Prologue Part 2: Mane Six Madness

I sat down on the bed and thought for a second, still blushing slightly.

‘If I strengthened my resolve with a few of my minor magical abilities*or didnt pay attention to Applejack so much*, I could prevent another weak moment like earlier’ I think. ‘Plus, with all of this sleeping I’ve been doing, I might actually need more sleep than I expected. I gotta try to think more often.’

I stand up and leave the bedroom, occupied in thought. My stomach changes that. I remember I didn’t eat breakfast yet. I walk downstairs to find Spike patting his slightly distended belly.

“Dang it, Spike! I haven’t eaten yet, and I’m near starving here! Why’d you eat my-” I stop speaking as I follow his claw pointing at my toast and over-easy egg, still on the plate I left on the table.

I grin and chuckle sheepishly. “Sorry I rushed to conclusions, Spike. I’m hungry and I get angry easily when I’m hungry.” I say.

Spike belched. “Perfectly understandable, Mark. Enjoy your breakfast.” He said.

I walked to the table, sat down and devoured what was left of my self-made breakfast after letting Spike and Twilight sample it. I siphoned a little of my energy into my stomach as a mild hunger reducer.

It worked, and I relaxed at the table, leaning my back over the back-rest of the chair, and my feet going as far as they could reach, crossing at the ankles.

I sighed in relaxation and put my hands behind my head. It feels nice to be full from food AND my own energy.

My energy is the second best thing to put in my belly. My favorite things to put in my belly are other people’s energies. It just feels so exotic and unusual compared to my own energy. Yet, I only take others energies with their permission. So don’t judge me until you know me better. And you don’t know me at all. But I digress.

I belched and chuckled.

“Welp, time to see if I can earn some bits.” I announce to nobody in particular.

“Okay, Mark, see ya later.” Spike says.

I stand up, go pony, walk to the door, and open it. “I’m going out to find some work, Twily. See ya later” I shout. I transform to pony as I speak.

I hear an indiscernible noise from upstairs (ahem. . . hint hint. . .). I see Spike roll his eyes out of the corner of my eye. I acknowledge it as a reply, being the oblivious idiot that i am, and close the door behind me. I stretch just outside the door and sigh happily, preparing myself for job searching.

I walk into Ponyville with a purpose, my ethereal red tail flowing behind me like air, and my short, semi-ethereal red mane getting ruffled lightly by the wind, and my coal-black coat warming me in the sunlight. The wind also caused two new sensations I couldn’t pinpoint, but I shrugged it off, because it wasnt significant enough to raise an alarm.

Eventually, I reach Carousel Boutique, the home and workplace of the seamstress, Rarity. I knock on the door and wait for an answer.

‘Some assistance, please, Will?” I ask my third and final personality. ‘I know she is a high class mare. Can you assist my grammar and accent to make me sound more civilized?’

Of course, Mark. You do hold me in your mind as a personality. It is the least I can do. He replies from The Shadow, his accent sounding British.

“Just a minute.” A woman’s voice rings from inside. “I’ll be right with you.”

“Take your time.” I reply in a british accent, thanks to Will.

After a minute, a white-coated mare with a curly purple mane and tail opens the door.

“I am dreadfully sorry for making you wait. Please, come in.” she beckons me inside. “My name is Rarity, and I run the Carousel Boutique, where everything is chic, unique, and tres magnifique.” She says like a TV commercial jingle. It’d be a good jingle.

“A pleasure to meet you, Miss Rarity. I was curious as to the chance of any assistance I can offer as your co-worker in this fine establishment. If not, I would like to acquire some clothing, if you please. Nothing too fancy, just casual wear.” I state my wishes to either get a job here or get some more clothes.

“I am dreadfully sorry, sir. I have no need for a co-worker at the moment.” She says apologetically. Her eyes glint as she continues “I shall begin designing your clothes as soon as I acquire your measurements, though. Strip to your boxers, please, and stand at the podium.”

I blush and stutter, but I comply after a few seconds. After another thirty seconds, I stand in my boxers at the podium and wait for instructions.

Rarity’s  horn glows in a billowing blue aura. A tape measure appears and is surrounded by a similar aura.

“Arms out, Mister . . .” she says, inferring that she wants to know my last name.

“Knight, Markus Knight, but you may call me Mark Knight or just Mark.” I say, finishing her hanging command as I raise my arms parallel with the floor.

“Hold that pose, Mr. Knight. This may take some time.” She states.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head over me, Miss Rarity. I shall manage.” I reply.

She giggles at my comment and continues her measurements.

After about an hour, my arms were getting tired, but she was on the final few measurements, jotting down numbers after every pass of the measuring tape.

“There, all finished with the measurements, Mister Knight. You may re-dress yourself. Come back by Thursday, three days from today. I shall be finished by then.” Rarity states.

I thank her and get dressed. A smell assaults my nostrils. A sweet smell. A smell I remember from yesterday’s train ride.

I gulp and hurriedly leave the Boutique after a rushed “Thank you”.

I walk quickly away from the Boutique and plot a mental course to Sugarcube Corner. I rely on the pictures I saw while browsing the internet.

After about ten minutes of walking, I come across the store that looks like a birthday cake with a muffin poking from the top like a little sponge cake spire. I chuckle and enter the confectionary.

As soon as both of my feet hit the floor of the confectionary, my mouth drops in amazement. There are many more candies, cakes, pies, and other sweets than I could consider trying to remember on Earth.

I almost drooled on the floor, but I closed my mouth as a stallion walked out from the back and stood by the counter.

The stallion had a tannish coat with an orange mane and tail. He had small green irises. His cutie mark is of three pastries. I quickly recognized him as Mr. Cake.

“Welcome to Sugarcube corner. Can I get you anything?” he asked me.

I pulled myself out of my trance, and said, “I’m just browsing right now. But thank you.”

I wandered around the shop and examined the baked goods and candies on display, occasionally asking what something was, or if it was a good treat. Mr. Cake happily told me what kind of confection I was looking at, or how it good it tasted.

“Okay, I’ve seen near everything. I guess I’ll have a plain chocolate chip muffin, please and thank you.” I say.

“Okay, that’ll be two bits.” He says. I gulp.

“Sorry, but I’m new around here, and I need work for some bits. Can I put it on a tab?” I ask.

“Sure, why not. Everypony trusts everypony around here.” He replied. “And you needn’t worry about interest. We don’t charge interest on our tabbers. We also may have an opening, but we need to see if you can bake or not.”

“Thank you for the tab, and the job offer. How long will my muffin take?” I asked Mr. Cake.

“I’ll bring it out when it’s ready, Mr.  . . .” he says, asking for my last name.

“Knight. Markus Knight. And you are? . . .”I ask.

“Just call me Mr. Cake.” He said.

I hold out my hand to shake his. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Cake. Call me Mark.” I say.

“Nice to meet you too, Mark.” He says as he shakes my hand.

I feel an aura come down the stairs. A bubbly, powerful, and pink aura. I hear the footsteps too. As the aura met the bottom of the stairs, I heard a gasp and someone running back up the stairs. The aura goes upstairs with the pony that just gasped.

Mr. Cake smiles. “That was Pinkie Pie. She is a wild partying pony. She will throw a party for nearly any and all reasons. She probably gasped because you’re new in town. She’s going to throw a party for you later today.” He chuckled. I did too.

I went to a booth and sat down to wait. After a few minutes, my muffin came out on a plate, barely visible heat waves roiling off of the surface of the muffin. It was in the hands who I presumed to be Mrs. Cake.

She has a light blue coat, a pink swirly mane and tail, and big pink irises. Her cutie mark is of three cupcakes with cherries on top.

(here's her appearance. yet again, very general)

“Here’s your cupcake, dear. Hope you like it.” She says as she smiles and hands me my cupcake.

“Thank you. What’s your name?” I ask.

“My name’s Mrs. Cake. What’s your name, dear? I’ve never seen you around here before.” She states.

“Markus Knight. Call me either Mark Knight or Mark. And I am new here.” I reply.

“Well, nicetameecha, Mark, but I have goods I have to bake. I hope to see you here again.” She winks at me and walks to the back of the shop from whence she came.

I was confused. ‘Are all the mares in Ponyville thinking of how attractive I am and getting horny, or are their hormones from being in heat affecting them?’ I wonder to myself. ‘Doesn’t really matter, I got a muffin waiting for me!’

I pick up the muffin, only to drop it in pain. It’s really hot!

*derp face*

It’s freshly baked, so what else should I have expected? Definitely not a cold muffin. . .

I noticed a fork on the plate, next to the muffin.

Of course, I was probably expected to use the fork to not burn myself. *re-derp face*

I pick up the fork and spear the muffin lightly. I pull out the small part I had speared and took a cautious bite.

Perfection of baked goods, meet my mouth.

I sighed from the excellence, the chocolate chips adding to the near-blissful feeling coming from my mouth.

Sooner than expected, I had finished the muffin. As per my usual odd self, I ran my teeth over the wax paper that housed the muffin’s foot. As I did so, a folded piece of parchment fell into my lap. I opened it carefully and read it.

“ Dear mystery pony,

I made this muffin especially for you. I am in heat (like most mares in this small town). I put a weak arousal potion in the chocolate chips. My husband hasn’t been fulfilling my needs whenever I go into heat. I would be ecstatic if you were to take my offer of screwing me silly. My husband will never be any the wiser.

Sincerely,

Mrs. Cake.”

I read the note five times over to be sure I wasn’t reading what Hawk’s dirty mind wanted me to read. And I wasn’t imagining things.

Mrs. Cake apparently wasn’t happy with her husband’s . . . abilities . . . and wanted me to help her with her heat. I would have helped her if I wasn’t a virgin.

But I am a virgin, so . . . I’M OUTTA HERE!

I sigh and walk out of the confectionary and place the note in my pocket, still wondering why she chose me and not some other pony that would’ve said yes.

I mentally shake myself and head off to find Sweet Apple Acres.

I pop back into the confectionary and ask Mr. Cake, “Could you direct me to Sweet Apple Acres?”

“Why sure, my boy.” He replies.

*I fast forward my mental tape player to arriving at Sweet Apple Acres*

As the farm enters my view, I realize Applejack won’t recognize me if I came in as a pony, so I return to human. I walk along the fence that signified Sweet Apple Acres, the Apple family’s land. I walk in the gate and follow the rows of trees with my eyes, searching for Big Mac or Applejack.

After a quick scan, I didn’t see any living thing but apple trees. But in the distance, I did see a barn.

‘Might as well check it out’ I ruminate. I walk towards the barn at a relaxed pace.

“Hey there, Mark. How ya doin’?” Applejack asked right behind me. I jumped three feet in the air.

“What . . . was that . . . for?” I ask the orange mare staring at me, breathing heavily from the biggest surprise of my life so far.

Applejack chuckled and said, “Ah saw ya lookin’ at our farm, sugarcube. Ah wanted to see what’d happ’n if Ah jump’d ya.”

I chuckle weakly. “It’s not very nice to do that. And I’m gonna get revenge for that. You know that, right?” I asked the orange farm-mare with the apple cutie mark.

“Maybe Ah shoulda known you’d git yer revenge. Maybe Ah did know. Maybe Ah did knew you’d want revenge, an’ Ah did that on purpose.” She grinned slyly.

I frowned in thought. “I’m gonna think up the best revenge prank in all of Equestria, and you will never expect it” I grin when I finish my statement.

“Errmm, okay. Anyway, Mark, whatcha here for?” she asked.

“I just wanted to see if I could find some work.” I say. “Get me some real muscles”

‘I also want to test my limits as to withstanding her outstanding southern charm.’ I think with a slight frown on my face.

“What’s wrong, Sugarcube? Yer frownin’.” Applejack says.

“Oh . . . umm . . . just . . . thinking. It’s nothing.” I reply hesitantly.

“ohkaaaayyyy. Well you came here fer some work, dincha? Let’s find yah somethin’ to do.” She says.

She walks over to an apple tree, says, “Try this,” and stands facing away from the tree right behind. I was about to ask ‘try what?’ when she executed an obviously powerful spinning roundhouse kick into the tree, her boot heel digging into the bark of the tree. The apples all fall into well-placed tubs around the tree.

“O-okay, I’ll try. I’m pretty sure I can’t do this, though.” I say in a nervous, pathetic voice. I walk over to another tree with apples still hanging on. I visualize my kick in my mind and execute said kick.

You ever feel like explaining something along the lines of this statement to someone? ‘One moment I’m (insert action here) and the next I’m (insert painful reaction here).’ This was my moment.

One moment I was swinging my foot around as I attempted to do a back-spin roundhouse kick to the tree as hard as I could, the next moment I’m lying in the dirt. I must have been launched five feet from the tree.

I cough, all the air ejected from my lungs on the landing. My cough brings copious amounts of dust into my lungs, which made me cough even more. I quickly sat up and continued coughing a dry cough into my shirt sleeve.

Applejack rushed to my side and asked, “You okay, sugarcube?” I blush.

‘God, I’m a sucker for southern girls’ I think before I reply with, “I’m fine. How did I do?”

“You actually got all the apples outta the tree on yer first kick, Mark. Yeh sure yeh ain’t got Earth pony blood in ya?” she asked.

I smirked. “I dunno, you tell me.” I say as I go pony.

Her eyes widen and her jaw drops. “H-how a-are yah a p-p-pony?” she asks me, confused and scared.

Man, I could read her emotions like a book right now; like I could do for anypony else I am close to as good friends, human or . . . well. . . any species with feelings.

“Ask Twilight, I told her. I don’t feel like explaining right now, sorry.” I say, returning to human.

“O-okay, then. Well since yah can buck them apples, I think you got yerself a job here at Sweet Apple Acres.” She says. “But ah don’t think we’ll have any work over the winter, so you’ll need a job fer then.”

We carry the full tubs to the barn after every tree, which was near a half-mile away. The work continues quite uneventfully. Nearly every time I kick a tree, I either:

• fall over, getting my shirt dustier and dustier, or

• lose my balance, swinging my arms around wildly, trying to not tumble to the ground.

And the half-mile felt more like three miles with a full tub in my hands.

After a few rows of apple trees, I began to lag behind Applejack, although I was getting worn-out slower than I would have on Earth. We went through about ten more rows, me falling behind more and more every row I completed.

Eventually, she was a full row ahead of me, and I was about to pass out from exhaustion, having to kick the trees more than once to get all of the apples. I was about to fall asleep as I walked. She must have seen it on my face, because she rushed over and caught me perfectly in her arms as I collapsed.

I came to in what I rapidly realized as Applejack’s bedroom. Applejack was sitting in a chair next to the bed, watching me carefully.

“Good, yer awake. Yeh overworked yerself. Yeh don’t need ta help anymore today. Here’s yer pay, sugarcube” she said monotonously.

“Applejack, what’s up?” I ask, concerned for my new friend. i smell that damned smell again.

‘shit, that smell again. Too many mares ready for a good rutting. . . and from an unready source, too. me. . .’ I think nervously.

“It’s nothin’ sugarcube. Now go an’ enjoy yer well-earned bits.” She said in the same tone as before.

I realize she is probably holding herself back from rutting me right then and there.

“Thanks, AJ. See ya around” I say as I get up *headaches galore, might I add* and leave the home of the Apple family, clutching my temples whenever the headache attacked again. I choose a direction at random once I am outside and walk in that direction.

After about a half-hour of wandering, I find a short path going into the Everfree, and a house is nestled just inside of the forest’s edge.

‘Hmm, must be Fluttershy’s house. I wonder if she’ll accept me sooner if I befriend her little friends.’ I ponder.

I decide to try it and sit on the little bridge spanning the tiny creek that passes by Fluttershy’s house. Eventually, a few of the forest critters got curious enough to get close. I held out my hand. It was weird to me because the squirrel hopped onto my palm and sniffed it. It then turned around and chattered towards the house. Odd . . .

I heard a light, kind voice call, “What? Someone’s here?”

I could tell that was Fluttershy. I smiled in anticipation.

The most beautiful pony*second to nopony but Rarity, but I digress* walked out of the doorway. She saw me, yelped in fear, and hid behind the doorframe, peeking out with one light turquoise eye and a yellow wing-tip. I smile and wave nonchalantly.

“Your wildlife friends are very nice. You must be lucky to live so near to nature with them. And nice to meet you. My name is Markus Knight, but you can call me Mark” I say, hoping she’ll become less shy. I hold my hand out in a handshake. She meeps and hides herself around the doorframe fully.

She slowly reappears and is silent.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. You seem too beautiful and gentle to have anything that bad happen to you.” My smooth side says in an attempt to comfort her.

Not only do I see the one eye, but I now see a light blush on her visible cheek.

“Hello . . .” she says quietly. “My name is Fluttershy. . . It’s nice to meet you, Mark.” I had to strain to hear her speak, but at least I did hear her.

“Fluttershy. What a beautiful name for such a beautiful and shy pegasus.” I say quietly. “It fits you well, Miss Fluttershy.” I see her blush deepen.

I might want to tone it down a bit. . .

“Would you mind stepping outside so I can meet the mare with the beautiful everything?” I ask tenderly.

All she said was “Ummm. . . okay . . .”

She stepped out from behind the doorframe and stood her full height, trying to hide behind her long, pink hair.

Now that I got a better look at her appearance, I gasped at the beauty and cuteness.

“You are beautiful mare, Miss Fluttershy.” I say gently.

“Ummmm . . . Thank you. . . Mark” she mutters quietly.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll be leaving now. See you around Fluttershy” I say.

I turn and walk back towards Ponyville. I stop when I hear Fluttershy’s voice.

“Mark . . . you don’t have to go . . . if you don’t want to . . .” I hear her say to me.

My stomach grumbles loudly, and I hear the same thing happen behind me. I must have lost track of the time.

“Sure, but I can tell we’re both hungry. Tell you what. I’ll make us some lunch. Okay with you?” I say.

“You don’t have to do that . . . if you don’t want to, that is.” She mumbles shyly.

“With your beauty, you could make any stallion make lunch for you, anytime. You just have to tell them to. Don’t second guess yourself. If you are confident and don’t say ‘if you feel like it’ or ‘if you want to’. Just go with your commanding instincts.” I say, advising her on being assertive. I think it might have worked.

“Ummm, okay. I guess I’ll try.” She says and hardens her expression. Her voice is louder and more commanding as she says, “Make me a sandwich, Mark!”

I smile from the cuteness overload. “Yes, Mistress Fluttershy. I’ll get to it right away. What would you like on it?”

“Lilacs and daisies, please.” Her voice is softening already, but she still holds her command.

I walk into her house and step into the kitchen. I seek out the lilacs, daisies, and bread.

I place a lilac and a daisy on a slice of bread in an “X”. I take another lilac and daisy and spread the petals over it. I put the second slice of bread on top of the first. I put it on a little plate and bring it outside for Fluttershy.

“Here you go, Mistress Fluttershy” I say as I hand her the sandwich I made for her.

“Oh, thank you, Mark, for the sandwich and the little bit of assertiveness advice. I took it to heart. Although it’s okay to be shy most of the time. My name is Fluttershy, not Flutterbitch” she says happily and giggles.

“No problem, Mistress Fluttershy. I do what I can to help” I say, still mentally reeling back from her cursing. She blushes slightly from my comment.

“INCOMING!” a tomboyish feminine voice assaults my ears. I feel a heavy weight plough into my chest and I hit the ground quicker than I could blink. I hear cracking, and I presume it to be my ribs breaking. I quickly channel energy to heal them as I lay on the ground, and I heal before the pain inundates me.

I hear some tumbling and a loud, solid thunk, like a skull into a tree or something.

“Oh, Mark, are you okay? I’ll go get some ice.” Fluttershy says and then flies into her house, presumably for ice.

I slowly sit up, groaning from the soreness, and the return of the headache.

“Damn that hurt a bit” I said.

“Sorry about that. You okay?” a blue Pegasus with a messy rainbow mane and tail swim into my vision.

“I guess so. What were you doing?” I say.

“Ehh, I was just practicing some stunts to show the Wonderbolts, and I lost control. Damn birds better watch more where they’re going.” she said.

“By the way, my name is Rainbow Dash, the coolest and fastest Pegasus in all of Equestria, other than the Wonderbolts” she finishes proudly. “What’s your name?”

“Markus Knight, but call me either Mark or Mark Knight,” I reply.

“Well, okay, Mark Knight. Nice ta meet ya. I gotta keep practicing my stunts so I’ll see ya around.” She checks me out quickly before flaring her wings and taking to the sky. I look at her flying away with exasperation

A few seconds later, Fluttershy comes out of her house with a small ice pack.

“I hope you didn’t get hurt too bad. I don’t like it when my friends go to the hospital.” She says.

“Naw, I’m fine. But an icepack would feel nice, thank you” I reply.

She hands me the ice pack, and I lift my shirt. I press the icepack gently onto the growing bruise *which I just couldn’t heal, now or in the past. I just don’t understand how to yet* and gasp at the sudden pain and cold. I then sigh as the cold starts taking effect.

“Ohhh, this helps sooo much!” I exclaim quietly. “Thank you for the icepack, Fluttershy.”

She blushed and said, “It’s no problem, Mark. I don’t want that bruise to bother you all day, especially with you being an Alicorn and all.” she says happily.

‘Alicorn? Is she really- no, am I really an alicorn? I couldn’t be’ I think, my face showing confusion. Fluttershy seemed to ignore it.

My left hand wanders to my forehead and meets with a horn. I gasp at what felt like sensual contact. I quickly drop my hand and reach behind my back.

I brush against the feathers of what I realized were my wings. I pull away quickly again from a similar feeling to the horn, just a different area.

“Excuse my outburst, but you are acting like you didn’t know you were an alicorn, Mark.” Fluttershy commented on my unusual reactions.

“Well, Fluttershy, now that you’ve seen my odd reactions, I guess I could show you this. I’m sorry” I say. I take a few steps back, spread my arms dramatically and transform into my normal human form*with a few magical lighting effects*. Fluttershy’s eyes widen.

“A . . . a human? I thought humans were extinct! This isn’t possible. Neither is the fact that you could use magic, but . . .” she trails off.

“I arrived in Equestria yesterday, right in front of the princesses. I don’t know how I arrived here or why, but I enjoy it here. The only thing I don’t enjoy is being treated like an outcast. All the ponies from Canterlot just glared at me. I’m quite sure Ponyville will glare at me too. I’m just going to go before you treat me like they did.” I say. I transform into dragon form and prepare to take to the sky.

“Wait, Mark. I won’t do that to you. You’re my friend, and appearances don’t matter if you’re friends with somepony.” Fluttershy says, stopping me from leaving. “I could never be that mean anyway.” She adds quietly.

I transform into my alicorn form and turn back to Fluttershy. I smile.

“Thank you, Fluttershy. You made me realize that not all ponies are bad. Thank you again” I say, holding my arms out for a hug. Fluttershy blushes and walks towards me, her arms hanging loosely by her sides. She reaches me, meeps quietly, and walks into my hug.

I sigh from her soft coat rubbing against my coat.

“Thanks to you, I have gained the courage to go full human form in Ponyville” I whisper in her ear, which twitches a bit from the little gusts of my breath.

She leans back a bit and says, “Now that I’ve helped you, you should help me with something? It’s a personal problem, but I trust you enough to help.” She blushes and smiles cutely.

“What do you need help with? I will do anything for you, Fluttershy” I ask, curious as to what she wanted.

Then a sweet, familiar smell assaulted my nostrils for the fourth time in two days.

‘The smell of a mare in heat. I gotta find a place to hide until the town’s mare’s heats pass. . .’ I think. ‘. . . but this mare is . . . different.  She is being passive-aggressive, unlike the other mares who just said outright they wanted to screw me without even knowing me*or saying nothing, and letting their body speak for itself*. Fluttershy is asking and she knows me, but not enough for me to accept. I’m sorry Fluttershy’ I think, knowing what she wanted before she even asked.

“Help me sate my heat.” she whispered in my ear.

“I’m sorry, Fluttershy. I’d love to help, but I don’t know you enough and you don’t know me enough.” I say, forlorn that I couldn’t help her.

“I’m not asking you to, Mark. I’m telling you to.” She said in my ear defiantly.

My eyes widen as *what I understand to be as* Fluttershy asserts herself. I look into her eyes, which stare back at mine with a lust I couldn’t compare to anything I’ve ever seen in my life.

“B-but I’m only sixteen. That would be statutory r-rape where I’m from. . .” I trail off.

“Who cares, Mark? It’s the same here, but your parents are still where you came from and not here. I am nineteen and I want to buck you hard ‘til the sun comes up tomorrow.” She whispered in my ear, causing me to shudder with arousal.

‘My god, only my second day in Equestria, and I already received four offers for sex*one pony didnt verbally asked but I got the message anyway*. These ponies are very sexually promiscuous. They would probably even fuck their pets if a situation like that arose!’ I thought. My train of thought crashed as I felt soft fur and lips pressed against my face, specifically my mouth.

Fluttershy had taken initiative and kissed me. I was stunned for a second because the smell of her heat clouded my mind.

I slowly woke up from my mental daze and started kissing her back, driven by my own arousal.

She pulled away from the kiss and pulled me inside, saying, “It would be more comfortable in my bed. Let’s hurry before I start to regret my decision”

Unbeknownst to either of us, Rainbow Dash had been watching us carefully from a lone cloud, wondering what was happening with Fluttershy. But I digress.

Fluttershy playfully pulled me by the arm into her bedroom. In the bedroom, I saw a queen size bed, big enough for two.

“Why do you have a queen-sized bed, Fluttershy? I thought you lived alone.” I asked.

“I bought it on the off chance that I might find my special somepony and they would move in with me. . .” she trailed off. “It will do nicely, correct?”

“Yeah, I guess so. What now?” I ask, being a teen that hadn’t even found out how to use my own junk yet.

“I have some ideas, so just bear with me” Fluttershy said boldly and proudly as she pulled me towards the bed.