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First Date

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>Fluttershy zooms around her cottage, making sure everything looked nice for when Anon arrived.
>Anon was always such a good friend to her, and she developed feelings for him.
>After months and months, he had finally asked her out on a date.
>And, tonight was the night.
>She checks her mane in the mirror one more time.
>It was styled to the side, with flowers woven in.
>He'd love it for sure.
>Now, for the finishing touch.
>Opening a drawer, she opens a crystal vial of mare pheromone.
>She liberally applies it to her neck and mane.
>This would drive Anon wild for sure!
>She can't help but giggle in anticipation as she puts the bottle in her shoulder bag.
>Sitting on her sofa, she waits as patiently as she can for Anon to arrive.
~~~~~~~~~~~
>You are Anonymous.
>You were brought to Equestria almost two years ago now.
>To be honest, it's a pretty good living here.
>It took a while to get used to, but everyone here was incredibly friendly and helpful.
>Plus, there was Fluttershy.
>She's the kindest, most beautiful creature you've ever met, and you love her.
>In love with a pony; wouldn't your parents be proud?
>Checking your looks in the mirror one last time, you grab your sack of bits and head out.
----
>You stop by Roseluck's stall on the way over for a bouquet.
>Unsure of what Fluttershy would like, you go with the traditional red roses.
>Reaching her house, you take a few moments to check yourself over.
>Hair seems fine, clothes have no smudges, remembered your money, and brought her some flowers.
>You're golden.
>Taking a deep breath, you knock on her door.
>You hear a loud "eep" coming from inside, followed by a loud clattering.
>The knock must have startled her.
>You can faintly hear the ticking and tacking of items being replaced, and Fluttershy saying "Oh my oh my oh my" over and over.
>After about half a minute, the sound stops and you hear her softly clear her throat.
>The door swings open, and you see Fluttershy.
>She looks beautiful.
>"Hello Anon." she says bashfully.
"Hey, Fluttershy. You look beautiful tonight."
>She blushes deeply, but smiles.
>You kneel down, and hug her.
>She's soft and warm and smells like rancid piss.
>That last part takes you by surprise and you gag.
>You stand quickly, getting away from the smell before you puke.
>Fluttershy looks confused.
>"What's the matter, Anon?"
>What's the matter?
>Why the hell would she possibly smell that bad, that's the matter!
"Nothing!" you lie through your teeth. "Oh, and I brought you some roses!"
----
>"Oh, thank you, Anon, those look delicious!"
>What
>"But I'll wait until later to have them. I don't want to spoil my appetite for dinner."
>She takes them from your hand and puts them into an ice box.
>Oh, right.
>Pony.
>As she trots back over to her, you become aware of the smell again.
>Oh Christ that's nasty.
>But, you can do this; you're not going to be so petty as to let her smell get in the way of your first date.
"Ready to go?" you force a smile, even though your eyes are beginning to water.
>"I'm ready if you're ready."
"Ok, then lets go!"
>As you walk through town, you unconsciously try and keep your distance from Fluttershy.
>Thankfully, she doesn't seem to notice.
>She also doesn't seem to notice the looks she's getting from the few stallions you see.
>These aren't the usual "pony dating the human" stares you're used to.
>There's something almost lusty about them.
>You'll have to be careful.
>Finally, you reach the restaurant.
>You can't pronounce it's name, but it's a really fancy place.
>"Oh, Anon! You got reservations here!?"
>Wow, she seems excited.
>Looks like you made a good choice.
----
>Heading inside, you see a snooty looking pony standing behind a podium.
>He almost sneers as he sees you approach.
>"Do yew have a reseurvaztion?"
>You can hardly understand him with that accent.
"Yes. Anonymous. Table for two."
>He flips through the booklet in front of him.
>"Ah, yez, meestur Anonmoos!"
>He looks to Fluttershy.
>"And mees Flooturshy! I moost say, yew look very sexy tonight!"
>Fluttershy blushes furiously, and shrinks back behind you.
>This makes you notice her smell more than ever, but you ignore it.
"Alright, so." you say quickly, "Where do we sit."
>"Oh yez, of coorse, of coorse, right thees way!"
>You follow him through the restaurant, Fluttershy following so close it's hard to walk.
>More stares from the stallions, and by now, Fluttershy seems to notice.
>Finally, you reach your table, and sit down.
>It's not a very large table, and you can smell Fluttershy quite clearly.
>"Yoor waitur weel be with yew shortly."
>As he walks away, you sit with Fluttershy in awkward silence.
>Her smell is really starting to get to you, now, but you still don't want to bring it up.
"So. This place seems nice."
>Fluttershy nods, seemingly relieved you broke the tension.
>"Yes, it is. The nicest you can get without going all the way to Manehattan."
"Well... I hope the food is good."
>And with that, you fall back into smelly silence.
----
>"Can I take your order?"
>Both you and Fluttershy jump when the unicorn breaks your bubble of awkwardness.
>Fluttershy grabs her menu.
>"I'll have the onion soup with parsley, garlic stewed mushrooms, and a side of tulips, please."
>She glances over at you.
>"If that's alright with you, that is..."
"Of course, you can have what you want."
>"Alright," the waiter says, magically writing her order down with a quill.
>"How about you, sir?"
>You're really not in the mood to eat right now.
>Your stomach turns at the mere thought of trying to eat with this smell.
>But, you have to try and keep a pretty face on things.
"Uh, I'll have a salad. Extra lettuce, no hay or flowers.
>"Right. Your orders will be along shortly."
>As he leaves, you turn back to Fluttershy.
>She almost seems distressed.
"So. How are things?"
>"Fine." she says, softly.
"Ok... what about Angel Bunny? Still giving you a hard time?"
>This time she offers a small smile.
>"A little..."
>You smile, too, except yours is forced.
>The smell is getting to you, and you don't know how long you can take it.
----
>Finally, the waiter returns with your orders.
>Fluttershy has a feast before her, while you're left with a plate with lettuce piled onto it.
>Not even any dressing.
>Any other night, this would have pissed you off.
>Fluttershy is slowing eating her soup, so you should eat, too.
>You grab your fork and spear a piece of lettuce.
>Taking a bite, you immediately regret it.
>As soon as the food hits your upset stomach, you gag loudly, earning you a few approving stares.
>"Are you ok, Anon?"
"Yeah, of course! I just swallowed wrong."
>You need some fresh air.
"Hey, I'll be right back, ok? I need to take care of something."
>Without waiting for a reply, you get up and head for the bathroom.
~~~~~~~~~~~
>Fluttershy is distraught.
>The date isn't going well at all.
>Anon has been acting weird since he showed up at her house, and it's worrying her.
>What if he doesn't really like her?
>What if he doesn't really want to be with her?
>All she can do is try and win him over.
>She opens her should bag and takes out a bottle.
>A little more pheromone should help...
----
>Ok.
>You've breathed some clean air, and settled your stomach.
>You can do this.
>Leaving the bathroom, you head back toward the table.
>You see a young stallion talking to Fluttershy while she looks visibly distressed.
>Getting close, you can hear the conversation.
>"... head back to my place, and I'll show you the time of your life!"
>"Go away, please." Fluttershy says, barely audible.
>"Aww, come on baby, don't just shoot me down!"
>"I'm here with my date..." she says, shrinking down into her seat.
>"What, human? Come on, ditch that monkey! What have you got to lose?"
"You're about to lose something." You say, cracking your knuckles, gaining you even more disgusted stares.
>The stallion whips around to face you, but finds he only comes up to your waist.
>The size difference is enough to deter him, and he walks away without another word.
>You take your seat in front of Fluttershy and oh god the smell is even stronger than before.
"You ok?" you manage to ask without choking.
>She nods, slightly, but doesn't look at you.
>You reach over the table, and take one of her front hooves in your hand.
>You stroke the soft, downy fur with your thumb.
>Fight through the pain, fight through the pain!
>"Anon..."
>She smiles tenderly.
>You retch.
----
>Her face goes blank for a moment, until tears well up in her eyes.
>She pulls her hoof away, and runs away crying.
>The entire restaurant looks like they're trying to glare you to death as you struggle to stand from the undersized table and run after her.
>She hasn't gotten far by the time you run out onto the street.
"Fluttershy!"
>She doesn't stop.
>Sprinting after her, you slowly gain on her.
>She never could run that fast.
"Fluttershy, please!"
>"Just leave me alo-o-o-one!" she wails through her tears.
"Please, Fluttershy! Just talk to me!" you shout at her, tears beginning to build up in your own eyes.
>Thankfully, she listens, and her run slows down to a trot, before stopping.
>You close the gap to her, but keep your distance, lest she runs again.
>You take a moment to catch your breath.
"Fluttershy, what's wrong? Why won't you talk to me?"
>"B-b-because you-" her words jumble together as she cries.
"What? Because I what?"
>"BECAUSE YOU HATE ME!"
>You're taken aback as she shouts, but not nearly as much as her accusation.
"What!? Fluttershy, I don't hate you! I could never hate you!"
>"Then why are you acting so weird!?"
----
>Shit.
>She must have thought you were acting like that because you didn't want to be with her.
"It's not because I hate you."
>"Then why?" she says, choking on her words.
"Alright, fine. I was hoping to ignore the elephant in the room, I'll tell you."
>You sigh, as she stares at you expectantly, her crying finally slowing down.
"Fluttershy, you stink. Really bad."
>"What?" she says blankly, clearly not expecting that answer.
"You smell like a public restroom that hasn't been cleaned in a year. I didn't mention it to you because I didn't want to seem rude."
>"Oh..."
"Seriously, Fluttershy, how could you possibly smell this bad?"
>"I- but- well- I don't..."
>She stammers, confused.
>"Wait!"
>She pulls open her shoulder bag, and pulls out a bottle.
>"I used this mare pheromone, but it says it's guaranteed to drive stallions wild..."
>You can't help but chuckle.
"Fluttershy, I'm not a stallion. It wouldn't work on me anyway."
>She lets the bottle fall to the ground, and sits down on her haunches, defeated.
>It looks like she could burst into tears again at any moment.
>"But..." she finally speaks up.
>"You don't hate me?"
"Of course not. I love you, Fluttershy."
>A smile appears on her face, growing larger and larger, before she runs at you.
>You kneel down and open your arms, taking her into a tight embrace.
>"I love you too, Anon." she says, tears of joy streaming down her face.
>She's still soft, she's still warm, and she still smells like rancid piss.
>It finally gets to you and you vomit all over her.
THE END

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>Fluttershy zooms around her cottage, making sure everything looked nice for when Anon arrived.
>Anon was always such a good friend to her, and she developed feelings for him.
>After months and months, he had finally asked her out on a date.
>And, tonight was the night.
>She checks her mane in the mirror one more time. 
>It was styled to the side, with flowers woven in.
>He'd love it for sure.
>Now, for the finishing touch.
>Opening a drawer, she opens a crystal vial of mare pheromone.
>She liberally applies it to her neck and mane.
>This would drive Anon wild for sure!
>She can't help but giggle in anticipation as she puts the bottle in her shoulder bag.
>Sitting on her sofa, she waits as patiently as she can for Anon to arrive. 
~~~~~~~~~~~
>You are Anonymous.
>You were brought to Equestria almost two years ago now.
>To be honest, it's a pretty good living here.
>It took a while to get used to, but everyone here was incredibly friendly and helpful.
>Plus, there was Fluttershy.
>She's the kindest, most beautiful creature you've ever met, and you love her.
>In love with a pony; wouldn't your parents be proud?
>Checking your looks in the mirror one last time, you grab your sack of bits and head out.

----

>You stop by Roseluck's stall on the way over for a bouquet.
>Unsure of what Fluttershy would like, you go with the traditional red roses.
>Reaching her house, you take a few moments to check yourself over.
>Hair seems fine, clothes have no smudges, remembered your money, and brought her some flowers.
>You're golden.
>Taking a deep breath, you knock on her door.
>You hear a loud "eep" coming from inside, followed by a loud clattering. 
>The knock must have startled her.
>You can faintly hear the ticking and tacking of items being replaced, and Fluttershy saying "Oh my oh my oh my" over and over.
>After about half a minute, the sound stops and you hear her softly clear her throat.
>The door swings open, and you see Fluttershy.
>She looks beautiful.
>"Hello Anon." she says bashfully.
"Hey, Fluttershy. You look beautiful tonight."
>She blushes deeply, but smiles.
>You kneel down, and hug her.
>She's soft and warm and smells like rancid piss.
>That last part takes you by surprise and you gag.
>You stand quickly, getting away from the smell before you puke.
>Fluttershy looks confused.
>"What's the matter, Anon?"
>What's the matter?
>Why the hell would she possibly smell that bad, that's the matter!
"Nothing!" you lie through your teeth. "Oh, and I brought you some roses!"

----

>"Oh, thank you, Anon, those look delicious!"
>What
>"But I'll wait until later to have them. I don't want to spoil my appetite for dinner."
>She takes them from your hand and puts them into an ice box.
>Oh, right. 
>Pony. 
>As she trots back over to her, you become aware of the smell again.
>Oh Christ that's nasty.
>But, you can do this; you're not going to be so petty as to let her smell get in the way of your first date.
"Ready to go?" you force a smile, even though your eyes are beginning to water.
>"I'm ready if you're ready."
"Ok, then lets go!"

>As you walk through town, you unconsciously try and keep your distance from Fluttershy.
>Thankfully, she doesn't seem to notice.
>She also doesn't seem to notice the looks she's getting from the few stallions you see.
>These aren't the usual "pony dating the human" stares you're used to.
>There's something almost lusty about them.
>You'll have to be careful.
>Finally, you reach the restaurant.
>You can't pronounce it's name, but it's a really fancy place.
>"Oh, Anon! You got reservations here!?"
>Wow, she seems excited.
>Looks like you made a good choice.

----

>Heading inside, you see a snooty looking pony standing behind a podium.
>He almost sneers as he sees you approach.
>"Do yew have a reseurvaztion?"
>You can hardly understand him with that accent.
"Yes. Anonymous. Table for two."
>He flips through the booklet in front of him.
>"Ah, yez, meestur Anonmoos!"
>He looks to Fluttershy.
>"And mees Flooturshy! I moost say, yew look very sexy tonight!"
>Fluttershy blushes furiously, and shrinks back behind you.
>This makes you notice her smell more than ever, but you ignore it.
"Alright, so." you say quickly, "Where do we sit."
>"Oh yez, of coorse, of coorse, right thees way!"
>You follow him through the restaurant, Fluttershy following so close it's hard to walk.
>More stares from the stallions, and by now, Fluttershy seems to notice.
>Finally, you reach your table, and sit down.
>It's not a very large table, and you can smell Fluttershy quite clearly.
>"Yoor waitur weel be with yew shortly."
>As he walks away, you sit with Fluttershy in awkward silence.
>Her smell is really starting to get to you, now, but you still don't want to bring it up.
"So. This place seems nice."
>Fluttershy nods, seemingly relieved you broke the tension.
>"Yes, it is. The nicest you can get without going all the way to Manehattan."
"Well... I hope the food is good."
>And with that, you fall back into smelly silence.

----

>"Can I take your order?"
>Both you and Fluttershy jump when the unicorn breaks your bubble of awkwardness.
>Fluttershy grabs her menu.
>"I'll have the onion soup with parsley, garlic stewed mushrooms, and a side of tulips, please."
>She glances over at you.
>"If that's alright with you, that is..."
"Of course, you can have what you want."
>"Alright," the waiter says, magically writing her order down with a quill. 
>"How about you, sir?"
>You're really not in the mood to eat right now.
>Your stomach turns at the mere thought of trying to eat with this smell.
>But, you have to try and keep a pretty face on things.
"Uh, I'll have a salad. Extra lettuce, no hay or flowers.
>"Right. Your orders will be along shortly."
>As he leaves, you turn back to Fluttershy.
>She almost seems distressed.
"So. How are things?"
>"Fine." she says, softly.
"Ok... what about Angel Bunny? Still giving you a hard time?"
>This time she offers a small smile.
>"A little..."
>You smile, too, except yours is forced.
>The smell is getting to you, and you don't know how long you can take it.

----

>Finally, the waiter returns with your orders.
>Fluttershy has a feast before her, while you're left with a plate with lettuce piled onto it.
>Not even any dressing.
>Any other night, this would have pissed you off.
>Fluttershy is slowing eating her soup, so you should eat, too.
>You grab your fork and spear a piece of lettuce.
>Taking a bite, you immediately regret it.
>As soon as the food hits your upset stomach, you gag loudly, earning you a few approving stares.
>"Are you ok, Anon?"
"Yeah, of course! I just swallowed wrong."
>You need some fresh air.
"Hey, I'll be right back, ok? I need to take care of something."
>Without waiting for a reply, you get up and head for the bathroom.
~~~~~~~~~~~
>Fluttershy is distraught.
>The date isn't going well at all. 
>Anon has been acting weird since he showed up at her house, and it's worrying her.
>What if he doesn't really like her?
>What if he doesn't really want to be with her?
>All she can do is try and win him over.
>She opens her should bag and takes out a bottle.
>A little more pheromone should help...

----

>Ok.
>You've breathed some clean air, and settled your stomach.
>You can do this.
>Leaving the bathroom, you head back toward the table.
>You see a young stallion talking to Fluttershy while she looks visibly distressed.
>Getting close, you can hear the conversation.
>"... head back to my place, and I'll show you the time of your life!"
>"Go away, please." Fluttershy says, barely audible.
>"Aww, come on baby, don't just shoot me down!"
>"I'm here with my date..." she says, shrinking down into her seat.
>"What, human? Come on, ditch that monkey! What have you got to lose?"
"You're about to lose something." You say, cracking your knuckles, gaining you even more disgusted stares.
>The stallion whips around to face you, but finds he only comes up to your waist.
>The size difference is enough to deter him, and he walks away without another word.
>You take your seat in front of Fluttershy and oh god the smell is even stronger than before.
"You ok?" you manage to ask without choking.
>She nods, slightly, but doesn't look at you.
>You reach over the table, and take one of her front hooves in your hand.
>You stroke the soft, downy fur with your thumb.
>Fight through the pain, fight through the pain!
>"Anon..."
>She smiles tenderly.
>You retch.

----

>Her face goes blank for a moment, until tears well up in her eyes.
>She pulls her hoof away, and runs away crying.
>The entire restaurant looks like they're trying to glare you to death as you struggle to stand from the undersized table and run after her.
>She hasn't gotten far by the time you run out onto the street.
"Fluttershy!"
>She doesn't stop.
>Sprinting after her, you slowly gain on her.
>She never could run that fast.
"Fluttershy, please!"
>"Just leave me alo-o-o-one!" she wails through her tears.
"Please, Fluttershy! Just talk to me!" you shout at her, tears beginning to build up in your own eyes.
>Thankfully, she listens, and her run slows down to a trot, before stopping.
>You close the gap to her, but keep your distance, lest she runs again.
>You take a moment to catch your breath.
"Fluttershy, what's wrong? Why won't you talk to me?"
>"B-b-because you-" her words jumble together as she cries.
"What? Because I what?"
>"BECAUSE YOU HATE ME!"
>You're taken aback as she shouts, but not nearly as much as her accusation.
"What!? Fluttershy, I don't hate you! I could never hate you!"
>"Then why are you acting so weird!?"

----

>Shit.
>She must have thought you were acting like that because you didn't want to be with her.
"It's not because I hate you."
>"Then why?" she says, choking on her words.
"Alright, fine. I was hoping to ignore the elephant in the room, I'll tell you."
>You sigh, as she stares at you expectantly, her crying finally slowing down.
"Fluttershy, you stink. Really bad."
>"What?" she says blankly, clearly not expecting that answer.
"You smell like a public restroom that hasn't been cleaned in a year. I didn't mention it to you because I didn't want to seem rude."
>"Oh..."
"Seriously, Fluttershy, how could you possibly smell this bad?"
>"I- but- well- I don't..."
>She stammers, confused.
>"Wait!" 
>She pulls open her shoulder bag, and pulls out a bottle.
>"I used this mare pheromone, but it says it's guaranteed to drive stallions wild..."
>You can't help but chuckle.
"Fluttershy, I'm not a stallion. It wouldn't work on me anyway."
>She lets the bottle fall to the ground, and sits down on her haunches, defeated.
>It looks like she could burst into tears again at any moment.
>"But..." she finally speaks up.
>"You don't hate me?"
"Of course not. I love you, Fluttershy."
>A smile appears on her face, growing larger and larger, before she runs at you.
>You kneel down and open your arms, taking her into a tight embrace.
>"I love you too, Anon." she says, tears of joy streaming down her face.
>She's still soft, she's still warm, and she still smells like rancid piss.
>It finally gets to you and you vomit all over her.

THE END

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