Fluttershy Wants In Your Pants: Vol. 2

You look about the cosy cottage with a degree of vertigo. See, in Twilight's Castle, the ceilings were so high that the thought of not fitting never even crossed your mind. Now in a much more modest pony cottage, you're realizing that any sort of home that would be built to making you comfortable would be quite large for these ponies. You'd need a mansion built for you. And you can't even afford food.

“Your home is really cute, Fluttershy.”

“It's not much,” she says. “But it's enough to house me and all my animal friends. Now then, how about that tea?”

“Sounds great.”

Fluttershy leaps into the air and flaps gently to the kitchen. Several squirrels and bunnies hop into the room to greet their... owner? Friend? That could get weird.

“Do you have a preferred type of tea?”

“Uhm, Not really. What do you have.”

“Well, I could list to you a bunch of different options that you'll think I made up, or I can surprise you.”

“Surprise me, then,” you say following her. “So are these animals your... pets?”

As you follow her, the animals around her begin putting a kettle on her stove, turning it on, putting together sandwiches... and on one hand, you're incredibly impressed. On the other, that can't be exactly hygienic.

“Oh goodness no. I understand how other ponies would want to have pets, but since I can understand and talk to animals... I can't bring myself to claim ownership over an animal. They're all special and individual in their own way.”

“So you can actually talk to them? And understand them?” you ask.

“Mhm!” she says, placing leaves into small ball, then placing it into a teapot. “Since I can, I help them with everything they could possibly need.”

The kettle whistles and two birds pick up the kettle and pour the steaming hot water into the teapot. A batch of squirrels delivers a small tray of treats.

Fluttershy sits down at a table and pats a seat beside her.

“So why don't you come and tell me what you need, my dear?” she says in says in a gentle, almost motherly tone.

Honestly, it makes you feel a little uncomfortable. But this is Applejack and Twilight's friend, right?

“S-sure,” you say, sitting down beside her.

She pours two cups of tea.

“So, as far as I'm aware, everypony has three basic needs in order to survive, right? Food, shelter, and friendship.”

“Well,” you interject. “Honestly I'd put clothing in that list too.”

“Rarity should be able to help you with that,” she says. “If anything, you might be her latest grand project.”

“Once I tell her that I need a Metallica t-shirt, she may change her mind.”

“Metallica?” she asks.

You extend your hands excitedly to begin explaining the history of thrash metal and how no good music was made after 1990's when you realize that you may be unleashing a little too much of 'the weird' all at once.

“Long story.”

“So, there's the abandoned home,” she says. “I'd honestly be happy to help with food for awhile while you get on your feet. Are you more of a herbivore or a carnivore?”

“Omnivore actually,” you say.

“Oh wonderful! I have this kibble that I was going to give to Applejack but their dog didn't like.”

You raise a hand awkwardly.

“Kibble?” you say. “I'm sorry but uhm. I don't really... do that.”

She blinks and then nods.

“So then humans will cook their food? Just like ponies do?”

“Yeah. Poached salmon. Cooked veggies. Pizza. The whole bit.”

She smiles then sips her tea.

“That makes things more interesting.”she says.

“What makes you say that?”

Her sip reminded you that she made you this lovely snack, so you take a sip of the tea. It tastes lightly spiced, fruity, and generally... thin? Is that a way to describe tea? You were always more of a coffee person. It makes you feel at ease.

“Well, when Twilight asked me to help with a new animal, I'll admit that I didn't see them being so... ponylike. Just in a different form. In some ways it's going to make helping you build your life easy!” “I suppose you can say that,” you say. You look down at your cup of tea and it reflects your features back at you. You study them closely. Especially your eyes, the ones that you've focused on in the mirror countless times. “I wish I knew what life I wanted to build.”

Fluttershy tilts her head, and a lock of hair covers one of her eyes.

“What do you mean, Anon?”

You chuckle to yourself.

“When I was back on Earth, I didn't even really know the life I wanted to build there. I tried so many different things. Different hobbies. Different lifestyles. I tried so many things. Succeeded at a lot of them. Failed at ones that I couldn't forget even if I wanted to. I don't know what I want. Sometimes I'd sit on the floor of my home and just stare blankly at something for minutes. Losing track of time. Wondering what the point was. What was there to do? What was there left? I would feel just... empty. Incomplete. Now that I'm somewhere completely different... is that really gonna change? Hell. Now I don't even have a lot of the things I used to take for granted. And I'm supposed to just... readjust in this new place and have a happier, better life? How can I do that?”

Fluttershy reaches a hoof out and places it on your leg.

“Well, you don't have to do it alone.” she says with a smile.

You can't help but smile and take a large gulp of your tea. You can't help but feel even more at ease.

“The road ahead isn't going to be easy, Anon. But I know one thing that makes it easier. With somepony special, everything gets just a little bit easier.”

You can't help but feel a little choked up.

“Thanks Fluttershy, that means a lot.”

“I'll take care of everything you need, as long as you help me just a little bit in return.”

Her hoof moves up your leg.

“And it sounds like you need just a little release my dear.”

“Wait, what?” you groan. The room begins to spin. The tea.

“This is a little blend of tea that I use for all my animal friends when they need a little release when they're in heat. Of course, it would be illegal to ever use it on a pony.”

You try to stand but you simply slouch off your chair.

“No, this wasn't.”

“Honestly,” she says. “I do feel just a little bit bad. Now that I know that you're more 'pony' than animal, I'll admit that this falls on a weird line. I really love animals. But I suppose if you want me to stop, just say something, and I'll make sure you have a nice, peaceful nap.”

You open your mouth to speak.

“Just say something, Anon,” you hear her voice becoming more and more distant.

You moan.

When you wake up, you bolt upright. You're fully clothed. You're in a wholly new location. There's a fire lit in a fireplace. You're laying on an unfamiliar couch. The living room you're in connects directly to the kitchen and there's a dining room table. Sitting on the couch beside you, is Fluttershy.

“Finally, you're awake.”

You blink and sit up.

“You... drugged me?”

She sighs and looks at the floor.

”M-maybe a little bit?”

“D-did... you...”

“No!” she says instantly. “I didn't do anything! I felt so bad that I had Barry bring you to your new home and lay you down to sleep it off.”

You sit up. A pulsing headache begins to stab at your temples.

“A-are you mad?” she asks.

“Of course I'm fucking mad. You drugged me. And were gonna have sex with me!”

“W-well most animals-”

“Is fucking animals your fetish or some shit?” you growl at her.

She nods vigorously. You shake your head in frustration.

“Listen. That shit's not cool. Even if you did nothing-”

“W-well. Okay, I did.... get to take a look at your stallion,” she says guiltily, pushing her hooves together.

You stand up and begin pacing the room.

“OH so you lied about THAT too!”

“I-if it makes you feel better, It tasted very nice.”

“NO IT DOES NOT!”

Fluttershy rises to her hooves and huffs.

“Listen, most of the time with animals, they're overjoyed that I take care of their needs. I got this one wrong. I get it. I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

You cross your arms and glare at her.

“How?”

“Well, for starters. Let me bring you some food and help your find a way to make bits.”

“Oh, will that be drugged too?” you spit.

“Okay,” she says closing her eyes for a moment. “I deserved that. But no. It will not be drugged.”

“Well, that will be a big help.” you say. “And in some sick way, I'll try to understand. I'm incredibly pissed, but I also get it. I'm basically an alien. Some big social faux pas was bound to happen. And I suppose this is it.”

“Will that make things better?” she asks.

“I'm going to still have an exceptionally hard time trusting you.”

“Well,” she says, her voice inflection lowering and a curl at the edge of her lips. “What if I let you use me as your personal cocksleeve? You can punish me all you want, for being such a bad girl.”

Your mouth drops a little.

“After all this. You're still...”

A silence hangs in the air.

“Get out,” you say.

“I'm sorry, Anon,” she says.

“JUST GET THE FUCK OUT!”

You step toward her menacingly. She yelps in fright and bolts to the front door. She flings it open and slams it shut behind her.

Outside, night has fallen on Equestria. And you can't help but feel that same feeling of loneliness that crept inside you on Earth is creeping inside you here. It's going to be the same isn't it? The same fucking thing every single day. The same boring job and the same miserable struggles.

Only here, there's ponies instead of humans.

You glance around at this abandoned home, lit by the fire in the fireplace.

Right now, the vote is out on this Fluttershy mare. Chick? God this is gonna get weird.

Anypony who is gonna try to rape you is not a good character. But maybe there's more going on here. After all, she does seem to want to take care of you. Maybe a fuck buddy wouldn't be so bad... if she's not crazy, that is.

That's probably something only time will tell. And speaking of time, tomorrow is probably good of time as any to begin exploring this home and figure all this crap out. It's the beginning of a new life.

Might as well start a new life on a good night's sleep. You lay back down on the couch, which, credit to the rapey pony, left you a blanket and a pillow. As you lay down, you can't help but notice they smell like her. That is to say, flowers mixed with objectively way too many animals.

You close your eyes, unaware of the two white eyes staring at you from the nearby window.

“Sweet dreams, Anon.”