Plushershy

Fluttershy snorted herself awake.

For an instant, she had no idea where she was. Rolling over nearly caused her to tumble off of the couch, and the late-morning sun pierced her senses sufficiently enough to cover her face with a pillow. She heard the early bird sound of Rural Route’s mail wagon as it clattered by, mingling with the songs of the winged critters who were among her best friends.

“…mnrgh…” She groaned, “…Angel sweetie…what time is it…”

“Almost eleven,” A familiar voice that was definitely not rabbit chittering replied.

Fluttershy’s brain came into focus. Her ears correctly identified the voice as Twilight’s, and the events of the previous evening began to came back to her. There was a scent on the horizon too – Trottingham Breakfast Tea with a hint of cream. Fluttershy abandoned the pillow and sat up.

“Sorry…” She muttered, rubbing her eyes, “I guess I fell asleep. Did you make some tea?”

Twilight didn’t reply. Fluttershy squinted and took note of the fresh pot of tea on the coffee table. Twilight was sitting on the couch massaging her belly in an oddly tender way, as though she had just been kicked there. Her horn was alight, and a scrap of paper was floating before her eyes.

Fluttershy ignored the tea out of concern for her friend. “Twilight? Is everything okay?”

Twilight brought an empty teacup to her lips and sipped obliviously at it twice. Her eyes remained on the paper, and it took her a moment to finally reply. “It’s Butterscotch,” she said gravely.

Fluttershy glanced out into the room. Her new toy had been moved back to his original position on the rug before the hearth, but otherwise he seemed none the worse for wear. His eternal grin, rearing posture, and proud stallionhood waited patiently for his next playtime.

“What about him?” She finally asked. “He looks okay to me.”

“Remember his scent?”

Fluttershy blinked. “He…um…well he probably smells like us now, I guess…”

“I mean before that,” Twilight clarified. “Do you remember the scent he came out of the box with?”

Fluttershy didn’t have to think too hard about it. “Mmhm. It sorta smelled…well kinda like me, but not like me. I dunno how they managed that, but it’s pretty amazing.”

Twilight floated the paper over to her friend.

“I do. They didn’t.”

Fluttershy read-

Dear Big Sis,

Hey Sis, it’s your favorite little brother! How’s it going? Save Equestria again lately?

Fluttershy ignored her brother’s penchant for writing out ‘heh’ over and over to simulate laughter, and read on-

Anyway, I gotta say, I’m impressed. I never thought you’d spring for a custom job from Heaven Sent! These things aren’t cheap. Can’t quite figure out why you wanted it to be you, though. And they tell me I’m vain!

So hey, I figured if mom and dad found this thing stuff might get weird, So I wrapped it up in a different box and sent it to you. You should really be more careful what address you put down on order forms.

“But that’s not why I…” Fluttershy sputtered, “I didn’t…”

I hope you don’t mind, but, heh…well, I figured you owe me for covering your butt for you. Don’t worry though. I wrapped her up just perfect when I was done.

“…”

I don’t keep the kinda lube you use with these things around, but hey, I have the advantage of the real thing, so I just used the essence of my breeze! I’m sticking this note in just to let you know I totally support your weird fetishes, Sis, and after a little hooves-on learning, I totally get them now, too.

Catch you when you come visit next week, later!

--Zephyr Breeze

P.S. – I uh…don’t remember if I cleaned it out, but I need to get this thing to the post office by five. Sorry about that!

Fluttershy felt her jaw drop. For nearly a minute, the silence threatened to rend the eardrums of both of the ponies relaxing in Fluttershy’s living room. Twilight finally broke it-

“…did your brother…?”

Fluttershy nodded, “Uh-huh.”

“…is he gay?”

Fluttershy cleared her throat. “Zephyr…doesn’t care what’s between your legs,”

“…b-but…” Twilight twitched, “…he just…but…Butterscotch is just…”

“His big sister with a penis,” Fluttershy finished the thought as she filled herself with the calmness of a long draw from a steaming cup of tea.

“…would he really…?”

Fluttershy closed her eyes and took another dainty sip. “I’ll…have a talk with him next week.”

By the time the pot of tea was gone, Twilight had recounted the bolts in Fluttershy’s ceiling an additional thirteen times. Her mind was burning. She had to say it.

“You don’t…really think he forgot to clean Butterscotch out, do you?”

Fluttershy’s calm had become a Zen exercise. A squirrel had found its way into her lap, and she was stroking it a bit too roughly. “I don’t know, but…forgetting to do things is my brother’s specialty.”

Twilight stroked her tummy again. Fluttershy took a breath and asked a question of her own.

“It…it doesn’t stay viable for long outside the body…does it?”

“O-of course not!” Twilight cackled manically. “Well I…I never exactly read up on that fact, but how could it, right? I mean Butterscotch isn’t even real! Your brother’s…um…stuff, er…whatever, couldn’t possibly still be--!”

“Y-you know…they say that when you drink something after somebody else, it’s like kissing them indirectly,” Fluttershy commented cryptically.

Twilight was now the one twiddling her hooves. “What…in Equestria did we do last night?”

“Nothing,” Fluttershy said soberly. “Absolutely nothing. I…think I need to go feed the chickens.”

“R-right! I have, um, princess stuff to do!” Twilight shot to her hooves and was halfway to the door before Fluttershy called out in her typically gentle voice-

“Twilight?”

“…yes?”

“…um…same time day after tomorrow?”

Twilight glanced down at her tummy. “…clean him first. For the love of Celestia, clean him first.”

Fluttershy spent the afternoon medicating her brain with every flavor of tea in her cupboard. Butterscotch ended up in the broom closet. He didn't stay there long.