In Loco Parentis (Part 5)

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>You look towards Twilight, she was giving you those bedroom eyes with a fiery passion you didn’t think possible.
>You fell to the floor, but her magic grabbed you by the ankle and dragged you closer to her.
>This was unbelievable, Twilight, one of your most trusted friends was about to have her way with you.
>The instinct to lash out was there, but you didn’t want to hurt her. She was only doing what her body was telling her.
>Laying flat on your back, Twilight stands over your and lies on top of you. She nuzzles her face into your chest and face, “Anon... I’m so sorry.”
Twilight, don’t do this...
>”But it’s driving me crazy.” She moans softly in your ear. She begins to nibble on your earlobe and softly kisses the side of your neck.
>You gently place your left arm against her to push her off, but her magic forcibly grabs hold and pulls it away.
>She began to slowly grind herself against your leg, trying to find some sort of relief for her urges.
Twilight, you-
>You were cut off by her planting a kiss onto your lips. Her tongue began to push into yours. Sealing your mouth shut against her advances was met with magic as her horn began to glow brighter.
>Feeling your mouth being pried open, Twilight was free to molest your mouth with her tongue.
>To you this wasn’t erotic or pleasurable. This animal was trying to have her way with you.
>Looking around, you notice on the coffee table a glass of water.
>Reaching over, you snatch the cup and splash Twilight with the contents.
SNAP OUT OF IT!
>She reels back and off of you.
>Shaking her face and mane dry, she looks like she was finally broken out of her crazy lust.
>You both sit there staring at each other. There was a wet stain on your pant leg from her juices soaking into the fibre.
>This whole situation was very uncomfortable.
I’ll uh... see you in a week.
>With that you got up to your feet and headed to the door. “Anon.” She calls gently to you.
>You turn around; Twilight was giving you this desperate look. A look of utter shame and helplessness consumed her expression.
I’m sorry Twilight, but I can’t help you.
>Not saying another word, you left her house leaving her to her own devices.
>You quickly made your way through P0nyville. If Twilight was tempted to do it with you, then any of these ponies would be likely to try the same thing.
>You shielded any eye contact as you went home, but once you were in the clear you felt more relieved.
>Even if it hadn’t set in, you were still experiencing some kind of shock from what happened. As you unlock the door to the house, you walked in, almost forgetting that Scootaloo was there to greet you.
>You could still feel that wet spot on your pants pressing against your leg.
>”Is something wrong?” you finally heard Scootaloo talking to you, “Look like you saw your best friend die.”
No I’m just.... tired.
>Taking off your shoes and jacket, you headed up the stairs. You stop to look back down at her.
Scoots, if anyone comes to the door asking for me, tell them I’m not here. I’m taking a nap.
>”Oh... OK.” She says. She’s never seen you like this before.
>Once you got in your room, you made sure the window was locked and you took off your pants and threw them in the laundry bin.
>Putting on some old ones, you laid down on your bed and tried to process what happen.
>Butterflies started to fly around in your stomach.
>You were glad that Twilight was able to snap out of it, but for her to even think of doing that in the first place...
>That sensation of magic that grabbed you. It was hard to tell if it was cold and methodical or warm and lustful.
>You were probably over thinking it, it was just Twilight reacting to the estrus and her body needing to reproduce.
>But she seemed more interested in getting rid of that sensation by any means.
>The thought of that happening made you wretch even harder.
>Turning to your side, you drag a corner of the blanket over yourself and curl up into a ball.
>In the back of your mind, you prayed that no pony would show up.
>Before you realized it, you’ve drifted off into a sleep and awoke 2 hours later to the sound of Scootaloo knocking at your door.
>You turn yourself to face the door, but your eyes refused to open.
Come on in.
>Scootaloo pushed the door open and there she stood in the doorway, “Are you feeling OK? Is there anything I can do to help?”
>You take in a deep breath, trying to rejuvenate your body once more. With a stretch you felt a bit better.
Yeah, I’m OK. Did anyone come to the door while I was asleep?
>She shakes her head, “No, but a letter from Twilight came.”
>That was quick.
>Realizing the time, it was supper time right about now.
Huh, I didn’t realize what time it was. Scoots, you could’ve waked me up if you were getting hungry.
>”I just wanted to make sure you were OK.”
>You stretch one more time with a grunt and with a heave you bring yourself to your feet
How about I cook us up some grub?
>”Can I help?” she asks with great enthusiasm.
Yeah, what do you think we should have?
>As you and Scoot discuss what to have for dinner, you both agree to some homemade stew and biscuits. You kinda wished for some beef to make beef stew.
>First you had Scootaloo prepare the vegetables while you read the letter from Twilight.
>It was an apology letter.
>She expressed a great deal of regret, saying how she was selfish for thinking of you as something to make her feel better. She wished for you to come by her place later so you could talk about it and that she may apologize in person.
>Not happening.
>It’s not you didn’t accept her apology, but you weren’t taking any chances.
>You told Twilight on many occasions how uncomfortable you were with getting intimate with a pony. Her kissing you didn’t help much.
>You were going to stay home for a week and send Scoot out on errand runs. It might be a good chance for her to gain some independence and responsibility.
>While Scootaloo kept getting the food ready, you got out a quill and paper and wrote your own letter to her. You occasionally had to stop in order to make sure she was following the steps.
>You explained to Twilight that while you accept her apology, you felt it was better to wait until the end of the week and talk to her afterwards.
>Folding the letter and placing it in the envelope, you set it to the side and helped Scoot make supper.
>Scootaloo was becoming better at cooking, and you complimented her for the good work. She smiles warmly; Scootaloo loves it when you’re happy with her.
>As you ate supper Scootaloo asks, “What’s the letter for? Is it for Miss. Cheerilee”?
No, it’s for Twilight. I’ll be staying home for the next few days, and I would love it if you could deliver it for me tomorrow.
>”Sure, no problem!”
>The two of you both ate supper quietly, but Scootaloo usually interrupts with retelling you how her day went, and sometimes how she thought she got her cutie mark.
>Curiousity got the better of her, “Why are you staying home? You’re not going to go to AJ’s farm or help out at school?”
I’m not feeling great; I think I might be catching a cold.
>You sniffle a little to seem more convincing. It’s not you enjoyed lying to her, but she was a bit too young to know why.
>”I could stay home and help you get better! Maybe then I’ll earn my cutie mark.” She hops in her seat excitedly.
>You chuckle with a warm glow, but then you lay down the line.
Sorry Scoots, but you got school tomorrow. Education comes first.
>She pouts playfully, but she knew you were right.
>The next day you gave Scootaloo the letter and told her to give it to Twilight before she went to school.
>As you watched her buzz away on her scooter, you hoped that Twilight would understand you not coming to see her.
>Heading back indoors, you locked all the doors and closed all the windows. You didn’t want to risk any of the ponies knowing you were at home.
>As so began the waiting game.
>The day went on rather slowly. Not much to do but read and fix stuff around the house.
>Later in the afternoon, just before Scootaloo would be out of school there’s a knock at the door.
>It couldn’t be Scoot, so you ignored it.
>Whoever was there knocked again and you could hear a voice. It was Twilight.
>”Anon?” she knocks again.
>”Please don’t hate me. I’m so sorry for what happened.”
>You didn’t answer the door. You could only sit there in the dark as a heat driven mare stood outside your front door.
>It was hard to do it, but you didn’t want to risk it.
>You could hear Twilight sobbing, “I just... I couldn’t help myself...”
>In your mind you were praying that she would give up and leave.
>It goes silent for a minute. You were too paranoid to move, for even the slightest sound might alert her.
>The door knob starts to rattle violently, almost making you yell in surprise.
>”Anon! Please don’t do this to me!” The doorknob almost started to buzz like a rattler snake. Sounded as if it was about to fall off.
>”Don’t be scared...”
>She sounded more desperate than angry.
>As you sat there staring at the doorknob, it slowly came to a stop.
>You were afraid to breathe thinking she would hear you do that.
>Sure enough, you heard hoof steps walking off the front steps. You sigh in relief.
>Getting off the couch, you walk to the curtain, lifted a corner and peeked out. Twilight was walking away, head hanging low.
>You could only hope she’ll understand after her estrus is done. Her magic was scary strong.
>It surprised you she didn’t even try knocking the door down.
>It was long until Scootaloo showed up after school.
>”Hey dad, how are you feeling?” she asked.
Feeling fine. How was school today?
>”Good, but Miss. Cheerilee was acting weird today.”
>Oh gee, I wonder why.
Did you deliver the letter first thing this morning?
>She nods her head.
>For the next 4 days you stayed at home. You had to wait this out for at least another 3 to 4 days.
>Twilight came back once more, but again you ignored her. Other ponies came knocking at your door, but you didn’t answer.
>Today you were suppose to go in to school to help, but you didn’t want leave the safety of your house. So you told Scootaloo to tell the teacher that you were sick today.
>”Are you sure you’re ok? You haven’t left the house for quite a while.” She asked in a concerning manner.
>You didn’t want to lie, but a white lie never hurt anyone.
I have a sickness that only a human gets. It usually lasts for a week and it happens once a year. It builds our immune system.
>Scootaloo loved it when you told her interesting things about humans. She would share it with her friends and since there’s nothing written on humans you are pretty much the authority on the matter.
You gotta get going kid. School’s gonna start soon!
>Another school day and Scootaloo heads out the door.
>The day goes on like the ones before, but this time, no Twilight.
>You’ve read through so many books during your time off. The Daring Do book series was really engrossing.
>By the end of the school day you hear a knock at the door. As usual, you look through the peep hole on the front door to make sure it was Scootaloo.
>It was Scootaloo alright, but there was another problem.
>Miss Cheerilee was with her.
>Oh shit.
>Maybe Miss Cheerilee would be more level headed? She could be here about Scootaloo, and as long as she’s here then Cheerilee wouldn’t try anything.
>Unlocking the door, you open the door to greet Scootaloo with a smile as she leaps into your arms. You look to Cheerilee, she seemed more worried than anything.
Hello Cheerilee, how can I help you?
>”I just wanted to check up to see if you’re alright. Scootaloo told me and the class how sick you were.” She really seemed concerned.
>You glare at Scootaloo. She smiles nervously back at you. You knew she had to exaggerate your illness.
>Whispering to Scoot that there are snacks in the fridge, you put her down and she races off to the kitchen.
>Miss Cheerilee was still standing on the front step.
I’m sorry, did you want to come in?
>”I wouldn’t want to be a bother, but I heard Scootaloo talking about how sick you were. Said something about the pony pox?”
>Goddamn it Scootaloo.
She likes to embellish her stories. I’m sorry that you had to come all the way here to check up on me.
>”Oh it’s not a problem. It’s just that the little ones and I missed you.” This was actually somewhat touching.
Well, I’m just trying to rest right now and I’ll be back on my-
>You were caught off guard when Miss Cheerilee stands on her hind legs and places her front legs against your chest.
>”Let me see how you feel.” she looked you in the eyes.
W-what?
>”I want to check your temperature.” She said as her eyes looked caringly into yours.
>You stammer for a second and realize she wasn’t tall enough to reach your forehead.
>Without recalcitrance you lower your forehead, even though you’re not sure why. Well, she wasn’t doing anything wrong.
>Her hoof slides gently across your forehead.
>Why is your heart beating faster?
>”Hmmm, you are a bit warm Anon.” She quietly says.
>Cheerilee continues to rub her hoof across your forehead, but she begins to tug you closer to her.
>You didn’t resist, but she pulled you in closer and that’s when things got weird.
>She began to rub and nuzzle the side of her face against your forehead and hair.
>Her soft hair was velvety against your skin. And she actually smelled nice, not like a barnyard animal.
>She breathed deeply as she sniffed your hair and sighed with great relief.
Uh... Miss Cheerilee?
>It looked like she was lost in her daydreams but she snaps out of it. Realizing what she just did she reels back onto her hooves. “Oh! Anon, please forgive me. That was very unprofessional of me!”
>This was the worst she could’ve done to you.
No no, it’s quite alright!
>You didn’t want her to feel bad. Time for some awkward humour.
It’s nice to know someone is here to make sure I’m feeling alright. They ought to call you Doctor Cheerilee!
>Cheerilee smiles with a chuckle, “Anon, you’re too kind. But I am sorry though.”
Trust me, what you did was harmless.
>”I suppose you know what’s going on then?” she asks while looking at the ground and lightly scrapping her hoof on the ground.
Yeah... about that.
>Scootaloo rushes back to you, “Hey, can I go to AppleBloom’s house later?” her mouth was half full of snack food.
Don’t interrupt when two people are talking, Scootaloo. And don’t talk when your mouth is full. Oh for goodness sake...
>You notice the corners of her mouth had food stuck to them. Takingth corner of your housecoat that you wore, you gently grabbed her head.
>Kneeling down to her you give a quick wipe to her mouth.
>She closes her eyes and squirms a little, “Daaaad... “She pulls away after you finish cleaning her.
>She whispers to you, “Not in front of my teacher!”
>You look to Miss Cheerilee who at first wore the expression of surprise, but is warmed up into a gentle smile.
Sorry, that’s my parental instincts going off.
>Turning back to Scootaloo, you remember the question she asks you.
You got homework you need to finish?
>”Yes sir.”
Get on it and I’ll be there to give you a hand.
>She takes off to the kitchen to do her work; it’s where she usually does it.
>Cheerilee’s cheeks became rosy pink. If that was even possible considering the colour of her coat. She looked dizzy.
You OK? Now you look kind of warm.
>Placing the back of your hand against her forehead she looked like she was about to faint. She started moving her head against your head, trying to feel your hand against her face.
>Pulling your hand away slowly you stood there awkwardly.
>Maybe saying anything pertaining to being a parent wasn’t a good idea.
Well, I better go help Scootaloo and get some rest. I’ll see you next week! Thanks for checking up on me.
>Cheerilee raises a hoof to catch your attention but you didn’t see it as you close the door.
>Close call.
> Poor Cheerilee. You felt bad for any of these mares that couldn’t get any relief, but you are not the solution.
>Only 3 more days to go.
>As the end of the estrus period, you were relieved that you could go outside without fear of being attacked by horny mares.
>Even though you haven’t heard a peep from Fluttershy for a while, you still had to be cautious that she could come back to harassing you.
>Scootaloo wanted to spend the day with AppleBloom and Sweetie Belle at their clubhouse, probably to go about their Cutie Mark Crusading business.
>You made it clear to Scootaloo to stay out of trouble when she’s doing her cutie mark shenanigans.
>As you both approached AJ’s house, you could see that AppleJack was hanging around the front of the house and could see you walking up the road.
>Just as you both got closer, AppleBloom burst out of the front door and Scootaloo ran ahead to meet her.
>They chattered for a minute before Rarity showed up with Sweetie Belle. You smiled as you listened to them go on about how they’ll obtain their cutie marks.
>With that they rush off to their tree house.
Thanks for watching after the kids AJ.
>You noticed she was sweating, probably been bucking apples all day.
>”Not a problem, Anon. How are you feelin’? Little AppleBloom said you weren’t feeling too good last week.”
>Rarity interjected, “Are you alright dear? Sweetie Belle said Scootaloo was quite worried about you.”
I’m fine now, just something us humans have to go through.
>Just a white lie. Nothing more.
>”Since y’all are here. Ya wanna try some freshly made apple juice?”
>”That sounds simply divine!” Rarity smiles.
Thanks AJ.
>All of you head inside as AJ gives you and Rarity a bottle of apple juice. The sweet cool liquid was even better than the stuff back home.
>Rarity seemed to enjoy it a lot, “AppleJack, you are quite the generous friend.”
>”Shucks, it ain’t nothing.”
AJ, are you OK? You seem to be sweating a lot.
>”Aw this? Naw, I’m just dwindling in the warm afterglow of being a mare.” She smirks.
>”AppleJack, don’t say such things around Anon!” Rarity whines at her. She turns to you, “I’m sorry Anon it’s just that AppleJack sometimes forgets that some don’t want to hear personal matters.”
That’s OK Rarity...
>AppleJack didn’t take to kindly to being told what she couldn’t say in her own home, “Well I’m sorry, but I’m still dwindling in the after burn of heat.”
>Oh shit.
>You felt your gut and stomach instantly tighten into a ball.
>”Well, so am I AppleJack. But a lady never gives in to such primal instinct.” Rarity boasts to AJ.
>”Well that’s too bad Rarity, because I could go for a good rut before it’s all over.”
>You could literally feel your pupils dilate as your heart began to pound in your chest.
>Rarity turns to you, “You’ll have to excuse AppleJack, she can be somewhat straight forward and a little too honest with her feelings.” She frowns at her.
>”Rarity, if I got an itch I scratch it.” AJ plainly replies.
>”AppleJack, not in front of the guest! Anon doesn’t know anything about that. And quite frankly, he doesn’t need to.” They both turn to you. You try to ease yourself over two mares that were still dwindling in heat.
>Rarity could see how nervous you were, “Now look what you did AppleJack. You’ve made Anon all uncomfortable with your brutish talk of heat.”
>AJ scoffs, “Anon is an alright fella. I’m sure he’s quite a handful in the sack back home.”
>Oh God AJ, why?
I have to go see Twilight.
>”But you just got here, darling.” Rarity pouted. “See what happen when you go blabbing your mouth off. You scared Anon!”
>AppleJack just smirks at Rarity, “I see what yer trying to do. Trying to make me look like a monster so you could have Anon to yerself. Well it ain’t gonna work.”
>Oh Christ...
>Rarity gasps, “I... I wouldn’t. But I wouldn’t let an uncouth pony like you expect to show Anon how it’s done properly.”
>AJ frowned at Rarity, “I’m sure as apple pie that Anon is comfortable to doing us both a favour. But I get first dibs.”
>”Why you! You have some nerve deciding for him. I say we should let Anon choose who he would like to help first.”
>”Fine by me, Rarity. Alright Anon who do-“
>When they turn to look at you, all they see is an empty chair and the front screen door swinging back and forth as it slowly comes to a stop.
>You couldn’t believe how quickly you made it to Ponyville. Your throat was dried up, you felt like you could vomit from the mix of running so hard and almost being pulled into that fiasco.
>Catching your breath you finally knocked at the door. But you started to feel nervous for another reason.
>You really hope Twilight didn’t take it so hard that you ignored her over the past few days.
>Spike answers the door, “Oh, hey Anon.”
Hey Spike, is Twilight home?
>”Yeah, but she’s in rough shape.” He said with a regretful look.
Oh, is she sick? Can you ask her if she wants to see me?
>Spike walks away but not before offering you to come inside. As you stood in the entrance way, Spike comes back and gives you the OK.
>She was in her bedroom.
>As you entered the bedroom you looked up the flight of stairs to see a lump laying on the bed.
>”Close the door please...” a groggy voice spoke out.
>Complying with her wish, you close the door behind you. You weren’t sure if approaching her was the best course of action.
Hey Twilight, how are you feeling?
>Through the shifting sounds of her turning over, she asked you to come up to her bedside.
>As you climbed up those stairs you had a bad feeling in your gut.
>Twilight wasn’t even under her covers; she just laid on her side. Her lavender eyes half open as she stared out her bedroom window.
>They were pinkish-red, probably from crying or lack of sleep.
>She almost looked like a part of her soul died.
>You both didn’t say anything, but you figure Twilight felt bad enough for what happened.
>You sat down on the edge of her bed; she continued to stare out the window blinking occasionally.
>Slowly you placed your hand on the side of her head, gently stroking her.
>”Anon...” She spoke. “Do you know... what it’s like to suffer two different things at the same time?”
>Nothing came to mind, aside from the time you were hurting like hell when you saved Scootaloo from the river.
Twilight, it’s OK.
>She sniffled as tears formed on her eyes. She still didn’t look at you. “Another estrus gone by and I didn’t satisfy my body Anon... It drives me crazy to the point where it hurts.” Her words trembled on her lips.
>”But that didn’t compare to the pain of what I almost did to you.” The tears began to flow down the side of her face and into the pillow.
>”I got your letter, but even after I could barely control myself you still forgave me...”
Twilight, you’re being too hard on yourself.
>”But the hardest part was knowing how you felt.” She sniffed through her tears.
>”When I came to see you the first time after receiving the letter, I knew you were home. I can’t be angry at you for wanting to not see me.”
>Creep factor went up by 5 on the scale. It was scary to hear her say she knew you were home yet there was no indication on you being there.
How did you know?
>She took in a deep breath as she tried to control herself from losing it, “I can sense your emotions Anon. You were scared. I even contemplated forcing my way in, but the fear in your heart made me stop.”
I forgive you Twilight, but you have to understand that I’m a human and you’re a pony. You’ve been a great friend to me, but there are things I can’t do for you.
>”But I should know better Anon. Especially when you told me how you felt about Fluttershy forcing her love on you.” Her voice cracked.
>Time for some therapy.
Come here Twilight...
>You eased your hands and arms around her and pulled her body towards yours. She placed her head on your shoulder.
>She begins to cry as you embraced her. This was going to be a problem if you’re going to be living here.
>You ran your hand through her mane and rubbed her back. She held you as well and you begin to gently rock back and forth.
Twilight we do things we regret. I don’t want you beating yourself up over this incident and no one has to know. Accept my apology and we can move past this. Deal?
>You finally get a glimpse of her face as she looked to you. If you can’t satisfy her bodily needs, then maybe the best you could do was comfort her emotionally.
>You lay her back down on the bed and rub her back still.
>”It still hurts Anon...” she mutters groggily.
Does the pain go away after a while?
>She looks down to her crotch area, and as hesitant as you were you couldn’t help but glance as she spreads her legs and you realize what she meant.
>The skin around her marehood was rubbed raw and looked like it was ready to bleed. You could only mutter to yourself.
Jesus Christ, Twilight...
>She instantly squeezes her legs together, “It hurts so much... No matter what I did nothing would make it go away.”
>This was an uncomfortable situation.
Do you need to see a doctor Twilight? I can take you to one.
>Her eyes widen and she grabbed you by the wrist, “Please no, this is too embarrassing...”
Well Twilight, you need to get this treated.
>She just looked at you with those desperate eyes. It reminded you of Scootaloo and how desperate she was.
>You sigh in frustration as you get up looking around.
Do you have any ointments or cream to help this?
>With a sniffle she replies, “There should be some medicine in the bathroom.”
>Heading to the lower level of the room you head out and asked Spike to help you gather the medicine.
>Spike asked what was wrong, and you assured him nothing bad happened.
>You brought the tube of ointment back to Twilight and laid it next to her.
There you go, this should help.
>”Anon, I’m afraid to do it myself. My hooves are too big. Could you...?”
Really Twilight?
>She looked hurt again. This was no time to be fussy, but you really wish Twilight would grow up.
Fine... Just, lay on your back.
>She slowly turns herself to her back and slowly spreads her legs. As you looked around her slit, you decided it wa best to wash it.
I’ll be right back.
>You went to get a basin of warm water and a couple of small towels.
OK Twilight, I’m going to gently wash you. Let’s get this towel under you first so we don’t mess up the bed.
>Gently you helped to lift her back side up while you tucked the towel under her. She would wince in pain occasionally from the shifting.
>Once the towel was placed under her, she instinctively squeezed her legs together. The exposure of rubbed skin to air was probably painful after a while.
Twilight, you got to stop that. Just try to relax.
>You took the other towel and dabbed it in the warm water. You gently pressed the cloth against her nether region as she sighed with some relief.
>Rinsing the cloth, you repeated this several times. Twilight’s hind legs twitched slightly every time you cleaned her.
>Using the dry cloth you lightly patted her down a bit. It was time to apply the ointment to her crotch.
>This was hopefully the first and last time you would be this close to a pony’s private area.
>You squeeze the tube and a glob of white cream plops onto your finger. Twilight eyes both your and the medication with anticipation.
>Was she biting her lower lip?
This might be cold, but it’ll feel better.
>You slowly brought your finger close to the affected area. You decided it was better to start on the outer part. As the cool cream made contact with her skin she gasps.
>You gently smear the medication over the skin and kept squeezing out more as needed.
>As you continued to rub more medicine closer to her slit, her gasps become shorter and quieter. She wore this expression of shock and lust as she looked up to the ceiling.
>Christ Almighty this was going too far, but you had to finish.
>The skin right around her clit needed medication.
Um, this might feel weird Twilight. Just bare with me.
>Positioning yourself to be in closer proximity to have better control, you start to lightly rub close around her clit.
>Twilight’s breathing became sharper as you rubbed the closer to her clitoris.
>Christ, she WAS getting turned on by this.
>Her marehood began to convulse. It started to wink.
>Yep, it’s time to bail.
>You figured there was enough medicine and you pull away from her. Her breathing slows down and she looks at you, “Why did you stop?”
I’ve applied the medicine to the affected area. Just keep your legs apart and don’t touch it. Put more cream on when you need to.
>”Anon, can you please put more on?” she asked in an innocent voice.
>You weren’t stupid, but Twilight still had this look that she was in some sort of pain.
Twilight, you need to save what ointment you have.
>”Just a little bit more...?” her face became tinted pink as she blushed.
>You mentally slap your hand on your forehead. This was escalating pretty quickly.
>With a sigh you put a little more cream on your fingertip and apply it gently close around her clitoris.
>She sighs with relief and closes her eyes. Her legs start to shift at the delight of having your fingers caressing her marehood.
>She begins to convulse again as you rubbed little circles on her clit. Her breaths become short as she moans softly.
>Her slit moistens as you continued to rub her down. She mumbles under her moaning something.
Pardon me?
>”Please... put it in me...” she moans.
>Oh come on!
>You felt bad enough you were pleasuring this pony, now she wants you to finger her.
Twilight, this is bad enough as it is.
>”Please Anon. Just this once...” she pleads to you.
>Jimmies are now officially rustled.
>You braced yourself as you slowly inserted one finger between her slit. She gasps as her warm vaginal juices enveloped your finger. It was almost sucking you in.
>You insert another finger and begin to slowly push further inside her. Her body tensed up and her vaginal walls contracted and tightened around your fingers.
>Rather impressive muscle control you had to admit.
>She was breathing harder through her short gasps and moans of ecstasy. “Please... keep rubbing...”
>OK, now she wants you to rub her clit while finger fucking her. Now she’s just being bossy.
>You used your thumb to help run her clit while your fingers continued to massage the inside of her warm velvety marehood.
>It wasn’t long until she whinnied as she bucked her hips up into the air. A small flood of vaginal juices squirt out of her all over your hand.
>She kept her eyes shut tight as she let the sensation melt through her body. Twilight finally relaxed and flopped back onto her bad.
>You looked at your hand as it was glistening from her juices. This was disgusting.
>Twilight looked up at you lovingly, “Thank you.” She smiles as she closes her eyes and dozes off. Twilight finally got some sort of release.
>You quietly left the room and washed your hand thoroughly before you left Twilight’s house.
>You are now Fluttershy.
>It’s been more than a week since Anon told you something that devastated your poor heart.
>How could Anon do that to you? You only wanted what was best for him.
>The other mares in this town wouldn’t know how to please Anon. Only you took the time and effort to try and figure out what Anon likes.
>As you lay in a heap on your bed, you’ve been crying your eyes out at the thought of Anon being with somep0ny else.
>It didn’t help that you were in heat. No matter what you tried, nothing could satisfy that itch. In your mind, only Anon was perfect for you.
>A few stallions came around, but they were not Anon.
>Anon may feel it’s alright to go and be with someone else, but you were to remain faithful to him no matter what.
>No one but him could have you.
>Were you ugly?
>Maybe that was why.
>You got up from bed and stood in front of the mirror and looked at yourself. You were a mess.
>Mane was all crazy, your eyes red from crying out your heart and soul for Anon. Why couldn’t he see the love in your heart you had for him?
Why does he hate me? Why would he go with another mare when I’m throwing myself at him?
>You could only sob quietly to yourself in the dark as you ponder.
>”What makes you think he found a mare?”
>You look up as your eyes dart around the room. Someone was in here too?
W-who said that?
>You couldn’t help but shake at the thought of some intruder in your house.
>”Right in front of you...”
>The voice was familiar. It was... your voice. You turn to look into the mirror.
But... that’s not possible. Is it?
>You stared at your own reflection for a moment. You stared back at yourself.
>With a smirk your reflection took a life on its own, “Looks like you finally found me.”
>You jump back in shock, and your reflection seemingly followed you in suit. Quickly you jump behind your bed shivering fear.
>”Come on out Fluttershy, I just want to talk.” She, I mean you said.
>Peeking out from behind the bed you looked back to see yourself peeking from behind the same bed.
A-are you me?
>Without moving your own mouth, the reflection talked back, “But of course I am. But let’s just say I’m your better half that will get you what you want.”
>You paused for a moment and you slowly walk back towards the mirror.
Get anything I want?
>”Yes, you’re too naive to believe Anon’s lie.” She said spitefully. This Fluttershy wasn’t so nice sounding.
Anon wouldn’t lie to me! Would he...?
>The reflection slaps herself on the forhead, “Well, it’s obvious he wasn’t talking about a mare. He said somep0ny. Now think Fluttershy, who could he possibly be referring to?”
>You though for a moment. Maybe it was one of your best friends.
Twilight?
>”No...”
Rarity?
>”No.”
Um... AppleJack?
>You smile apologetically at yourself.
>”No!” she screamed at you.
Then who? Please tell me!
>”The one in Anons care! As long as that little foal is here, she’s the only thing standing between you and us making Anon happy.”
>That seem to make sense, but there wasn’t much you could do was there?
But what can I do? Scootaloo is only a foal. I wouldn’t hurt the poor thing!
>”Fluttershy, there are ways to make ponies go away. No one said anything about hurting anyp0ny.”
>This Fluttershy seemed to be really smart. Maybe she did have a good idea on how to make Anon love you.
What do I need to do?
>”The opportunity will present itself when it arrives. Just know that when Scootaloo is out of the picture, Anon will be so heartbroken that you will be there to mend it.” She smirks back at you.
Well, as long as no pony gets hurt...
>”I’m surprised at you, Fluttershy. I wouldn’t make you do such a thing. Just think of me as being your more thoughtful side. I will do the planning and you have to follow them. So we have an agreement?”
>You thought for a moment, but as long no pony got hurt than maybe it was OK. All you wanted was for Anon to be happy with you.
I’ll do it!
>”Good. But first go and clean yourself up. We need to look our best for Anon. Trust is the key and if we stop the childish antics, then Anon will lower his guard.”
We’re going to go visit him so soon?
>”Just to say hello and wish him a happy future with his so called ‘special somep0ny’. We don’t want him to know that we know.”
Um... know what again?
>The reflection facehooves herself in frustration.
>You are now Anon.
>After you left Twilights house you went around Ponyville shopping for some items before you decided to head home.
>Scootaloo was still with her friends at AJ’s farm and you still wanted to wait a few hours before picking her up. You figure that should be enough time for AJ and Rarity to cool their jets.
>It was bad enough Twilight guilt tripped you into pleasuring her, but you had to let it go for now.
>After some shopping, you headed back home carrying paper grocery bags full of food and other stuff.
>On your way past Rarity’s shop, a familiar white unicorn pops her head out of the door. “Anon, there you are! Could I please have a quick word with you?”
I kind of don’t have time right now Rarity.
>”Anon, I apologize for what happened earlier. But this will only take a minute of your time. I promise you I’m feeling much better.” She retreats back into her shop.
>Well, Rarity seemed to be more like herself. You went inside her shop and there you saw Rarity with several scissors trimming and grooming Fluttershy’s mane.
>Fluttershy glanced at you and smiled, “Oh, why hello there Anon.” She spoke gently.
Hey Fluttershy.
>Rarity was focused on Fluttershy’s mane, “I’m sorry dear, just give me a second...” with a final trim she finishes Fluttershy’s mane. “Voila!”
>Rarity steps away from Fluttershy, “Now Anon, I talked to AppleJack and she has an apology waiting for you when you go pick up Scootaloo. But I feel that it’s my duty as a friend to make it up to you.”
It’s OK really...
>”Nonsense, my dear! A gentlecolt- I mean man such as you deserves nice formal wear. I would like to take your measurements.” Her horn lights up and out from a drawer flies out measuring tape.
>You put your bags of grocery on the floor and stood still for Rarity to take your measurement.
You really don’t have to do this for me.
>”I insist that you let me do this, it’s the least I can do.”
>As you stood there, Fluttershy takes off the cape and gets off the chair she was sitting in. “How are you feeling Anon?”
Fine. I’m just running around doing errands and picking up Scootaloo later. You?
>She bats her eyelids and plays with her mane. “I feel wonderful. And I felt so good that I wanted to treat myself to looking my very best.”
>Here she goes again.
For me I suppose?
>He eyes widen, “Oh no. You said you have a very special somep0ny. I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how I reacted.” Her ears flatten against her head.
>That’s right; she did knock you down and ran away in an emotional fit when you lied to her.
>Rarity perked up at hearing this, “A special somep0ny?! Well who is it Anon? Please tell us!” you could see a sparkle in her eyes as she smiled at you waiting for the answer.
Oh, it’s uh...
>Fluttershy interrupted, “It’s OK Rarity, Anon is just shy about his special somep0ny. He’ll tell us about it when he’s ready. Won’t you Anon?” she looks up to you with those innocent eyes.
Yeah... and Fluttershy I’m sorry for what happened. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.
>Fluttershy giggles, “Oh Anon, I’m over that now. We could still be friends... that is, if you don’t mind.”
I would like that very much-
>You noticed Rarity was taking a slightly longer time measuring the inseam of your pant leg and hovering close to your crotch. You looked down at her with a slight frown.
Rarity...
>She looks up to you with a nervous smile, “Oh, sorry dear. I’m not use to inseam measurements. Never quite made anything like it before.” She pulls away with a nervous laugh and starts to cut some material.
>”I’ll this made for you by the end of the week dear.” She looks back to you.
That’s very nice of you Rarity, thank you!
>”One last thing, Anon. When are you picking up Scootaloo?”
In an hour or so, why?
>”I hate to be a bother but could you pick her up and make sure she comes home safely?”
Not a problem.
>As you left the shop with your groceries, Fluttershy walks out along side with you.
>You were surprised at how well she was behaving herself. No questions about fetishes or crazy antics. This was the Fluttershy you missed.
>”Well, I better get going. Have a wonderful day.” She smiles and with a flap of her wings she floats into the sky.
>Heading back home you drop of your groceries and put them away.
>Before you realized it, it was time to go pick up the girls.
>As you made your way down to the farm, you remember AJ had an apology in store for you.
>It’s not that you wanted an apology, but for these ponies to even consider mating with you was what blew your mind. You’re just some bipedal hairless monkey to them, so what could they possibly see attractive about you?
>As you walked up to the farm, you knocked on the door. No answer.
>You gave the door another knock.
>Finally someone answers the door. It was Granny Smith “You here ta fix da water pipes sonny?”
Um, I’m here to see AJ and pick up Scootaloo. Is AJ home right now?
>”She’s up in her room, why don’tchu go on up and say hi? Poor little thing being upset and all...” her little knees shook and wobbled from old age.
Thank you Ms. Smith.
>You head up the stairs and found a door with the initials AJ on it.
>Knocking softly you announced your presence
Hey AppleJack. I’m here to pick up Scootaloo, is she down at the clubhouse?
>”You can come in if ya want...” you hear a voice call back to you.
>Opening the door, you see AppleJack sitting across the room in front of a mirror. Her hat was hanging off to the side and she was brushing her mane with a comb.
>Her expression was stoic if not disturbed by something as she sat there looking at herself in the mirror brushing her mane.
>Holy Christ, do some of these ponies become emotionally scarred by this estrus?
Um, Rarity said you had something to say to me?
>”Yes.”
If it’s about earlier then it’s OK.
>”Anon, it’s more than that.” She kept brushing her hair. “When other folk see me all they see is an ugly dirty farm p0ny who is not smart at all.”
Well, you’re not any of those.
>It was hard not to get short with her, but you had enough emotional rollercoaster’s for today.
>”Can ya please close the door. I don’t want Granny Smith hearing me like this...” she begins to sniff.
>Obliging her request, you close the door behind you and walk closer to AJ.
>You never seen her this upset over something. Do these ponies go through this every year or ever since you showed up?
>”Anon, do you think I’m plain? Too straight forward? Is that why I can’t find a stallion?” she asked turning towards you.
>Oh fuck me.
>How to answer this delicately.
Well... I’m not a pony so I can’t really say...
>Tears began to well in her emerald eyes.
>”I didn’t mean to put you in the spot earlier.” She looked to the floor. “I was jumping the gun thinking that even you could like somep0ny like mahself.”
AJ I don’t hate you. But I’m not a pony. Humans don’t mate outside of their species.
>”But we’re so alike, Anon. I thought since you didn’t have a special somep0ny, then maybe...”
>Oh God, she was hinting at something.
AJ, maybe it’s the estrus talking. Maybe you should relax for a while and we can talk about this later?
>”I need someone Anon...” she looked up to you.
AppleJack, I can’t help you. You’re a wonderful friend, but I can’t do it if I didn’t feel it was right.
>”It feels right to me, sugarcube. I just know in my heart that you’re something special.”
>Oh God, this made your heart sink faster and harder than the Titanic.
You’ll find yourself a nice stallion I’m sure. I’ll even help you. But it’s getting late and I really need to pick up Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle.
>She turns away and looks back into the mirror, “Girls are at the clubhouse.” She replied with a sigh.
I’ll see you when you need me, OK?
>She nods her head confirming what you said.
>As you left the house, AppleJack whispered to herself, “But I need you now...” and begins to sob to herself.
>The clubhouse wasn’t far away from the farm and soon you find the little house that Scootaloo and her friends use.
>Tapping on the door you wait for a response.
Scootaloo, it’s time to go.
>No response.
Girls?
>You open the small door and climb inside the house. It was surprisingly dark inside.
>”Get em!” a voice yelled out.
>Screaming filled the air as you felt a tiny body latch onto the back of your head, one around your waist and another on your right leg.
>Thankfully you didn’t freak out, because it was just AppleBloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle that attacked you.
>The three of them began to giggle and laugh as they wiggled about, as if they were trying to bring you to the ground. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute this was.
What are you girls up to now?
>AppleBloom spoke up, “We’re trying to be ninjas! Hiya!” she chops into the air.
>”Yeah dad, we tried sneaking around. Being the masters of espionage.” Scootaloo giggled while she was latched to your waist.
>”And we’re on a secret mission to protect Ponyville!” Sweetie Belle squeaked.
Sounds fun and all, but we got to go home now.
>The girls moan in protest.
And Sweetie Belle, Rarity asked me to take you home as well.
>”Hey Anon.” AppleBloom spoke up.
Yes?
>”Why don’tchu have a special somep0ny?” she asked.
Why do you ask?
>”Scootaloo told us Miss Cheerilee was hugging you funny.” You glared down at Scootaloo who looked back up to you with a nervous smile.
>Scootaloo was spying on you the whole time?
>Goddamn it Scootaloo.
>”But you never spend time with her.” AppleBloom adds to that. “Are you lonely, Anon?” her little head comes into view from above as she looks into your eyes. You just smile at her.
That’s a grownup thing you girls don’t need to worry about.
>You pluck AppleBloom from your head and place her on the ground.
Say goodbye Scootaloo. You too Sweetie Belle.
>As the girls said their goodbyes, the three of you head off to drop Sweetie Belle at home.
>Rarity thanks you generously for doing so.
>Scootaloo seemed upset, but you wanted to talk to her about something as well.
Listen, I know you love to tell your friends stories about me. But some things don’t have to be shared with everyone. Do you understand?
>”But...”
No buts Scootaloo. It’s not even that, but you make things sound worse than what they are.
>”I was just worried about you, dad...” she sulks.
It’s OK, but just be mindful of what you say to others, alright?
>”Yes sir.” Her little ears flatten against her head.
Upset that you didn’t get a cutie mark yet?
>She nods.
>The both of you pass through Ponyville on the way home, you told her you’ll be making a speciality dish from back home. That would make her feel better.
>You past by a light post that was covered in ads and paper. One of them caught your attention.
>You ripped it off the post and read it carefully.
>Maybe this is exactly what you and Scootaloo needed.
>A Pegasus Scooter Derby Race was coming to Ponyville this summer.

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>You look towards Twilight, she was giving you those bedroom eyes with a fiery passion you didn’t think possible.
>You fell to the floor, but her magic grabbed you by the ankle and dragged you closer to her.
>This was unbelievable, Twilight, one of your most trusted friends was about to have her way with you.
>The instinct to lash out was there, but you didn’t want to hurt her. She was only doing what her body was telling her.
>Laying flat on your back, Twilight stands over your and lies on top of you. She nuzzles her face into your chest and face, “Anon... I’m so sorry.”
Twilight, don’t do this...
>”But it’s driving me crazy.” She moans softly in your ear. She begins to nibble on your earlobe and softly kisses the side of your neck.
>You gently place your left arm against her to push her off, but her magic forcibly grabs hold and pulls it away.
>She began to slowly grind herself against your leg, trying to find some sort of relief for her urges. 
Twilight, you-
>You were cut off by her planting a kiss onto your lips. Her tongue began to push into yours. Sealing your mouth shut against her advances was met with magic as her horn began to glow brighter.
>Feeling your mouth being pried open, Twilight was free to molest your mouth with her tongue. 
>To you this wasn’t erotic or pleasurable. This animal was trying to have her way with you. 
>Looking around, you notice on the coffee table a glass of water.
>Reaching over, you snatch the cup and splash Twilight with the contents.
SNAP OUT OF IT!
>She reels back and off of you.
>Shaking her face and mane dry, she looks like she was finally broken out of her crazy lust.
>You both sit there staring at each other. There was a wet stain on your pant leg from her juices soaking into the fibre. 
>This whole situation was very uncomfortable.
I’ll uh... see you in a week.
>With that you got up to your feet and headed to the door. “Anon.” She calls gently to you.
>You turn around; Twilight was giving you this desperate look. A look of utter shame and helplessness consumed her expression. 
I’m sorry Twilight, but I can’t help you. 
>Not saying another word, you left her house leaving her to her own devices. 
>You quickly made your way through P0nyville. If Twilight was tempted to do it with you, then any of these ponies would be likely to try the same thing.
>You shielded any eye contact as you went home, but once you were in the clear you felt more relieved. 
>Even if it hadn’t set in, you were still experiencing some kind of shock from what happened. As you unlock the door to the house, you walked in, almost forgetting that Scootaloo was there to greet you.
>You could still feel that wet spot on your pants pressing against your leg.
>”Is something wrong?” you finally heard Scootaloo talking to you, “Look like you saw your best friend die.”
No I’m just.... tired. 
>Taking off your shoes and jacket, you headed up the stairs. You stop to look back down at her.
Scoots, if anyone comes to the door asking for me, tell them I’m not here. I’m taking a nap.
>”Oh... OK.” She says. She’s never seen you like this before.
>Once you got in your room, you made sure the window was locked and you took off your pants and threw them in the laundry bin.
>Putting on some old ones, you laid down on your bed and tried to process what happen.
>Butterflies started to fly around in your stomach. 
>You were glad that Twilight was able to snap out of it, but for her to even think of doing that in the first place...
>That sensation of magic that grabbed you. It was hard to tell if it was cold and methodical or warm and lustful. 
>You were probably over thinking it, it was just Twilight reacting to the estrus and her body needing to reproduce.
>But she seemed more interested in getting rid of that sensation by any means.
>The thought of that happening made you wretch even harder.
>Turning to your side, you drag a corner of the blanket over yourself and curl up into a ball.
>In the back of your mind, you prayed that no pony would show up.
>Before you realized it, you’ve drifted off into a sleep and awoke 2 hours later to the sound of Scootaloo knocking at your door.
>You turn yourself to face the door, but your eyes refused to open. 
Come on in.
>Scootaloo pushed the door open and there she stood in the doorway, “Are you feeling OK? Is there anything I can do to help?”
>You take in a deep breath, trying to rejuvenate your body once more. With a stretch you felt a bit better.
Yeah, I’m OK. Did anyone come to the door while I was asleep?
>She shakes her head, “No, but a letter from Twilight came.”
>That was quick.
>Realizing the time, it was supper time right about now. 
Huh, I didn’t realize what time it was. Scoots, you could’ve waked me up if you were getting hungry.
>”I just wanted to make sure you were OK.” 
>You stretch one more time with a grunt and with a heave you bring yourself to your feet 
How about I cook us up some grub?
>”Can I help?” she asks with great enthusiasm.
Yeah, what do you think we should have?
>As you and Scoot discuss what to have for dinner, you both agree to some homemade stew and biscuits. You kinda wished for some beef to make beef stew.
>First you had Scootaloo prepare the vegetables while you read the letter from Twilight. 
>It was an apology letter.
>She expressed a great deal of regret, saying how she was selfish for thinking of you as something to make her feel better. She wished for you to come by her place later so you could talk about it and that she may apologize in person.
>Not happening.
>It’s not you didn’t accept her apology, but you weren’t taking any chances.
>You told Twilight on many occasions how uncomfortable you were with getting intimate with a pony. Her kissing you didn’t help much.
>You were going to stay home for a week and send Scoot out on errand runs. It might be a good chance for her to gain some independence and responsibility. 
>While Scootaloo kept getting the food ready, you got out a quill and paper and wrote your own letter to her. You occasionally had to stop in order to make sure she was following the steps.
>You explained to Twilight that while you accept her apology, you felt it was better to wait until the end of the week and talk to her afterwards. 
>Folding the letter and placing it in the envelope, you set it to the side and helped Scoot make supper.
>Scootaloo was becoming better at cooking, and you complimented her for the good work. She smiles warmly; Scootaloo loves it when you’re happy with her.
>As you ate supper Scootaloo asks, “What’s the letter for? Is it for Miss. Cheerilee”?
No, it’s for Twilight. I’ll be staying home for the next few days, and I would love it if you could deliver it for me tomorrow.
>”Sure, no problem!” 
>The two of you both ate supper quietly, but Scootaloo usually interrupts with retelling you how her day went, and sometimes how she thought she got her cutie mark. 
>Curiousity got the better of her, “Why are you staying home? You’re not going to go to AJ’s farm or help out at school?”
I’m not feeling great; I think I might be catching a cold.
>You sniffle a little to seem more convincing. It’s not you enjoyed lying to her, but she was a bit too young to know why.
>”I could stay home and help you get better! Maybe then I’ll earn my cutie mark.” She hops in her seat excitedly.
>You chuckle with a warm glow, but then you lay down the line.
Sorry Scoots, but you got school tomorrow. Education comes first.
>She pouts playfully, but she knew you were right. 
>The next day you gave Scootaloo the letter and told her to give it to Twilight before she went to school.
>As you watched her buzz away on her scooter, you hoped that Twilight would understand you not coming to see her.
>Heading back indoors, you locked all the doors and closed all the windows. You didn’t want to risk any of the ponies knowing you were at home. 
>As so began the waiting game.
>The day went on rather slowly. Not much to do but read and fix stuff around the house.
>Later in the afternoon, just before Scootaloo would be out of school there’s a knock at the door.
>It couldn’t be Scoot, so you ignored it.
>Whoever was there knocked again and you could hear a voice. It was Twilight.
>”Anon?” she knocks again.
>”Please don’t hate me. I’m so sorry for what happened.”
>You didn’t answer the door. You could only sit there in the dark as a heat driven mare stood outside your front door.
>It was hard to do it, but you didn’t want to risk it.
>You could hear Twilight sobbing, “I just... I couldn’t help myself...”
>In your mind you were praying that she would give up and leave.
>It goes silent for a minute. You were too paranoid to move, for even the slightest sound might alert her.
>The door knob starts to rattle violently, almost making you yell in surprise. 
>”Anon! Please don’t do this to me!” The doorknob almost started to buzz like a rattler snake. Sounded as if it was about to fall off.
>”Don’t be scared...”
>She sounded more desperate than angry.
>As you sat there staring at the doorknob, it slowly came to a stop. 
>You were afraid to breathe thinking she would hear you do that.
>Sure enough, you heard hoof steps walking off the front steps. You sigh in relief.
>Getting off the couch, you walk to the curtain, lifted a corner and peeked out. Twilight was walking away, head hanging low.
>You could only hope she’ll understand after her estrus is done. Her magic was scary strong.
>It surprised you she didn’t even try knocking the door down.
>It was long until Scootaloo showed up after school. 
>”Hey dad, how are you feeling?” she asked.
Feeling fine. How was school today?
>”Good, but Miss. Cheerilee was acting weird today.”
>Oh gee, I wonder why. 
Did you deliver the letter first thing this morning?
>She nods her head.
>For the next 4 days you stayed at home. You had to wait this out for at least another 3 to 4 days. 
>Twilight came back once more, but again you ignored her. Other ponies came knocking at your door, but you didn’t answer.
>Today you were suppose to go in to school to help, but you didn’t want leave the safety of your house. So you told Scootaloo to tell the teacher that you were sick today.
>”Are you sure you’re ok? You haven’t left the house for quite a while.” She asked in a concerning manner. 
>You didn’t want to lie, but a white lie never hurt anyone.
I have a sickness that only a human gets. It usually lasts for a week and it happens once a year. It builds our immune system.
>Scootaloo loved it when you told her interesting things about humans. She would share it with her friends and since there’s nothing written on humans you are pretty much the authority on the matter.
You gotta get going kid. School’s gonna start soon!
>Another school day and Scootaloo heads out the door.
>The day goes on like the ones before, but this time, no Twilight. 
>You’ve read through so many books during your time off. The Daring Do book series was really engrossing.
>By the end of the school day you hear a knock at the door. As usual, you look through the peep hole on the front door to make sure it was Scootaloo.
>It was Scootaloo alright, but there was another problem.
>Miss Cheerilee was with her. 
>Oh shit.
>Maybe Miss Cheerilee would be more level headed? She could be here about Scootaloo, and as long as she’s here then Cheerilee wouldn’t try anything.
>Unlocking the door, you open the door to greet Scootaloo with a smile as she leaps into your arms. You look to Cheerilee, she seemed more worried than anything.
Hello Cheerilee, how can I help you?
>”I just wanted to check up to see if you’re alright. Scootaloo told me and the class how sick you were.” She really seemed concerned.
>You glare at Scootaloo. She smiles nervously back at you. You knew she had to exaggerate your illness.
>Whispering to Scoot that there are snacks in the fridge, you put her down and she races off to the kitchen.
>Miss Cheerilee was still standing on the front step.
I’m sorry, did you want to come in?
>”I wouldn’t want to be a bother, but I heard Scootaloo talking about how sick you were. Said something about the pony pox?”
>Goddamn it Scootaloo. 
She likes to embellish her stories. I’m sorry that you had to come all the way here to check up on me. 
>”Oh it’s not a problem. It’s just that the little ones and I missed you.” This was actually somewhat touching.
Well, I’m just trying to rest right now and I’ll be back on my-
>You were caught off guard when Miss Cheerilee stands on her hind legs and places her front legs against your chest.
>”Let me see how you feel.” she looked you in the eyes.
W-what?
>”I want to check your temperature.” She said as her eyes looked caringly into yours. 
>You stammer for a second and realize she wasn’t tall enough to reach your forehead. 
>Without recalcitrance you lower your forehead, even though you’re not sure why. Well, she wasn’t doing anything wrong.
>Her hoof slides gently across your forehead.
>Why is your heart beating faster?
>”Hmmm, you are a bit warm Anon.” She quietly says.
>Cheerilee continues to rub her hoof across your forehead, but she begins to tug you closer to her.
>You didn’t resist, but she pulled you in closer and that’s when things got weird.
>She began to rub and nuzzle the side of her face against your forehead and hair.
>Her soft hair was velvety against your skin. And she actually smelled nice, not like a barnyard animal. 
>She breathed deeply as she sniffed your hair and sighed with great relief. 
Uh... Miss Cheerilee?
>It looked like she was lost in her daydreams but she snaps out of it. Realizing what she just did she reels back onto her hooves. “Oh! Anon, please forgive me. That was very unprofessional of me!” 
>This was the worst she could’ve done to you.
No no, it’s quite alright! 
>You didn’t want her to feel bad. Time for some awkward humour. 
It’s nice to know someone is here to make sure I’m feeling alright. They ought to call you Doctor Cheerilee!
>Cheerilee smiles with a chuckle, “Anon, you’re too kind. But I am sorry though.”
Trust me, what you did was harmless.
>”I suppose you know what’s going on then?” she asks while looking at the ground and lightly scrapping her hoof on the ground.
Yeah... about that. 
>Scootaloo rushes back to you, “Hey, can I go to AppleBloom’s house later?” her mouth was half full of snack food.
Don’t interrupt when two people are talking, Scootaloo. And don’t talk when your mouth is full. Oh for goodness sake...
>You notice the corners of her mouth had food stuck to them. Takingth corner of your housecoat that you wore, you gently grabbed her head. 
>Kneeling down to her you give a quick wipe to her mouth.
>She closes her eyes and squirms a little, “Daaaad... “She pulls away after you finish cleaning her.
>She whispers to you, “Not in front of my teacher!”
>You look to Miss Cheerilee who at first wore the expression of surprise, but is warmed up into a gentle smile. 
Sorry, that’s my parental instincts going off. 
>Turning back to Scootaloo, you remember the question she asks you.
You got homework you need to finish? 
>”Yes sir.”
Get on it and I’ll be there to give you a hand.
>She takes off to the kitchen to do her work; it’s where she usually does it.
>Cheerilee’s cheeks became rosy pink. If that was even possible considering the colour of her coat. She looked dizzy.
You OK? Now you look kind of warm.
>Placing the back of your hand against her forehead she looked like she was about to faint. She started moving her head against your head, trying to feel your hand against her face.
>Pulling your hand away slowly you stood there awkwardly.
>Maybe saying anything pertaining to being a parent wasn’t a good idea.
Well, I better go help Scootaloo and get some rest. I’ll see you next week! Thanks for checking up on me.
>Cheerilee raises a hoof to catch your attention but you didn’t see it as you close the door.
>Close call.
> Poor Cheerilee. You felt bad for any of these mares that couldn’t get any relief, but you are not the solution. 
>Only 3 more days to go.
>As the end of the estrus period, you were relieved that you could go outside without fear of being attacked by horny mares. 
>Even though you haven’t heard a peep from Fluttershy for a while, you still had to be cautious that she could come back to harassing you.
>Scootaloo wanted to spend the day with AppleBloom and Sweetie Belle at their clubhouse, probably to go about their Cutie Mark Crusading business. 
>You made it clear to Scootaloo to stay out of trouble when she’s doing her cutie mark shenanigans. 
>As you both approached AJ’s house, you could see that AppleJack was hanging around the front of the house and could see you walking up the road.
>Just as you both got closer, AppleBloom burst out of the front door and Scootaloo ran ahead to meet her. 
>They chattered for a minute before Rarity showed up with Sweetie Belle. You smiled as you listened to them go on about how they’ll obtain their cutie marks.
>With that they rush off to their tree house.
Thanks for watching after the kids AJ.
>You noticed she was sweating, probably been bucking apples all day.
>”Not a problem, Anon. How are you feelin’? Little AppleBloom said you weren’t feeling too good last week.”
>Rarity interjected, “Are you alright dear? Sweetie Belle said Scootaloo was quite worried about you.”
I’m fine now, just something us humans have to go through.
>Just a white lie. Nothing more.
>”Since y’all are here. Ya wanna try some freshly made apple juice?”
>”That sounds simply divine!” Rarity smiles.
Thanks AJ.
>All of you head inside as AJ gives you and Rarity a bottle of apple juice. The sweet cool liquid was even better than the stuff back home. 
>Rarity seemed to enjoy it a lot, “AppleJack, you are quite the generous friend.”
>”Shucks, it ain’t nothing.”
AJ, are you OK? You seem to be sweating a lot.
>”Aw this? Naw, I’m just dwindling in the warm afterglow of being a mare.” She smirks.
>”AppleJack, don’t say such things around Anon!” Rarity whines at her. She turns to you, “I’m sorry Anon it’s just that AppleJack sometimes forgets that some don’t want to hear personal matters.”
That’s OK Rarity...
>AppleJack didn’t take to kindly to being told what she couldn’t say in her own home, “Well I’m sorry, but I’m still dwindling in the after burn of heat.”
>Oh shit.
>You felt your gut and stomach instantly tighten into a ball.
>”Well, so am I AppleJack. But a lady never gives in to such primal instinct.” Rarity boasts to AJ. 
>”Well that’s too bad Rarity, because I could go for a good rut before it’s all over.” 
>You could literally feel your pupils dilate as your heart began to pound in your chest.
>Rarity turns to you, “You’ll have to excuse AppleJack, she can be somewhat straight forward and a little too honest with her feelings.” She frowns at her.
>”Rarity, if I got an itch I scratch it.” AJ plainly replies.
>”AppleJack, not in front of the guest! Anon doesn’t know anything about that. And quite frankly, he doesn’t need to.” They both turn to you. You try to ease yourself over two mares that were still dwindling in heat. 
>Rarity could see how nervous you were, “Now look what you did AppleJack. You’ve made Anon all uncomfortable with your brutish talk of heat.”
>AJ scoffs, “Anon is an alright fella. I’m sure he’s quite a handful in the sack back home.”
>Oh God AJ, why?
I have to go see Twilight.
>”But you just got here, darling.” Rarity pouted. “See what happen when you go blabbing your mouth off. You scared Anon!”
>AppleJack just smirks at Rarity, “I see what yer trying to do. Trying to make me look like a monster so you could have Anon to yerself. Well it ain’t gonna work.”
>Oh Christ...
>Rarity gasps, “I... I wouldn’t. But I wouldn’t let an uncouth pony like you expect to show Anon how it’s done properly.” 
>AJ frowned at Rarity, “I’m sure as apple pie that Anon is comfortable to doing us both a favour. But I get first dibs.”
>”Why you! You have some nerve deciding for him. I say we should let Anon choose who he would like to help first.”
>”Fine by me, Rarity. Alright Anon who do-“
>When they turn to look at you, all they see is an empty chair and the front screen door swinging back and forth as it slowly comes to a stop.
>You couldn’t believe how quickly you made it to Ponyville. Your throat was dried up, you felt like you could vomit from the mix of running so hard and almost being pulled into that fiasco. 
>Catching your breath you finally knocked at the door. But you started to feel nervous for another reason.
>You really hope Twilight didn’t take it so hard that you ignored her over the past few days. 
>Spike answers the door, “Oh, hey Anon.”
Hey Spike, is Twilight home?
>”Yeah, but she’s in rough shape.” He said with a regretful look.
Oh, is she sick? Can you ask her if she wants to see me?
>Spike walks away but not before offering you to come inside. As you stood in the entrance way, Spike comes back and gives you the OK.
>She was in her bedroom.
>As you entered the bedroom you looked up the flight of stairs to see a lump laying on the bed.
>”Close the door please...” a groggy voice spoke out.
>Complying with her wish, you close the door behind you. You weren’t sure if approaching her was the best course of action.
Hey Twilight, how are you feeling?
>Through the shifting sounds of her turning over, she asked you to come up to her bedside. 
>As you climbed up those stairs you had a bad feeling in your gut. 
>Twilight wasn’t even under her covers; she just laid on her side. Her lavender eyes half open as she stared out her bedroom window.
>They were pinkish-red, probably from crying or lack of sleep. 
>She almost looked like a part of her soul died.
>You both didn’t say anything, but you figure Twilight felt bad enough for what happened.
>You sat down on the edge of her bed; she continued to stare out the window blinking occasionally.
>Slowly you placed your hand on the side of her head, gently stroking her.
>”Anon...” She spoke. “Do you know... what it’s like to suffer two different things at the same time?”
>Nothing came to mind, aside from the time you were hurting like hell when you saved Scootaloo from the river.
Twilight, it’s OK.
>She sniffled as tears formed on her eyes. She still didn’t look at you. “Another estrus gone by and I didn’t satisfy my body Anon... It drives me crazy to the point where it hurts.” Her words trembled on her lips.
>”But that didn’t compare to the pain of what I almost did to you.” The tears began to flow down the side of her face and into the pillow.
>”I got your letter, but even after I could barely control myself you still forgave me...”
Twilight, you’re being too hard on yourself.
>”But the hardest part was knowing how you felt.” She sniffed through her tears.
>”When I came to see you the first time after receiving the letter, I knew you were home. I can’t be angry at you for wanting to not see me.”
>Creep factor went up by 5 on the scale. It was scary to hear her say she knew you were home yet there was no indication on you being there.
How did you know?
>She took in a deep breath as she tried to control herself from losing it, “I can sense your emotions Anon. You were scared. I even contemplated forcing my way in, but the fear in your heart made me stop.”
I forgive you Twilight, but you have to understand that I’m a human and you’re a pony. You’ve been a great friend to me, but there are things I can’t do for you.
>”But I should know better Anon. Especially when you told me how you felt about Fluttershy forcing her love on you.” Her voice cracked.
>Time for some therapy.
Come here Twilight...
>You eased your hands and arms around her and pulled her body towards yours. She placed her head on your shoulder.
>She begins to cry as you embraced her. This was going to be a problem if you’re going to be living here.
>You ran your hand through her mane and rubbed her back. She held you as well and you begin to gently rock back and forth.
Twilight we do things we regret. I don’t want you beating yourself up over this incident and no one has to know. Accept my apology and we can move past this. Deal?
>You finally get a glimpse of her face as she looked to you. If you can’t satisfy her bodily needs, then maybe the best you could do was comfort her emotionally.
>You lay her back down on the bed and rub her back still.
>”It still hurts Anon...” she mutters groggily.
Does the pain go away after a while?
>She looks down to her crotch area, and as hesitant as you were you couldn’t help but glance as she spreads her legs and you realize what she meant.
>The skin around her marehood was rubbed raw and looked like it was ready to bleed. You could only mutter to yourself.
Jesus Christ, Twilight...
>She instantly squeezes her legs together, “It hurts so much... No matter what I did nothing would make it go away.”
>This was an uncomfortable situation.
Do you need to see a doctor Twilight? I can take you to one.
>Her eyes widen and she grabbed you by the wrist, “Please no, this is too embarrassing...”
Well Twilight, you need to get this treated. 
>She just looked at you with those desperate eyes. It reminded you of Scootaloo and how desperate she was.
>You sigh in frustration as you get up looking around.
Do you have any ointments or cream to help this?
>With a sniffle she replies, “There should be some medicine in the bathroom.”
>Heading to the lower level of the room you head out and asked Spike to help you gather the medicine. 
>Spike asked what was wrong, and you assured him nothing bad happened.
>You brought the tube of ointment back to Twilight and laid it next to her.
There you go, this should help.
>”Anon, I’m afraid to do it myself. My hooves are too big. Could you...?”
Really Twilight?
>She looked hurt again. This was no time to be fussy, but you really wish Twilight would grow up. 
Fine... Just, lay on your back.
>She slowly turns herself to her back and slowly spreads her legs. As you looked around her slit, you decided it wa best to wash it.
I’ll be right back.
>You went to get a basin of warm water and a couple of small towels.
OK Twilight, I’m going to gently wash you. Let’s get this towel under you first so we don’t mess up the bed.
>Gently you helped to lift her back side up while you tucked the towel under her. She would wince in pain occasionally from the shifting.
>Once the towel was placed under her, she instinctively squeezed her legs together. The exposure of rubbed skin to air was probably painful after a while.
Twilight, you got to stop that. Just try to relax.
>You took the other towel and dabbed it in the warm water. You gently pressed the cloth against her nether region as she sighed with some relief.
>Rinsing the cloth, you repeated this several times. Twilight’s hind legs twitched slightly every time you cleaned her.
>Using the dry cloth you lightly patted her down a bit. It was time to apply the ointment to her crotch. 
>This was hopefully the first and last time you would be this close to a pony’s private area.
>You squeeze the tube and a glob of white cream plops onto your finger. Twilight eyes both your and the medication with anticipation. 
>Was she biting her lower lip?
This might be cold, but it’ll feel better.
>You slowly brought your finger close to the affected area. You decided it was better to start on the outer part. As the cool cream made contact with her skin she gasps.
>You gently smear the medication over the skin and kept squeezing out more as needed. 
>As you continued to rub more medicine closer to her slit, her gasps become shorter and quieter. She wore this expression of shock and lust as she looked up to the ceiling.
>Christ Almighty this was going too far, but you had to finish.
>The skin right around her clit needed medication. 
Um, this might feel weird Twilight. Just bare with me.
>Positioning yourself to be in closer proximity to have better control, you start to lightly rub close around her clit.
>Twilight’s breathing became sharper as you rubbed the closer to her clitoris. 
>Christ, she WAS getting turned on by this.
>Her marehood began to convulse. It started to wink.
>Yep, it’s time to bail.
>You figured there was enough medicine and you pull away from her. Her breathing slows down and she looks at you, “Why did you stop?”
I’ve applied the medicine to the affected area. Just keep your legs apart and don’t touch it. Put more cream on when you need to.
>”Anon, can you please put more on?” she asked in an innocent voice.
>You weren’t stupid, but Twilight still had this look that she was in some sort of pain.
Twilight, you need to save what ointment you have.
>”Just a little bit more...?” her face became tinted pink as she blushed.
>You mentally slap your hand on your forehead. This was escalating pretty quickly. 
>With a sigh you put a little more cream on your fingertip and apply it gently close around her clitoris. 
>She sighs with relief and closes her eyes. Her legs start to shift at the delight of having your fingers caressing her marehood.
>She begins to convulse again as you rubbed little circles on her clit. Her breaths become short as she moans softly. 
>Her slit moistens as you continued to rub her down. She mumbles under her moaning something.
Pardon me?
>”Please... put it in me...” she moans.
>Oh come on!
>You felt bad enough you were pleasuring this pony, now she wants you to finger her.
Twilight, this is bad enough as it is.
>”Please Anon. Just this once...” she pleads to you.
>Jimmies are now officially rustled. 
>You braced yourself as you slowly inserted one finger between her slit. She gasps as her warm vaginal juices enveloped your finger. It was almost sucking you in.
>You insert another finger and begin to slowly push further inside her. Her body tensed up and her vaginal walls contracted and tightened around your fingers.
>Rather impressive muscle control you had to admit.
>She was breathing harder through her short gasps and moans of ecstasy. “Please... keep rubbing...”
>OK, now she wants you to rub her clit while finger fucking her. Now she’s just being bossy.
>You used your thumb to help run her clit while your fingers continued to massage the inside of her warm velvety marehood.
>It wasn’t long until she whinnied as she bucked her hips up into the air. A small flood of vaginal juices squirt out of her all over your hand.
>She kept her eyes shut tight as she let the sensation melt through her body. Twilight finally relaxed and flopped back onto her bad.
>You looked at your hand as it was glistening from her juices. This was disgusting.
>Twilight looked up at you lovingly, “Thank you.” She smiles as she closes her eyes and dozes off. Twilight finally got some sort of release.
>You quietly left the room and washed your hand thoroughly before you left Twilight’s house.
>You are now Fluttershy.
>It’s been more than a week since Anon told you something that devastated your poor heart.
>How could Anon do that to you? You only wanted what was best for him.
>The other mares in this town wouldn’t know how to please Anon. Only you took the time and effort to try and figure out what Anon likes.
>As you lay in a heap on your bed, you’ve been crying your eyes out at the thought of Anon being with somep0ny else. 
>It didn’t help that you were in heat. No matter what you tried, nothing could satisfy that itch. In your mind, only Anon was perfect for you.
>A few stallions came around, but they were not Anon.
>Anon may feel it’s alright to go and be with someone else, but you were to remain faithful to him no matter what. 
>No one but him could have you.
>Were you ugly?
>Maybe that was why.
>You got up from bed and stood in front of the mirror and looked at yourself. You were a mess.
>Mane was all crazy, your eyes red from crying out your heart and soul for Anon. Why couldn’t he see the love in your heart you had for him?
Why does he hate me? Why would he go with another mare when I’m throwing myself at him?
>You could only sob quietly to yourself in the dark as you ponder.
>”What makes you think he found a mare?” 
>You look up as your eyes dart around the room. Someone was in here too?
W-who said that?
>You couldn’t help but shake at the thought of some intruder in your house.
>”Right in front of you...”
>The voice was familiar. It was... your voice. You turn to look into the mirror. 
But... that’s not possible. Is it?
>You stared at your own reflection for a moment. You stared back at yourself.
>With a smirk your reflection took a life on its own, “Looks like you finally found me.”
>You jump back in shock, and your reflection seemingly followed you in suit. Quickly you jump behind your bed shivering fear.
>”Come on out Fluttershy, I just want to talk.” She, I mean you said.
>Peeking out from behind the bed you looked back to see yourself peeking from behind the same bed.
A-are you me?
>Without moving your own mouth, the reflection talked back, “But of course I am. But let’s just say I’m your better half that will get you what you want.”
>You paused for a moment and you slowly walk back towards the mirror.
Get anything I want?
>”Yes, you’re too naive to believe Anon’s lie.” She said spitefully. This Fluttershy wasn’t so nice sounding.
Anon wouldn’t lie to me! Would he...?
>The reflection slaps herself on the forhead, “Well, it’s obvious he wasn’t talking about a mare. He said somep0ny. Now think Fluttershy, who could he possibly be referring to?”
>You though for a moment. Maybe it was one of your best friends.
Twilight?
>”No...”
Rarity?
>”No.”
Um... AppleJack?
>You smile apologetically at yourself.
>”No!” she screamed at you.
Then who? Please tell me!
>”The one in Anons care! As long as that little foal is here, she’s the only thing standing between you and us making Anon happy.”
>That seem to make sense, but there wasn’t much you could do was there?
But what can I do? Scootaloo is only a foal. I wouldn’t hurt the poor thing!
>”Fluttershy, there are ways to make ponies go away. No one said anything about hurting anyp0ny.”
>This Fluttershy seemed to be really smart. Maybe she did have a good idea on how to make Anon love you.
What do I need to do?
>”The opportunity will present itself when it arrives. Just know that when Scootaloo is out of the picture, Anon will be so heartbroken that you will be there to mend it.” She smirks back at you.
Well, as long as no pony gets hurt...
>”I’m surprised at you, Fluttershy. I wouldn’t make you do such a thing. Just think of me as being your more thoughtful side. I will do the planning and you have to follow them. So we have an agreement?”
>You thought for a moment, but as long no pony got hurt than maybe it was OK. All you wanted was for Anon to be happy with you.
I’ll do it!
>”Good. But first go and clean yourself up. We need to look our best for Anon. Trust is the key and if we stop the childish antics, then Anon will lower his guard.” 
We’re going to go visit him so soon?
>”Just to say hello and wish him a happy future with his so called ‘special somep0ny’. We don’t want him to know that we know.”
Um... know what again?
>The reflection facehooves herself in frustration.
>You are now Anon.
>After you left Twilights house you went around Ponyville shopping for some items before you decided to head home. 
>Scootaloo was still with her friends at AJ’s farm and you still wanted to wait a few hours before picking her up. You figure that should be enough time for AJ and Rarity to cool their jets. 
>It was bad enough Twilight guilt tripped you into pleasuring her, but you had to let it go for now. 
>After some shopping, you headed back home carrying paper grocery bags full of food and other stuff.
>On your way past Rarity’s shop, a familiar white unicorn pops her head out of the door. “Anon, there you are! Could I please have a quick word with you?”
I kind of don’t have time right now Rarity.
>”Anon, I apologize for what happened earlier. But this will only take a minute of your time. I promise you I’m feeling much better.” She retreats back into her shop.
>Well, Rarity seemed to be more like herself. You went inside her shop and there you saw Rarity with several scissors trimming and grooming Fluttershy’s mane. 
>Fluttershy glanced at you and smiled, “Oh, why hello there Anon.” She spoke gently.
Hey Fluttershy.
>Rarity was focused on Fluttershy’s mane, “I’m sorry dear, just give me a second...” with a final trim she finishes Fluttershy’s mane. “Voila!” 
>Rarity steps away from Fluttershy, “Now Anon, I talked to AppleJack and she has an apology waiting for you when you go pick up Scootaloo. But I feel that it’s my duty as a friend to make it up to you.”
It’s OK really...
>”Nonsense, my dear! A gentlecolt- I mean man such as you deserves nice formal wear. I would like to take your measurements.” Her horn lights up and out from a drawer flies out measuring tape.
>You put your bags of grocery on the floor and stood still for Rarity to take your measurement.
You really don’t have to do this for me. 
>”I insist that you let me do this, it’s the least I can do.”
>As you stood there, Fluttershy takes off the cape and gets off the chair she was sitting in. “How are you feeling Anon?”
Fine. I’m just running around doing errands and picking up Scootaloo later. You?
>She bats her eyelids and plays with her mane. “I feel wonderful. And I felt so good that I wanted to treat myself to looking my very best.”
>Here she goes again.
For me I suppose?
>He eyes widen, “Oh no. You said you have a very special somep0ny. I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how I reacted.” Her ears flatten against her head.
>That’s right; she did knock you down and ran away in an emotional fit when you lied to her.
>Rarity perked up at hearing this, “A special somep0ny?! Well who is it Anon? Please tell us!” you could see a sparkle in her eyes as she smiled at you waiting for the answer.
Oh, it’s uh...
>Fluttershy interrupted, “It’s OK Rarity, Anon is just shy about his special somep0ny. He’ll tell us about it when he’s ready. Won’t you Anon?” she looks up to you with those innocent eyes.
Yeah... and Fluttershy I’m sorry for what happened. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. 
>Fluttershy giggles, “Oh Anon, I’m over that now. We could still be friends... that is, if you don’t mind.”
I would like that very much-
>You noticed Rarity was taking a slightly longer time measuring the inseam of your pant leg and hovering close to your crotch. You looked down at her with a slight frown.
Rarity...
>She looks up to you with a nervous smile, “Oh, sorry dear. I’m not use to inseam measurements. Never quite made anything like it before.” She pulls away with a nervous laugh and starts to cut some material. 
>”I’ll this made for you by the end of the week dear.” She looks back to you.
That’s very nice of you Rarity, thank you!
>”One last thing, Anon. When are you picking up Scootaloo?”
In an hour or so, why?
>”I hate to be a bother but could you pick her up and make sure she comes home safely?”
Not a problem.
>As you left the shop with your groceries, Fluttershy walks out along side with you. 
>You were surprised at how well she was behaving herself. No questions about fetishes or crazy antics. This was the Fluttershy you missed.
>”Well, I better get going. Have a wonderful day.” She smiles and with a flap of her wings she floats into the sky.
>Heading back home you drop of your groceries and put them away. 
>Before you realized it, it was time to go pick up the girls.
>As you made your way down to the farm, you remember AJ had an apology in store for you. 
>It’s not that you wanted an apology, but for these ponies to even consider mating with you was what blew your mind. You’re just some bipedal hairless monkey to them, so what could they possibly see attractive about you?
>As you walked up to the farm, you knocked on the door. No answer.
>You gave the door another knock. 
>Finally someone answers the door. It was Granny Smith “You here ta fix da water pipes sonny?”
Um, I’m here to see AJ and pick up Scootaloo. Is AJ home right now?
>”She’s up in her room, why don’tchu go on up and say hi? Poor little thing being upset and all...” her little knees shook and wobbled from old age.
Thank you Ms. Smith.
>You head up the stairs and found a door with the initials AJ on it. 
>Knocking softly you announced your presence
Hey AppleJack. I’m here to pick up Scootaloo, is she down at the clubhouse?
>”You can come in if ya want...” you hear a voice call back to you.
>Opening the door, you see AppleJack sitting across the room in front of a mirror. Her hat was hanging off to the side and she was brushing her mane with a comb. 
>Her expression was stoic if not disturbed by something as she sat there looking at herself in the mirror brushing her mane.
>Holy Christ, do some of these ponies become emotionally scarred by this estrus?
Um, Rarity said you had something to say to me?
>”Yes.”
If it’s about earlier then it’s OK. 
>”Anon, it’s more than that.” She kept brushing her hair. “When other folk see me all they see is an ugly dirty farm p0ny who is not smart at all.”
Well, you’re not any of those.
>It was hard not to get short with her, but you had enough emotional rollercoaster’s for today.
>”Can ya please close the door. I don’t want Granny Smith hearing me like this...” she begins to sniff.
>Obliging her request, you close the door behind you and walk closer to AJ. 
>You never seen her this upset over something. Do these ponies go through this every year or ever since you showed up?
>”Anon, do you think I’m plain? Too straight forward? Is that why I can’t find a stallion?” she asked turning towards you.
>Oh fuck me.
>How to answer this delicately.  
Well... I’m not a pony so I can’t really say...
>Tears began to well in her emerald eyes. 
>”I didn’t mean to put you in the spot earlier.” She looked to the floor. “I was jumping the gun thinking that even you could like somep0ny like mahself.” 
AJ I don’t hate you. But I’m not a pony. Humans don’t mate outside of their species.
>”But we’re so alike, Anon. I thought since you didn’t have a special somep0ny, then maybe...” 
>Oh God, she was hinting at something.
AJ, maybe it’s the estrus talking. Maybe you should relax for a while and we can talk about this later?
>”I need someone Anon...” she looked up to you.
AppleJack, I can’t help you. You’re a wonderful friend, but I can’t do it if I didn’t feel it was right.
>”It feels right to me, sugarcube. I just know in my heart that you’re something special.”
>Oh God, this made your heart sink faster and harder than the Titanic.
You’ll find yourself a nice stallion I’m sure. I’ll even help you. But it’s getting late and I really need to pick up Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle.
>She turns away and looks back into the mirror, “Girls are at the clubhouse.” She replied with a sigh. 
I’ll see you when you need me, OK?
>She nods her head confirming what you said.
>As you left the house, AppleJack whispered to herself, “But I need you now...” and begins to sob to herself.
>The clubhouse wasn’t far away from the farm and soon you find the little house that Scootaloo and her friends use.
>Tapping on the door you wait for a response.
Scootaloo, it’s time to go.
>No response.
Girls?
>You open the small door and climb inside the house. It was surprisingly dark inside.
>”Get em!” a voice yelled out.
>Screaming filled the air as you felt a tiny body latch onto the back of your head, one around your waist and another on your right leg.
>Thankfully you didn’t freak out, because it was just AppleBloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle that attacked you.
>The three of them began to giggle and laugh as they wiggled about, as if they were trying to bring you to the ground. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute this was.
What are you girls up to now?
>AppleBloom spoke up, “We’re trying to be ninjas! Hiya!” she chops into the air.
>”Yeah dad, we tried sneaking around. Being the masters of espionage.” Scootaloo giggled while she was latched to your waist.
>”And we’re on a secret mission to protect Ponyville!” Sweetie Belle squeaked. 
Sounds fun and all, but we got to go home now. 
>The girls moan in protest.
And Sweetie Belle, Rarity asked me to take you home as well.
>”Hey Anon.” AppleBloom spoke up.
Yes?
>”Why don’tchu have a special somep0ny?” she asked.
Why do you ask?
>”Scootaloo told us Miss Cheerilee was hugging you funny.” You glared down at Scootaloo who looked back up to you with a nervous smile. 
>Scootaloo was spying on you the whole time?
>Goddamn it Scootaloo.
>”But you never spend time with her.” AppleBloom adds to that. “Are you lonely, Anon?” her little head comes into view from above as she looks into your eyes. You just smile at her.
That’s a grownup thing you girls don’t need to worry about.
>You pluck AppleBloom from your head and place her on the ground.
Say goodbye Scootaloo. You too Sweetie Belle.
>As the girls said their goodbyes, the three of you head off to drop Sweetie Belle at home. 
>Rarity thanks you generously for doing so.
>Scootaloo seemed upset, but you wanted to talk to her about something as well.
Listen, I know you love to tell your friends stories about me. But some things don’t have to be shared with everyone. Do you understand?
>”But...”
No buts Scootaloo. It’s not even that, but you make things sound worse than what they are.
>”I was just worried about you, dad...” she sulks.
It’s OK, but just be mindful of what you say to others, alright?
>”Yes sir.” Her little ears flatten against her head.
Upset that you didn’t get a cutie mark yet?
>She nods. 
>The both of you pass through Ponyville on the way home, you told her you’ll be making a speciality dish from back home. That would make her feel better.
>You past by a light post that was covered in ads and paper. One of them caught your attention.
>You ripped it off the post and read it carefully.
>Maybe this is exactly what you and Scootaloo needed. 
>A Pegasus Scooter Derby Race was coming to Ponyville this summer.

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