~ Part III ~

A Present Mind Filled with Negative Thoughts

Fluttershy loomed over me.

I didn't know what the hell she was doing. For the longest time, she just stood there, saying nothing, doing nothing, all to the point where I didn't even hear her breathe. I decided to keep still in fear of getting caught; I decided to keep silent to catch her in some act.

An act I had no clue of.

But then there was movement. I felt her lean downward, bringing her muzzle against my face. Each time she exhaled, the fur on my cheek stood up. What was she going to do? Was she going to whisper something? Maybe wake me up?

Then something soft and warm and wet caressed my cheek. Two plush and firm lips pressed into my skin. The sensation was pleasant. My heart was startled. An aching came from my cock. Fluttershy was kissing my cheek in my sleep?

I guess I could live with that. People who care about each other do that sometimes, right? I knew she kinda had a thing for me, so the act meant a bit more to us both, but still, it didn't anger me one bit. She was holding herself back. She obviously cared for me, unlike the rest.

But then her hooves raised onto the bed, making a crumpling sound as she did so, causing small indention in the mattress. Fluttershy wanted to hover over me? Why? To kiss someone else on my head? What would be the point—why risk waking me up?

And then she answered all my doubt with the worse answer I feared—letting the rest of herself onto the bed, Fluttershy draped herself along my body, leaving only the blanket between our skin. The sensation was pleasant at first: I felt her warmth through the covers. She weighed down on me, but in a way that was pleasant, her smooth barrel conforming around my own.

Fluttershy kept herself silent throughout it all. She also tried to be as still as she could manage. Her goal, then, was not to wake me up. But why? She was... soft and warm and I wanted to hug her so badly, but not when she had crept into my bed late into the night.

And then she did it. First, her mane tickled my cheek, collecting itself into a small pile there. Second, her breath swept down my snout. Third, she had her lips on my own. They weren't pressing down—which I almost wanted them to—but merely there.

Fluttershy was kissing me without kissing me.

What... what the hell was I supposed to do? Yell? Run? Fight? This mare was on top of being, having her lips against my own so slightly as to now wake me... and a few seconds later, had her groin rubbing against my own. She was subtle about it, and if I hadn't been awake, I wouldn't have felt it in my sleep.

But I wasn't asleep.

I was awake—and pissed.

My eyes opened on their open. “F-Fluttershy! What the hell?!”

Fluttershy's eyes too had been closed, snapping open at the sound of my voice, her pupils shrinking when they looked into my own. At once, she pulled back, flailing her forelegs into the air in a vain attempt to protect herself. Her wings flared out at once.

“I... I... I!”

“How dare you! G-Get off me!” There was no stopping the pain in my heart, overworked by my building anger, in which heat raided from every part of me. Harder than I should have, I threw a hoof against her side, pushing her off the bed. “The hell is wrong with you?! How... h-how could you have done something like that to me?!”

My heart winced more upon seeing Fluttershy tumbled on the floor, on which, she landed on her chest. She rolled over once, lying on her side, rubbing her snout as she gazed up at me. “You... I... eeeeep!”

I stood on the bed. When did I start to stand? I didn't know; my body worked on its own. All I did was stare at her, down at her. I towered above. She was beneath me. This wouldn't be a mare to screw me over—never again.

“Thought you got me with the caring act, huh? That I'd actually fall for your make belief sweetness? There's been better actors than you, Fluttershy.” I looked around the room, at the table and at the bookshelf. A wicked idea crossed my mind. “But you're weak! You're scared. Wasn't expecting for a sensitivestallion to be so strong, did ya?”

Why was I speaking like this? I wasn't how I normally was, but somehow, something inside of me had broke. An aspect of me drastically changed. It felt good to be in control, to tower over the mares that desired to be in control of me. But all the same, my heart pained again.

“But I know without a doubt I can take, you,” I went on. My voice had become a low growl. “And take everything you have. Wood, food, supplies. You live on the edge of town. Everything I need should be in here.”

“Y-You're wrong!” Fluttershy had started to cry, but I missed that detail. Once more, my heart began to hurt, but I ignored the feeling—those only got me in trouble in the first place. “This... this is all a misunderstanding! Please. I-I know you're not like this.”

“You're right! I wasn't.” I shook my head with a heavy exhale. “But it's you mares that broke me! That listened to me cry. Who pretend to care for me... all to take advantage of me! If this... if this whole world is going to be crazy...” I let my eyes closed, a smile crossing my lips. “...then I might as well become crazy too, right?”

Then something happened that I wasn't expecting.

“H-How dare I?” Fluttershy repeated my line, but this time, with more bite as her once kind voice raised in pitch. “How dare you! I take you into my home, give you my medicine, and give you my care, and what to do you do? You threaten to take everything in my home!”

“Because you tried to rape me! Because you mares are all alike—none of you gave a damn about your stallions! Used em' in your herds all so you could have a decent... have a decent... have a decent f-f-fuck!”

Fluttershy gasped. “You used that word in my home?!”

Guilt. I feltguilt. “I did it to prove a point.”

“You did it because you are rude!”

I wasn't expecting her to fight back. Words from her caught me off guard, even while I was fueled by my justified rage. I was at a lost for response; what was I supposed to do next? Fluttershy had flipped onto her hooves, standing once more, though still holding her muzzle.

“Did I lose my control over you? Did having the last stallion in all of the world push me a little over the edge? Of course it did!”

“And that shows that you never cared for me!”

“How do you know that, huh?” Fluttershy took a step toward the bed, and because of that, I took a step back on the bed. “Can you hear my thoughts? Feel my feelings? So what if I care for you and like you, you, you big, mean dummy?!”

D-Dummy? I had to blink at that.

“B-Because you put yourself on top of me and—“

“And tried to enjoy as much as you so I could put my feelings to rest. What? Does caring for you mean I have to cease being a girl, a mare with needs? Things may be different where you're from, mister, and I'm doing the best to still make you feel welcome.” Fluttershy stopped to take a deep breath, her pink mane frizzed all over the place. “But I'm still a mare that's used to have things were around here. Do I not get credit for trying to adapt to you?”

“I... b-but... you slept on me!”

“And I could have done a whole lot worse, mister! Yes, it wasn't right, but... but I'm repressed, alright?!” Fluttershy yelled, and yelled some more, panting between her yells to keep them afloat. “Every mare is! I get it. Some of them have been very mean to you because of that... but you don't get to be very mean to the rest of us!”

“Of course I do!” I said as I could take the punishment no longer. Gulping, I stepped forward and hopped off the bed, landing on the floor a few steps away from her. “Every mare so far has been crazy! Every mare so far has said they cared about me only to use me in the end! What do you expect me to do in the end?”

Fluttershy closed her eyes after my words, and I could hear her inhale. “I understand that you've been through a lot. A lot and a lot of terrible things. I can't say that it's any easier being the last stallion, but it's also very hard trying to be a kind mare right now.”

“A kind mare that cares?” I chuckled. “Yeah right.”

Fluttershy tucked in her bottom lip. “I do care for you.”

“Just so you can sleep with me.”

“What else would you like me to say, Harlan?” Fluttershy let her lip free, stepping toward me. “Because I do care for you! I do feel bad for everything terrible thing that's happened to you. You're sweet and you're kind, and sometimes, you feel as though you're as shy as me!”

Now it was my turn to tuck in my bottom lip. Averting my gaze, memories of my past were brought to my mind—of desks in the back of a classroom, sidewalks at night that were barren, and, of course, a dark room that's only light came from my tiny phone.

I wasn't anyone special; this world had made me into something that was. I knew and I knew it and oh, how I knew it. There was no mare here wanting me. I... I was so drained, but somehow, filled with anger.

Closing my eyes, I trusted my pained heart to do the speaking. “What... what is it you want of me, Fluttershy?”

Her hoofsteps were my first reply. Her coat brushing against my own was my second reply. Her hoof pressing my cheek toward her face was her third reply. “Everything,” she said to me, in a word I'd never heard so sweetly told. “Just because I'm a mare that wants to sleep with you... doesn't also mean I don't care for you.”

I sighed at her words, unable to speak any of my own.

“This world is not... “ She giggled. “...as black and white as you may think.” She sighed, lowering her muzzle. “Most mares cared for you only to sleep with you. I can understand why that hurts. But what about a mare who cares for you and wants to sleep with you? What I did... it wasn't right. But I held myself back because I cared.”

She sighed again. “It's all so twisted because I'm twisted.”

I was at a loss for what to say. In a moment, I'd gone between status, from being a king to being a kid, and I'd gone between feelings, from feeling unloved to then being cared about. It was twisted and unclear—but it was the best I'd seen from this world yet.

“But I won't force you to stay.” Fluttershy looked up at me again, her eyes almost crying, which caused me to back away. “All I wanted to do was help. If... i-if you feel ready enough to leave...” I heard her swallow back a sob. “Then I won't stop you.”

I stared at her for a while, unsure what say, uncertain what to do.

“You can take anything you want,” Fluttershy went on as she backed away as well. “I can get any supply I need from town—you can't. It's not much, but my shed should have enough supplies to help you build a small hut.” She giggled painfully, looking down and between her hooves. “Isn't that what you wanted? To have a home far away, where you can be safe and live alone?”

Fluttershy, despite my behavior, was kind enough to leave me with a choice. She kept her head down and eyes closed, leaving me free from feeling her judgment. All the mares here were crazy—much more so for the last stallion. It made sense, and sometimes, I could hardly fault them for it.

It also made sense to move far away. Build a home where no mare had gone, living by myself, eating off the land. It was the safe way to live, one without stress, though I may never find my way home.

But staying with Fluttershy? That was crazy—both her and the situation itself. Despite being far from town, it would have been easy for me to be caught. Too many probabilities led me to uncertainty. What if she grew bored of me? What if all this was still a ploy?

No. I believed her. I knew she cared for me while wanting to fuck me. I was a fool to believe that artificial attraction couldn't find its way deeper to something more meaningful. The trick wasn't finding an innocent girl—the trick was finding a girl crazy enough to go deeper into a relationship.

I'd been walking to the door with my thoughts. Fluttershy could hear my footsteps going away. She was a crazy mare. Twisted and repressed, all like the rest. Staying with her would be a terrible idea—only a crazy stallion would risk such a thing.

Which was precisely the reason I'd turned around, walked to her, and when she raised her muzzle, pressed my lips against her own. Not touching but pressed, kissing the crazy girl. The first one was gentle, filling her with my affection—just as her lips conformed around my own, giving me the same effect.

“That,” I said after having pulled my muzzle away, though pushed chest against her own, “is a kiss for a girl I care about.” I went in again, but this time, towered over Fluttershy, using my chest to push her back and against a wall. Once more, I had her lips, but it wasn't the same as before—it was a hungry assault to claim her softness and their wetness.

We both moaned into the kiss; we both were taken by surprise. But I didn't care, I didn't think, letting my desires take over for once in my orderly life. I nipped at her lip. I ran my hoof along her wing. I grabbed her flank and worked against it.

Wet smacks and light moans were the sounds of our night. Pulling my muzzle back and pushing my body forward, I had the tiny mare trapped in a corner, though her eyes were set on me, and they glinted—not from the moonlight, but rather, from the fire lit behind her lids.

“T-That,” I said again, though this time, I was panting, “is for the mare I w-w-wanna... fuck.”

She gasped at my language, slapping me lightly and playfully with a hoof, which only made her moan and giggle once she was done. “S-Such a... n-n-naughty boy u-using bad language!”

“D-Don't... you got that right.” I'd never foreplay before because I'd never truly been with a girl before. We were both awkward, for we were both amateurs, and that made everything okay in the end. “A-Are you ready for your final kiss?”

Fluttershy pouted. “Y-You mean there's only one more.”

“Maybe. It depends on how you react to it.” I went in for the kiss, and she took it gladly, but it wasn't the same as the other two. Though I tugged at her lips, and she did the same for mine, my hooves left her wing and her rump. Instead, they came to her back and her neck, holding her and caressing her gently.

Fluttershy took the hint, though our kiss spoke of our desires, our hooves now caressed the other with the care we felt. She rubbed my back and held my neck. We tilted our heads and let our tongues come out.

And then, the kiss broke again. In a second, I knew that it wouldn't be our last—the only last I was ever glad for. She looked at me and I looked down at her. Then, she asked me, “Will you stay?”

I nodded.

She shook her head. “Nuh-uh! Not yet.”

“W-What?” I blinked. “Why not!”

“Because both of us have dirty minds right now.” Fluttershy unfurled her wing, tapping my nose with its tip, then using it to push me back a foot. Smiling, the kind mare walked past me, flicking her tail against my cheek. “You and I need to get clean before we do any deciding.”

“S-So what? We're going to take a shower? What does that prove?”

Fluttershy came to the door, stopping as she opened it, then glanced back at me from over her shoulder. With a smirk, she flicked her tail over her right flank, exposing what was right in-between her legs. Her fuzzy yellow vulva was slick with marecum.

“Join me in the shower to find out, Harlan.”

With a giggle, she left the room.

With a pant, so did I.

Author's Note

Alright. Alright!

So B lied again... so what! Writers are liars, after all. There is one more part, one that is a part sex scene, part discussion on if the duo's feelings are really genuine. Then that's it! I promise and swear on my mother—which mother, I have no clue.

This chapter was written in the basement of my grandparents. Strange how places change but the writing stays the same, doesn't it? Don't really have a desk right now—stole a wooden table from the cellar, a pull-out chair with a pillow for comfort, all with my mechanical keyboard to click with every key.

And now. I must go write other things and draw somethings because arts and crafts are all I got left in time.

To the rest of you, read and enjoy—and if the reading doesn't bring you enjoyment, then I got nuthin'.

Yr. pal, B