Chapters Running away from Ponyville
Your name is Anonymous, and you are the only human being living in Equestria – a world inhabited by sentient, pastel-colored ponies. Well… that would be your identity, but the truth of the matter is that you originated in another world. You have been an Earthling for all but the last 3 months of your life, but after a freak accident – the details of which you cannot fully remember – you woke up in a new world, which to this day has been a constant source of surprises. You have been spending these months living with a purple-coated unicorn by the name of Twilight Sparkle, paying your rent by sharing stories of your world. Every day, you tell her something new, and so far in spite of the fact that she is capable of performing magic, she is nonetheless impressed by the accomplishments of your species. You have put a man on the moon of his own free will, and brought him back safe and sound. Your species has taken telescopes and stared at the stars, looking for other planets that are habitable for life, and could even be looking at Equestria right now… or at least what Equestria was a thousand years ago. She was even most impressed to here that you can store the contents of millions of books on a small metal disc and share any of them with friends around the planet in a matter of seconds. Each story brought her more excitement than the last, and she even started keeping a journal of your species’ accomplishments as she grew enamored with what they could do.
But this did not last…
About a week ago, Twilight asked you a simple question about humanity which in spite of your best efforts, you could not withhold a bit of detail.
“Have humans ever been to war?”
Now, you’ve always thought of yourself as a truthful man, and in a way, you’ve always liked to study history a bit. You’ve come to know Twilight as a mare who understands things in a cold and rational fashion, so you saw no harm in divulging to her the reality of your world.
“Well actually, Twilight,” you began, “humanity’s technological growth can be owed to war.”
This came as a bit of a surprise to her. “Explain,” she demanded.
And explain you did as you tried to give her a synopsis of the past 1000 or so years of war in humanity’s time… or at least what you can remember from a Western perspective. You told her of how your species’ experiments in chemistry led to the creation of gunpowder, which pushed them beyond the way of swords, making it possible for anyone to fight if he needed to, and how through gunpowder, people have been able to overthrow their kings and form new nations. You explained to her that some of the first usages of airplanes was for warfare. By the time you had come to explain World War 2, and how some of the first computers were invented for cracking encrypted messages, she was starting to get a little sick. The next thing you told her earned you a long period of silence. “…and so, in order to earn an unconditional surrender, the Americans had dropped an atomic bomb on two of Japan’s largest, most populated cities, killing hundreds of thousands of…”
“STOP STOP STOP!” she screamed, a hint of terror in her voice. “You don’t mean to tell me that the same species that put a man on the moon could be so cruel as to flat out murder over a hundred thousand people!”
You paused for a moment, trying to think of what to say. Sighing, you tried to dismiss her. “I never said humans were always kind…”
“Get out.” There was a low fury in her voice. “I never want to see you or your kind again. You are worse than changelings.”
It has been one week since you have left the library. Having lost the trust of Twilight Sparkle, most of the townsfolk have been cautious to even consider talking to you, and so you have found yourself alone, with no friends. In a way, it’s almost like when you were on Earth, except people didn’t give you the evil eye when you were back on Earth – they just didn’t look at you. You’ve managed to survive by fishing at a nearby lake and foraging for berries. You spent the nights sleeping under trees using your jacket and a few piles of tall grass as a blanket. In spite of what you consider an overreaction by Twilight, you’ve never felt shame for your species. Sure, you’ve killed millions of each other over petty squabbles, but that’s life. Nobody’s perfect, and hey, at least you’re not worshipping a couple of monarchs that claim they can control the sun and moon.
Taking one last bite of a trout, you decide to take a look at your surroundings before falling asleep. Tomorrow is a big day, the day you get off your ass and leave this miserable little town. To your right, you see Ponyville, the town you’ve lost all reputation in. Maybe if you’d thought to keep your goddamn mouth shut, you wouldn’t be laying here under the naked sky with nothing but grass to keep you warm, but that’s a lesson you’ll have to take to heart in whatever city you end up in next. At your left, you see a forest. The trees in it grow thick together, allowing almost no light to enter it, although that much could hardly be noticed at this time of night. You’ll be heading through there in the morning and taking the path wherever it leads you. You had heard from Twilight that it supposedly has some dangerous creatures inhabiting it, but as far as you’re concerned, they can’t be too much of a threat. You’ve got a nicely-sized, yet somewhat crude harpoon that you’ve been using for fishing that, if necessary, you could use to fend off a wild animal in a pinch. The ponies of Ponyville didn’t seem much like fighters, so if they’re scared of whatever’s in the forest, that shouldn’t matter much to you, right?
Above you, you see stars. They are more numerous than the stars you’ve seen from Earth, which you see as perhaps one of the few perks of being brought to a new world. The lack of electric lighting covering every square kilometer of land allows for you to capture a glimpse of the universe’s natural luminescence. You try to see if you can find any of the same constellations you could see from Earth, but alas, you recognize none of them, not even the big dipper. Chances seem high that wherever you are, you’re far from home.
And lastly, as you turn your focus to what lies in front of you, there is a winding road leading up to a cottage. You had never seen the pony who lives in that cottage, so you are convinced that it is either uninhabited, or that the owner is a recluse… or perhaps you never catch them at the right time. Sure, you’ve ended up using the nearby lake to catch fish before, but it’s not as if you’ve been sticking around in the same spots throughout all of the past week. You’ve been trying to avoid contact with most of the pony community, lest one of them snap and show you just how unwelcome you are. Of course, this brings about another idea to you – maybe whoever lives here has been avoiding you. After all, you’re big, scary, harpoon for fish every day, and most importantly, a certain purple mare has made it quite clear to the entire town that your species is not to be trusted. Oh well, if that cottage’s owner has locked themselves in their home because they don’t want to be near you, they won’t have to worry for much longer – you’re leaving in the morning after all. For now though, it was time to sleep.
You wake up to the sound of singing. From the sound, you can tell that there is a chorus of birds of birds singing a harmony, while a mare provides the melody. The sound is sweet enough that you convince yourself it might be worthwhile to stick around for just a little bit longer while you listen to their impromptu performance. You keep your eyes closed and pretend to still be asleep while the group finishes. Eventually, the song ends, and you realize it’s about time for you to leave. You open your eyes and allow them to glance upon the pony who was singing – a yellow-coated Pegasus with pink hair. “She’s cute,” you think to yourself. “Maybe if things were different, we could have been friends.” Picking up your backpack, filled with a few days’ worth of extra rations, and your crude harpoon, you set off for the forest.
In spite of the trees being densely packed, the forest does not appear nearly as dark as you would have expected it to be during the day. There is a mostly clear path through the forest, and the sunlight is able to illuminate enough of it that you can make out the colors of the plants, and the text on a sign which reads “Beware: Poison Joke,” with a picture of a blue flower on it. You make a mental note to stay away from strange flora in the area. Joke or not, you don’t know how to cure yourself of any poison nature can throw at you. For that matter, you should probably also stay away from spiders, bees, and anything else that can carry venom. You’re on another planet, and you have pretty much zero immunities. How you’ve managed to avoid getting sick by this point seems to be an outright miracle now that you think about it.
Not 15 minutes into your trek, you hear the bushes behind you move, along with an “eep!” Turning around, you hear more rustling in the bushes as if something is trying to move through them without being caught… and failing hard. You’re fairly sure if you were to observe them, you’d be able to identify your stalker but, well, why bother? If they were out to harm you, they’d have done so by now. You’ve got places to go, new sights to see, and perhaps a new home to stake out for yourself. You can’t get distracted over every pony that decides to try and sneak up on you! You make a mental note, however, to keep an ear open just in case they do intend to harm you.
Another few hours in, and you find a small clearing in the forest. So far, the morning has gone without much incident from wild animals, although your stalker has been all but discrete in letting you know they’re still following you. You’d wager that they are no less than 30 meters away from you at any time – just close enough to keep an eye on you, but far enough that they can keep their distance. Still, they haven’t attacked you yet, so perhaps it’s a spy? Someone from Ponyville watching you so that they can be sure that you’ll leave for good? In any case, it’s lunch time. Your rations don’t have much meat in them, since you have no way of preserving it (you make a note to yourself to look for salt), but you did manage to catch yourself a nicely-sized fish before you left, which seems to still be edible, so you chow down on it for lunch.
Halfway through your fish, you hear a growling sound coming from the woods. You set your meal down onto your backpack and grab your spear, listening around for where it’s coming from. It’s fight or flight time, and you’ve got too many balls and too few brains to give a damn about anything short of a dragon. Your curiosities are soon settled as a grizzly bear reveals itself from among the trees. A little bit of your bravado dies as you come to the realization that bears, like humans, are omnivores… and you smell of fish.
Oh fuck.
You realize at this point that running might not be a possibility anymore, so you do the only rational thing you could do, try to make yourself appear large and brace yourself with the spear to keep the bear from getting too close. Well, that would have been a good idea if it weren’t for the fact that a.) You don’t know how to fight, and b.) That bear just grabbed your spear and snapped it in half. Yep, you’re boned.
The next logical thing for you to do would be to toss the fish at the bear as a form of appeasement. Well, that would have been smart… if half a fish could feed a bear. He’s still hungry, and you still smell of fish. Past this point, you cannot remember much other than attempting to block a claw with your arm, suffering a massive cut on said arm, and then getting clocked on the side of the head. You’re out cold.
You wake up in a bed. This is new. Perhaps you are dead? The thought ends quickly as you attempt to get up and realize the entirety of your body aches. You were mauled by a bear and someone brought you to their house. Yes, that explains it… no, wait, no it doesn’t. All of Ponyville hates you. You open your eyes. You appear to be in a bedroom in a rather spacious house. There are a few animals in the room – some squirrels, a bunny, a snake… how the hell haven’t these things killed each other yet? You drop the thought as an eerily familiar voice starts humming in another room. Where have you heard that voice before? For that matter, the melody seems a little familiar too… You decide to get up to investigate who it is that saved you, only to discover yet again, that you are in pain.
“AARGH!” You suddenly become aware of the fact that side had also been clawed. You didn’t remember that happening. In fact, the entire event seems a bit fuzzy to you.
“Don’t try to get up!” the familiar voice shouts from the other room. “You’ll have plenty of time to get back on your feet when you’ve recovered.”
You take a moment to try and appreciate this voice. It is soft and warm, with an almost motherly quality to it, and yet there is also a sense of timidness about it, as if the speaker had to force herself to say it that way, and that such little outbursts do not come easy from her. You also notice that there is a certain, almost musical quality to her voice – she places a higher inflection on certain words that in some ways it carries a song-like quality. Wait… a song? Now you remember who this mare is, it was…
Your thoughts are interrupted as the mare walks into the room. Yep, you were right! It was the yellow Pegasus. Perhaps you will get a chance to make her your friend after all.
“Do you need anything, Mr. um… what was your name again?” There’s much more hesitation in her voice, her eyes making more contact with the floor than your own, as if she feels that meeting your gaze might turn her to stone. A weird pony, that one.
“My name’s Anonymous,” you say as calm and non-threatening as you can, “you can call me Anon if you like.” You wait for a brief moment to see if she’ll respond before asking a question of your own – “What’s your name?”
“Um… it’s Flutt…” She trails off, making it impossible to hear the rest of her name.
“Flut-Flut?” you ask.
She shakes her head and attempts to correct you, “No, it’s Flu…er…y.” You can barely hear the all the syllables so you let your brain fill in some of your own and chortle out a response.
“Is it Flubber… guy?” You can hardly contain your laughter.
She shakes her head and tries again. “It’s …” You can’t even hear this one, as her voice is way too high pitched to be perceived by human ears.
Not wanting to keep this up for much longer, you motion for her to come over to you with your hand. “Why don’t you come over here and try and whisper it into my ear, because honestly, I can’t understand half of what you’re saying.”
She takes a while to make her way over to the side of your bed and stares at you for a short while before you decide to break the silence. “Your name?”
“Oh, it’s… um… Fluttershy.” Her response is quiet, but from her new proximity, is clear enough for you to make out. Not that you don’t feel you can have just a little bit more fun with her. “Alright, gotcha Flut-Flut.”
“No!” Her voice is muffled, yet she is clearly frustrated at this point. “It’s …”
“Alright, I get it. Fluttershy, right?” you interrupt, bringing her to quickly cover her mouth with her hooves, as if she had done something wrong.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I-I-I didn’t m-mean to…” You interrupt her again. “Relax,” you say, chuckling, “I was joking with you.”
“…oh” She has a bit of sadness in her voice. It almost makes you feel a bit sad for her. You realize you probably shouldn’t be picking on the mare who saved your life, so you decide to reassure her in a calmer voice. “Hey, chill, chill, I’m not trying to be mean or anything, regardless of what Twilight seems to be saying around town.”
Fluttershy appears shocked at this discovery? “What has she been saying?”
You realize at this point that this isn’t the kind of pony to get out much. You wonder for a little bit why she was out in the forest to be able to save you, but then you come to a realization that it is entirely possible that someone else had saved you and dropped you off here. After all, you were stalked by some pony, and Fluttershy doesn’t seem like the type to just start following strangers around. Thinking back upon the lessons you’ve learned so far from being in this room, you consider lying to Fluttershy to keep yourself from losing more friends, but soon realize that it is likely that if you tell her a lie, she’ll find out the truth eventually from one of the ponies in Ponyville (if she even goes out into the town at all), and you could end up kicked out again, to be tossed back into the wilderness and perhaps finished off by that bear, which, although it would end your misery, seems a bit too anticlimactic to you. Sighing, you decide to honor her with an answer. “Alright,” you say, “but only if you promise not to kick me out.”
She shakes her head. “Oh no Anon, I could never abandon a poor, helpless creature that I’ve taken into my care.” You let go of your concerns as you hear Fluttershy’s voice. From anypony else, the way she raised her inflection on the words “never” and “helpless” would seem outright sarcastic, but from Fluttershy, you could tell it was sincere.
“Okay… I’ll tell you.” You pause for a bit as you gather the right words to say. “I came here from another world by accident and Twilight had been letting me stay at her place on the condition that I shared with her some stories from my world. So I shared what I could, but when she asked me about war…” You hesitate for a second. You don’t want to have to say this to Fluttershy, who is perhaps the sweetest pony you have met so far, even if she seems scared of practically anything. “Well, let’s just say some of my species have done some rather unforgivable things.”
Fluttershy ponders for a bit before responding. “But anon, you haven’t done any of those unforgivable things, have you?”
“No, of course not!” There’s a bit of a laugh to your voice as you are relieved to hear that Fluttershy is not judging you. Reality hits you, however, bringing you back into a sullen mood. “Doesn’t keep her and the rest of the town from thinking I’m from some race of monsters.”
“Oh I’m sure they can’t all hate you. Perhaps their reaction was just a little overblown.” Fluttershy tried to be reassuring, but the truth of the matter is that rumors seem to spread throughout Ponyville like wildfire. How she managed to avoid hearing about you until this day is beyond you, though it’s not entirely too surprising when you consider how she was afraid of letting you hear her own name. It’s no wonder she isolates herself from the town. In fact, the only missing variable in this equation is how the heck she manages to support herself, although given the dearth of technology in Equestria, you suppose it wouldn’t be too difficult to be self-dependent and live off the grid. In any case, she needed to know the truth, so you decided to let her have it. “Fluttershy,” you began, “If you and I were to walk into town right, now, even in my injured state, I don’t think there would be a single pony who wouldn’t cast an eye of disgust in my direction. I know you might not get out much, but trust me, it’s enough that I don’t want to stay near Ponyville any much longer.”
“Anon…” Fluttershy’s face showed a more concerned look as she looked into your eyes. “Is that why you were in the Everfree Forest earlier? Were you running away so you wouldn’t have to deal with your problems?” You nod your head in response and her expression changes from one of concern to a more scolding one. “Now Anon.” She gains more confidence in her voice, as if she’s talking to a child. “You won’t fix any of your problems by running away. Do you really want to live the rest of your life with Ponyville hating you and all of your species? What if another of your kind had come by here and everypony started treating him like a monster? Do you really think that would be fair?”
You shake your head. “No, I suppose it doesn’t.”
“And did you really think that going through the Everfree Forest would have made you better off? Had you even considered asking anypony about what was in it? The ponies in Ponyville may think you’re a monster, but I don’t think any of them would want to see you eaten by the real monsters living in the forest.”
You try to dodge the question by diverting the topic. “Well why were you in the forest then?” you ask with a smug-looking face. Unfortunately, this seems to have no positive effect on the yellow mare, who continues to lecture you in her soft, yet serious voice. “Oh no Anon, you’re not getting out of this that easily. I’ve lived near this forest since I was a filly, and although it still scares me to this day, I know how to handle myself. What you did was downright suicidal. Really, did you think you had any way of fighting off that bear? What would you have done if it were a dragon or a cockatrice? Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
You have no idea why, but getting lectured by Fluttershy was making you feel ballsy. You put on your biggest shit-eating grin and look her straight in the eyes. “So you were the one who was stalking me all morning.”
At the sound of your words, Fluttershy’s face turns beet red and she can no longer keep herself to scold you. Instead, her words turn to almost unintelligible stammering as she tries to come up with an excuse. “Oh, I um… I-I-I w-w-was…” It’s almost cute to see how quickly she jumps back into her timid nature, but you realize this is going to become embarrassing for the both of you very quick if you let her keep going at this. “…I’m sorry, I’m so…”
You place your hand over her mouth. “Tell you what, I won’t head into the Everfree Forest again, and you don’t stalk me again. Deal? Nod your head if that works with you, because I don’t think you’re in the right frame of mind to get back into talking much.” Fluttershy pauses for a moment, and then nods. “Yes, um… I think that’ll be fine… if it’s okay with you.”
You breathe a sigh of relief. “Okay. Now that that’s taken care of… thank you, Fluttershy.”
She shakes her head. “Oh no Anonymous, it was nothing. I could never abandon a friend in danger.” The thought of that makes you smile. “So you think of me as a friend, huh?”
Again, Fluttershy blushes, but this time not out of absolute embarrassment. “Well, I mean, I’d like to be your friend if, um, that’s fine with you.”
Hearing those words, with all other things considered, you think today’s been a good day so far. Sure, you were mauled by a bear and almost died, but hey, you woke up to the sound of a cute pony singing, told yourself you wanted to be her friend, and somehow by circumstance, you get just that. “Yes Fluttershy,” you say, “I think I’d like just that.”
Of course, reality’s a bit of a bitch sometimes, and in spite of the fact that your day has ended up well, the fact of the matter is Ponyville still hates you, and so does Twilight, the pony you thought had been your friend for most of the past three months. The smile on your face disappears and your eyes can no longer meet with Fluttershy’s as your head droops down in sorrow. “Doesn’t change the fact that I’ve screwed things up with everyone else.”
To your surprise, Fluttershy actually giggles at that. “Oh, um… if you don’t mind, I think I’ll have a chat with Twilight about that. You should rest up and we’ll see if we can’t clear this up by the end of the day.”
…Fuck.
Running away from sobriety
You are Fluttershy, and today has definitely been a weird day. You found a strange creature sleeping next to a tree near your house, and the next thing you know, you’re stalking him through the Everfree Forest and dragging his bloodied corpse back to your house to get stitched up. You had to get some help from your good old friend Mr. Bear – he was just too heavy to carry, and you don’t think you would have been able to convince him to come into your cottage on your own – but you knew it was the right thing to do. After all, the Everfree Forest is a dangerous place to travel about alone. You never know what sorts of strange creatures are likely to attack you if you just go it alone. Yep. Today has definitely been a weird day.
But it hasn’t been all that bad. The creature you brought into your care turned out to be very nice. He was very gracious for all that you had done for him, and even offered to be your friend. Of course you accepted – you like to think of yourself as a kind pony, and what kind of kind pony would decline such an offer? Especially when he has such a nice name – Anonymous. He said he likes to go by Anon though, you’ll have to remember that – friends always remember things like nicknames.
Friends also don’t spread rumors around town about another friend’s character, and as it turns out, a certain friend of yours and Anon’s has been doing just that! In fact, that certain friend happens to be one of your best friends, Twilight Sparkle. She’s always been a good friend, and you’re not sure what had gotten over her, but you’re certain the two of you will be able to talk things out. She just made a mistake in her judgment, and you could never hold that against a friend.
You exit your cottage after letting Anon know you will be leaving to talk to Twilight. He had groaned at the sound of the idea, but honestly, if he’s not willing to fight these kinds of battles himself, he can’t complain when somepony else decides to step up to the plate. You also tell him to get some rest, and that you will make dinner for him when you get home. As you lock the door to your cottage, you wonder to yourself what kinds of foods he eats. You had seen him eating fish when you were following him in the forest, so perhaps he is a carnivore? You do hope that he likes other types of food as well, as it would be quite the bother for you to have to go fishing every day for him. You make a note to stop by Sweet Apple Acres before heading back – no one you know has ever turned down one of the Apple family’s pies before, not even some of your wolf friends you made a few years back.
As you trot on to the library where Twilight is staying, you take note of the fact that the weather is unbearably hot. Although it is several hours past Noon, the midsummer sun has hardly begun to approach the horizon. You begin to envy Anon in that he does not have a coat of fur covering his body, but question the logic as to why he would wear clothes on such a day. Not even unicorns – who seem to wear clothes more than anypony else – would be caught dead wearing anything other than a sunhat on a day like this.
When you reach the main plaza of Ponyville, a few blocks away from the library, you are noticed by Rainbow Dash – a blue-coated Pegasus with a rainbow mane that you have come to consider one of your best friends – who is once again lazing around on a cloud after a hard day’s work clearing the skies, without a care in the world to the fact that her chosen spot to rest happens to be one of the busiest and loudest sections in Ponyville. As you walk past her cloud, she jumps off to give you a hug. “Hey Fluttershy, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you. What’ve you been doing in the past few weeks? It’s like you never come into Ponyville these days.”
Leave it to Rainbow to be concerned for you. She’s one of the few ponies out there who can and would notice that you were gone at all, so you suppose you owe her a bit of an explanation. “I’ve been taking care of some sick animals lately. First Angel Bunny gets sick, then it’s my birds, and now I’ve got a whole new creature that I’ve taken under my wing who got hurt out in the Everfree Forest.”
Rainbow gives you a look of interest. “A new creature huh? What’s it look like?”
At this point, you are reminded of the fact that Anon had told you that by now, everypony in Ponyville hates him, and you realize that this could include Rainbow. You don’t want to lie to her, and you don’t want to have to explain to her your situation with Anon until after you’ve spoken to Twilight and can get her to apologize to him, so instead you decide to be very vague. “He’s um… tall… and he doesn’t have fur.” You pause for a moment to think of something else to say. If she guesses who he is, you don’t want her freaking out about you harboring a member of a so called ‘dangerous species.’ “And, um… he’s very gentle.”
Rainbow laughs at that one. “Well shucks, Fluttershy, I thought you were going to say you were taking care of a dragon, but it looks like you’ve got something from another world in there.” ‘From another world’ – she might be onto you. You need to defuse the situation. “Um, Rainbow, Spike is a dragon and he’s very gentle.”
This doesn’t seem to faze her. “Yeah, but he’s not tall,” she says in protest. “Just wait until he’s too big to fit in Twilight’s library and see how nice he is then.” You really don’t want to get into an argument with her about the quality of Spike’s character now. He was a good friend, and probably one of the only dragons you could get along with without getting scared. Fortunately, Rainbow seems to divert the topic a little. “Well tell me this much, is he at least cool?”
This you can answer. “Oh I’d definitely say so. Maybe I could show you him sometime later, though right now I need to see Twilight about something.” Rainbow shrugs. “Alright, I guess I’ll catch you later today or tomorrow then?” You nod. “Okay. We can come to my cottage later tonight if that’s what you’d like.” “Alright, sounds good. See you then!” With one last hug from Rainbow, you head back on the road to the library.
You gently knock at Twilight’s door. With most ponies, you would have to knock several times in order finally to get their attention, but Twilight and Spike have come to recognize your knocks just aren’t as loud as everyone else’s, and tend to pay a bit more attention for the sound of a door knocking just in case. It probably helps though, that their home is a library, and doesn’t get very loud anyways.
The door is answered by Spike, who seems a little bit surprised that you’re here. “Fluttershy, long time no see. What can I do you for?” Normally you’d be keen to engage in a few pleasantries with Spike – he’s always been a fun one to talk to – but you really want to this thing with Twilight over and done with as soon as you can. “Um, Spike…” you say, “is Twilight around?” He nods. “Yeah, sure. Hey Twilight! Fluttershy’s here to see you!”
After a few short moments you see Twilight descend down the steps from her room to meet you at the door. “Oh hey Fluttershy. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. What have you been up to?” You decide to skip the bullshit. “Twilight, we need to talk.” It takes her a few seconds to process what you just said. “I’m sorry what? Did I do something wrong?” Her voice grows even more worrisome. “Does this have to do with why you haven’t been seeing me? Because whatever it was I didn’t mean to…”
You place a hood over her mouth. “Twilight, this has nothing to do with why I haven’t been able to see you in the past few weeks. I’ll talk to you about that later, but this is something different.” She breathes a sigh of relief. “Phew. For a second there, I thought I’d done something to hurt you. So what is this about?”
“Ahem.” You clear your throat. “This doesn’t concern me so much as a certain mutual friend of ours.” Twilight looks at you confused. “Who? I don’t remember Applejack, Rarity, Pinkie Pie or Rainbow Dash being particularly upset at either of us, and…” You interrupt her. “Anon.”
Twilight stares at you blankly before turning you a worried look. “Fluttershy, you didn’t…” You aren’t going to have any of this. “Actually, Twilight, I did make friends with him just today after he tried to enter the Everfree Forest carrying nothing but a crude spear and a sack of food. He’s now recouperating in my cottage after he was almost killed by a wild animal. Now why do you think he would do something as foolish as that?” As you say this you begin to give Twilight the stare. With this stare, you’ve been able to tame many animals, including dragons, into obeying your will. It isn’t something you employ very often, but you feeling a bit livid right now with Twilight.
She struggles to come up with a response. “Fluttershy, I didn’t mean to…” “Didn’t mean to what!?” you demand loudly. Twilight flinches at the sound of your suddenly raised voice, but you continue and let out everything you have on her. “Had you even considered what you might have done to Anon when you told everyone in Ponyville that he was a monster? And how do you think he felt when you judged him for all the things others in his species did? You don’t see me calling Spike a monster in front of the whole town just because a few other dragons happen to be rather mean to ponies. Or maybe I should judge you as a unicorn for how rude Trixie is whenever she shows up into town. Honestly, what do you have to say for yourself, Twilight Sparkle?”
Twilight pauses for about half a minute, trying to comprehend everything that just happened. You’re not always a loud mare, but when you need to, you can make even fully-grown dragons weep. Although you did not cause Twilight to burst into tears, you had broken her spirit. She could hardly speak, let alone even begin to formulate a counter-argument. All that was left now was to get her to apologize to you, and eventually to Anon. Finally, she speaks up. “I – I didn’t mean to hurt him like that. I was scared, and didn’t want to be around him anymore, so I told him he was worse than a changeling – which in hindsight, wasn’t really true, it just felt right at the time. I didn’t go around town calling him a monster, though I suppose I was a bit… loud about things. I suppose I owe him an apology.”
‘Well that was easy,’ you think to yourself. You’ll have to remember that Twilight can be persuaded very easily by being loud and assertive, and by belittling her ego by not letting her get a word in edgewise. Hopefully though, you won’t have to do this again. It’s a little bit exhausting to go all out like this for very long, so you decide to return back to your usual quiet and more kind demeanor. “Well, actually,” you say in a more appeasing tone, “if you don’t mind, you could see him tonight and apologize. If, um, that’s okay with you, that is.”
Though still a bit shaken from having been read the riot act, Twilight is nonetheless able to affirm your request. “Sure, why not? Just let me um…” she pauses for a second as if trying to think up an excuse. “Just let me get a few things done first.” You give her a warm smile. She just had a harsh few minutes, so you might as well go easy on her. “Of course, take as much time as you like. I’m in no rush, and I’m sure whatever it is you need to do, I can wait.” At your permission, she runs up the stairs of the library into her room.
A few minutes pass by as you hear the sounds of Twilight frantically digging through her room searching for something. She isn’t entirely the best at hiding her struggle, shouting “where is it, where is it, WHERE IS IT!? ” before eventually stopping at an “Aha! Found it!” About a half hour more passes by before she descends back down the stairs, looking much more mellow and smelling faintly of Berry Punch’s ‘secret stash.’ “Okay, I’m ready, let’s go.” Her voice sounds much more chipper, but in a way, it seems forced. You begin to wonder if going from normal, sweet and kind Fluttershy to screaming in your best friend’s face was really such a good idea in hindsight. Twilight doesn’t normally drink, but when she does, it usually means she’s in shock from a new situation that she doesn’t know how to handle. It isn’t exactly good for her, and it’s never led to her making good decisions. In fact, you’re almost entirely certain that the number of rash decisions she made during the night of the Summer Sun Celebration, such as trying to charge a manticore, may have been due to the influence of some alcoholic tobasco sauce that Pinkie Pie had given her as a joke. Nonetheless, bad decisions aside, you decide not to push her on it. After giving a quick reminder to Spike to watch the library while she is gone, Twilight and you leave the library.
The first half of the walk to your cottage is uneventful. This is partially a natural consequence of both you and Twilight being introverted ponies – neither of you tend to have long, meaningful conversations on normal days together, and the only thing you could think of to talk about was how unbearably hot it was. Part of you wishes that weather ponies could do something about the heat of the day, but the sad reality was that although they could control the clouds and the winds, it just was not possible for them to control how hot the sun was blaring. The sun was Celestia’s domain, and sadly, in the grand scheme of things, she just wasn’t going to turn down the sun just so a nice yellow pony could have a more comfortable afternoon. The plants needed to sunlight to grow after all, and putting provisions on ponies’ plates was particularly a priority for the princess.
When you reach the outskirts of Ponyville, you are met with a familiar sight – Rainbow Dash, who is currently practicing what you can only assume to be one of her newest flight tricks. You know from watching her that many of Rainbow’s tricks tend to end rather poorly when she first tries them out, and this time is no exception. After what appeared to be an attempt to pull off a sonic rainboom while spinning, you watch your daredevil friend crash into the ground after a failed attempt to pull upwards at the last minute, sliding a couple of yards before stopping just short of your hooves.
Though she appears to be a little bit bloodied from the experience, she nonetheless appears alive from the experience, and does not seem to have visibly maimed herself. How she manages to walk away from these sorts of things without even so much as breaking bones is beyond you, but you nonetheless feel the need to share your concern for her. “Rainbow Dash, are you okay?”
Twilight looked like she was about to ask Rainbow a similar question, but before she could get much out of her mouth other than “Rainbow,” she is interrupted by Rainbow, who appears to be trying to lift herself up, though having issues with wobbly legs due to what you can only assume is dizziness. “It’s alright girls, I’m –” Before she can finish her sentence, Rainbow once again collapses to the ground, unable to support her own weight. “– fine.”
“Do you need… help?” Twilight says, offering a hoof to Rainbow.
“Ya, that would be great.” Rainbow grabs Twilight’s hoof and uses it to pull herself up. Though on all four hooves, she is still a bit unstable, and is about to fall over again, but you manage to extend a wing to catch her.
“Perhaps you should take a rest for the day,” you say with a hint of concern to your voice. Twilight nods in agreement and adds, “Yeah, I don’t think you’re going to be handling walking too well for a little while. Tell you what, how about I carry you on my back with us to Fluttershy’s cottage, and you can crash on her couch for the rest of the day. Does that sound good?”
Rainbow protests, “I don’t need you to carry me, I’ll be fine on my own.” As she says this, she attempts to get back onto her hooves again, and with a bit of difficulty, manages to push herself back into a state of semi-stability. “See, I’m fine.”
In spite of the fact that she is managing to stand, you still feel a little bit of concern for her. “Um, if you don’t mind,” you say, trying to not seem too overbearing on your hubristic friend, “it’d still be nice if you could come over to visit. I haven’t seen you in a while, and I was just about to make dinner, and um…”
Rainbow cuts you off. “Yeah, sure sure. Was planning on hanging out with you sometime later anyways. Oh, and by the way, while we’re on the subject, do you mind if I use your shower? I’m pretty sure that crash did not do too many wonders on my mane… or my face.”
“Oh that would be no trouble at all,” you offer, “feel free to make yourself at home, and let me know if there is anything else you might need.”
“Um… thanks Fluttershy, will do.” Rainbow’s response sounded a bit… awkward. You contemplate over the fact that perhaps you do not need to push yourself into caretaker mode whenever one of your friends is hurt. As much as you love caring for other ponies, you have been starting to get the feeling that some of them – in particular Rainbow Dash, whose pension for getting herself injured earned her the nickname “Rainbow Crash” back in flight camp – might perceive your care as a bit much. No matter, at least your animal friends appreciate it, and you’re almost certain that your newest friend, Anon, will be thankful to have been in your care.
The rest of your walk back to your cottage goes by fairly quickly, with Rainbow keeping things from becoming too boring by describing to you and Twilight all of the details of her latest stunt. She calls it the “Sonic hurricane-boom,” in which she tries to create a hurricane from a sonic boom. Although she obviously can’t create a hurricane in the current weather, as there is not a cloud in the sky to provide moisture, she has been practicing the fundamentals – that is, not spinning out of control and crashing into the ground – so she can pull it off when there is more rain scheduled for Ponyville.
When you reach your cottage, you motion to your friends to be quiet. It is very possible that Anon could be sleeping at this moment, and you wouldn’t want to wake him just yet. You open the door cautiously and let your friends inside.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Rainbow whispers into your ear, “but I think I’m going to take that shower now. Where was your bathroom again?”
“It’s right next to my spare room,” you say, keeping your voice as low as Rainbow’s, “just try not to wake up any of my animals.”
Rainbow nods, and walks off in the direction of the bathroom. You then turn to Twilight, and are about to tell her that she may have to wait for a little bit to make her apology, when you hear Rainbow shouting from the other room, “OH COME ON! REALLY?”
‘Oh horseapples,’ you think to yourself as you realize that you had not told Rainbow just who it was that was staying at your house. You rush off into the other room as fast as you can. “Wait, Rainbow, I can explain, I…” you say frantically as you turn the corner into the hallway.
You are quickly brought to silence by what you see next. The first thing you see is Rainbow. She is not angry, but based upon the hoof she has applied to her forehead, you can only guess that what she is looking at must be completely embarrassing. Next, you look into the room, you see Anon, fully naked on the bed. His face is beat red, showing his own embarrassment. The last thing you notice is that his hand is still wrapped around his cock, with little dribbles of cum strewn about his chest.
“Oh my…”
Author's Note
Edit: Realized that my visualization of Fluttershy's house was not quite in line with how it should be in the show. I've given her a second, spare room near a hallway to her bathroom. I'm borrowing a model of Fluttershy's house from some image I found on DA and adding an additional room that will act as a first-floor bedroom where Anon is currently. The only change to the story was adding the word "spare" before room when Fluttershy was telling Rainbow where her bathroom is. Obviously her personal bedroom cannot be down a hallway and next to a bathroom, because that is upstairs with no adjacent rooms. Does this matter in the grand scheme of things? Probably not, but I like consistency. And in case anyone was wondering why Anon had never met Fluttershy in spite of having spent 3 months living with Twilight, I've got some ideas I'm currently working on in chapter 3 to solve that.
The reference image:http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/359/4/4/fluttershy__s_home_by_aurebesh-d4k7jpu.png
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Running away from Fluttershy's sweet cherry pie
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.
Running away from Applejack
You are not entirely sure what happened last night, but while you had gone to bed fully clothed, sleeping face down into the pillow, you are currently naked, being spooned by a sleeping Fluttershy, and with the soft back of her hoof resting on your very erect member. Although you are tempted to stay sleeping for a few hours more, as your current position is incredibly comfortable, there are two problems. The first is that you have a lot to do today. You have decided to turn over a new leaf with your life, and you plan to start this by apologizing to every pony you have pissed off so far in Ponyville, and then see what you can do about getting a job and some friends. The second is that much as Fluttershy is a rather cute pony, and you wouldn’t mind sleeping with her on a regular basis, you had made a deal to yourself to not give into her, and push her to her limit in her attempts to woo you, or with regards to your current situation, her attempts to molest you in your sleep. Which reminds you – shouldn’t there be cum either on her hoof or on the bed somewhere? Or could it just be that Fluttershy is very bad at pleasing men? Not that you can blame her – she is, after all, somewhat of a recluse.
Much as you are keen to enjoy the moment, it is time to get up. Carefully, you remove Fluttershy’s forelegs from wrapping around you and replace them with a pillow. Fortunately, she doesn’t seem to notice, and after grabbing your clothes off the floor, you are able to silently sneak out of the room and into the nearby bathroom. After taking a much needed shit and then shower, you put on your clothes and head out towards the door. You wish you could complete your daily hygienic ritual with a nice shave – if you were going to make amends to some ponies, you might as well look good doing it – but alas, Fluttershy has no razor, a consequence of being a single mare who does not grow facial hair. Nevertheless, she does at least have a brush, and so you manage to make yourself look relatively presentable. Afterwards, you tip toe down the hallway and sneak out the front door.
There are four ponies you will need to apologize to today: Lyra, Cloud Kicker, Pinkie Pie, and Applejack. You decide to apologize to Lyra first, as she is the closest. Next to the window to Fluttershy’s spare room, there is a rather large bush, which you walk over to. You place your arm in, and hear a quiet “eep!” from the teal-colored mare who had been hiding in it.
“Good morning, Lyra!”
Realizing that she has been quite clearly busted for spying in on you , Lyra slowly steps out of the bushes with an embarrassed look on her face. “Oh hi there Anon. Nice, uh, weather we’re having lately.”
You were not going to ask what Lyra was doing spying on you while you slept. This would not be the first time you’ve noticed her watching you from a distance, and it would probably seem logical to her that her mint colored fur might serve as a decent form of camouflage—which would only be logical if she found a mint-colored bush.
“Alright Lyra, let’s ignore why you were in the bush, because I’ve got something completely different to talk to you about.”
Lyra blushes as she hears you call her out, but as you finish your sentence, her embarrassment is quickly dropped, and she adopts a more neutral, and curious-looking face. “Something else? Like what?”
“Well,” you say, breathing a deep sigh, “I actually wanted to apologize to you for something.”
Lyra’s eyes widen. “Excuse me? What do you have to apologize for? I should be the one who…”
You cut her off. “Actually Lyra, you don’t. I’ve been kind of an asshole to pretty much every pony I’ve spoken to in Equestria, and that includes you. In spite of some… recent developments, I’ve pretty much treated you like a creepy pervert, when I’m fairly sure there’s more than that to you.”
Lyra laughs. “No, you’re actually fairly spot on. I kind of am a little bit freaky and some things really just sort of fascinate me to the point where I get a little bit obsessive. Your hands, I guess, would be one of those obsessions. It’s a bit difficult to explain what it’s like when I get like this, but well, it drives me to do weird things like spying on you through the bushes.”
You pause to think for a moment about how best to dissolve this situation without generating too much awkwardness, and instead decide to take the most awkward approach. “Hey Lyra, you wanted to know what my hands felt like, right?”
“Well yeah, they seem so interesting so I wanted to know what they felt like. It’s like they’re a bunch of tiny little tentacles attached to your foreleg or something. I mean I’ve seen claws, but those are sharp, those… I have no idea what they were even designed for, but it just makes me want to…” She trails off into something incomprehensible, so you feel it best to finish what you were about to say.
“So, I’ve got an idea. How about we have a little trade. I’ll let you feel my hands, and in exchange, you let me feel what, say, your horn feels like.”
You’re not entirely sure what a unicorn’s horn serves to them other than as a focus for their magic, but based on how bright red Lyra’s normally minty face had become, you might as well have just asked her if you could fondle her lady bits. She stammers a bit. “W-w-well s-sure, i-i-if that’s w-what you’d like.”
“Hey, if you don’t want to” – before you can finish your sentence, Lyra grabs your right hand with her hooves and pulls it closer to her. “Nope, not going to miss an opportunity like this. Doesn’t matter the cost.”
You leave Lyra to spend the next few minutes playing around with your hand. She feels them about, and makes a comment about how soft they are, and how they feel much different from fur or scales. After this, she spends a minute or so trying to see how your fingers move, watching how they can curl in one direction, but will resist movement in the other. She balls your fingers up into a half-fist, uncurls them, and then tries out a few other configurations of finger positions, before finally letting go of your hand.
Lyra sighs and lowers her head to present her horn to you. “Okay, I’m done with your hand. You can play with my horn now if you want.”
“Hey, look, if you don’t really want to, you don’t have to…”
“No! A deal’s a deal!” Lyra interrutps. “If I wasn’t okay with you doing it, I wouldn’t have agreed to it.”
You hesitate for a moment before slowly moving your hand to the the base of her horn. You place her horn between your middle finger and thumb and begin to feel around it. The surface is definitely hard, much unlike skin or fur, but more like a very well polished rock. There are no blemishes along her horn aside from a spiral indentation that travels around the horn that might as well have been machined into it. You let your index finger follow the indentation around her horn from the base to the tip, and as you do, you hear Lyra begin to pant a little. Turning your focus to her face, you see that her eyes are squinted shut. You remove your hand from her horn.
“Lyra, are you okay?”
She ignores you and grabs your hand in her telekinesis to bring it back to her horn. “Don’t. Stop.” She takes a pause to breathe in between each word which you might have interpreted as two separate commands had she not been holding your hand in place with her telekinesis. Yep. You were definitely playing with her lady bits.
Not knowing how best to please a unicorn using their horn, you decide to experiment a little. You wrap your fingers around her horn, but leave your thumb at the top and let it rub against the tip. As you would have expected, this seems to be the most sensitive part, and as a result, Lyra has gone from light panting to heavy moaning, although she is careful not to be so loud as to wake up Fluttershy.
With your first bit of experimentation a success, you decide to intensify things a little bit. Knowing that the tip is the most sensitive part, you alternate between rubbing it and using your middle finger to rub against the spiral of her horn, which you recognize as the second most sensitive part. Occasionally, you will tease Lyra by rubbing the tip just a little bit longer than normal, but will compensate for this by rubbing the spiral for longer, thus causing her to edge longer.
You aren’t entirely sure if it is possible for a unicorn to orgasm through their horn, but after a few minutes, you figure it might best to bring your little bit of foreplay to a conclusion. You bring your mouth close to Lyra’s horn, and in spite of her quick and panicked “wait, don’t!” you are already too late into the movements to stop. You place your tongue upon the tip of her horn and taste mint.
Immediately afterwards, you are flung several feet and land on the ground more or less in pain, although you suppose it would not feel nearly as bad had you not already had a few injuries there from the bear mauling. Nonetheless, you suffer no permanent damage, though this does not stop Lyra from rushing over to you once you have landed.
“I’m so sorry I should have warned you earlier that I was so sensitive there and” – you lift a hand up to let her know to stop. “Relax, we’re even now.”
You get up off your back and extend your hand to Lyra. “Friends?”
“Umm… sure, we could be friends,” she says as she offers a hoof forward, which you clasp in your hand and shake. “Though if you want to be just friends, I’d honestly suggest we stay away from doing that again. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but uhh… friends and friends with benefits are two completely different roads, the latter of which I’m not sure you’d want to go down if you’re going to be sleeping with Fluttershy”
“Hey wait a minute,” you say as you get back onto your feet, “I never said anything about sleeping with Fluttershy. I may have woken up next to her naked this morning, but I have never done anything with her, nor have I wanted to.”
“Is that so?” Lyra dons a very sly smile as she looks you into the eyes. You have a bad feeling about what she’s going to say next. “Is that why you were moaning ‘oh Fluttershy, please ride me’ while you were stroking your dick yesterday evening?”
Given that Lyra had been stalking you for over a week off and on, it shouldn’t be coming as a surprise to you that she may have been watching you yesterday, and yet somehow you cannot help yourself from at least feeling disappointed in your newly-made friend. “Come on Lyra, you weren’t seriously watching me while I did that.”
Despite your protests, Lyra continues her teasing, maintaining a rather annoying grin. “Ohhhh, so is that what your hands were designed for? Tools for pleasuring yourself and others? You know it’s too bad you’re into Fluttershy, I can think of a few ponies who wouldn’t mind having someone like you to toss around with in their beds. Ponies like Cloud Kicker, and…” As Lyra trails off with a list of ponies’ names, the name “Cloud Kicker” sticks in your head as you remember that she is one of the ponies who you intended to apologize to today.
“… and I’ve heard Derpy’s always good in the sack, though I can’t speak from experience.”
“Excuse me, did you say Cloud Kicker earlier?”
Lyra gives you a surprised look. “Well yeah, everypony’s been with her a few times, even ponies who already have mates. Come to think about it, I probably should have told you that I’m in a committed relationship before you gave me that horn job.”
That was a bit of information you would have rather not heard, but nevertheless, you choose not to push on it. You have more important matters to attend to “You wouldn’t happen to know where Cloud Kicker lives, would you?”
Lyra giggles for a bit. “Yes, why? Looking for seconds?”
You shoot her a glare to show your lack of amusement. “Actually no. I wanted to apologize to her about something I said to her earlier.”
At this point, Lyra can hardly contain her laughter. “Oh, you mean like how you just ‘apologized’ to me? I’m sure she’ll appreciate it!”
As much as you would like Lyra to help you in finding Cloud Kicker, she is starting to get on your nerves, and you don’t need or want her if she’s going to be annoying you the whole time. “Fuck it, I’ll find her myself,” you say as you turn in the direction of Ponyville and start to walk away.
“Wait, look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to” – you don’t want to hear anything more from Lyra, so you try to ignore her and keep walking. Moments later, you hear a loud pop, and Lyra appears before you from a burst of light. You keep walking – unicorns teleporting no longer comes as a surprise to you by now, and you know that they can’t keep it up for very long. If Lyra wants to keep following you, she’ll need to do so on her own four feet. Much to your dismay, she does just that.
“Listen, Anon, if you don’t want me to tease you then fine, I’ll do just that. But I don’t want to lose a friend I just made just because I can’t keep my mouth shut. That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?”
You stop walking. Saying the wrong things at the wrong time seems to be your key flaw, and you were just about to abandon a mare for pulling the same kind of shit that you likely would have done yourself. You turn to Lyra and let out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry. I guess I’ve been overreacting again. If you still want to be my friend, that’s fine I suppose. Just lay off on the teasing. I’d rather not have someone go about pushing my buttons after I just gave her the most awkward handjob ever.”
The next half hour or so is spent in awkward silence as you and Lyra travel along the road into Ponyville. You contemplate striking up a conversation to break the silence and make things significantly less awkward, but your mind is plagued more and more throughout the walk with the potential implications of what had gone on between the two of you that morning. Can one keep a platonic friendship that started with a sexual fling? Would this be something you’d need to talk with Twilight about the next time she decides to send off a friendship report to her mentor, or would it be better to not ever mention to Twilight of your strange sexual misadventures with unicorns? And most importantly, you are starting to wonder – did you seriously use the words “gave her” and “handjob” in the same sentence earlier?
Inevitably, the silence is broken as you enter Ponyville and Lyra begins leading you through the side streets. “Soooo, Lyra,” you begin, trying as hard as you can to clear your head of the past half hour’s tangent, “what is Cloud Kicker like exactly? I’ve only known her for the five minutes I’ve spoken to her… before calling her a harlot and telling her to go away.”
Lyra laughed loudly. “Anon, you would not be the first guy or the last to say that to her. If that’s all you need to apologize to her over, I think you’ll be okay. She’s forgiven ponies for a lot worse.” She pauses for a moment and places a hoof against her chin. “As for what she’s like as a pony… well, I suppose the best way to describe her would be a big bundle of fun. As long as you don’t ask her too much about her past. Also makes a great wing-mare. If there is any pony in Ponyville you have a taste for, she will have your back.”
Realizing you might actually be able to get a good second opinion on the Fluttershy situation, you begin to feel a bit more anxious to finally being able to sit down and talk with her. “Alright,” you say, a smile growing on your face, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“So, changed your mind about banging me?”
When Cloud Kicker had answered the door, you half-expected her to be at least a little bit angry for how you had treated her the last time you spoke with her, but judging by the big, smug grin currently sitting on her face, you would have to say that this is in fact, the opposite of how she feels right now.
“Um,” you stumble trying to find the right words to say to the blonde-maned pony in front of you, whose eyes display so much confidence, they are almost intimidating. “Actually, no. I wanted to apologize for earlier.”
“Apologize?” Cloud Kicker rubs her forehead with her hoof as she tries to recall her interactions with you. “I’m sorry, I can’t remember anything you’ve done that would’ve pissed me off. What did you do again?”
“I called you a harlot and yelled at you to get the hell away from me. It really isn’t a nice way to turn a pony down, and for that, I’m sorry. I don’t really think you’re a harlot or anything like that.”
With a few seconds of delay after you finish your apology, Cloud Kicker bursts into laughter. “Wait, hold on, you thought that would offend me?” She takes a few seconds to finish her laugh and get a chance to breathe before continuing. “You are way too polite, kid. I’ve been called a lot worse by stallions, and most of them never bother to apologize. Apology most definitely accepted.” She pauses for a moment before leaning her head in close to you. “Now is there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?”
You take a step back and clear your throat. “Actually there is something. I’ve been realizing that my stay in Ponyville is probably going to be permanent, so I’ve been trying to make a few friends, and…” at this point you realize that Cloud Kicker’s attention is not entirely focused on you. “…is there something on my face?”
Cloud Kicker shook her head. “Oh, no, you’re fine, really, continue.” You are about to open your mouth to speak more when you notice an expression of both surprise and amusement upon her face. “Lyra, did he really?”
You turn your head to your green companion, who is currently standing on her two hind legs and appears to be communicating in some form of pony sign language. When she notices you are now staring at her, she stops and gets back down onto all four of her hooves again. “What? I was telling her an amazing story of a colt I met in a bar.”
You make a mental note that Lyra can’t lie her way out of a paper bag. Turning your attention back to Cloud Kicker, you find that she is smiling. “Look, mister…” she hangs on her words waiting for you to fill in for her. “Anon.” “Anon, right. I can see we have a bright future together as friends. Why don’t you come inside, I’ve just made breakfast.”
Not wanting to be rude, you follow Cloud Kicker into her house, to find that it is surprisingly well tidied. Had you not previously spoken with her, you would not have guessed that this house belonged to a pony who had most likely slept with half the town.
“So tell me Anon,” says Cloud Kicker, offering you a seat next to her on her couch, “do you have any plans for where you’re going to stay here in Ponyville? I heard you got evicted from the Library.”
You take a seat on the couch and let yourself sink into it. “Well, right now I’ve been staying at Fluttershy’s cottage until these injuries heal.” You pull down the collar of your shirt to reveal some of Fluttershy’s bandages on your chest, earning a slightly grossed out look from her. “After that,” you continue, “I’ve got no clue. Just between you, me, and the gatepost though, I might be able to stay there, as it seems she has a bit of a crush on me.”
“Oh, do tell,” says Cloud Kicker with a rather intrigued look about her face.
“Yep, and she’s not too shy about showing it. Stripped me naked in my sleep and decided she’d cuddle up against my naked body.”
“Uhh…” Cloud Kicker raises an eyebrow, beginning to look concerned, “do I need to have a chat with Fluttershy about what is and is not considered a valid form of consent?”
“No, please don’t!” you blurt out, earning you an even more concerned look from Cloud Kicker. “Look, I know it probably sounds rather weird, but I rather enjoy it. I haven’t been telling her though, because I want to see how far she’ll push herself on me. She’s way too shy normally, and if I can get her to make all of the advances herself, I don’t have to worry about any awkwardness in the relationship. I play hard to get and she gets to take things at her own pace.”
“Anon, that is…” Cloud Kicker pauses, for a half-second, as if distracted by a memory, “…actually quite brilliant. Why didn’t I ever think of that when I was with her?”
“You were with Fluttershy?”
Cloud Kicker immediately covers her mouth with her hooves. “Oh, horseapples. I should not have told you that. That never leaves this house, alright?”
You nod. “Alright, and so is my interest in Fluttershy. I’d rather not have the whole town know I might be up for having sex with mares.”
Cloud Kicker giggles and shoots you a rather mischevious smile. “Mares, huh? Not a mare but mares ? As in you might be up for banging around with multiple mares at a time? I don’t suppose you’d be up for sharing Fluttershy every once in a while, would you? I’ll make it worth your while.”
The thought of bringing Fluttershy into an orgy with half the town briefly crosses your mind before reality snaps back to you and you realize that she likely would not be the kind to enjoy too much extra company and might just suffer performance anxiety. Moreover, there was also the fact that it violated your commitment to letting her make all of the advances.
“Tell you what,” you say with a rather smug grin, “I’ll accept your proposal the day Fluttershy suggests it to me. Until then, you’ll have to do with only sleeping with half of Ponyville.”
Cloud Kicker’s smile widens. “Is that a challenge, mister Anon?”
You shrug. “I suppose it is.”
Cloud Kicker wraps a hoof around you. “And this, Anon, is why you and me are going to be the best of friends.”
You hear Lyra’s voice calling from the kitchen. “Are you guys finished discussing future sex plans? Because the hay bacon is getting cold, and if you all aren’t going to eat it, I will.”
“Alright, bring it in here, let’s eat,” Cloud Kicker shouts back.
After a minute or so, Lyra brings in a large serving tray with hay bacon and hash browns. You aren’t entirely sure why Cloud Kicker had cooked enough for three, nor whether this is a regular occurance for her, but you decide not to ask.
Taking a bite of a strip of hay bacon, you find that it is more or less bacon-flavored bread. If one can imagine the myriad of bacon-flavored products back on Earth that never actually contained any bacon, that would be what you are eating now. You cannot fathom how it is that ponies eat this crap, but do not speak up on this subject, lest you be rude to your host.
When you finish your breakfast, you and Lyra are informed by Cloud Kicker that you would have to leave, as she needs to get ready for work. After a few good byes, you and Lyra leave the house to go to your next destination for the day – Sugarcube Corner.
“I’m going to have to go to one of her parties, aren’t I?”
“Yep.”
“Lots of sugary sweets and half the town’s going to be there?”
“Probably.”
“It’s going to be extremely awkward for everyone, isn’t it?”
“Most definitely.”
You and Lyra come to a stop near the door to Sugarcube Corner, a bakery which has the appearance of being made of sweets. If you hadn’t known that it was obviously impractical to make the roof out of gingerbread and icing and the upstairs room out of a cupcake, it probably could have fooled you into thinking that the house was edible. This did not stop Pinkie Pie from explicitly informing you that it was not the last time you visited here, meaning that it is entirely within the realm of possibilities that she had tried to take a bite out of the house at one point, only to discover it is merely cleverly disguised wood. You chuckle a little to yourself at the thought of this before finally pushing the door open and entering the bakery.
A bell rings as the door is opened, alerting one of the owners, a blue-coated earth pony who you know only as Mrs. Cake, to your presence.
“Anonymous, I haven’t seen you in ages? What can I do you for?”
“Oh, I’m just looking for…” You take a quick glance around the room to see if you can find Pinkie Pie. Although there are a few customers sitting down at tables enjoying their breakfast pastries, there is no sign of the pink party-mare. “…say, you wouldn’t happen to have seen Pinkie Pie around, have you?”
Mrs. Cake chuckles. “Oh, her? Yes, she’s in the kitchen packing away some crates of apples that Applejack just dropped off. She shouldn’t be long.”
“Oh, Applejack’s here too? That’s actually perfect. Mind if I have a minute of their time when they’re done?” You’re not entirely sure if it is best to be bothering Pinkie Pie when she’s on the clock, but hopefully, you figure, this will go by quickly enough so as not deprive the Cakes of too much of their worker’s time.
“Oh, sure, no problem. She should have a break coming up soon anyways now that most of the morning customers have come through.” She raises her voice and calls towards the kitchen, “Pinkie, Applejack, can I get you to come out here when you’re done? You have guests!”
Mrs. Cake leads you and Lyra to an empty table where you can sit and wait for Pinkie Pie to be finished with her work. As you wait, you catch notice of the manner in which Lyra is sitting, which is almost exactly the same way in which you are. You cannot tell if she is trying to mock you or whether she has some sort of back problem that requires her to sit in an unorthodox manner compared to other ponies. This trail of thought does not last long, as after a minute or so, you hear Pinkie Pie’s loud, excited voice. “Nonny!”
You turn your head just fast enough to see her tackle-hug you out of your chair and into the ground. The force of it all is enough to disorient you for a few seconds, however you are soon able to snap out of it and see Pinkie Pie standing on top of you with a very large grin across her face.
“Hi Nonny, what brings you here?”
“Pinkie, not that I don’t appreciate it, but could you please get off of me.”
“Oh, sorry.” Pinkie Pie steps off of your chest, allowing you to stand back up. As you get back onto your feet, you notice Applejack glaring at you from across the room. You suppose it would be best to get this apology business out of the way quickly.
“So um, Pinkie Pie,” you begin, trying to keep your words slow so as not to make any mistakes that could make things worse, “I came here because I wanted to apologize to you.” You take another quick look over to Applejack and see that she no longer looks as angry as she was a few seconds ago. You take this as a sign that this was probably a good idea, and won’t end up with Applejack knocking one of your teeth out for making Pinkie Pie cry. “I realize I’ve been kind of a jerk to most of the ponies I’ve spoken to here in Ponyville over the past few months, you especially. I know that, back when we last spoke, I turned down one of your party invitations and yelled at you after you kept trying to get me to come anyways. I know it’s a bit late to make an apology, but I’m trying to get my life back on track, and I don’t want to leave ponies mad at me.”
“I’m not mad at you,” says Pinkie Pie before you can add anything more to your speech. “I mean, you were kind of rude, but that was three months ago, silly.”
“Pinkie, even if it was three months, that doesn’t make it right that I did it. Now will you accept my apology?”
Pinkie Pie presses her hoof against her chin and makes a loud “hmmm” sound for a moment before giving you an answer. “Okie dokie lokie,” she says in her usual high-pitched, chipper voice that makes it seem as if nothing wrong had ever happened. “But,” she adds, “that is only if, iff , you let me plan you a party tonight. Deal?”
You place a hand out to offer her a hand/hoof-shake which she accepts. “I suppose I’m prepared to accept that. Deal.”
“Good, see you at 8, and don’t be late!” says Pinkie Pie before trotting off back to the kitchen.
With Pinkie Pie’s apology out of the way, the only pony left to talk to is Applejack, who is conveniently standing right across the room from you, leaning against a counter. You walk over to her. “Applejack, I” – you are interrupted by her placing a hoof in front of your chest.
“No need to say the same thing twice pardner, I already know what you want to say. As long as that whole spiel wasn’t a bunch of horseapples, I’ll forgive you too.”
You nod your head. “Um, thanks. For what it’s worth, I really am trying to be a better person. I’ve kind of realized that I’m probably not going to be able to ever get home, so burning bridges isn’t exactly in my best interest.”
Applejack smiles. “I’d reckon so. Fortunately, you’ll be able to get all the chances to make yourself look like a better person , or whatever you call your species, at the party tonight. If I can make a suggestion, show up a little early. You might just be able to get a little socializing in and make some friends here in Ponyville, instead of ponies that’d want to knock your teeth out.”
“I’ll try to keep that in mind.” You start to become tense as you realize that Applejack may still be a bit mad at you in spite of your apology. You decide it might not be the wisest idea to stick around for too much longer. “Well um, I need to head back to Fluttershy’s place, I have to…” you try to think up an excuse, but none come, “do some uh… things. Yeah.”
Without giving Applejack a chance to question your half-assed excuse, you quickly make a bee-line for the door, making things even more awkward for you than had you simply walked away.
Once out of Sugarcube Corner, you keep up your run for a good minute or so before finally slowing down into a walk. You take a look around you now that you have put some distance between yourself and an awkward situation. There are at least half a dozen ponies staring at you with confused looks upon their faces, probably wondering what the hell your problem was, or alternatively, just what the fuck you were. You try not to look any of them in the eyes and make your way towards the city limits. It is both a blessing and a curse that Ponyville is a rather small town, as this means that traversing it will not take too long; however, most of the ponies who saw you will likely remember you. Just great.
The walk back to Fluttershy’s house is long and plagued with your inner tangents about how royally fucked you must be, whether or not Fluttershy is worth the sheer level of awkwardness you have already made for yourself before even getting to know most of Ponyville, and whether it might just be better to wander off into the Everfree and let a swift death take you away. These thoughts are not even the worst part of your trek, however, as the near-noontime sun is beating down hard on your back at a temperature you might surmise to be close to 90 degrees farenheit. You almost wish a pegasus would decide to dump the contents of a raincloud upon your head as some form of prank, as that might at least cool you off, but alas, the walk is lonely, with neither pegasus nor cloud to be seen in the sky.
Towards the end of your walk, you end up removing your shirt and tying it around your chest, just to be able to bear the heat of the sun. It is not as if anyone will care – not only are there no ponies around you that you can see, but there is also the fact that it is entirely normal for ponies to walk around in the nude.
Eventually, you come to Fluttershy’s door. You don’t even bother to knock, as you just want to escape the sun and the bullshit of life. When you enter into the house, the first thing you see is Fluttershy lying on the couch—with a yellow horn that appears to be crudely made out of some sort of modeling clay strapped to her head.
“Oh, um... good afternoon Anon. Youwouldn’thappentohaveafetishforalicornswouldyou?”
Author's Note
I am going to be honest, I have no idea where I am driving this train. The only thing I know is that it has no breaks.
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.
Running away from Fluttershy
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.