Fluttershy awoke and tried to piece together what happened last night.

She remembered lying down next to the human (Brendon, he's not some lost animal) and talking with him for a very long time. It was good to see him let out some of that sadness he had been holding inside of him. And it had been nice to hold his hand. To comfort him, of course. Then, when she had looked over, he was peacefully sleeping, his mouth wide open. After debating with herself for a long time, she finally worked up the courage to inch closer and snuggle. It had felt so...nice. He was warm and it wasn’t long before she too fell asleep. Her dreams were...interesting. All she could remember was a mix of some strong pony taking her in his arms and making her feel so…“good?” It was a feeling she’d never felt before. There was a feeling of being so close, but also her chest felt so wonderful. Was it her heart? No, that wasn’t quite right. She had also gotten rather warm, but a kind of warmth that was...pleasurable. All of this had somehow mixed together; she couldn’t tell what was dream and what was real. Had she been in Brendon’s arms? Was he embracing her, or was he carrying her? And somewhere in there she had tried to tell him that it was okay to be close to her, that she trusted him. Had she said that? No, it was just a dream. Why did she need to say that? In the dream he had seemed so afraid to be close, he kept pulling away, afraid to hurt her.

Then there was the other part of the dream where she was talking with him and she was in bed. He had been so kind, but it had only been a dream. Or had it? She had started up out of bed, thinking the bedroom door was closing and that Brendon was telling her once again how beautiful she was. Had that been a dream? She could swear she had heard the door close. She'd called his name, but no response.

He is shy. Maybe he didn't want to bother me. And he had to have carried me. How else did I get in bed?

One thing she had remembered at that moment was that she had said she'd show Brendon her cutie mark. Why? The thought made her embarrassed until she thought that it was her...friend, and she had been so sincere in the dream. Right? Besides it filled her with a thrill to think she might step out and take a risk, and one that might make Brendon smile. Was it such a big deal?

After all, how did she feel about him? ...One thing at a time.

She hadn't been able to sleep, though she tried for a while. So she got up and put on her nightshirt, and then heard Brendon in the bathroom. She had pressed herself against the door, working up the courage to step out, thinking of how she'd do it, whether she'd do it, and then when she heard him leave she finally stepped out and...did it. His reaction was...warming. When she got into the bathroom, she couldn't stop smiling and even giggled like a little filly. He had loved it, she could tell!

This time, when she went back to bed, she'd had another dream. A strong stallion had taken her in his arms and held her so close. He had kissed her and...touched her. It was all so vague but she remembered strong and sensual hands on her, and he had something...big and...amazing that had gotten hard for her. She had felt it against her, and she had wanted so much to reach down and touch it, but she was still hesitant. The thought of it all being for her filled her with a fire that burned between her legs. There were piercing eyes in his face, looking deep into her soul. But they glittered with happiness at what they saw in her. This time she embraced him, leaning in to kiss him with abandon, reaching down to feel that wonderful hardness that she knew was meant only for her. It had felt so good, she had to break the kiss to cry out in joy. And then she woke up. She lay there, unmoving, trying to remember everything, even as it blurred together in her heart and mind.

Fluttershy stayed that way for a long time. Judging by the grey light coming in the window, it was the early morning, the forest silent outside as the birds waited for the sun to sing their songs again. In her head she replayed all of last night she could recall. What did she know that happened? She fell asleep on the human, he must have carried her and put her to bed, and that in the hallway he had gaped at her like one of those young stallions gapes at Rarity when she’s in her bathing suit at the beach. And she had liked that. Moreover, she knew that Brendon had gotten...stimulated by the photos of her in Rarity’s shop. She blushed again at the thought. Fluttershy humbly granted that she must look nice for Photo Finish to like her as a model so much, but for some reason the thought of being found attractive - very attractive if he got so...hard - filled her with a kind of courage she didn’t expect. Was courage the right word? It lifted her up, so to speak, and gave her confidence. A little. At least she’d stepped out last night and taken a risk. With Brendon, when he was dazed and half asleep, and no one else was around. And she’d teased him the day before. She’d rarely ever teased someone, but this time made her feel...playful. Plus he was so adorable when he was embarrassed like that.

What could she do today to step out a little more? All of this was making her want to be a little bolder than she’d been before. Perhaps she’d get out that outfit Rarity had made for her? The one that she’d initially said she could never wear out in public? Maybe.

Fluttershy was startled by the sound of singing.

“Brendon?” she whispered, and finally sat up in bed.

But what was this? Her nightgown clung to much of her legs and she felt a dampness all down the mattress, practically to her ankles. Looking down, there was a large wet mark on the bed sheet from her crotch. Had she peed the bed? No, it didn’t smell like it. She reached down and lifted up her nightgown and saw that her panties were soaked all the way through. Fluttershy put a hand down to touch the source of the wetness and almost screamed when a jolt went through her body. It surprised her, but it was a feeling of immense pleasure. Was this what she’d heard other mares talk about? The wetness from...down there? They had talked about it in health class. She reached down, more slowly this time and probed at her privates, trying to find that pleasure again. She touched her lower lips and stopped. There it was. She had to muffle herself to not make a sound.

What if Brendon hears next door?

She tiptoed to the door and listened as she pressed herself against it. He was still singing. She could make out some of the words.

...Every now and then the things I lean on lose their meaning

And I find myself careening

In places where I should not let me go.

Well she has the power to go where no one else can find me

Yes, and to silently remind me

Of the happiness and good times that I’ve known...

Fluttershy felt saddened at that. If she knew someone who was having trouble like that, then she wished she could be the mare in that song to help thst person. But Brendon didn’t have anyone. Was this a personal song? Inside she felt a longing she didn’t have words for.

But then her mind went off on a very different tangent. She began thinking of Brendon singing in the shower. Naked in the shower. Washing himself. Why was she thinking this way? She’d never thought of this before, but then again she’d never soaked her panties before. She began to try to picture Brendon washing his body, his hands going over his chest, his muscles, his legs, his...crotch. She didn’t know what his penis looked like, though she’d seen the pictures of what a regular stallion’s was supposed to be. But he wasn’t a regular stallion, he was a man. What would that look like? The thought of it made her begin to get warm. Her hand went down between her legs, while she told herself she was just doing this out of curiosity. But really she just wanted to feel that feeling again. She slowly rubbed herself through her panties.

“Oooh,” she moaned. It was amazing! She kept thinking if Brendon did something similar down there, and that sent her off even more. She leaned her back to the door and continued to touch herself, still unsure of what she was doing. She could hear the water of the shower, and the man singing. She thought of him getting hard, not knowing exactly what that looked like, but filled with a desire to find out. If he saw her now, would he touch himself too? Touch himself for her? She bit her lip and shuddered, a huge smile on her face. Finally she reached down inside her panties and found her lips, probing inside with her fingers.

“Aaaah!” Fluttershy cut herself off with one hand over her mouth. It was too good. She felt weak at the knees and slid down to where she was squatting against the door. She didn’t want to stop, but Brendon was two doors away! He might hear her! But part of her wanted him to hear her, to find her like this and then...what? She couldn’t think straight, only wanting him to come, knowing he'd make the pleasure soar ever higher. She was beginning to feel a wave of immense ecstasy building inside her. She could feel her juices running down her legs, and it felt so dirty but in such a good way. Fluttershy was just about to probe deeper with her fingers, when she heard the water turn off and a sudden silence. Her hand pulled back, slick with her juices, and she dared not to move. Breathing rapidly, she sat and waited. Eventually she decided to crawl back to her bed, and began to take the sheets off for the wash later on. She whipped off her nightgown, relishing in the feeling of her breasts bouncing free. They were more sensitive now for some reason. She reached up and felt one with her hand to test it, moving her breast around under her palm. She hummed a little and smiled at this, thinking that the man would love to see her right now. Then she carefully peeled off her panties and dropped them with a wet slap into the pile of clothes and sheets. She then went to her dresser and closet, picking out the clothes she’d wear. And maybe a few accessories? She didn’t usually, but why not?

Once she was sure the man was gone, she bolted across the hallway. She showered, combed her mane and tail until they shown, styled her mane, and then put on the outfit. She twirled around to see how it looked.

“Oh my, I mustn’t do that too often in this outfit.”

The thought made her giggle.

She made her way to the kitchen to start breakfast, but noticed that she could hear someone outside.

“...I said I’d pay up, here.”

Clearly that was Brendon, but who was he talking to?

She went to the door, which was left open, and peeked her head out. Angel was taking a bundle of carrots from Brendon.

Oh that’s nice, Brendon’s feeding him. And his new clothes fit him well. That’s a good color on him.

She was standing between Brendon and the door, and Angel seemed to be staring at her as he started to nibble on the carrots.

"You don't know if Fluttershy's up yet, do you?"

Fluttershy stifled a giggle. He had no idea!

"Look, I was just trying to do right by her last night, okay? She's a wonderful pony, and I only want the best for her."

He’s talking about how he carried me home. And he called me wonderful. Awww.

"I didn't plan to come in here and take over your place, right? You understand? I'm not here to take advantage of your master, or mistress. Your her pet, right?"

Is he really afraid someone might see it that way? I never would have thought that. Poor Brendon, he thinks Angel is listening to him. He’s really talking to himself!

"I got lost! I'm stuck here! And I don't know what I'm going to do! I got to get a job or something, find something to do with myself. Well, I got all these new friends now, right? All these...female...ponies. But your Fluttershy -whoa! - she is something."

A job? Well he did need something to do, and it’d be great to see him get back on his hooves and do something he liked, but he doesn't need to do that.

In addition, his compliment made her bring her hand to her mouth with a humble smile.

"I know, right? She's amazing! She's just so...oh, I don't need to tell you. You live with her. Well, yeah, I guess I do too, for however long that's going to be. Hopefully for a while. The thought of Fluttershy being the first person I see when I wake up, and the last person to see before I go to bed...that's pretty...great. Yeah."

I...would like that too. And you’re pretty great yourself.

She noticed that Angel was still looking at her. Without thinking, she waved to him to show she was okay, unsure of what her expression had showed just now. He waved back. It was then that Brendon put two and two together, and turned around.

* * *

There stood Fluttershy. The rising sun lit her up, emphasizing everything. She wore a short skirt that fell above her knees. It reminded me of the stereotypical school girl. She even had on thigh high socks, which I guess were still in fashion even with hooves. Her mane was styled beautifully, with butterfly pins holding either side of her mane in place. They sparkled in the sunlight. Her blouse was white, with a cut out in the shape of a butterfly, just over her breasts. She wasn't showing off enough cleavage that it would be called inappropriate, but to me it was bountiful. Her smile was perfect.

For a few moments, I was at a loss for words.

"Fluttershy...good morning! That's - you - I - *cough* you look great! That's a cute outfit on you."

She smiled brightly as I stood up.

"Thank you, Brendon. Your new clothes look good on you too."

"Really? You think so?"

I spun around once, and noticed that Fluttershy's eyes lingered on my hind quarters.

"Oh yes, I do."

"Heh, thanks!"

"Would you like some breakfast?"

"Sure. Can we have some eggs?"

"Okay. If you want, I can show you how to get some."

"You mean from the coop? That'd be great, I've never taken eggs from an actual chicken."

Soon after Fluttershy guided me through the process of getting eggs from skittish chickens ("Talk gently. Move slowly."), we were frying and eating some delicious eggs with toast. I was surprised how little tension there was between us, as I had feared we'd be sitting there trying not to talk about last night. Instead, we were smiling and opening up to each other. I asked Fluttershy about her family, and then she asked me more about my own. She asked what it was like having older siblings, and I inquired what it was like being the oldest. We ate up the early morning with our talk as we ate up our breakfast.

"Sorry, but I couldn't help overhearing that you want to look for a job. You don't have to pay me back for giving you a place to stay."

"Thanks, but it's more than that. If this... world is my new home, then I need to find something to fill my time. I want to be useful."

I want a purpose.

"Well, if you’re really sure. Where do you want to start?"

"I... have no idea. What do your friends do?"

"Okay, well you know what Rarity does -"

"No."

She paused for a second and I caught the tiniest smile. Then, like a trooper, she continued as if nothing happened.

"Rainbow Dash moves the clouds -"

Can't fly.

"-Pinkie Pie works at the Sugarcube Corner selling baked goods -"

I won’t work in the food industry EVER again.

"-and Applejack works all over Sweet Apple Acres."

"And you take care of the animals?"

"Well, ponies bring me their pets when they need them looked after. I've also helped with an animal sanctuary when there have been a lot of animals who need looking after."

"Oh! You're kind of like what we'd call a veterinarian back home."

"No, we have those too. And I can't diagnose or help with really sick animals. Though if I find an injured animal, I will try to nurse it back to health."

"You also have a special way with calming wild animals down. They should call you in when they have a rampaging stampede or something."

"Well, um I did help out with getting a local dragon to move out."

"A dragon?! Wait, like Spike?"

"Oh no he was much bigger."

"What? You sent a gigantic dragon packing?"

"Um, if you put it that way...yes. Yes I did."

-Holey moley? Since when do you talk like that?

I don't like cursing by these ponies!
They seem so innocent!

-With their cleavage and short skirts and their manhandling your dick and -

Shut up! We don't need to bring That up again!

-Heh, keep It down. Zing!

I tried to clear my thoughts with a small cough. "Wow, you're tough."

"Oh no, I'm definitely not."

"Well, you are strong."

"You... you think so?"

"Come on! Look at you! Even physically you have to admit it. Let me see your arm."

"Umm... okay." Fluttershy leaned forward and gave me her right arm, palm down like a princess.

I felt along her forearm, bicep and tricep. "I thought so. You've got hard muscle right here. Shows you work hard." I noticed Fluttershy had a look on her face: amused and a little embarrassed. I tried not to sneak a peek at her cleavage, emphasized all the more from her leaning forward.

"Uh, thank you, m'lady, for your hand." I half-joked with an accent. Then I took her hand and kissed it.

"I… I... th-thank you."

"And let me see that leg." I reached down and gently lifted up one of Fluttershy's legs. Her thigh-highs were adorable and I couldn't help but smile. Fluttershy was going along with it, but she had one hand to her mouth and her ears were back. Even so, I saw her tail kept moving. Every once in a while I felt her shiver.

Feeling my way up from her hoof, I felt the strength and tone in her calf muscles. "You've got great legs, Fluttershy. They're very strong." Slowly I moved up to her quadriceps, which were beautiful and well-toned. Hearing a noise, I looked up. Fluttershy was whimpering a little. Her whole body was shivering.

My hands were almost up her skirt. In my haste I'd been letting my hands go up without thinking of how close they were to her...ummm.

"Ummm...I'm...I'm real sorry, Fluttershy."

She silently nodded. "It's-it's okay."

"No, no it's not. You should say something if I make you feel uncomfortable."

"If...if it's you, then I don't mind...as much." She was twirling her mane in one hand, looking up at me with big eyes. Without taking her eyes off me, she daintily lifted her skirt just a little to give me more access. I gulped. From my angle, clear as day, I could see a pair of sky blue panties peeking out at me.

"Are my legs...strong?"

"Uh...yes. Yeah they are. You may look soft, but I know you’ve got tone under there. You've kept yourself in great shape. Here you go." I carefully laid her leg back down, and then I sat there looking down, feeling foolish. Had I done all that in innocence? Was I being deceptive, even with myself?

-Didn't she do the same thing the first night you met? Did she mean it?

She's not like me, I'm not a good person.

Without lifting my head up, and without knowing what I was doing, I started babbling, "Look, Fluttershy. If you want to say no, please just say no. You have to stand up for yourself. "

Quick as a soldier standing at attention, she stood straight up. I had been staring at nothing, but now I was forced to look up. Way up. Her legs were so lovely, and seemed even longer as my eyes traveled up her body. I fought not to linger on her skirt, trying to glimpse those cute panties again. And I could swear her chest was still moving when I looked into her face, a question etched on my features.

"You told me to stand up."

Don't facepalm. Don't do it.

"Er, yeah. But, I mean, if I asked you to do something and you were unsure, you don't have to do it."

"I know, I just don't like hurting people's feelings."

"It wouldn't have hurt my feelings. Look," I said, getting up from the table - a bit reluctant given how hard I was, "Look, if you wanted to be by yourself -"

"Why would I want that?"

It struck me for a moment that all of the shit I was talking was condescending crap meant more for a much younger me than Fluttershy, and that I should shut up. But I’m an idiot, so I didn't.

"-er, I mean, let's say I wanted to be by myself because...sometimes I just want to get away, I guess. And let's say...you wanted to give me a hug and I didn't want that-"

"Oh, but you need it."

"-what?"

"If I wanted to give you a hug, it was because you really needed one, especially if you wanted to be alone."

"Wait, this isn't supposed to be about me-"

"Do you want a hug, Brendon?"

"I-I-I don't think so right now-"

GLOMP!

*FWOOMPH!*

I never saw her move. One instant she was there, looking at me with concern; the next I was caught up in an unbreakable, squishy, cozy, wonderful smelling hug. It was also in that moment that her skirt and my pants collided perfectly. Her wings spread out, going off like an airbag. I mentally filed that away under "important body language." It quickly became apparent that Fluttershy was not letting go.

Tentatively, I reached up my hands and returned the hug. She felt so soft and warm, and despite the sexual excitement of the moment, I was touched by the tenderness of it all.

But I'm fine, I didn't need help. I'm not hurting.

-Yes you are.

I'm fine.

-Oh God…

I'm fine…

-I'm so alone.

"I'm...I'm fine…"

There was no mistaking the emotion in my voice. My hands gripped tighter. I was shaking.

Fluttershy snuggled deeper, nuzzling her face and mane against my shoulder. Around my back came the strange sensation of her wings enfolding me. Never before did I feel such an all encompassing embrace. I stood there for a while, just relishing in it. My muscles started to relax (most of them), and I let out a contented sigh.

Then there was something else.

"You're...very warm."

"...I know." The soft voice whispered almost right in my ear. A shiver went through my spine. What was in that voice?

And there was no way she was mistaking what was pressed right up against her. Was that the reason for the FWOOMPH?

Mmmmmmaybe.

Fluttershy shifted her whole body slightly, like she was trying to get more comfortable. She moved her legs a bit and settled in just a bit more. That resulted in some wiggling against me and my rock hard cock nestling even more into the right/wrong spot. She shivered ever so slightly.

"This...feels nice," she whispered.

"Y-yeah."

It did.

It really did.

But this was also reaching Awkward Level Supreme.

End it gently.

"Err-thank you, Fluttershy. I really needed this."

"Mmmmm." She pressed her cheek to my chest, looking away. I couldn't look at her face to see her expression.

"I feel much better, I mean it."

"I'm glad."

"Yeah…"

Okay, this was good but I really want to get out.

-Part of you doesn't want this to end.

You mean the penis? He likes it but he's convinced this ain't going nowhere, no matter how good it feels.

-Not what I mean.

This disturbs me.

-Protracted interhuman contact? Why do you feel the need to run away right now? What about this disturbs you so much?

Not now!

-Because that train of thought leads to tears. This is deep vulnerability. A door cracking open.

Not now! Fuck you! Not now!

"Fluttershy?"

"Mmm?"

"Really, I'm okay."

She lifted her head up and looked at me. The smile on her face was so bright, her dimples standing out as her teeth glinted.

"Let me know when you need another hug."

"I...I will."

Wait, how long was my hand on the back of her head? How long were my fingers stroking her mane?

She stepped back, folded her wings, and then just sat there looking impossibly adorable with her hands folded on her lap and her head tilted to one side..

My cute gauge is reaching maximum. I'm about to explode!

"Okay, Brendon. Then it’s time to go out and enjoy the day."

I felt pumped. "Alright!"

"Just... let me change real quick?"

"Hmmm?"

"Just something small, be right back."

"Okay, I'll wait, Fluttershy."

She dashed away. I started clearing the table and cleaning up and - what was that? Looked like Fluttershy spilled something on her chair. There was something wet and glistening on the seat.

Huh. Not water, looks sticky.

I ran my fingers over it and brought them to my nose.

Holy shit!

It was like small fireworks went off in my brain, and then some sparks tried to head down to my loins. My nose seemed to have inhaled the equivalent of a woman nibbling my ear, and that sweet spot just behind it. I practically shuddered.

“Ho-o-o-o-o-o-o boy!”

What the fuck is This? Some kind of aphrodisiac? Some liquid perfume?

I tasted it. Jesus Christ, it was delicious! Precious nectar of the gods! Suddenly I contemplated collecting it all on my fingers and licking it off, or running my tongue over the seat just to capture it all. I shook my head.

There must be some plant, some chemical, some weird thing this came from that's messing with my physiology. There's no way Fluttershy would willingly have this in her house if she knew it did this to me. Best not to mention it. Meanwhile I need to think about cold, naked grandparents. Uggghhhhh.

I had just finished cleaning up when Fluttershy came back, tugging at her skirt a little, and we walked out to a new day.

Author's Note

Inter-world biological interaction is FUN! More to come, readers. I hope you have enjoyed the show so far.