Title:           Fetish-shy, Fire
Author:          Tsarroman
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First Edit:      Monday 23rd of April 2012 10:36:34 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 23rd of April 2012 10:36:34 PM CDT

> chilling out at the lake
> suddenly, fluttershy
> "hey anon, look"
> she's carrying a big box of something
> "Twilight gave me these to have fun with"
> she sets the box down on the ground
> "first, I have to ask, are you afraid of fire?"
no
> she squeals with delight
> she lights a match, and touches it to a piece of the box
> she flies up high, to get a better view
Fluttershy, what's in the bo-
> a rocket goes soaring into the sky
> it explodes near to fluttershy
> she jumps and flees for cover
> more rockets shoot into the air
> I'm watching in enjoyment as fluttershy dodges fireworks
> she's a pro, could've used her back in 1945
> she gets out of the field of rockets
> all is well
> or is it?
> I notice a small flicker on her wing
> flame on
> her wings are on fire
> fluttershy freaks out, and flies right toward me
Fluttershy no, go to the water
> her flaming wing nearly buzzes my head
> she turns around and lands in the water
> she bobs her head out of the water, seemingly alright
You alright fluttershy?
> "y-yes, I'll be fine"
> no she won't
> when she gets out of the water, he wings are severely burnt
> so burnt, the nerves were destroyed
> her condition quickly worsens
> a pony ambulance comes immediately
> I ride with her in the back
> "am...am I gonna be ok Anon?"
yea, you'll be fine
> "so is fire not your fetish?"
> I tear up a little
no, it's not
> "oh sorry"
> I choke for a second
why do you have to go and do those crazy stunts?
> "I want you to like me"
> she goes unconscious
but you don't have to kill yourself for me
> she goes into intensive care
> I'm by her side as much as I can be
> she's released from the hospital a few weeks later
> her wings will make a full recovery, but for right now, she's naked on the wings
> I volunteered to be her assistant
> I have to rub a salve on her wings until the feathers come back
> she moans lightly as I rub on the cream
> she looks at me seductively
> "so anon, are wings your fetish?"
I've never seen you this naked before
> she blushes intensely and looks chagrin
> she didn't pull anything the entire time I was helping her
> Once she's recovered, life becomes normal again.