"Argh!"
>You throw your pillow at the window.
>To Tartarus with your sun, Celestia!
"We need a curtain for that window."
>Fluttershy giggled at your outburst, still half asleep and curled up next to you.
>"I promi-"
>She let out a big yawn.
>"I promise to find something."
>You lean over and kiss the top of her head.

>Today is the day you decide to start getting back into shape.
>Fluttershy rolls over and goes back to sleep.
>You slide out of bed and reach for the boxes underneath.
>You should probably put these away...
>You throw on some running gear and slip into your new running shoes.
>Oh my God, they're so soft...

>You head downstairs and out the door.
>You don't really know where you would go, so you just follow the road.
>For a little motivation, you are yelling some old cadance to yourself.
"A-left, a-left, a-left right lay-o."
"Low, righty lay-o."
"A-lefty righty lay-o."

>It gets a little irritating after a while.
>You decide to switch it up to some good old-fashioned rock...
"To the haters, the takers, the liars, all the vultures and the bottom-feeding scum!"
>You take a quick look around to make sure there were no ponies around.
>Not only would you NOT want them to think you're a bloodthirsty monster, you don't want any of them to hear you sing.
>Something about singing with the guitar is different than casually singing for yourself.
>But whatever.
--
>You were only running for probably 15 minutes at a slow pace, and you're already tired.
>You decide to stop and take a break.
>A nearby tree presents the opportunity to do some pull-ups.
>You manage to pump out 10 of them.
>Not too bad, but you are still pissed you can't do more.
>Sit-ups piss you off even more, being only able to do 35.
"Aw come on!"

>You roll over and hammer your fist into the ground.
"This sucks so hard..."
> You push yourself back to your feet.
"Alright, let's see if I don't die on the way home."
>You take off on a slow pace, singing to yourself some more.
"Cold seems crippling. Lame meander through corridors. Aroma's thick with age. Mark off the day. Reflections of my life are fading!"

>As you come up to your house, you are comepletely out of breath.
>You decided to stop screaming the songs and mumble them instead.
>Your heart is beating through your ribcage.
>You throw open the front door and collapse onto the couch.
>Fluttershy ran over to see what was wrong.
>You yell into the pillow.
"It hurts... Kill me please..."

>She rolls her eyes and jumps up on your back.
"Ah! ... Aha..."
>Fluttershy uses all four hooves to rub and lightly walk on your back and shoulders.
>She's also a messeuse?
>Why did you not know this?
>But your back isn't the problem.

"Wooow..." you muffle into the pillow. 
"Fluttershy you're an amazing messeuse, but I'm gonna be hurting a lot worse tomorrow."
>"Thank you, Anon. I have lots of practice with large creatures."
"And it shows. Now please get off?"
>She smiled and hopped down to the floor.
>You turn your head to face her.
"So what's for breakfast?"
--
>Ham and eggs again.
>You decided to add to it with some fried potatoes and buttered toast.
>Fluttershy looked on as you sliced up and tossed the potatoes in the pan with some butter.
"How often do ponies cook with potatoes?"
>"I'm not really sure. They never looked too appetizing until now."
>Surely ponies eat potatoes.
>They eat other root vegetables, so why should potatoes be any different?
"That's 'cause you gotta know how to cook 'em!"

>You scrape the golden brown and buttery potatoe slices onto your plate.
>You take your fork, spear one, and hold it out to Fluttershy.
"Careful, it's hot."
>She lightly blows on it and takes it in her mouth.
>She chews on it for several seconds before her eyes widen and her ears perk up.
>She swallows.
>"Wow, Anon! That's amazing!"
>"It's actually a very wuick and simple recipe. And a very common breakfast dish where I come from."

>You split half the potatoes on your plate for her.
>You drop them on a seperate plate and you begin to chow down.
>You can't help but notice Fluttershy devouring her meal with as much ferocity as you are your own.
>With breakfast over, you place the dishes in the sink and go to take a shower.
>Some new clothes and a fresh shave can do wonders for your self esteem.

>You come back downstairs to see the dishes have been washed and set to dry.
>Fluttershy was waiting for you on the couch.
>You grab your newspaper from the table.
>You give Fluttershy a kiss goodbye as you leave to go find more work in Ponyville.
--
>You find a bench in the middle of the town square.
>You set yourself down and open the paper up.
>This paper is only a day old, so the jobs should still be good.
>Ponyville Town Hall is looking for somepony to do landscaping and yard work around town.
>It pays 8 bits an hour.
"Hey, that's not so bad actually."
>You fold you paper up and make your way to town hall.

>You sat in the waiting room outside the mayor's office.
>The secretary was casual filing her hooves.
>You don't understand why, but ponies must like filed hooves?
>Finally, the mayor exits her office.
>"I'm ready to speak with you now, Mr. Anonymous."
>You nod, stand, and follow her into her office.
>It's a large office, with huge glass windows to offer an awesome view of Ponyville town square.

>"So what brings you to town hall today, Mr. Anonymous."
"Well mayor, I saw an ad in the paper about the city needing somepony to perform yard work and landscaping around town. I was looking to take the job."
>"Excellent! We have been looking for somepony take this job for some time now. If you would be willing, we would like you to work every other week."
"That sounds great. Now is there a tool shed around here that holds all the landscaping tools?"
>"Yes. Speak to my secretary. She will lead you down to the basement and you can grab what you need."
"Very well."

>You stand and offer your hand across the table.
>She meets you halfway and you shake in agreement.
"Thank you for the job."
>"I should be thank you. We really needed somepony to do this."
>You smile as she lets out a laugh.
--
>You exit the mayors office and ask the secretary to lead you to the basement for the tools.
>She responds to you with an annoyed sigh.
>She acts as if you were interupting something important.
>Or that she was actually busy.
>Whatever...

>She leads you to a storm cellar outside the town hall and unlocks the padlock on the door.
>"Just lock it back up when you're done."
"Yeah, I'll do that."
>She rolls her eyes and shakes her head as she walks away.
>You pretend not to notice and walk down the stairs.

>You yank on the pull string and the light bulb illuminates the room.
>It looks like something out of a horror movie.
>Sharp tools and various other objects hanging on the walls, dangling from the ceiling, and cluttering up the floor.
>You manage to pick out a push mower, a rake, hedge trimmers, and a watering can.

>Best place to start would probably be the town hall itself.
>First and foremost, you mow the lawn around it.
>You take a big whiff of the air around you.
>That smell of fresh cut grass...

>There isn't much grass as the surrounding area is mostly cobblestone.
>Next, you start trimming the hedges to a nice box-shape.
>Then, you rake up the grass clippings and hedge trimmings into a neat pile.
>And finally, water the flowers in the gardens and window boxes.
>As a little bonus, you found a rock pile nearby and placed them around the flower beds.
>Town hall actually looks pretty nice.
>Now on to the rest of the town.
--
>You made an outward spiral from the town hall to the edges of Ponyville.
>You repeated the same process as with the town hall.
>Mow first, then trim the hedges, rake, and water the flowers.
>You weeded a few flower beds where you could, but you left the proper tool for it in the cellar.

>Lunch time rolls around as you are making your way near the Carousel Boutique.
>You have a favor you want to ask of Rarity.
>You decide to stop in and have a word with her.
>After a greeting and a scolding for being so dirty and unkempt, you propose your request to Rarity.
>The two of you toss ideas and changes to the proposed gift back and forth.
>After deciding on the final product, Rarity sees you to the door.

>"Oh my, Anonymous! This is going to be most wonderful! I will make it my top priority and you can expect it in three days time!"
"Thank you so much Rarity. Do you still have the measurements you took of me?"
>"I have them all written down, Anonymous. I stored them for safe keeping."
"And you remember the little notes I made as well?"
>"I shall write those down as well."
"Excellent. I will come by and pick them up."
>"Farewell, darling!"
"See you later, Rarity"
--
>You wave goodbye and decide to go to a local diner.
>You spent a long time at Rarity's, so you best get something quick to eat.
>The diner wasn't very packed as the lunch rush was almost over.
>You take a seat in an outdoor eating area.
>It didn't take long for the waitress to come take your order.

"Just a salad, please."
>"What would you like to drink with that?"
"Uh... Sweet tea please."
>"Your order will be here shortly."
"Thank you very much, ma'am."

>She gives you a wink and trots off to deliver your order.
>You make it a point to be polite to anyone who handles your food.
>Not out of fear they will do something to it, but because you love your food.
>It's only proper to give respect to the ones responsible for preparing it.
>Whether it's a cook or waitress, it does not matter.

>After about 10 minutes, the waitress comes back with your food.
>You graciously thank her and begin to eat.
>The salad was expertly prepared and the tea was amazing.
>You eat quickly, but not so quick you were being dusgusting about it.
>You were in public after all.

>You finish your meal and call to the waitress for your check.
>She drops off the bill and you decide to give her 2 bits as a tip.
>You toss down an extra bit for the amazing speed of the delivery of your food.
"Well, back to work I guess."
--
>The day goes on.
>Mowing the grass in the afternoon sun starts to suck after a while.
>You pull off your shirt and stuff it in the back of your jeans at the belt.
>The grass takes a while, but it's not the worst of it.
>The hedges take the longest out of everything as you are trying to make them look as good as possible.
>Maybe you should've asked for Rarity's help.
>With her scrutinous eye, she would be perfect for this.

>You payed special attention to the areas around the Carousel Boutique, the library, and Sugarcube Corner.
>Might as well help out your friends.
>Maybe even attract some business for them.

>It is now early in the evening.
>The sun is beginning to set.
>You've been working all day, and you are tired.
>You finish a large majority of the town.
>All the major areas anyways.
>You want to get to the park still, but that alone would take a few hours.

>You go back to the town hall cellar to put your tools away.
>Oh crap!
>You forgot to lock the cellar door.
>You walk downstairs to check if anything was missing.
>It's impossible to tell in this big mess.
>You will have to sort it all out next week.

"Hello?" you call out. "Is anypony down here?"
>No response.
>You shrug and toss your tools lazily on the floor.
>You pull the string to the lightbulb and walk upstairs.
>Locking the door behind you, you return to the mayor's secretary for payment.

>She tosses a bag of coins at you.
>"72 bits for 9 hours of work. The mayor threw in 8 more for the wonderful job with the town hall."
"9 hours? Doesn't she know I took a 90-minute lunch?"
>"Whatever. Now get out so I can go home already."
>You snatch up the coinpurse.
"Thanks."
>She huffed at you as you walked away.
--
>It's getting late now.
>Then sun hasn't set yet, but it's not too late to go to the store.
>You decide to visit that diner again.
>There was a small grocery store attached to the building.
>You assume it's operated by the same family who owns the diner.

>You peruse the shelves and settle on a few ingredients for dinner tonight, and a bottle of some hard apple cider.
>You didn't even know they had alcohol here.
>There is actually a wide selection of various drinks, but there's no need to be getting drunk at the moment.
>You should come back here later and pick up something good.
>You pay for your groceries and begin the walk home.

>With your house being almost an hour away, it will be dark by the time you get home.
>When you finally do get home, you can't help but notice that something has changed.
>The area near the front door has been tilled and some small rocks have been placed around the border of the loose dirt.
>Is Fluttershy starting a flower patch?

>She really is trying to turn this house into a home.
>You feel the need to help her, but not tonight.
>You have plans for her tonight.
--
>You got inside and call out to Fluttershy.
>She's in your bedroom.
>She casually flies downstairs and meets you with a 'welcome home' kiss.
"I see you've been digging around in the dirt outside today. Why don't you go take a bath while I prepare dinner?"
>She simply nods and lies off to the bathroom.

>You place your bag of groceries on the counter and put the bottle of hard cider in the fridge.
>You begin to prepare a vegetarian lasagna for the two of you.
>You were never a fan of vegetarian foods, but Fluttershy can't eat meat.
>It would also kill the mood if you made two seperate meals.
>You throw it in the oven for an hour to bake.

>You walk upstairs and reach under the bed for your boxes of clothes.
>And... they're gone.
"What the hell?"
>You stand and walk to your dresser.
>You open it to find all of your clothes folded and neatly place inside.
>Fluttershy has taken the liberty of putting your clothes away.
>Great...
>Now you feel bad because you were too lazy to do it yourself.

>You grab out a fresh change of clothes and walk downstairs.
>You stop next to the bathroom door and lean against the wall, waiting for Fluttershy to get out.
--
>It doesn't take long before you hear the water start going down the drain.
>Fluttershy walks out to see you smiling like an idiot.
>She used a towel to dry herself off, and it left her mane and fur all poofy.
"You want a brush?"
>"For what?"
>You spin her around so she can see the mirror on the bathroom door.
"Fluffy pony!"

>She giggles as she goes back into the bathroom to grab a brush.
 "I'm gonna take a quick shower, okay?"
>She exits the bathroom for you.
>"Okay. I'll wait for you on the couch."
>You nod and shut the door.

>You run the hot water until it starts steaming up the bathroom.
>You flip on the cold and hop in.
>The water feels good on your aching muscles.
>After than little PT session, and the long day doing yard work, you could use some relaxation.
>You scrub yourself down, rinse off, and hop out.
>You throw on some fresh clothes and throw your dirty clothes in the hamper.
>You brush your teeth and leave the bathroom to go find Fluttershy.
--
>She was patiently waiting on the couch for you.
>Just like she said she would.
>Perfect.
>You walk past her into the kitchen.
>You grab the bottle from the fridge and check the timer on the oven.
>20 minutes yet.
>Plenty of time.

>You grab two glasses from the cupboard and go to meet your love in the other room.
>Sitting down next to her, you hold the bottle in front of her face.
>"Anonymous! Is now the best time?"
"Sure, why not?"
>You pour yourselves each a glass.

>You down your whole drink fairly quickly.
>Granted it's only hard cider, but it's pretty weak.
>That's fine with you though.
>It tastes awesome and you're not looking to get drunk anyways.
>Fluttershy is sipping on her glass as well, but not nearly as quickly.
>When she was about half done, you poured yourself another glass.
>It would take this whole bottle just to get you past tipsy...

>As you sip on your drink, you decide to reveal to Fluttershy about your future intentions.
"So Fluttershy, I was talking to Rarity today, and we have a little surprise cooking for you."
>She stopped sipping her drink and looked at you.
>"Dinner?"
"Heh, no not dinner. I promise you, it will change your life forever."
>"What is it?"
>You give her a playful, yet evil smile.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret."

>She set her glass down and crossed her forelegs.
>She frowned and pouted at you for not telling her.
"It sounds very familiar doesn't it?"
>You laugh again.
>"Please tell me?"
"Nope, sorry."
>"Pretty please!"
--
>The oven timer started to ding.
"There's dinner."
>You throw back the rest of your drink and start toward the kitchen.
>Fluttershy imitates you, downing the rest of her drink and following you into the kitchen.

>You grabbed a dish towel and pulled the pan out of the oven.
>You set it on the stove top to cool down while you set the table.
>You pulled a red tablecloth and some candle sticks out of the cupboard.
>You also grabbed 2 plates and 2 more clean glasses.
>Fluttershy offer to help set the table, but you declined her.

>Instead, you pull a chair out for her and invited her to sit down.
>You set the tablecloth down and poured her another glass.
>She sipped her drink as she watched you set the table.
>You lit the candles and dimmed the kitchen lights.
>It was dark, but you could still see pretty well.
>Three large candles in the center of the room give off more light than one would imagine.

>You grab both of your plates and bring them to the waiting lasagna.
>You slice it up, and serve Fluttershy her meal first.
>You serve yourself a plate and sit down, silverware next to you plate.
>You also placed some next to Fluttershy's plate, but just as a formality.

>You're not sure if Fluttershy didn't get the formality, or she was just trying to imitate you.
>She picked up her fork between her hooves and successfully speared her food.
>The biggest problem she had was lifting the food to her mouth.
>She tried several times, only for the fork to come out, or the food to slide off the fork.
>She eventually decided that lifting her hooves high above her head and lowering the food into her mouth was the best idea.
>And holy crap it worked.
--
>You bust a gut and laugh oh so hard at the sight.
>You fall out of your chair, holding your stomach from laughing so hard.
>Oh God, it hurts...
>Fluttershy smiles, but becomes red in the face.
>When you finally recover, you climb back into your seat and continue eating your meal between small bouts of laughter.

>Fluttershy finished off another drink and went to pour more.
"Whoa, slow down Fluttershy."
>You grab the bottle from her and pour her another glass yourself.
"You can drink, but don't drink so much so fast. Weak alcohol or not, you're gonna get sick."
>"I... I'm fine Anon."

>No way...
>She's getting drunk already?
>She only had two glasses, and the second one shouldn't even affect her yet.
>She only just finished it.
>One glass of hard cider, and she is already getting tipsy.
>Well she is smaller than you, and lighter too.
>That could explain why most of the alcohol was pretty weak.
>Ponies can't drink nearly as much as humans, that's a fact.
>You figure she shouldn't have anymore than one more glass after this.
--
>You finally finish your plate and look over at Fluttershy.
>She had given up on the fork and just started eating with her mouth.
>She only ate about half of her plate before she was full.
>They were some pretty big slices, so you shouldn't be surprised.
>You finish off your third drink and take the dishes and place them in the sink.
>Fluttershy finishes off her drink and you take her glass as well.

>She hops of her chair, only to fall sideways into it.
>She stares off into space, leaning on the chair for support.
>You can't help but laugh.
>Fluttershy is a lightweight drinker, and her second and third glasses are starting to hit her.
>You can wash the dishes tomorrow.
>Right now, you need to get this pony to bed before she crashes.

>You are smiling like an idiot when you walk over to her and crouch down eye-level.
>You nudge her shoulder, careful not to make her lose he balance.
"Hey Fluttershy."
>"...What?"
"Ya'll right?"
>She nods her head with a 'Mhmm'.
"Come on. Lets get you upstairs."
>You walk next to her, supporting her so she doesn't fall over.

>She falls over anyways, but right into your arms.
>She starts laughing at her own silliness.
>It's physically impossible to hide your smile.
>You try to avoid her seeing you by looking down and away.
>But your laugh gives you away anyways.
>You eventually decide to just carry her the rest of the way to bed.
--
>You pick her up and cradle her like a baby.
>She giggles and curls herself in your arms, burying her face into your chest.
"D'aww..."
>You kiss her on the forehead and walk up the stairs.

>She's pretty drunk, but you're not even buzzed.
>Hard cider is way to weak for someone of your size to be affected with only a few glasses.
>Your size difference compared to her only broadens the amount of alcohol you each need to get drunk.
>If you ever decide you want to get drunk, you will need to find some really strong alcohol.

>You lay her down in the bed and pull the comforter over her.
>As you begin to strip to get ready for bed, Fluttershy calls out to you.
>"Anon?"
>You walk over and kneel next to the bed.
"Yes?"
>She smiles at you.
>"Looking good, baby."

>You are shirt and shoeless, but you still have your jeans on.
>You cross your arms and smile at her.
>You give her another kiss.
>Where did this Fluttershy come from?
>Is this the booze talking?
>Apparently, booze makes Fluttershy frisky.
--
>You take off your jeans, only to get a whistle from Fluttershy.
>You throw your clothes in a corner and put your shoes under the bed.
>Now in your boxers, you walk around to your side of the bed and crawl beneath the covers with Fluttershy.
>You hold each other close for a long time, sharing in deep, passionate kisses the whole time.
>You hand slides down to her flank and you begin to lightly rub her thighs.
>She circles her hoof on your chest as well.

>No words are exchanged.
>She uses her hind legs to softly kick your boxers off.
>Being so short and only using her hooves, she can only barely get them down a few inches.
>You help her out and pull them off yourself.
>You roll over her and begin kissing her again, supporting yourself with your arms to keep your full weight off her.

>After a few minutes, she pushes you off of her.
>She then takes her position on top of you and resume your kiss.
>Eventually, she moves down to your neck.
>Then your chest.
>And stomach.
>Until finally...

"Oh my god!"
>You jumped at the surprise sensation.
>You were really not expecting THAT.
>Fluttershy didn't seem like that kind of girl, but love can drive a pony to do crazy things.
"Do you want me to tell you when?"
>She quietly shook her head.

>You threw your arms behind your head, enjoying this sensation that was truly unlike any other.
>She was ameteur, but that made no difference.
>Someone had told her how to do this, but who cares.
>This feels amazing!
--
>You finally reached your breaking point.
>Your legs tensed and your toes curled up.
>You muffled your moans of pleasure, but it was still very audible.
>You could feel her throat muscles pulse around you.
>She swallowed it.
>That is fucking awesome.

>She slowly slid her lips off you.
>She licked her lips and smiled at you.
>"It tastes kind of like apples."
>You fucking lost it.
>Oh god your sides!

>You have heard that drinking lots of grape soda can make it taste like grape, but you only had a few glasses of cider.
>You finally began to speak between deep breaths.
"Oh God... That... that was hilarious..."
>You wipe some tears from your eyes.

>She crawled up to your head again.
>She tried to kiss you on the lips but you pulled your head back.
>No thank you.
>Instead you gave a her a big kiss on the cheek.

"So... why?"
>"I wanted to try something different. For you."
"For me?"
>"I just want to make you happy."
>This pony...
>This pony here is just...
>You can't even think of a word to describe her that doesn't seem insulting for being too less of a compliment.

>You run your hand down her leg to her thigh.
>You run it behind her and grab her flank.
>She gives a little giggle.
>You run you hand to the inside of her thigh.
>You follow the heat emanating from between her legs.
>But suddenly she puts her hoof down to stop you.
>"Not tonight, Anon. I want this to be about you."

>Well now you feel like a selfish lover...
>But that took a lot out of you.
>You were fighting just to keep your eyes from shutting completely.
>You were losing.
>Instead, you just hold her close.
>She's very warm.
"I love you, Fluttershy."
>"I love you too, Anon."