There is a mare sitting on you. Fluttershy, to be specific. For the past 10 minutes or so, she’s been grinding your crotch while believing you were asleep. You suppose in hindsight it probably would have been best to not let her tie you up, but that would result in awkwardness and no sex, which would contradict your earlier decision to let her take things as she would. Besides, being tied up feels a little bit kinky once you get used to it.

You open your eyes to see Fluttershy’s mane strewn across your chest, her head resting upon you so that she can hear your heartbeat. The words “how adorable” seem to come to mind, but you can’t exactly say them, lest you cease feigning disinterest. And now that you think about it, she’ll probably realize that you’re awake in just a few seconds, so it might be best to start saying something.

You try to lift yourself up a bit, only to realize that your binds are tight. Your movement, however, seems to jostle Fluttershy a bit, and she turns her head to look you in the eyes. For a few odd seconds, you find yourself staring at her. There is a glow about her face that shows that today has probably been one of the best days in her life. You try to think of something to say.

Remembering that you’re not supposed to show interest, you try to think of what someone who didn’t want a dick ride at this particular moment would say. “Oh umm… Hi Fluttershy. What are you doing?”

Perfect! With the right luck, she’ll be ready for round two in no time… or not.

“Eep!” Fluttershy jumps off of your dick, and without saying anything else, rushes out the door in a panic.

Great, you scared her. Furthermore, you’re still tied to the bed, with nothing to read, and no ability to jack off. The only thing you can do is wait for Fluttershy to come to her senses and untie you, or just sleep. You decide to do that latter.

When you wake up, you look at the clock handing on the wall. It is 7:20. You remember that Pinkie Pie’s party is at 8, and that walking into town isn’t exactly something you can do in a short amount of time. Showing up late isn’t in your best interests. Now would be a good time to get ready to leave, possibly taking a quick shower, but it appears that would be off the list of things you can do right now.

There is no way you can get out of your current situation without making things awkward. “Hey Fluttershy,” you call out as loud as you can, “do you think you can untie me? I have a party I need get to!”

Three minutes pass with no answer. You call out again, hoping she was just busy the first time. “Fluttershy! Do you think you can untie me now?”

Still no answer. You are beginning to get worried. You start to struggle, trying to get out of the binds, but they are too strong, and you think Fluttershy might have added more ropes while you were asleep. You call out one more time. “Hey Fluttershy, Would you PLEASE untie me? I don’t want to be late for Pinkie Pie’s party!”

To no surprise, you receive no answer. Hope is lost. You watch the clock, counting the minutes as it approaches 8. 7:30, 7:35, 7:40… still no Fluttershy, and you are still in binds. At this rate, you won’t just be late, you’ll be a no-show, AWOL to your own party. You begin to think of Applejack. She was willing to forgive you for your earlier behavior, but only if you showed up to Pinkie Pie’s party. Not showing up could probably earn you a hoof in the face. And yet, you let yourself get tied up by Fluttershy, all for pussy.

7:47. If you left right now, you’d be fashionably late. 7:55. At this point, anypony expecting you to show up early will be wondering where you are. 7:59. You watch the second hand on the clock inch its way towards your doom. Somewhere in Ponyville, a pink mare is going to be disappointed, along with any of her party guests. 8:00. You want to scream obscenities at the top of your lung, just to let Fluttershy know how royally fucked you are, but somehow you can’t will yourself to do it.

8:05. Tap, tap, tap. You hear something knocking at your window. You turn to see who it is – Lyra. There is a smile on her face, and she waves at you. You mouth the words “help me,” hoping she will be able to understand, only to find her making a bunch of silly faces at you, mocking your predicament. You roll your eyes.

“Okay, fine!” A mint-colored aura envelops the window, and it slides open, allowing Lyra to jump down onto your bed.

“Please, you have to help. I’m due at Pinkie’s five minutes ago and Fluttershy’s tied me up,” you say, your words rushed as if you were trying to give her instructions on how to defuse a bomb set to go off in a minute.

Lyra stares at you blankly before opening her mouth in an obviously faked expression of shock. “I seem to have encountered an alien species. Why, it looks like he’s trying to communicate with me.”

You begin to contemplate whether or not it would be a good idea to strangle Lyra the next time you get the chance. “Lyra, for the love of… I already established several weeks ago that Equestrian and English are the same language. I know you can understand me, so just untie me!”

She places a hoof on her chin and leans closer as if to examine you like a scientist. “I wonder what he could be saying. Or is it even a he? One can never tell with alien species.”

You don’t have time for this crap. You have a party to get to and every second you waste is another second you piss off the entire town. Desperate times call for desperate measures. “Lyra, if you drop the act and untie me right now, I will let you grope my hands again, no questions asked.”

It takes Lyra a few seconds to process what you have said before giving you a simple answer. “Fine. But I’m not taking it right now. I’m going to play with your hands when you least expect it. In fact, I might just do it at night when you’re sleeping.”

Great, another thing to worry about. Fluttershy tying you up is one thing, but if Lyra’s going to be sneaking around, it might be worth it to start locking your door, lest you wake up to your creepy unicorn friend licking your feet in the middle of the night.

“There,” says Lyra as the last of the knots are undone. Creep or not, at least she can be helpful with the right motivation.

Having spent hours of being tied to a bed, your muscles are begging for you to give them a good stretch, but with the rush of adreinaline coursing through your body, your brain does not let you take any actions that might be time wasting. You rush to get all of your clothes on as fast as possible, taking several quick glances at the clock, and noticing that the second hand is moving three times as slow as you would have thought it would. Lyra gives you an impressed whistle at how quickly you managed to get a pair of pants, shirt, and shoes on, but you are too busy to acknowledge her, and within a few seconds, you have climbed up onto the windowsill, dropped onto the ground outside the cottage, and are starting to run as fast as you can in the direction of Ponyville.

It isn’t long before Lyra manages to catch up to you, out of breath from running and barely able to speak. “Why are you… in such… a hurry? You’re already… gonna die.”

Realizing there’s likely no way for you to avoid some sort of trouble tonight, you start to imagine a few not-so-realistic scenarios involving your punishment. Your mind jumps to the thought of Applejack and Pinkie Pie taking turns beating you with a paddle while you are tied up in Fluttershy’s guest room and you begin to wonder whether or not you may just be very perverted. You turn to Lyra, who is following close behind you, and she flashes you a smile.

“I’m a very fucked up person, aren’t I?” you finally say.

Lyra laughs. “Yeah, you are pretty fucked up.” She seems to wonder off into her thoughts for a bit before adding, “but you’re not the most fucked up guy in Ponyville.”

This would have raised an eyebrow out of you, but you are quite aware of the situation from which you have most recently escaped. Still, it does make you curious. “Okay, so who’s the most fucked up pony here?”

Lyra’s answer is quick and filled with a few chuckles as her mind jumps to think of what you can only assume to be the most depraved citizens of town. “Sorry Anon, I can’t tell you that one. This town’s fairly good at keeping its secret nightlife secret, and I’m not about to go and break that trend. I can tell you this much though – you are more screwed up than about 65 percent of the town, 70 percent if you actually end up staying with Fluttershy. The remaining 30 percent can get quite kinky if you know the right ponies to talk to, which half of Ponyville is blissfully unaware of, so don’t go about asking.”

As you approach the center of Ponyville, only a few blocks away from Sugarcube Corner, you begin to wonder just who could be in that perverted 30 percent. Obviously Fluttershy would fit in, though you don’t think she is the kind who would be listening to the gossip of the town. Cloud Kicker no doubt would be up there, but you can’t see her blabbing much.

“Okay Lyra, just give me one name, I’m curious.”

She smiles. “I’ll give you two hints. The first is that every perverted pony in Ponyville is a mare, and the second is that all of them are either friends with Twilight, or friends with a friend of Twilight’s.”

You approach the door to Sugarcube corner and do not bother to knock. Since you’re fashionably late, you might as well not keep everypony waiting. The scene that awaits you can be best described as chaos, as Pinkie Pie is desperately trying to keep her several dozen party guests from leaving. You can only imagine that the reason for this would be the missing guest of honor.

It does not take long for the frenzy to come to a halt, however, and soon everypony’s eyes are on you. You look to the clock. 8:25. You are 25 minutes late, and somehow Pinkie managed to keep her guests from walking out. You suppose you owe it to her for that. Knowing that she will probably be very mad, you take the initiative to make your apology first. You walk up to the pink party mare and give her a hug.

“Sorry I’m late Pinkie. I’ve had a very hectic last hour or so”

To your surprise, she doesn’t yell at you. She doesn’t slap you either, or do anything to punish you for breaking a promise. Instead, she tightens the hug. “I understand Nonny. Fluttershy can be a little bit loco in the coco at times.”

“Wait what? How did you… were you there?”

Pinkie laughs. “No. Lyra’s just very good at sign language.”

You turn back to Lyra to see her shaking her head. “Hey, don’t look at me. I didn’t say anything.” Of course you didn’t, you think to yourself as you let yourself out of the hug. As you release Pinkie from your arms, however, you notice that she has a mischievous smile on her face. Oh fuck, what is it now?

Before you can ask her what she is so happy about, Pinkie Pie pins you to the ground and kisses you square on the lips, holding her lips on yours for several awkward seconds before separating from you. “That’s for coming anyways. A party’s never fun if the guest of honor doesn’t show up.”

You flash the pink mare a smile as you slowly remove yourself from under her weight. A thought drifts to your mind as you think about what just happened. I’m not going to have to deal with two mares trying to screw me, am I?

“No, only Fluttershy’s that crazy. But we all love her anyways.”

Your eyes turn to Pinkie Pie and you begin to wonder if you were thinking out loud. It doesn’t take long for you to find your answer, however. “Don’t worry, your thoughts are safe with me.” Before you can question your situation further, however, she trots off to another area of the room to converse with some other ponies, singing a short “tra la la la la”, as if nothing had happened. At this point, you begin to realize that Pinkie Pie might not be the best pony to question too deeply, so you scan the party for something fun to do, or someone to talk to.

The party’s activities are varied, as if to try and accommodate the interests of a town that just can’t agree on what to do together, or as if planned by a pony who took everything that might be used in a party, crammed it into a cannon and let it spew forth its contents all over the room. In one corner of the room, you can see a few fillies playing pin the tail on the pony, and in another, you can see Applejack and her family bobbing for apples. There are a few dozen ponies dancing in the center of the room to the sounds of rave music as a strobe light illuminates the room. You start to wonder whether it would be a good idea to join them, in spite of the fact that you are terrible at dancing, but you manage to notice in the corner of your eye, a few familiar ponies sitting at a bar. Cloud Kicker, Lyra, and some magenta-colored earth pony are all enjoying shots on Sugarcube Corner’s cake display counter, which had been quickly converted into a makeshift bar.

You meander over to them and take a seat on the stool next to Lyra. You ask the barkeep, Mr. Cake, for a buttery nipple, earning you a lustful look from both Lyra and Cloud Kicker.

“So Anon,” says Cloud Kicker, finishing off her shot of screaming orgasm, “I heard you had some fun with Fluttershy earlier. Feel like sharing at all?”

Normally you aren’t the kind of guy to kiss and tell, but given that Lyra had already made it clear with her inane sign language to who knows how many ponies, you decide it wouldn’t hurt to share a few details. “Well, I suppose it might have been a lot more fun had she not tied me up first, but I did get to cum inside of her, so I mean –”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Cloud Kicker interrupts, “I meant if you were still up for sharing Fluttershy. I didn’t say you had to share details.” The thought of getting into a threesome with Fluttershy causes you to blush for a moment before you remembered that she had asked that question to you earlier. “Hey, didn’t I already tell you to ask Fluttershy first? What did she say about it?”

This causes Cloud Kicker to slump into the counter. “Didn’t ask her. Pussied out and messed around with Berry instead.”

“Hey!” shouts the earth pony sitting next to her, “don’t go bragging, Cloud, or you’re not going to have any more red-headed slut to have fun with.” Cloud Kicker slumps further into the counter, leaving the four of you to sit in awkward silence for several minutes as you slowly slurp down the buttery nipple in your shot glass.

It’s Lyra who finally breaks the ice again. “Hey Anon, are you going to be able to go home tonight? Because if you need to get away from Fluttershy for a few days, I could put you up in my cabin before you go out and talk to her again.”

The idea seems tempting to you. On one hand, it would allow you to get away from the awkwardness of having to talk to Fluttershy tonight. On the other hand, however, it might make Fluttershy think she went too far, and give up on you entirely. You start to wonder how long you could reasonably escape from her without causing her to lose interest, and come to a compromise that one night wouldn’t kill your plans. After that, however, you would have to talk to come home to Fluttershy, where you will most likely need to talk to her about the events that transpired earlier this evening.

“You know what Lyra? I’ll take you up on that,” you finally say. “But just for tonight. I don’t want to go missing out on sweet mare vag for too long.” This elicits a saucy smile from the downtrodden mare sitting between Lyra and Berry. “Who says you need to miss out on anything? How about I join you two, and in the morning we can go have a threesome with Fluttershy?”

You take a short dramatic pause before giving her an answer. “Hmm… I suppose I’d be up for that… but you’re not going to pussy out this time, are you?”

Cloud Kicker shrugs. “I don’t think I’m going to have a choice if I walk home with you, now am I?”

“Then it’s a date!” says Lyra, pumping a hoof in the air. “A threesome tonight, and a threesome tomorrow night!” You turn to Lyra at the sudden realization that tonight just might get a little more awkward. Before you could inquire further, however, Cloud Kicker clears her throat and begins to speak. “Aren’t you forgetting about someone?”

It takes Lyra a few seconds to process Cloud Kicker’s words before she slams her hoof in her face. “Fuck, how can I forget about Bon Bon? Okay, okay… we’ll make it a foursome.” This results in a simultaneous dual-facehoof and facepalm of everyone at the bar.

“Lyra…” says Cloud Kicker in a slow tone, as if trying to explain something to a child, “you have a couch. As much as I believe the more the merrier, Bonnie isn’t going to be happy with a stranger in her bed. How about Anon and I take the couch, while you go and make your fiancée happy that you don’t have to explain to her who you brought home from the bar and into the bedroom today, hmm?”

Lyra sighs and hangs her head in defeat. “Alright, you guys win. I just wanted to be in on the fun is all.”

You place a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, I’m not saying I wouldn’t be up for it, but now wouldn’t be the best of times. Maybe when we get to know her a bit more, yeah?”

“If it makes you feel better,” Cloud Kicker adds, offering a hug to Lyra, “I can offer you and Bonnie a special service before I hit the sack with Anon.”

After a few more drinks, you, Lyra, and Cloud Kicker eventually take to the dance floor, only to discover that you are a worse dancer than Twilight. Fortunately for the rest of the partygoers, you are quickly removed from the dance floor by Pinkie Pie, who hands you a microphone and demands that you sing karaoke with her. Needless to say, you sing as bad as you dance, but you manage to have a bit more fun doing it.

The rest of the party goes by without much event. You try to introduce yourself to a few more of the ponies of Ponyville, but it doesn’t take you long to realize that perhaps you may have had a bit much to drink, and end up sitting back with Lyra and Cloud Kicker, chatting the party away.

The party does not last long, and after just 2 hours of drinking, singing, dancing, and socializing, you, along with many ponies, find yourself itching to head home. Given that Pinkie Pie’s parties are frequent, it has become an unspoken rule that they should not last long into the night, lest the town find itself too tired to work every morning.

Lyra’s house is about as far a walk away from Sugarcube Corner as Fluttershy’s house is. Her cabin lies on the outskirts of Ponyville, near Sweet Apple Acres. As you pass by the Apple family farm, you begin to wonder whether or not it would be a good idea to confess to Applejack that in the week or so that you were living homeless, you had stolen a few apples from her trees. In the end, you decide against this, as she seems quick to anger, and you can see nothing wrong with a few apples, when so many fall from the trees, only to be eaten by insects, who have no bits to pay the earth mare.

“Bonnie, I’m home,” says Lyra as she opens the door to her cabin. “And I’ve brought home a few guests.”

A cream-colored earth pony a curly blue and pink mane steps out of the kitchen to welcome her mate home. She appears happy at first, as she is greeted with hugs from both Lyra and Cloud Kicker. As she casts her gaze upon you, you can see her smile slip just a little, as she raises an eyebrow of interest. “And who might this one be?”

You aren’t particularly in a mood for answering questions, and are fortunate to find Lyra speaking for you. “Oh, that’s just Anon,” she says with a quick dismissive hoof, “he’s a friend I met today. I’m letting him crash on the couch for tonight because he’s having a few issues at home.”

Bon Bon’s smile returns to her just slightly, perhaps due to realizing that Lyra isn’t out fucking strangers, and that you will only be here temporarily. She walks up to you and offers you a hoof to shake, which you accept. “Well, any friend of Lyra’s is a friend of mine. Make yourself at home. Just don’t eat any of the chocolate truffles in the fridge; I have to bring those into work tomorrow.”

Work. The sound of the word makes you realize just how poor you are. By all accounts, you are still homeless, in spite of having Fluttershy to take care of you. In fact, you start to wonder if you even can return to her home anymore. Sure, she’s infatuated with you, but you did run away, and you had never really struck up any sort of deal to stay at her house. She had let you stay because of your injuries, but would she let you stay when you are healthy enough to go walking about Ponyville? The thought of being made to start sleeping outdoors again and having to harpoon fish for your meals brings a shiver to your spine.

You see Bon Bon approaching the stairs of the cabin with Lyra and Cloud Kicker at her side, and an idea begins to formulate in your head. “Hey Bon Bon,” you call out, “you wouldn’t happen to work at a bakery, would you?”

Bon Bon turns around to answer your question. “Actually, it’s a confectionery shop, why ask?”

“Well, does it get busy often?”

To your delight, she sighs. “Too often. Ponyville loves it’s sweets and I can’t keep up with demand. I end up making candy while at work and after I’ve closed shop. If you look in the refrigerator, you’ll note about half of the shelf space has been taken up by my work. Plus I’m going to have to double my production come Summer Wrap Up.”

“How would you feel about hiring a new worker?”

She casts you an eye of intrigue. “Are you offering? What do you know about making candy?”

“Ma’am, I know how to use a stove, oven, and how to follow a recipe. Anything else I can learn on the job.”

Bon Bon shrugs. “Well, that’s not as experienced as I’d hope, but it’s better than nothing. Can you start tomorrow?”

Although you originally had plans of returning to Fluttershy’s house first thing in the morning, the prospect of work is more tempting, and you can always see her in the evening, given that Fluttershy does not seem to leave her house for work. “Absolutely.”

The implications of you not seeing Fluttershy in the morning do not go unnoticed by a dejected Cloud Kicker, who turns to you and silently mouths a word, which you can someone make out to be “really?”

“Sorry Cloud, maybe some other time?”

Lyra offers a hoof around Cloud Kicker, “C’mon girl, Bon Bon and I can give you what you need. Let Anon have his sleep.”

After closing up with a few last details about when work starts, Bon Bon ascends the stairs with her bedmates, leaving you to collapse drunk on the couch, unphased by the screaming moans of the three mares in the bedroom above you. “Oh Cloud Kicker, my horn…. Aaaaannnhh!”

Author's Note

Sorry it has taken over a month for an update. I've been distracted with fics, and am currently debating whether it would be best to end this fic within a few chapters, or keep it going and attempt a more slice of life approach with this. Either way, I'm pretty much making this up as I go along, which is the opposite of what a good author does.