Jack in Equestria

We fed the animals that morning, and I asked about her home. Fluttershy told me a great deal that I already knew (or thought I knew) from watching the show. She asked about my home, but I wasn't very forthcoming.

About noon, we were both hungry. I found I could cook oatmeal with raisins and honey, and there were plenty of fresh vegetables. She was a little alarmed when I told her that humans like to eat meat, but that evening Harry brought me a fresh salmon, which I was able to fry.

That first night, I prepared to sleep on the couch. A bunny sat in front of me, pointed at his eyes, at mine, and at his again, fixing me with a stern look. "Now Angel bunny, be nice to our guest." Fluttershy lightly hopped down the stairs, wearing a long blue nightgown decorated with pink butterflies. She laid out a pillow and blanket for me on the couch, and asked, "Do you have everything you need?"

"I don't really have any pajamas to wear. I hope it's okay that I sleep in my underwear."

She looked confused. "Of course it is. We ponies don't even wear clothes most of the time."

She trotted back up the stairs. As I watched the fabric of her nightgown clinging to the contours of her hindquarters, I was suddenly very much aware of her femininity.

The next day, it was more of the same, feeding animals and talking. She told me her friends were away in the Crystal Empire, but she stayed behind because she couldn't find anyone to care for her animals. It would be just the two of us for a little over a week.

At night, we sat on her couch together. I brought out my phone--magically powered by Discord--and read her some innocent jokes. I brought up some cat videos, and she sidled closer to get a good look. I watched the light of the screen reflecting in her turquoise eyes, and felt a tingling in my crotch. As a video ended, she realized I had absent-mindedly begun to stroke her fur. She blushed and scooted imperceptibly away from me, hiding her yellow face behind pink mane.

"I'm sorry. I was just admiring how beautiful you are."

"I, um--well, uh. I--I need to get to bed." It was still early, but I watched her flee up the stairs and shut the door. With a rush of longing in my chest, I washed up and laid down on the couch to watch more videos while I drifted off. After turning off the phone, I thought I could hear low, soft moans coming from her room.

The next day was awkward. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I watched her flank as she trotted about. I couldn't keep my mind on my chores, spilling way too much food around for the squirrels. As she flitted up to the birdhouses, I admired her long, yellow feathers. But we spoke little, and she couldn't meet my eyes. I swear her vulva was swollen and winking at me, and her musky scent was overpowering. Worst of all, my balls were aching from being around her without any kind of release.

After a dinner with little conversation, she apologized for being rude (she wasn't) and promptly went to bed. I took a bath, and climbed onto the couch. I laid awake for a long time, doing nothing. I must have fallen asleep.