- >You awaken to the beautiful songs of birds merrily chirping outside your window;
- >It’s 8:00 AM, and you’ve got quite a long day ahead of you.
- >Turning in your sheets, you’re amused to discover your future Master’s gift,
- >the guidebook to the new life you’ll soon be leading.
- >Stretching out your arms and wings, you take a great big yawn before climbing out of bed.
- >Doesn’t seem like Angel’s come back home yet. Oh well; sometimes he prefers to be with his kind,
- >though you honestly think he’s a lot smarter than them, if also… testier, at times.
- >You wonder when Anonymous is going to come over; he didn’t say in his letter.
- >As you walk through the living room, you find Anon’s chocolates unopened on the ground,
- >lying there from your pet bunny’s temper tantrum.
- >...
- >You quickly unwrap and open the box, looking through the tantalizing offerings,
- >before stuffing your mouth with a savory morsel of rich peanut cream and drizzled caramel.
- >Early-morning chocolate is the best chocolate, after all.
- ***
- >Several hours later, you’re tending to the paw of a raccoon outside your home,
- >a naughty little fellow who had stepped in broken glass while rummaging through garbage in Ponyville.
- “You know you shouldn’t go into Ponyville for food, little one…”
- >Plucking out the shards had proved difficult,
- >but staunching the bleeding was as simple as cotton and gauze.
- >The hardest part was getting him to listen to you.
- “Plenty of animals get by in nature. There’s enough for everyone…”
- >He turns his head away with a dismissive grunt.
- “I just don’t want you to get hurt is all. This is the second time you’ve been injured scavenging.
- Will you at least try foraging for a week?”
- >You make the biggest puppy-eyes face you can, and the raccoon gives up his resistance,
- >as he nods hesitantly to your offer. You know it’ll be hard for him, but it’s better in the long run.
- “There’s a good boy. And I think your paw is ready to go. Just try to rest for a few days,
- keep the bandages wrapped around it, and I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
- >He gives you an appreciative smile and scampers off with a slight limp.
- >Hmm.
- >Curious to see how they’re holding up, you flutter over to the sparrows’ nest,
- >and a very busy mother shoots daggers at you in between feeding her four babies.
- >She looks awfully busy…
- >You wonder if you’ll ever be a mother, with little Pegasus colts and fillies of your own to take care of.
- >…
- >That’s a question for another day.
- >Besides, as a pack of squirrels urgently make their way towards your cottage,
- >you know you’ve still got plenty to manage around here.
- ***
- “Oh man, when’s he gonna get here…?”
- >It’s already 6:30, and you’re slightly panicking. Well, not slightly.
- >You’ve done everything you can to prepare for him – took a nice, hot shower,
- >straightened out your mane, tidied up the house twice over, and for want of things to do,
- >a tray of chocolate chip cookies is currently sitting in the oven.
- >You pace back and forth around your living room,
- >peeking through the window every few seconds to check for his approach.
- >You’ve had to force yourself not to compulsively eat chocolates just out of anxiety –
- >this is the biggest day of your life, after all,
- >and re-reading his book has only made your MORE impatient in the meantime.
- “He gets off of work at five, but maybe he had overtime… yeah, yeah that makes sense. Don’t. Worry.”
- >A stray cat you’ve been looking after is eyeing you with apprehension,
- >swishing her tortoiseshell tail as you nervously await the man you love more than anything.
- >And then, almost out of nowhere, you smell something burning.
- “Ah! The cookies!!”
- >You rush back into the kitchen to find your oven smoking, and you frantically grab a mitt,
- >reaching for the blackened cookies and shutting off the stove.
- >The entire house smells of smoke, and just as you’re grabbing the sheet,
- >three sharp knocks at the door startle you into banging your head against the roof of the stove.
- >You scream in pain as the heat of the roof burns your scalp,
- >and you’re lucky to get away from the thing before falling onto the lowered door.
- >The last thing you see as you clutch your scalp, sobbing and senseless, is Anonymous,
- >rushing into the kitchen and quickly coming to your aid.
- ***
- >Some time later, you come to on your couch, cradled in your lover’s arms,
- >as he presses a bag of ice to your head and pets your cerise mane.
- “A-Anon..?”
- >”Shh, it’s alright, Fluttershy. You didn’t hurt yourself too bad.”
- >Tears well up again as you recall your own stupid mistakes.
- “I… I just wanted to surprise you with cookies.” He brushes away a tear from your cheek.
- “I got distracted waiting from you and I burned them and now my hair is burned and –“
- >”It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m just glad you’re okay. Your mane is a bit singed,
- >but other than that and a little bruising, you’re gonna be just fine.”
- >He continues rocking you, and you’re too ashamed to speak up to him.
- >”Fluttershy, you don’t have to cry. How did it happen?”
- “…Well, I waited too long to take them out and I smelled them burning,
- so I went to the stove and as you knocked I got startled and hit my head.”
- >”Hm. Don’t worry, Fluttershy, it’s not anyone’s fault. Accidents like this happen.”
- “I guess.. I just, you’re always fixing up my messes like this, helping me when I mess up.”
- >”Fluttershy, that’s alright. It’s really no trouble. You read the book like I asked, right?”
- >You nod.
- >”Well, you should be happy; if you want me to,
- >I can always be here to take care of you if something like this were to happen.”
- "I..would like that."
- >Suddenly, Anon gets rather serious.
- >”Fluttershy, I have something to ask you.”
- “Hm?”
- >Anon’s hands are fumbling behind his back, but his gaze is focused and unwavering.
- >It’s slightly intimidating.
- >”Will you serve me as your Master, and become my slave?”
- >There it is.
- >Without a single moment’s hesitation, you respond.
- “Yes. Master.”
- >Anon leans in for a kiss, and as you share a sweet, intimate moment,
- >you feel something strange around your neck, and hear a click.
- “Huh?”
- >The two of you break off.
- >”It’s your collar, Fluttershy. You’ll be kept in it whenever you’re not out in public… or maybe even then.”
- >You can’t get a good look at it, but it feels… strange.
- >Not painful, but just tight enough to be noticeable,
- >and as you swallow you feel an uncomfortable sensation against your throat. Obviously by design.
- “It’s… it’s wonderful, um, Master. Thank you.”
- >”You’re very welcome, Fluttershy.”
- >He flicks a tiny ring on its front.
- >”That’s for any leash or chain I decide to keep you on, and it can’t be removed without a key.
- >I tried to find the lightest metal collar I could that was comfortable for days on end.
- >Your head still hurt?”
- “Huh? Wow, I almost forgot about –“
- >”Good.” And he kisses you once again, diving into his beloved slave with wild abandon;
- >the feeling of his fingers against your sensitive flesh is unlike anything you’ve experienced,
- >and you’re as limp as a ragdoll under his touch,
- >cooing and moaning into his kiss as he slowly massages your thighs and teats.
- >Yet, suddenly, he stops.
- “Huh…?”
- >”Stand up, slave.”
- “Oh, um, yes, Master.”
- >You shuffle to your legs, demurely standing before your Master.
- >”Good girl. Now, grab that BDSM book and bring it to me.”
- >You begin to trot off toward your bedroom.
- >”Ah, ah, ah, what do we say, Fluttershy?”
- “Oh! Um, yes Master, sorry.”
- >”There’s a good little pony.”
- >The book is lying in your bed where you left it, and you grab it with your teeth,
- >running back toward your Master and laying it on his lap.
- >He pets your head, avoiding the burn and bruise mark.
- >”Thank you, Fluttershy. Now…”
- >you’re a little surprised to see Anonymous unzip his pants, shimmying out of his underwear to reveal his penis.
- >”I’m going to read for a little while, and you’re going to service me. Understand, slave?”
- “Yes, Master.”
- >You've only done this a couple of times… still, you’ve got to do the best you can for him,
- >and you take his cock in your hooves, softly rubbing it to life in front of you.
- >When you’ve gotten it fully erect, you lean in, taking a tentative lick up the underside of its shaft.
- “Like that, Master?”
- >”Yes, good work, Fluttershy. Keep doing exactly that, you don’t have to start sucking right now.”
- “Okay… Um, Master.”
- >You continue dutifully licking your Master’s shaft,
- >watching with excitement as it twitches from the stimulation of your long, slow strokes.
- >…
- >You’ve been going at it for a few minutes now, though Anon hasn’t said anything.
- “Um… do you want me to start sucking, Master?”
- >He looks down at you as you service him. “All right, sure.”
- >Taking him into your mouth, you give the best blowjob you can,
- >sucking and licking and bobbing your head onto him as diligently as your Master deserves.
- >Soon enough, you feel his hand press down on your head, and his groin convulses as a jet of warm,
- >sticky semen pools inside your mouth. Gently pulling yourself off, you look up at him for his reaction.
- >”You’re… certainly very enthusiastic. Still, I didn’t mean for you to make me cum just yet.”
- “Mmm!?”
- >Oh no. You screwed up. Stupid, stupid –
- >”It’s all right, Fluttershy.” Anon gently strokes your cheek, noting your upset reaction.
- >”Your mouth still full?” You nod. The taste is heavy and musky – you can’t say you particularly like it.
- >”Good, now swallow it.” Eugh. A good two ounces of cum slide down your throat.
- >”Don’t worry. You’ll learn to love it soon enough.” Anon looks distracted for a moment, before realizing something.
- >”Hmm, hey, go grab the bag I left on the ground outside. When you hurt yourself, I rushed in and left it there.”
- “O-okay.”
- >Walking to the door, you grimace out of sight of your Master.
- >You don’t think this bleachy taste is ever going to get good, but, he knows best.
- >Opening the door, a black paper shopping bag is lying on the ground.
- >You take it in your arms. It isn’t heavy, or rather large, but you’re sure you’ll learn its contents soon enough.
- “Here you go, Master.”
- >Anon rifles through the bag once you lay it down in front of him.
- >What he pulls out has you gasping in shock.
- >”You like it?”
- “It’s…”
- >It’s a black rubber plug – a flat base, a narrow neck, and a wide,
- >conical bulb that gradually tapers into a rounded point.
- >You’ve never seen anything like it before, but its purpose is as clear as Celestia’s day.
- “Is that… for me?”
- >”Of course. What do you think?”
- “It’s… nice. I don’t know…”
- >”Well, that makes sense. The important part is how it feels.”
- >Anon leans in and kisses you.
- >”But before we get to that… I’ve missed you today, my beautiful slave.”
- ***
- >As you lie on your back, your powerful Human lover holding you in his arms,
- >you feel happier and more at ease than any point in your life.
- >”You ready, Flutters?”
- >A timid nod is all that you can muster.
- >Anon flashes another of his dashing smiles, and slides his cock deep into your butt, burying himself to the hilt.
- >He wraps his arms around your back and clutches you tight as his penis pounds your hole,
- >and you’re overwhelmed by the pleasure – his endless, unrelenting thrusts,
- >the kind and gentle petting of your fur, and the feel of his massive chest against your body,
- >keeping you safe and comforted as he takes the body of his slave.
- >Oh, man…
- >His endurance is just… amazing – he can keep going for what feels like forever,
- >and even when you tense up, approach a peak, his pumping never ceases for a moment.
- >”You close, Fluttershy?”
- “Y-yes…”
- >Anon chuckles and reaches a hand down to your crotch,
- >rubbing and fondling your rapidly-winking clit as his maddening, incessant pounding pushes you over the edge.
- >Oh man...
- >Wetness stains the sheets as every muscle in your body convulses,
- >yet Anon doesn’t let go, teasing your hyper-sensitive button as he pounds your ass on your bed.
- >This continues for longer than you’d ever be able to handle –
- >these constant orgasms turn your mind into a mushy, thoughtless haze of pleasure.
- >Eventually, however, you feel his pace quicken atop you, and you re-focus for his own inevitable peak.
- >He says something… you aren’t quite sure what it is…
- >and you feel him convulse as he buries himself deep into your ass, spunk flowing freely into your depths.
- >…
- >……
- >………
- >”…Shy?”
- “Huh?”
- >”Fluttershy?”
- >You open your weary eyes to find yourself lying on your bed,
- >a fully-clothed Anonymous sitting next to you.
- “Anon?”
- >You try to get up and feel a painful pressure against your bottom.
- >Wait, he’s not sleeping with you, so –
- “Ow!”
- >”Fluttershy, just rest for a bit. I know you’re confused, so let me explain.”
- >You look down at your groin, where you see the fat base of a thick, black plug jutting out of your hole.
- “Wha?”
- >Anon brushes your mane reassuringly.
- >”That’s your plug, remember? After we finished, and you passed out, I sealed my seed inside of you with it.”
- “Oh. That’s… strange.”
- >You shift under the covers, and feel something wet and slimy trapped inside you by the toy.
- >”Don’t worry, it’ll be easier after a while. You’ll be doing this every time we’re together, understand?”
- “Um… yes, Master.”
- >”Now, you should get some practice walking around with a plug. Stand up.”
- >You obey his command, rising to your hooves; it certainly feels… strange.
- >”Try walking around the room, describe how it feels.”
- >You take a few tentative steps; the plug is certainly distracting, but not painful.
- >You don’t think you’d be able to fly with it very well at all.
- >”Well?”
- “It’s… not uncomfortable. A little hard to walk with is all.”
- >”That’ll get easier with time. You won’t be removing that plug for… well, ever, really.”
- “Wh –“
- >Your Master holds a finger to your lips.
- >”This is what I want, Fluttershy. Do you understand?”
- >You can’t fathom how he’s expecting you to do this, but…
- >Well, this is what you wanted.
- “Yes, Master.”
- >Anonymous smiles approvingly.
- >”Good girl. Now, prepare me a cup of tea. It’s good practice for wearing your plug.”
- “Yes, Master.”
- >He gives you a small kiss and ushers you from the room, butt plug swishing awkwardly in your gut.
- >All the time…? What about when you go outside, what about taking care of your animals?
- >Chamomile, Chai, Earl Grey, Oolong –
- >you rifle through your jars of tea leaves while your attention is in a very different place.
- >You’ll just have to ask him when you get back.
- >…wait a minute. Your eye scans over a tiny tin box labeled ‘Darjeeling’.
- >Darjeeling tea???
- >Did you really have such a delicacy in your cabinet this entire time?
- >Hmm… Anon is a coffee person, and this is valuable beyond words.
- >But then again, what better way to express your love than making your very finest?
- >Though what if he doesn’t notice it??
- >Or even worse, doesn’t like it at all? Oh, man…
- >”Fluttershy?”
- “EEP!”
- >Anon’s standing there, in the kitchen, oh, why is he in the kitchen???
- >”What’s taking you?”
- “Um… I was… just trying to decide which kinda tea you’d like.”
- >”Really? Well, black is fine, I guess. Whatever.”
- >Anon walks back to your bedroom, and you frantically set about preparing the Earl Grey –
- >two teaspoons of tea, one tablespoon of sugar, and eight ounces of 195°F water,
- >steeped between two to three minutes and strained into an empty cup.
- >Soon enough, you’ve got Master’s tea nice and ready, and you return to him in a hurry.
- “Here you are.”
- >He takes the cup from your hand and sips at it.
- “How is it?”
- >”Mmm, it’s fantastic. Is this why you took so long?”
- “Well, most ponies just use bags, but I prepare it with loose tea.
- >It takes a little longer, but the tea is better, I think.
- >”Well, I’d imagine it’s rather difficult with hooves.
- >If you want to teach me some time, I can take care of it from now on.”
- “Really? Um, sure!”
- >Master takes you by the chin and gives you a kiss. Tastes like Earl Grey, all right.
- >”Hey, how is your head?”
- >You’d totally forgotten about it… ugh, AND those cookies.
- “Oh, I’m fine now, I think. Just as long as nothing touches it.”
- >”And… how is your butt?”
- >You most certainly haven’t forgotten about that.
- “It’s… okay. The, um, sperm feels weird, Master.”
- >”I see.” He doesn’t respond to you directly, instead looking towards your closet.
- >”About wearing it all the time, I was serious about that.”
- “Um…”
- >”And I know you’re probably wondering about being in public.
- >Well, you’re going to be wearing clothes a lot more often –
- >as in, whenever you go out, unless you want that thick black toy peeking out for the town to see.”
- “…No, Master. But… what about my collar, then?”
- >The thin steel band is ever-present, a symbol of your status,
- >but still, you wonder about what people will think, as shy as you are.
- >”We’ll just have to tell our friends about everything. And the rest of the town? Who cares what they think.”
- “…”
- >”You okay, Fluttershy?”
- “Um… are you sure they’ll handle it well?”
- >”Of course they will, my little pony.”
- >Anon draws you into an embrace, one which never fails to put you at ease.
- >”We’re having lunch with them tomorrow.”
- “Tomorrow!?!?”
- >”Oh, and I’m hiring Big Mac to help move my stuff in.”
- “YOU’REMOVINGINWITHME?”
- >…
- >”…shy”
- >”……Fluttershy……”
- >Yeah, you’re out cold.
- ***
- >It’s a bright and sunny Tuesday morning, and you awaken to find Anonymous at your side,
- >flipping through the pages of “Reins” and sipping on a cup of coffee.
- >It takes you a few seconds to adjust to the collar and plug still snug and secure from yesterday.
- >”Good morning.”
- “Morning.”
- >You suddenly remember the reason you fell asleep so early.
- “Ah! Anonymous, when are you moving in!? What about your house, what about your stuff, what about –“
- >”Fluttershy. Calm down, now.”
- >Anon cuts off your panic attack before it starts, and turns to you in the bed.
- “Yes… Master.”
- >”Good girl. Now, we’re going to lunch with your friends, and we’re going to tell them about all of this.
- >I’m going to speak to Big Mac tomorrow, and have him help me move in whenever he can;
- >I’ve been speaking to a Manehattenite who’s interested in my house.”
- “Okay. Um, what about your work?”
- >”The office is only slightly farther from here than the old place. It’s not a big deal. Still…”
- >Anon lovingly strokes your mane and plants a kiss on your cheek.
- >”I’m sorry for springing this on you last night. That was inconsiderate of me.”
- “No, it’s okay…”
- >”Still, I’m supposed to be your protector. I promise it won’t happen again.”
- “…Okay. Thanks.”
- >Master can be stern, but it’s moments like this that prove to you it’s all worth it –
- >he really has your best interests at heart, in the end.
- “Oh, do you want me to pick out a dress?”
- >”That sounds lovely, Flutters.”
- ***
- >You’re trotting alongside your Master on the bright streets of Ponyville,
- >a pale-yellow dress draped over your back, hiding the plug sealed tight into your bum.
- >Master was gracious enough to remove your collar in public… for your friends, and all,
- >who you’re currently on your way to meet for lunch at a cozy little diner on the Eastern edge of town.
- >Anon rubs your back reassuringly; it’s just your friends, after all, and he promised to do the talking.
- >Still… moving in is a big change for anyone. You hope it goes over well.
- >The streets are lined with mares and stallions of all stripes.
- >None give Anonymous a second glance – reasonable, considering he’s been here for several months now.
- >If anything, more attention is directed your way – not for the plug,
- >thank Celestia, but for the garment meant to hide it. You shy away from glances and stay close to your Master.
- >You arrive in front of the place; in the window, you can already see Rarity and Pinkie chatting.
- >Anon heads in first, and you follow close behind.
- >”Ah! Fluttershy, Anonymous, we’ve been waiting. How are you?”
- >Rarity, of course, is the first one to speak up.
- >”I’m doing rather well.” Anon responds. When you don’t, he whispers,“…Shy?”
- “Oh! Um, I’m okay.”
- >That didn’t sound good at all.
- >”Take a seat, we got plenty ‘a room.”
- >AJ scootches into the bench and Rainbow’s side, who shoots her a mean look.
- >They obviously weren’t designed for seven people but you’ll have to make due.
- >”Ladies first, Fluttershy.”
- >Anon guides you into the seat like a gentleman, and then sits down himself at the end.
- >He’s trying not to squish you between himself and Applejack, but it’s a bit futile.
- >”So, have you girls ordered?”
- >”Well, we were waiting for you, so, uh, no, not really.”
- >Rarity puts an elbow into Twilight’s side.
- >”Oh, it’s fine, darlings, we wouldn’t want to be inconsiderate.”
- >A waiter Unicorn sees the full house and approaches, taking all your orders.
- >You went with a dandelion sandwich; most of your friends went with something… heartier.
- >Anon throws an arm over your shoulder, though the booth is a bit too small for comfort.
- >”So, Anonymous, you said you had something for us to talk about?”
- >”Yes indeed, Twilight. Flutters and I have big news to share with you.”
- >You see Twilight and Rarity share an odd, nervous glance. What’s that about?
- >”Well, before we get to all that, Fluttershy, I must say I am rather impressed at your ensemble this afternoon.”
- “Oh, thanks, Rarity.”
- >Little do any of them know its true purpose, currently squishing against the seat uncomfortably.
- >”So what’s the big news? Y’all gettin’ married?”
- >You hear Master choke on his water.
- >”No, no, nothing like that…”
- >”So what is it? What’s your super duper secret big news for us!?”
- >”Let’s wait for our food to arrive, Pinkie. Shouldn’t be too long.”
- >You can’t shake the feeling that Rarity and Twilight are acting a little strange.
- >Still… how would they suspect anything?
- >Idle chatter passes the time as you await your meals, Rainbow Dash unusually quiet.
- >The restaurant’s not very busy, so it doesn’t take all that long – it is the middle of Tuesday, after all.
- >Eventually, your plates arrive; a lot of salads, potatoes, and, in AJ’s case, apple fritters.
- >As the waiter departs, you all dig in…
- >Yep, it’s a dandelion sandwich, alright.
- >”So, whaddaya here to tell us about?”
- >Pinkie’s clearly the most excited of the bunch; on the other hand,
- >you’re a little irritated with Dash for not seeming to pay attention,
- >despite her usual boastfulness.
- >”Well, Fluttershy and I are… moving in together.”
- >The two athletic ponies next to you do a spit take.
- >”WHAT?”
- >”What she said!”
- >Anon places an arm over your shoulder and turns to Applejack and Rainbow Dash.
- >”I’m selling my house to a Manehattenite and moving into Fluttershy’s cottage.
- >We… really care for each other, and this is where we want to take our relationship.”
- >Rainbow Dash by this point is hovering out of her seat, mouth agape.
- >”Woo-hoo! Can I throw a moving party for you guys? Oh, it’s gonna be so much fun!”
- >”Sure thing, Pinkie. I’ve still got to finalize everything with the realtor,
- >then there’s the matter of getting my stuff out there. I don’t have much, really.
- >Still… AJ, will your brother be available any time soon?”
- >”Uh... the harvest is in full swing right now, so Ah’m not sure when that’ll work. I’ll ask ‘im, though.”
- >You nibble on your sandwich, trying to be as calm and inconspicuous as you can.
- >”S-so, uh, I’m… happy for you guys.”
- >”Yes… quite happy for the two of you…”
- >Anon glances suspiciously at the unicorns.
- >They don’t seem all that surprised, but thinking about why is just confusing you.
- >Pinkie continues to go on about her party idea, which, you’ll admit, sounds kind of fun.
- >You really want to talk to Rainbow Dash about this… she looks like she’s sulking.
- >The seven of you continue your meal for some time, the table a lopsided blend of excitement and unease.
- >Eventually, the server returns with the check; Anonymous pays for all of you.
- >He’s such a gentleman.
- >As you all make your exit into the streets of Ponyville,
- >Rainbow Dash flies off without a word. You hope she’s not too upset.
- >The earth ponies trot and bounce off to their respective homes, at which time, Twilight and Rarity corner you.
- >”I’m rather surprised you didn’t share the truth with the rest of them, Anonymous.”
- >”What are you talking about, Rarity?”
- >”Anon, please… when you checked out that book, I knew something was up.”
- >Twilight looks a little sad as she explains all this.
- >”So I went to Rarity about it…”
- >”…and I knew what was up the second I heard the title.”
- >Rarity steps toward you, aggressively.
- >”Fluttershy. Are you his slave?”
- >Oh, no. Oh no, oh god… what are you supposed to do? Anon merely looks down at you.
- >”You can answer Rarity’s question, Shy.”
- >…
- “Yes. I am.”
- >Rarity blinks.
- >”Very well.” Turning to Anon, “You’d best treat her well, Anonymous.”
- “He loves me, Rarity. You don’t have to worry.”
- >”Hmph. Good day, then.”
- >Rarity canters off, Twilight heading in another direction soon after.
- >What an unlikely morning.
- Fin
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