Daisies, Daffodil and Dragon Eggs

by EroPony1000

Rating: teen
Tags: Fetish, Angel, Fluttershy, Random, Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anthro
Length: 1092

Fluttershy has overslept, and it is up to Angel to wake her up.

Angel Bunny must wake Fluttershy and urge her to get moving, lest they be late for a very important date.

Published 2022-01-19 06:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-01-19 06:30:00 UTC

Daisies, Daffodil and Dragon Eggs

Fluttershy’s heavy, gelatinous breasts had melted, gravity’s heavy influence dragging them downward as she lie sleeping on her back, their circumference having expanded as the flesh dispersed and spilled over the sides of her torso.

Within the slack collar of her loose-necked nightshirt the uncanny seam of her cleavage gave one the impression of an infinite space.

From his perch atop her shelf, one paw balanced on either wobbly mound, the unwanted image of being suffocated between the walls of that deceptive crevasse attacked his mind.

He cast aside the thought—which the rational part of him found distasteful—as he was not one to be easily swayed by fear.

Not that there was anything to be afraid of in the first place.

Of all the creatures of earth and sky, none were gentler than Fluttershy.

A light breeze shifted the gossamer curtain, moonlight filtering into the bedroom to touch upon the deathlike girl and the snow-white bunny standing on her boobs.

The rabbit knew the night would not last forever—Fluttershy and her pony pals made sure of that—and if the girl did not awaken soon she would miss her twilight deadline.

Gently, Angel Bunny pressed his little rabbit feet down into the accommodating fat of Flutters’ udders, then began hopping back and forth from either foot, pumping the flesh and spawning surging waves that rippled like a protoplasmic tide.

Fluttershy’s long, dark eyelashes began to quiver, and Angel slowed his pace to a stop, nearly losing his balance before the footing stabilized.

He found himself panting as though he had just finished an elliptical workout, and was like this when Fluttershy opened her big, crystal eyes.

“Angel?” she said softly, reaching over and switching on the bedside lamp. Warm light flooded the room, and she let out a lengthy, catlike yawn as she sat up, absentmindedly she gathering up her bust. Angel was then confronted with his theoretical horror as he was nearly smothered in her creamy bosom.

“Oops, sorry Angel Bunny.” said Fluttershy, fishing him out of her sea of cleavage. He wriggled free of her grasp and, using her mammaries as a springboard he leapt over to her night stand and impatiently stamped his foot, gesturing to the alarm clock that had not been set.

“What is it?” said Fluttershy, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

She squinted at the clock face. “The time?” she said. “It’s… Oh my goodness!”

Fluttershy freed herself from her sheets and leapt out of bed. “Oh dear, oh my. We’re going to be late!”

Angel looked on as Flutters threw open her closet and cast off her shirt. From the side, the pronounced curve of her butt seemed a kind of counterweight to keep her mammoth tits from toppling her over.

Miraculously, she maintained balance while peeling off her panties, swapping them for a new pair of dainty pink slips. After putting up her hair in a scrunchy she grabbed a lacy bra of unusual size and clipped it behind her back beneath her wings, filling the cups with her brimming bust.

With her chest no longer at gravity’s mercy she retrieved a pair of soft, stretchy jeans, inserting her legs one hoof at a time and beating her wings to stay upright, accidentally blowing the remaining sheets off the bed.

The hem caught beneath her bum as she tugged, lifting it before slipping over. She buttoned the back around her tail, appreciating how the fabric conformed so securely to her body. Angel found he liked this too.

She chose a loose and airy top, made of sheer, pale-blue fabric with slits cut in the back to accommodate her wings, and slipped it over her head, pulling her ponytail through. She guided the fabric over her bust and tugged it down in the back, then tied it around her ribs underneath with a delicate blue ribbon.

She removed the scrunchy and tossed out her hair so that it tumbled down her back and over her shoulders, then turned to Angel.

“What do you think?” she asked, posing delicately with one hand atop her bust, the other hanging by her hips, palm facing downward.

Angel admitted to himself that he liked how she looked, but the clock didn’t stop ticking for pleasantries. It never stopped ticking.

With a curt nod of approval he redirected her attention to the menacing clock-face.

“Oh, I know. Come here then.”

Fluttershy knelt down and held out her hand. Angel hopped down and scampered up her outstretched arm, perching upon her shoulder.

“There we go.” said Fluttershy, giggling as Angel nuzzled her cheek. “And now, off we go.”

The pair then stepped out into the half-light of the newborn day. The aroma of dew-scented grass and wind-tossed pine flooded her mind with pleasant mysteries.

Their path took them beneath the boughs of an old willow tree, draped in the effervescent light of dawn’s cracking, and wound its way to the edge of town where her friend awaited, sitting alone at a table outside Sugarcube Corner.

She eagerly waved them over as though she weren’t the only dining, and for a brief moment she was just as Flutters had known her, all the way back at the start. There were books and balloons, ballgowns and baked goods. There were autumn leaves and flying colors, there was promise and anticipation, with daisies, daffodil and dragon eggs too.

There was a smile, naive yet determined to learn, and stubborn to a fault. It was everything they had when they began, back when they had no idea something was beginning. The future was forever and nothing could be better.

Only those things were now past, as they were always destined to be, yet the past had a way of sticking around. Though winged and a princess, with no baby dragon by her side, Twilight still ordered her humble favorite—a daisy and daffodil sandwich—and the two of them talked of pleasant things, of old friends and new trends as they waited for their tea.

Author's Note

This emerged from a bit of unused writing that was a potential starting point for the jumprope story, back when I was still working out what setting it would take place in. I stumbled across it in my notes and began expanding on what I had written, experimenting with descriptors I may otherwise have scrapped in favor of something more grounded. I had a good time writing it and drawing the cover art, and I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading it. Cheers!:twilightsmile: