~ Part IV ~

A Loving Romance Filled with Caring Hearts

My change of mind weighed on me heavily.

I shook my head even as I passed along her cabin floor. Fluttershy was walking in front of me, of course, her face sometimes turning back, her eyes settling on me for a second—with a giggle, her cheeks would flush and she would turn away.

Her mane swayed over her snout when she did so; she made sure to flick my snout with tail afterward.

I inhaled deeply. Clam down, Harlan. You're... going in there to get laid. She said it herself: when you decide whether to stay or go, she wants your mind to be cleared of sexuality. The choice has to be based on what you want to do next in this world.

And... if getting your cock wet is a step in the right direction, then you should consider yourself lucky.

Looking up, I saw Fluttershy stopping before a door, and I quickly did the same behind her. She had her hoof high on the door, but her head held low, eyes closed tight. Moments later, she giggled, glancing a teal eye back at me.

“S-Say, Harlan?”

I gulped. “Y-Yes?”

“When was the last time... you bathed.”

I was struck dead. My eyes blinked again and again. For a second, I swore my tongue rolled out of my mouth. Any and all confidence I held had gone out the window, and in that same thought, I hoped my possible stench followed after it.

“Been a few days since I dipped into a stream.” I looked left and right, swallowing while I did so. “I don't... um... stink, do I?”

Fluttershy smirked, pushing the door open. “Not at all! I washed your wounds when you first arrived here.”

She stepped into the room.

I blinked again. “W-Wait! So why did you ask?”

Fluttershy had disappeared behind the doors. As I approached it, I heard water starting to pour and pelt from within. Seconds later, her yellow face appeared at the doorway, her pink mane slick against her right cheek. “Because I wanted to see you sweat before I washed you off!”

Fluttershy giggled at that, spun around, and her rear take my focus. She walked with a stride inside the bathroom, letting her rump sway left and right, and each time, swinging in the opposite direction of her tail.

In mere painful and pleasant seconds, the yellow fur of her vulva exposed itself, her clit winking below. Then her tail would swing back in the way, covering the object of my delight, all until her tail swayed once again.

Then the walking stop. My eyes went up and laid on Fluttershy. She spoke, “Well? Aren't you coming in?”

Without words, I nodded, stepping inside. I felt the wood transition to tiles upon stepping it. My tail flicked the door shut behind me. To the left of me, there was a mirror, but I didn't stare at my passing reflection—focusing my attention solely on this mare.

This mare I couldn't be sure about.

This mare who had an ass I couldn't stop looking at.

Then, as I stood behind her, Fluttershy flicked her tail aside. Her pussy exposed, she giggled back at me, wagging her tush in the air. “Well? Are you coming in?”

I nodded slowly and didn't take my eyes off her pussy.

Fluttershy giggled. Facing the bathtub again, she carried her over its white rim, her hooves clopping again the porcelain. The warm water poured down her coat, matting her fur at once. The volume of her pink mane fell at once, draping itself along the side of her body.

She turned to look at me once. “Well? Are you?”

I quickly joined her in the shower. It was big enough the hold the two of us, standing or sitting, even... lying down. I shook that last thought from my mind as I stared down at her. The sight was beyond cute and sweet and sexy. Her left eye was completely covered by her mane, and her right eye was wide at the sight of me.

In seconds, my mane collected with water and weighed down, covering my own eyes. I heard her giggle, and then I felt her hoof at my muzzle, which she then pushed my mane, slicking it back. A few strands forward, giving me a look that made her cheeks go pink.

“I would... um...” Fluttershy recoiled into herself, like in a second, she had returned to her usual shy side. But the glint in her teal eye was brighter than any time before. “...r-really like it if you were to k-k-kiss me right now.”

I answered with action, leaning down as the water carried down my neck, and I took her firm lips against my own. They were soft and slick. Our lips meshed together. Her moans floated into my mouth, filling me with her warmth, her love, and her lust.

As I worked at her lips, I sent the rest of my body to work. I was standing and she was sitting, and thus, I was able to tower over her. Taking a foreleg, I rubbed along her neck, feeling the fur there stand up from my work. Rubbing and rubbing, I sometimes pushed her more into the kiss, in which, we started to turn out muzzles.

Then. I let my hoof roam ever lower. The bone of her wing was the first thing to greet me. It was slightly unfurled, becoming more so with every kiss—letting my hoof glide over the sensitive bone only accelerated that process.

“O-Oh!” Fluttershy had broken out of the kiss to say, staring at me blankly. Without warning, she launched herself at me, throwing her hooves around my neck, pressing her lips against my own once more. She forced me to sit down, which I did, and she rewarded me by parting her lips.

My eyes drifted close all on their own. Feeling the tip of her tongue poke between my lips, I moaned, turning my head and opening my mouth, allowing her entry. At once, our tongues met and mingled, each wrestling against the other.

My forehooves, now free from holding me, went to hold her. Water pelted around and underneath us; steam rose beneath our heaving chests. More. I wanted more and of her. Peeking an eye open, I saw how wet and slick her pink mane was—the way how it clung to her body drove me insane.

My foreleg rubbed along her back, feeling a tingle shiver down her spine. With my other hoof, I snaked it down to her plump rump, feeling my sole press into the flesh, feeling it impress. Soft. Softer than softer. The fur of her rubbed against my own, which caused my cock to ache once again.

The kiss was broken after a few seconds. Those seconds were filled to the brim with our touching, our kissing and our nibbling, our hips flicking and our privates aching and itching. When we pulled away, we saw each other only for the moment: our eyes focused and our desires known.

Fluttershy stood to her hooves, spun herself around, and stuck her supple, slappable flanks in my face. She shook them slightly, making them jiggle gently, and I grabbed them forcefully. The aching in my cock had forced me beyond a point of thinking—I simply needed to fuck.

Which was exactly what Fluttershy had in mind. Moaning at my touch, she raised herself at once, placing her forehooves underneath the shower head. Her rump lifted and her tail flicked aside, bearing her pussy right before my eyes.

We were already done with the foreplay. I lifted myself onto my hind legs, my forehooves still on her ass, something I held onto tightly as I lined my tip with her slit. I felt it. The thickness of her vulva squeezed my head, which I left my cock tucked between.

I looked up and forward. Fluttershy's body was under the fill stream of the shower, her head held low and eyes clenched shut. She was nodding, waiting, and smiling for me. It wasn't force—she wasn't pushing herself back on my cock.

No. She kept herself in check. Why? Because she cared... cared for me.

And at the end of all this, no matter if it was a woman or a mare, was all I wanted in this life or in this world. It was rash thinking, but I knew that, even after we were done cleaning up, that I wouldn't ever want to leave this cabin again.

With my thoughts set aside, I slipped my cock inside, feeling my tip press through and between her hidden folds. Her tightness was extreme—her inner walls separatedwith every inch I pushed in and on. It was tortured at first: for us both.

It was bad. Really bad. I had to bite my bottom lip from thrusting straight away—I had to loosen her up, get her comfortable with the act, before I could cut loose. I... regardless of my previous thoughts, I knew a part of me must have cared for Fluttershy.

“Are you doing okay?”

Because if I didn't, I would have started humping straight away.

From underneath the stream, she lifted her head, nodding slightly. Though the steam obscured her face in a haze, I could still see her face. She was biting her bottom lip, whimpering, though with pain or pleasure I couldn't tell.

“Mmhmm,” Fluttershy whimpered back. “P-Please... just be... g-g-gentle.”

Even though she couldn't see it, I still nodded my head, adjusting my hips. My forehooves lightened their hold on her flanks, keeping on them still to keep me up. I pushed deeper into Fluttershy, nearing the end of her tunnel.

Then, with a bit more speed, I pulled back to her entrance—leaving only my tip inside. Once more, I pushed in and on, a little quicker this time, feeling the walls give me a less resistance. Reaching the end, I did the same thing again, picking up speed with every iteration.

Soon, we were achieving speed. I could see Fluttershy in the distance, her eyes closed but no longer clenched, her tongue slightly rolling out. With every thrust came a cute squeal, its high pitch making me thrust harder and faster.

I had to close my eyes after a while, letting bliss take over my sensations. The velvet walls of her pussy had loosened, and, to make up for that, Fluttershy would clench her cunt each and every time my cock had slipped in, increasing the pressure the further I went, until, finally, she did her best to hold me still once I was all the way in.

“H-Harlan...”

Fucking her pussy still, I could feel the aching in my crotch grow worse with each one of her clenches. The dam was beginning to burst. My eyes still closed, I let my forehooves work and mesh against her flanks, letting her softness push pleasantly against my touch.

“F-Fluttershy...”

There were no more words to be said. We both knew what was coming next. With the aching in my cock growing worse, I knew release would be upon me in mere seconds—and I intended to check out with the full experience.

I slammed my crotch against her own, feeling our thighs slapping together, the sound more pronounced because of the water. Feeling myself about to burst, I slammed once more inside of her, then, with a sharp inhale, pulling out as quickly as I could.

I hind hooves slipped from the sudden jerk. At once, my back had fallen against the back of the tub, sliding down its slope. My cock twitched between my legs, my flare pumping out shot after shot of cum, though my eyes were not set on it.

No. My eyes were set on what was above me: my muzzle looked up directly underneath Fluttershy's crotch. Her pussy hung above my snout, a pleasant view to finish to—especially when she was fishing herself.

I wasn't even mad her cum dripped on my chest. The water mingled with our excitements, washing it off our coats and our privates, taking any and all evidence down the stream. We both were panting, riding the high of our orgasms.

And then, without a word, Fluttershy let her legs buckle. Her body fell on my own, and though I gasped at the impact, it only took me a few seconds to enjoy the contact. Her ass was right before my face; her face was right before my cock.

“T-That... was great...” Fluttershy said.

“T-Tell me about it,” I replied.

“...for the first r-round...”

It was going to be a long shower.

We left the shower, after multiple rounds, because we had grown tired, but rather, because the water had become cold. We both struggled to get out of the tub, each of us leaning on the other, giggling and chuckling with every step we took toward.

One of her wings snagged a towel from a wooden table. It was next to the sink. We used the same fabric to dry each other off, taking turns as we left the room, pressing closer together when the coolness of the house froze our coats.

It was all a blur—shuffling down the halls in the dead of night. We found the bedroom somehow, the towel dropping somewhere along the way. We were damp instead of wet, and for Fluttershy, that was good enough as we climbed into bed.

Seconds later, we were under the sheets and glad for it. Our heads on separate pillows, we faced each other. I couldn't see her body well, besides the silhouette of her frame. In the thick darkness, the only thing that cut through it was the teal glow of her beautiful eyes.

She looked so sweet and shy, and I wondered how she became mine.

“I... really enjoyed that, Harlan.”

I nodded my head. My cheek rubbed against my pillow. “So did I. It was... the first...” I exhaled deeply and closed my eyes tightly. “...the first time I've been with a mare. Y-You know? Like actually out of likeness and all that.”

“So... you really like me then?”

I opened my eyes at once, swallowing. “I do. I-I mean, I was taken by most of the mares here. If... if they all weren't so crazy, then I would have been willing to give them a chance.” I swallowed again. “But you? You were kind to me, you cared for me, and, most important of all, you stood up to me.”

Fluttershy cheeks went pink as her eyes averted downward. “I'm still not sure I liked how I acted then.”

I went to speak, but, knowing I was about to lie, took a breath instead: with myself calmed, I tried speaking a second time, “You were reacted to what I was reacting to. None of that was handled well by either of us.”

I closed my eyes and swallowed. “I... I was convinced... that all you mares were crazy. That you all lied and cheated and just... did as you pleased with me.” I opened my eyes again, but looked down—just like her. “I was so set in my ways that, even when a good mare in a bad spot came along... I... I couldn't believe...”

I felt her eyes raise and set on me. “Y-Yes?”

“I couldn't believe a mare could genuinely care for me.” Like the stallion I was supposed to be, I lifted my eyes as well, setting my gaze on Fluttershy. “I still don't get this world. How you mares work... it all blows my mind.” I sighed. “But underneath it all, our differences I mean, I can... feel how much you care for me.” I swallowed my fear. “And it doesn't matter what happens after this. We care for each other, and that's all we need to get through anything.”

Fluttershy didn't say anything, and instead, threw her hooves around my neck. She shuffled along the bed, and I felt her damp body press against my own. Smiling, I didn't hesitate to hold her close, letting my hoof run down her silky mane.

It felt... good to be here. In a warm bed with a lovely mare, I was able, for the first time upon arriving here, think. Think about what I wanted to do, who I wanted to be. I'd gotten my cabin near the woods, though thankfully, I didn't share it alone.

What would happen next? I didn't know. Sooner or later, I was bound to be found out. I knew I couldn't wait around here, living a gentle life with Fluttershy. All the stallions were gone because of me. An exchange had occurred.

Sooner or later, I would be forced to return to the castle, just... hopefully not alone.

But as the mare snuggled against my chest, I couldn't help but chuckle, leaving my dark thoughts for another night. For now, I had earned my bliss, and at this moment, I had found my mare. Leaning my chin against the top of her head, I held Fluttershy close, our bodies slumbering together, my nightmare finally ending.

Author's Note

...hmm? Huh? O-Oh! You're here! Cough. I, uh, wasn't expecting you lot here so soon! I've had hardly any time to clean or clear my mind—if you'll forgive the tautology. Um. Where to sit... where to sit... o-oh! I know. You take that side of the abyss, and I'll take this side of the abyss.

Comfy? Comfy.

So we've made it to the end of the story. Hope you lot enjoyed it—or not. Your call. As for me, even though it's a sin, I don't concern myself with the quality of a story. If I did, I would properly plot it out, then clean up the outline to perfection. Done that, writing comes next, until the first draft was done.

Two or three more drafts later, with a round of critique from some critical critics, the work would be as close to perfection as being crafted by a human would let it. But... to hell with that! This is Fimfiction, ain't it? The goal here isn't for good literature—though there are tons to be found—but to have fun!

Fun! For both you and me.

The times when I'm not in the 'zone', when I'm not having fun with my works, it feels like you, gang, can feel it too. I'm still a newbie when it finding out what's fun for a writer, and at the same time, what's fun as a reader (to steal a quote from Pixar).

Before we get into this outro, I must concede that, yes, even if I don't edit, I should, at the very least, proofread. Not only that, but tear my work apart! Leave your comments and your critiques however you may please.

Anway. The story behind the story.

AiD and I are friends—one of us is poorer for it: I will not tell you which.

We have the horrible habit of discussing ideas with each other. Ideas, of course, are boring to hear beyond the premise line. So why, you ask, to we listen with boredom? We do it for our friends. When they're explaining an idea, really, they're explaining it to themselves for the first time—and getting a live audience reaction.

It helps when you're a discovery writer to have all the weak branches cut off. The writer is not attached to them yet, thus, his subconscious is as objective as it gets what it absorbs and applies. Unfortunately, whereas most writers are kind in their tact, I am not, though I try to remain playful.

And in this case, I committed the ultimate sin of all: Stealing another writer's ideas.

Well, yeah. No shit. Copyright don't exist in fanfics. But it's still the moral of it all, maaan. AiD was talking about an idea he couldn't get to straight away, and, knowing it to be a banger, I took it off his hands, bragging that, if he didn't hop on it soon, I would a part of the story typed out.

And so. I have made good on my threat. The fucker has too many incomplete to add more to the list, but, I don't doubt, should the world keeping spinning and his fingers keep typing for this site, that he'll be able to write this idea far better than I.

For. You must understand. The idea itself suggests a broad scope: the effect of an RGRE world losing what made it, well, RGRE. We never got to see how mares cope with losing their lovers and their brothers, fathers and elders and all that. It's a long-form idea, and guess what, Jack? I don't got time for that.

So I devised a scheme, a proof of concept if you will. I would take a small happening in the world, a tiny problem, have it be resolved, then leave what would happen afterward in the mind of the readers. The story would assume everything that comes afterward.

I admit, the story stinks in getting to its goal. I have no reasons to offer, only excuses: losing friends and psychosis and what not. This story was set to deal with how Harlan would deal, after being abused by a mare, finding one that cares about him, though in a gray sort of way.

It was to revolve one of the problems of the world, but leave you hungry for more, hence the point of writing a proof of concept fic. Were I to have done this better, I would have spent more time on Harlan's recovery: how he reacts to Fluttershy, her kindness and her advancements.

The theme was this: Even though everyone is superficial, superficial itself can lead itself to depth. It's to hit on the mark that, become a thing has happened multiple times, means it's okay for you to feel like something is so, but to be hesitant on making it a belief.

Because beliefs, my friends, color our cognitions.

And now, we've reached the end of this Outro. I sit now, at eight AM without sleep, in my grandparent's basement, having spent my New Years writing pony.

I have no more words to offer. This story was a failure. Here's hoping the next one ain't.

Yr. pal, B