Under the Sky, Above the Earth and Over My Head III

>Night of the Lustrous Moon in Equestria

>Be Anon

>Today was rough

>You don't feel like showering or shaving before bed

>That can wait until morning

>Fluttershy is sleeping in your home... again...

>Her commitment to you is not entirely terrible and she actually hasn't tried any funny business

>Yet!

>You have set proper boundaries and make sure that Fluttershy sleeps on the couch

F: Hey, Anon, Applejack came over a few hours ago when you were out. She, um, left you a pie. I had a little piece

>The events of the last few days have been... odd at best

>Applejack is trying to woo you with copious amounts of apple-based treats

>Rainbow Dash really wants you to go out drinking again

>Fluttershy turned a new leaf and wants your happiness and safety

>In times of such peace, you can only dream of the war ahead

>You find the pie in the kitchen to see half remaining in the pan

>You tear a piece out and stuff it unceremoniously in your mouth

A: Mmm, I need to thank Applesauce for this delicious pie

>Fluttershy seems to blush as you suck your fingers clean

F: A-Anon... I noticed you've been out of the house a lot more lately...

A: I've been busy doing odd jobs

>You hold a small pouch of bits up and jingle it

>The sound makes your capitalist heart grow and you smile

F: You've been working for Applejack lately... right?

A: Well, you can say that... not too many ponies in town who can actually pay me for my ability to reach higher places

>Fluttershy looks lost in thought

F: Anon, is Applejack really getting you all to herself?

A: Well, she -is- a lot of fun and she does have a certain charm to her. If you mean if we're going at it, no... not at all

>Fluttershy blushes as the implied activity

>You assure her that all you've done is stroke Applejack's mane non-sexually

F: I-it might be asking too much... but... do you think... y-you could brush my mane? Non-sexually, of course!

>Of course

A: OK... but no moaning this time. If you soak my couch again, you'll be sleeping at your own house

>Fluttershy looks excited and hands you a pink brush that looks not unlike her mane

>She lays on her belly and her wings tuck in close to her shoulders

>You brush her mane for three dozen strokes in one direction, then in another

>She whimpers slightly as you come down to her shoulder blades

F: Oh, Anon, you're so good at this

A: Well, brushing a mane is kind of straight forward

>You run your hand through her hair a bit to feel its softness

>Your thumb gets stuck on a small knock

A: Oops, hold on a moment. Snagged

>You attempt to slide out, but the mane is holding tight

>You try a small pull and your finger comes free

>You see Fluttershy's back leg shake and her wings spread slightly

F: Oh~

>She quickly covers her mouth

A: That was an accident! I didn't mean to! Sorry!

>Fluttershy is panting softly

F: I-it's alright... don't... stop brushing

>You continue, slightly uncertain of Fluttershy's growing blush

>Her wing gets in the way of her flowing mane

>You brush the loose ends upward and take hold of the major wing bone

F: A-Anon... d-don't... stop...

>You let go of Fluttershy's wing

A: Oh, sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean that!

>Fluttershy looks up at you with crimson cheeks

>She bites her bottom lip and her small frame shakes

>You know this is all your fault

>You are a terrible friend, unless...

>Taking her wing back in your hand, you run your fingers up her quills

>The mare's yellow down is softer than any pillow you've touch before

>You trace and tease her tiny wing, slowly working your way up to her body

>Your finger gently runs across her shoulders and you carefully massage her shoulders

F: A-Anon... I... Oh...

>Fluttershy's pelvis is desperately grinding into a decretive throw pillow

>Your hands work down her long body and you scratch her flank

F: Oh~, I knew it... Human hands, ah~... so good...

>You are kind of enjoying this after all

>It's not like you're doing more than massaging her anyhow, but her little cooing and soft moans are delightful to hear

>You run a finger in a circle around her cutie mark

A: Ohh~, do that again...

>You smile and go around a few times

>Fluttershy has a look of such bliss on her face

>You grin as a wicked thought crosses your mind

>You lift your right hand and bring down your palm with a satisfying whapping noise

F: Ah~! Anon!

>Fluttershy's wings perk up and her body convulses into the pillow

>At once, you smell honey-suckles

>Fluttershy lets out a gasp as she buries her face in a cushion

>You rub her flank roughly once

>Her marehood rocks into the couch with each expert squeeze

>Something about overpowering Fluttershy in this way was exciting

>You can't believe how hard you are right now!

>Fluttershy lays still and catches her breath

F: A-Anon... y-you... bea~st

>Her eyes are blurred and she has drool hanging from her pursed muzzle

>A man could lose himself in this much control

>You decide you must hide you power level, lest you corrupt yourself

A: I am... uh, happy? Yes, happy to have helped you... I am going to bed now... you can sleep on the couch

>Fluttershy mumbles incoherently into the couch and lays in place

>You see her small thighs lightly working that throw pillow

>It will have to be disposed of in the morning

>You head to bed and bolt your door

>Flopping onto your back, you can't ignore this throbbing erection

>You contemplate having a good session with yourself until your mind turns to mares

>Three ripe, young fillies... all battling for your attention

>One is not but 20 feet from you right this moment and, from the sound of squeaking, she is not falling asleep soon

>You calm the thoughts of juicy filly flanks and get comfortable

>You idly stroke your member, basking in the length and feeling each vein as your fingers pass over it

>The stench of Fluttershy is intoxicating now

>How did you not notice it before tonight?

>Everything seems so... colourful tonight

>You hop to your feet, member in hand, and waddle to the window

>The moon seems strangely dark tonight

>While you puzzle, you hear your bed creek

>You spin around to see Fluttershy laying her body across a pillow

F: Anon... I just couldn't sleep. What do you got there?

>She peers at your hand casually sliding on your hot rod

>You turn quickly to try and hide

A: H-how'd you get in here?!

>You see the door is open, you swear you bolted the door!

F: Oh, come now. You enjoyed it... didn't you? The way you were feeling up my flank?

>Your heart is pounding now

F: The real magic happens a little further to the left

>Fluttershy spreads her legs and exposes her plump sex

>Those velvety black folds catch your eye and your manhood throbs with a growing need

F: Don't make me beg for it... I've done that for so long. Won't you just make me an honest mare?

>You take a deep breath, but your hand won't be moved from its task

A: F-F-Flutter...

F: Shh... only friendship now

>Fluttershy flexes her thighs like a scissor once

>This kills the morality

>Before any rational part of your mind can even begin to interrupt, you are upon that yellow minx

F: Oh~, look at that spirit

>You don't say a word, now is the time for shameful rutting

>You lift her hindlegs easily into the air and taste her juicy body

>Her warmth spreads through your lips and engulfs you

F: Oh~! Yes!

>Your sharp teeth tease her softest parts and your tongue shows her why they never leave you

>You break away from her tantalizing snatch and flip her onto her belly

>Fluttershy looks dazed for just a moment

>The sudden pressure of your throbbing body against her quivering loins brings a smile to her face

F: Make me your pony. Ride me like you've dreamed about

>Fluttershy is really verbal when she's horny

>With restraint all but a memory, you sink into her silken depths

>The pounding in your chest is matching the pounding Fluttershy's flank is taking

>The yellow mare moans and rocks with you

F: Oh, oh, yes! It's everything we've dreamed of!

>Your mind snaps to it at once

A: Wh-what do you mean, "we"?

>Fluttershy looks at you fearfully

F: I mean, us, together? I was dreaming of it...

>She's too coherent suddenly, even though you're rocking her flank like you rock the house

F: Don't worry, Anon, I love you. Just come in me...

>You're hips slow down as your mind rages

A: FlutterStutter would never talk that lewdly

>You stop completely

>This analogue Fluttershy looks increasingly worried as you speak

A: Something is wrong... I know I locked that door... you don't even smell like honey-suckles... you smell like... blueberries?

>You pull out with a slicking sound and your maleness lays limp

A: Who are you and what did you do with Fluttershy!?

>Fakershy flies up a bit and seems to grow in size

>She lets go a deep laugh and her voice changes

>Before you sits the Princess of the Night, Luna

A: The hell?

L: Here we are just taking advantage of a wet dream and you go and overanalyze it! The immersion is ruined and -we- didn't even feel the sweet release we craved!

A: Wait... this is just a dream?

L: Now that you know... we can't let you leave here unscathed

>Luna approaches you menacingly and licks her lips

A: No! Noooo!

>Fade to black

>You awake to a golden sunrise and the sound of birds singing

>You had the most terrible nightmare that Luna had infiltrated your dream and used you for hours

>You even remember her rough blowjob and how she bit your shoulder when she came

>Death would be awaiting you had she drained that much body fluid in one evening

>You roll out of bed and into the kitchen area

F: Oh, good morning, Anon... how did you sleep?

A: Awful, I'm aching everywhere

>You pass Fluttershy on your way to get some apple juice

F: Oh my! Anon, who did that to you?

A: Did what to who now?

>Fluttershy holds a mirror to your back so you can see

>You have a row of neat points near your neck and two large, hoof-shaped bruises on either shoulder

A: Flutters... I think they just stepped up the game...

>You look physically shaken

 

>Unbeknownst to Anon, in a castle high in the mountains of Canterlot...

>Be Celestia

C: Luna, full report of last nights reconnaissance

>Luna salutes you, the Princess of the Sun, before beginning

L: Subject was found and his dreams were invaded. We have discovered that subject is -not- staging a coup with any of our known enemies nor does the subject seem to have any information on new enemies yet seen

C: Excellent. Good work, my sister! However, I am... confused about this part in the report... what does it mean by, "Seven by him, three simultaneously and one premature?"

>Luna smiles with practiced grace

L: Subjects attempts to resist interrogation and/or subjects attempt attacks on my being

>You look upon your sister with high esteem

C: We are fortunate to see you back without noticeable damage

L: My sister, we are trained in many forms of combat for just such a purpose

C: Do you believe the subject, this... Anonymous... must be evaluate further?

>Luna grins from ear to ear

L: My sister... we have never seen such a labyrinthine mind as his. We feel that we shall be visiting Anonymous very soon to uncover what secrets he might still be harboring

C: Sister, you do our kingdom a great service

>You dismiss Luna

>If only there was more you could do to honour her proud name

>You are pleased with how she maintains her post

>May Father Time be gentle and may Mother Galaxy always hold your form in the sky

>You finish reading the written report and come upon one last annotation you do not understand

>It reads simply as

>Fucking Fluttershy