“ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW GUYS!? AGAIN!?”

Anon jumped up in fear, his foot slipping on the unabsorbed puddle of Mrs. Shy’s lubrication and his own cum and sending him toppling off of the mattress and onto the floor in a heap of sweaty, disgusting Anon humanity.

Mr. Shy perked up, snapping immediately out of his half-crying desperation and looking over at Fluttershy with a smile and a wave, “Oh hello Fluttershy! Sorry about this, you said you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.”

Fluttershy stomped into the room, a whole herd of animals watching fearfully at the door, they knew that an angry Fluttershy could be deadly.

“DAD! We talked about this!” Anon sat up, nursing his head which had smashed off the floor, he had never seen Fluttershy in one of these states, where she managed to be pissed while still using her soft, dulcet tones. “First of all, when I say that you and mom can use my place, I don’t mean that you can use it to have one of your depraved sex-parties!”

Mrs. Shy moaned and rolled over, too tired to care that she had just rolled through a sopping puddle of her and Anon’s juices coating her fur and hair like an obscene sponge as she struggled to catch her breath. “B-but Fluttershy… huf huf how are we supposed to invite non-cloudwalking ponies, zebras and minotau-”

“MOM! That’s TOO MUCH INFORMATION.”

“...to our cloud house? We need someplace on the ground.” Mrs. Shy explained, taking off her glasses to wipe the rope of dried Anon of it, stubbornly trying to polish it off with her wing before deciding to just lick it clean.

“I don’t care! Get a hotel or something!” Fluttershy stomped her hoof.

“But your mom hates hotels, Fluttershy. Who knows what’s in those beds?” Mr. Shy stepped over and nuzzled his wife, who warmly returned his nuzzle. “Great work by the way Honeybun, you were amazing.”

“Awww…. You too my little Hugglesmith, that acting at the end was incredible! I really added the kick I needed.” The happy couple hugged each other.

“GUYS! I’M NOT DONE HERE.” Fluttershy separated them with her wings ferociously, before shaking the wing that had touched her mother because of the… coating it had. “You talk about dirty hotel mattresses, but LOOK AT MY BED!” She pointed at her mattress, which was a mixture of cum stains, sweat streaks, and puddles of unabsorbed unspeakable fluids. “I told you LAST TIME that earth-mattresses aren’t like cloud-mattresses! You can’t just go out and grab a new cloud to replace them! This is going to cost me hundreds of bits!”

Anon perked up, “Speaking of bits, Mrs. Shy...”

“AND YOU!” Fluttershy whirled on him, “WHAT THE BUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!?” Fluttershy prodded him in the chest as she stood over him. “Why is it that you seem to sleep with every pony under the sun BUT me? Huh?” The abnormally assertive Fluttershy continued poking him.

Mrs. Shy coughed slightly at this. “Oh honey… you don’t want this one, trust me.” She smiled sweetly at Anon. “He would tear you apart. Thank you so much Mr. Anon, that was a life-changing experience. I won’t be able to sit or walk straight for a month.” She winked at him.

Fluttershy was shaking with dumbfounded, stupefied rage, slowly turning back to look at Anon for some response. If she was expecting anything other than a troll, she would be highly disappointed. “I dunno yellowquiet… me and you? Eh, I mean, let’s be honest here, Fluttershy, you’re like… three out of ten at best.”

“WHAT!?” Fluttershy slammed Anon’s shoulders back against the wall. “And don’t you remember how angry Dash was when you pulled these shenanigans with HER mom? How did you think you were going to avoid getting in huge trouble with ME!?”

Anon rolled his eyes slightly, then winced heavily. “Ah ah ah… my head! I landed on it when I fell… ouch!”

Fluttershy instantly shrank, like a wilting flower, her wings slammed to her sides and her eyes opened up big and wide, her voice dropped several decibel levels and she nuzzled in close to Anon, no longer caring about the sexual-ichor coating him. “Oh no! P-poor h-human… you just wait right there and I’ll fix you right up.”

Anon looked over at Mrs. Shy, and mouthed the word: ‘Bits.’

Mrs. Shy nodded. “Of course! And shall we schedule something for next week?”

Author's Note

LIKE AND FOLLOW IF YOU ENJOYED!

Woo!

So I just got this idea when I woke up this morning and HAD to get it out of my head and onto paper. This is totally outside my usual schedule, which has 4 fics being written right now with about 1000-1500 words per day (writing is very much a side gig, sorry fans and followers!)

The original idea that stayed with me after my dream state was super simple, just: what if a human dropped his trousers, and a pony was so stunned by what she saw that she just went: "Nuh huh, fuck that!" For some dumb reason I was so tickled with that, that I decided it had to be done.

So I took it to the Space Ponyos discord to ask which pony should be the target of my erotic assault... next thing I knew, I was thinking MILFs, just because. I almost went with stellar flare...

Then for some reason the idea of the sweet and innocent Mrs. Shy, and her super mild husband being ultra-kink swingers hit me.

It was magic.

A quick writing session after work and here we are. I hope you enjoyed, even if it is a bit of a different fetish than I'll usually write!

Sorry if the editing is fairly light, like I said, this is one of those fics I really just wanted to get out quick!