any sleep. You’re not sure what the proper dosage for Anon would be, but you figure that since he’s about twice your size, then using twice the amount of pills should be just fine.

With a couple of dosages of sleeping pills in hand, you head off to the kitchen. Since the cherry pie you baked last night didn’t go over as well as you would have liked, you decide to bake something a little less sexual – an omelette. Yes, there’s absolutely nothing sexual about feeding Anon something which came out of your chicken’s cloaca, nothing at all. And so with three eggs, some crushed up sleeping pills, and some fresh cheese and herbs to hide the taste of said sleeping pills, you produce a rather large omelette, which hopefully Anon will enjoy.

“Oh Anon,” you call out, “I made you lunch. It’s in the living room if you’re hungry.” You aren’t entirely sure if you were loud enough, and after a few seconds, you contemplate calling again a second time, though a bit louder; however, as soon as you can open your mouth to speak again, you hear the guest bedroom door open, and an overheated Anon wearing nothing but a pair of what appears to be a pair of shorts begins stumbling down the hallway like a zompony.

He takes a few wiffs of the air about the room. “Something smells good. That wouldn’t happen to be eggs, would it?”

You let out a childish giggle. “Of course. I own a chicken coop, so if eggs are what you like, I can make them more often. If that is, um, what you’d prefer.”

You can see a smile on Anon’s face as he slices off a piece of the omelette with the edge of his fork, and then savors it in his mouth for several seconds before swallowing. “Well damn Fluttershy, leave it to an animal caretaker to figure out that some of us need actual protein in our diets.”

Protein. You’re not familiar with the word, though you are fairly sure you’ve heard it used in Twilight’s vernacular a few times. “Umm, excuse me Anon, but what exactly is ‘Protein’?”

Anon laughs. “Well let’s put it this way Fluttershy. You ponies might fare well on nothing but veggies and hay, but us humans, we like meat. We’re omnivores, like bears. Fish; eggs; hell, even cows and pigs, though I don’t think I’ll be eating any cows anymore ever since one tried to talk to me a couple days ago.”

So he’s a meat eater. You wonder why he never mentioned that before; you could have made him a nice catfish casserole that would have lasted for days. In any event, you now also know what species he is, human! Yeah, you have no idea what a human is, though by the end of the day you may just be the first pony to say you’ve had sex with one. Or should you even say that at all? Ponies might start to look at you weird. Speaking of things being weird, you should probably speak right about now, lest your conversation turn into one of those “awkward silences.”

“Oh, umm… do cows and piggies not talk where you come from?”

Another laugh comes from your human friend. “If that ain’t the biggest understatement. Where I live, ponies don’t even talk. They’re also not as small as you are, and none of them have wings or horns.”

A thought comes across your head. He doesn’t eat cows here because they’ve spoken to him. If that is the case – “Anon, you wouldn’t happen to have eaten ponies before, have you?”

He shakes his head. “No, ponies and horses are usually considered work animals where I’m from, and most humans don’t tend to eat animals we’ve domesticated. It’d be like eating a friend.”

Friends? Now you’re curious. If humans have such a relationship with their animal companions, perhaps you might just have a chance with him for something even better. You try to be more casual with your next question, instead of blurting it out all at once like you did with your fetish question. “Do humans ever have sex with ponies?”

Anon pauses to finish the last bite of his omelette, stands up and picks up his plate. “Well actually, Fluttershy, it’s considered a huge taboo for us to have sex with animals, which only the lonely and desperate would ever resort to.”

He yawns as he carries his plate off into the kitchen. After a minute or so, he returns, yawning even louder. “I think I’m going to go take a nap. That really hit the spot.”

‘Success,’ you think to yourself as he walks off into his room. Now the only thing left to do is get a good rope and go to work. You think for a moment about where in your house you might have a rope lying around until you remember that Angel mentioned you had one in your shed. Wait, what was Angel doing in your shed? You’ll have to scold him later about that. No one touches your shed.

You head off to your shed, and sure as Angel suggested, there was some rope lying in the corner. You take a pair of gardening shears and cut off a few lengths of rope that can be used for binding Anon’s arms and legs. With the remaining rope, you make a few practice ties to make sure you still remember the knot-tying skills you learned from Applejack for managing unruly animals. It would certainly be a shame if you were to wake Anon up in the middle of failing to tie a simple knot. Fortunately, as it seems, you’ve still got it, and so you sneak off back into the cottage, hoping that Anon should be asleep by now.

With the ropes carried snugly in your mouth, you creep down the hallway and open Anon’s door just slightly. Your eyes are met with the prize they desire, a sleeping Anon, laying shirtless and pantsless on his bed. The only article of clothing on him is that loose pair of shorts that you had seen him wear while eating lunch. You’re not sure why he wears them, as it seems the only purpose they serve is to hide his cock from prying eyes.

You open the door the rest of the way and set yourself about your task. Binding Anon’s feet first seems to be most logical, and the easiest task. You slide the rope underneath his legs and wrap it around his ankles. Within a few seconds, you have him bound tight enough that he cannot move his legs. You check to see if he is still sleeping before going about your next task, and to your delight, he is snug asleep.

You aren’t sure how heavy of a sleeper Anon is, so you can’t turn him on his back and tie his arms behind him, lest the sudden jostling wake him up. Fortunately, you have a solution for this. You place your next length of rope underneath his neck and slide it down underneath his back. Moving his arms across his chest, you wrap the rope around his body, binding his arms to his chest. One really complex knot later, and his arms are now secured. Now it doesn’t matter if he wakes up; he’s all yours.

Oh Fluttershy, you’re going to enjoy this…

(To all of my readers who have noticed that the last sentence of every chapter always ends with the word “Oh”, PSYCH! Enjoy the ensuing clop!)

His shorts have a hole, guarded only by a single button, with which his cock can easily slide through. If they were meant to hide a treasure from you, they obviously do a bad job at it! You unfasten the button, and pull out what is rightfully yours.

He isn’t hard, but this doesn’t stop you from enjoying what you see. You rub the side of your hoof along side it gently, letting yourself feel its texture. It is warm, probably from being trapped inside those shorts all day.

As you stroke him, Anon’s cock grows, however he does not awaken. You begin to wonder if he has having pleasant dreams about you, and in turn, begin to fantasize about everything you want him to do to you. But enough of your fantasies of being rutted, spanked, and called a whore, you have a dick in front of you!

You’ve been craving the feeling of Anon’s dick in your mouth ever since you cleaned up his cum yesterday. Slowly, you drag your tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, and slide it into your mouth. It tastes of sweat, but you don’t care – you’re going to enjoy this. You push your lips down further, letting more of his cock into your mouth and down your throat. As you reach the base, it is difficult to keep yourself from gagging, but you persevere, and force yourself to breathe in through your nose.

You aren’t sure when Anon is going to wake up, but when he does, you want him to enjoy the experience. With his cock still in your throat, you try to wrap your tongue around it as much as you can, and slide it up and down the length of his erection.

After a while, you are start to get a little bit wet yourself, so you think it is about time to take the next step. You remove his cock from the cozy prison of your lips and gently take a seat on top of him. Before you set about taking his mare virginity, however, you lay yourself down upon him, pressing your fur to his chest and place a long kiss upon his sleeping lips in hopes that he might wake up to enjoy what comes next. Alas, however, he does not budge, so you slide your body down to allow his warm, hard member inside you.

You’ve never had a stallion inside of you, so you aren’t entirely sure what qualifies as “big”, but if you had to wager a guess, Anon must be fairly large, because it is difficult to get all of him inside of you. In fact, it hurts a little bit much at first, but as you press your body down onto him and take more of him inside, the pain is replaced with pleasure, and soon, every downthrust you make causes you to crave the next one even more than the last. Like an itch you just cannot scratch, you are relentless, speeding up until your body cannot handle anymore. Shockwaves of pleasure ripple up through your body, and while your mind is almost commanding you to to get off of this wild ride, your body does not listen. You can only hope for a sudden, sweet…

Release. You feel a pulsation from the hard member inside of you as your insides are filled with warm fluid. Taking this as a sign that you can stop, you collapse back onto Anon’s body and rest your head against his chest. Your rest is not for long, however, as you can feel Anon trying to get up from his sleeping position, only to discover that he is both bound by ropes and being held down by a sweaty mess of a cute pony.

“Oh, um… Hi Fluttershy. What are you doing?”

Author's Note

Not being a woman, i have no idea what sex and orgasms feel like for women. Thus, the clop scene you just read is half the product of some rather awkward research on the interbutts, and half the product of me just making shit up. I hope you enjoyed it anyways.

Of note though, I also don't know what sex feels like for a pony.