The Second Day of Peace part 13

Ugh, you wouldn't believe how long it took to write this, I've had to delete so much content, edit, edit and MORE FUCKING EDIT! Irritating to say the least, but here it is. I know there are some folks that have been dying for the next part. I can only hope that it was worth the wait.

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>You are Anon.

>And you found out the hard way why you should never go shopping with Fluttershy.

>Dash warned you a looong time ago.

>Not only that, but Vinyl is just as bad.

>They both have you carrying their stuff they bought.

>You’re carrying about eight jillion bags of shit they don’t need in each hand.

>You’ve got some bags wrapped around your neck as well as carrying a few in your mouth by their handles.

>Even though your feel drained, you’re not quite out of breath.

>Your hands are going numb as you do your best to keep up with the mares.

>The sweat on your brow is running just over your left eyelid.

>That’s gonna sting.

>So, how did this happen again?

>That pesky adorable factor in mares. It’s so cheating.

>You have decided to direct every drop of pure hatred that’s in the very depths of your soul to it.

>As you shook your head in embarrassment, you recall the moment they looked at you, displaying those sad begging eyes that tug at your heartstrings.

>You were sitting in a chair, reading some magazine while in a clothing store for mystical creatures.

>Not paying much attention to Fluttershy and Vinyl, they were like kids in a candy store.

>You never thought you could see mares be so giddy over shopping. Heck, they acted like they were best friends.

>Shopping is a magical thing for the ladies.

>The sound of shopping bags rustles about as they approached you.

>”Anon, can you carry our stuff?” Fluttershy asked.

“Pfff, no.”

>You turn the page of the magazine, not even worrying about what’s going on.

>A white hoof hangs over the top of the magazine and slowly pulls the magazine down.

>You groan then look up and you wish you didn’t.

>”Puh-leeeaaase Anon? Can you carry our stuff? Pwease?” They pleaded in unison with the cutest faces.

>From that point on you were putty in their hooves.

>Why do you have to be a sucker for sad eyes?  

>Oh well, at least they didn’t ask for money. That would have been a different story.

>So here you are, following Vinyl and Fluttershy back to the castle, it’s nearly nightfall.

>Carrying their entire shopping spree… Somehow.

>You can’t help but notice their flanks swaying back and forth in a smooth motion.

>Is it bad that you’re staring? They’re right in front of you after all.

 

>”Ugh, Anon hurry up! We’re almost there!” Vinyl commanded.

>With a groan, you pick up your speed from crippled snail to drunken sluggish bum.

“Nnnmmmffnnnmmffmm.”

>Fuck she needs to stop being bossy.

>Vinyl looks over to Fluttershy. ”What did he say?”

>”He said stop being so bossy,”Fluttershy responded.

>You’re not even going to bother questioning how she knows that.

>Vinyl looks back at you, putting on a weak smile.

>”Heh heh, sorry, I can be in a bit of a rush sometimes.”

>The guards open the double doors, snickering at the sight of you.

>Those fuckers could have helped.

>Just as you were walking through the double doors, that drop of sweat finally reaches your left eye.

>You blink a few times as you scream internally in pain.

>Your eye curses the Gods of Madness for the cruel and unusual punishment as the intense sting turns your left eye red.

>In a matter of minutes you’re in the hallway, headed to Vinyl’s room.

>”So Fluttershy, what are you and Anon gonna do after my performance?”

>”Weeeell, Anon does owe me one more belly rub.”

>”Is it amazing?”

>”Vinyl, even Celestia and Luna requests it. What does that tell you?”

>Vinyl looks back at you yet again.

>”I want one,” she demanded.

“Mmmnnnmmffmmnnnff?”

>Vinyl looks toward Fluttershy again.

>”Translation?”

>”He said sure why not.”

>Vinyl chuckles, looking back at you.

>”Sweeeet, can’t wait.”

>You give her a humble nod as you continue with your stride.

 

>Minutes later, you arrive at Vinyl’s room still feeling like a packed mule.

>Vinyl opens the door and the three of you walk in.

>She flips on the light switch so all of you can see.

>You take a gander of your surrounding and to your left you spot a comfy red couch.

>You couldn’t put the shopping bags down any faster once the thought of getting a well-deserved break came to mind.

>Without a second thought, you walk over to the couch and collapse on it.

>You let out a sigh as you roll on your back, stretching your legs out along the length of the couch.

“Yeeess, couch, aaah you’re so good to me.”

>Vinyl giggles up a storm, nudging Fluttershy’s side.

>”Hey Fluttershy, looks like you got competition.”

 

 

>”I doubt it, Anon wouldn’t cheat on me.”

>You give her your ‘seriously?’ look, some days you wonder if her being shy is just an act to fool everyone.

“Flutters, could you be more delusional?”

>She doesn’t respond to your question right away, only trots over to you.

>She places a front hoof on your chest, giving you an innocent smile.

>”Relax okay? Just teasing you is all; I can’t have a little fun?”

>You only respond with a deadpan stare, letting her know you mean business.

>She keeps smiling, rubbing the same hoof on the bottom of your chin.

>Holy bunny baby bottom her hooves are soft and smooth.

>Have they always been that way? Why are you just now noticing?

>”Come oooon, don’t be mad at momma.”

>You do your best to resist the urge to smile, because that was fucking cute as a basket of kittens.

>Hold the deadpan stare damn it!

>She moves her face closer to yours, her cheeks reddening in the process.

>She plants the same hoof on your nose with her eyes glued on yours.

>”Boop, heehee.”

>The cuteness is strong with this one.

>But you’ve got this; you maintain the emotionless stare.

>You draw your hatred from the deepest darkest part of your soul’s being.

>The part where an arch demon is standing on top of a carved mountain of Zalgo Jesus.

>He’s in the middle of playing an epic guitar solo with guitar strings that are stained with the blood of the innocent.

>”FIIIYAAAAH!!!”

>The guitar shoots to the sky dark purple lightening that’s pure in hatred and anger which courses through your whole body to your face to keep the emotionless stare going.

>And still, a smile slowly creeps on your face and you blushed, hard.

“Fuck, that’s adorable,” you said under your breath.

>You have failed. It wasn’t enough, besides you can’t afford another cuteness overload.

>”Can you stick around while we go through all this?”

“Sure Flutters. I’m guessing I’ll be carrying your stuff back to our room?”

>”If it’s not a bother, although you seem pretty tired.”

 “Eh, it’s no big deal. I’ll just stare at the back of my eyelids while you mares do your thing.”

>Before you can blink properly, you find yourself being hugged by the yellow pegasus.

>Her forelegs wrap around your neck tightly as she squee’d in your ear.

>”Anon, you’re the best,” she said with glee in her voice.

>She lets go of you allowing her hooves to land on the floor.

>You put your hands behind your head, crossing your legs as they’re stretched out, relaxing even more as you lean back.

 

 

 

 

>That just made your day, you and Fluttershy have the most confusing relationship.

>One minute she can call you ‘sexy’ and your first response would be tossing her out the nearest window.

>However the next minute when she hugs you and tells you you’re the best, suddenly you feel awesome and loved and other fuzzy feely things you don’t care to mention.

>Feelin’ like a boss.

>Having a smug smile no less.

“Yeah, I know.”

>Vinyl groans while facehoofing, probably annoyed from you and Fluttershy.

>”Oh for the love of Luna, will you two just rut already? I can’t take all this flirting.”

“Never.”

>”In due time, Vinyl.”

“Don’t you two have stuff to sort out?”

>”Ah right!” Fluttershy shouted, turning away from you.

>Fluttershy picks up a few bags to begin sorting; Vinyl does so as well.

>For the next ten minutes, you rested while the two went through items that they bought.

>Yeah, with all the stuff they bought, some things are going to get mixed up.

>From clothes, accessories and the like.

>Fluttershy must be secretly loaded; you’ve never seen her spend so much.

>At the moment however, you’re too tired to even care.

>You were busy breaking in the couch, going through your notes to self that you’ve kept in your mental filing system.

>Then it finally dawned on you that your music idol wants you to give her a belly rub.

>Spit take internally.

>Holy. Fucking. Shit.

>You gotta bring your S game when it comes to her. No way in hell you’re letting her down.

>You look forward to her performance tonight, she admitted she was a little nervous.

>Since you’re a loyal fan, she can expect you to be there. You love that mare.

>You have reason to; every time you hear her music she makes love to you.

>Again, you’re okay with this. She can make love to you anywhere she desires.

>She can make love to you on this couch, in her bed, at every table in Sugarcube Corner, in the playground at the school, in the mayor’s office while she’s there, on every bench at the park.

>In the gazebo, in your bed at your house, on your house’s roof, in Celestia’s bed, on the moon, on every available surface in Fluttershy’s cottage, in a courtroom that’s in the middle of a murder trial and so many more places you don’t feel like listing.

 

 

 

>No matter where, if she wants to make love to you you’ll be more than okay with it and gladly let her take advantage of you.

>Yes that is meant to sound as dirty as possible because really, Vinyl is that awesome so she gets a pass this one time.

 

>Then you thought about that tea you had earlier. You’re not even buzzed in the slightest.

>But you’re not gonna lie, it was amazing. Best damn tea you had in your life, it was worth every bit.

>Sashay did say that it’ll fuck you up, but you’re not sure how.

>Your mind continued to go where it wished, which went straight to Fluttershy.

>Her smile, her eyes, her unbelievably soft hooves.

>How well she knows you, thanks her relentless pursuit to win you over.

>The methods she has used, the past few days since your second annual Day of Peace.

>Her fetish guessing and her role-playing. Jeez it felt like something straight out of porn.

>And then you think about that picture she hid in your luggage with her tail lifted high for you to get a good look.

>Oh that Fluttershy.

>So… silly.

 

>The nerve of her to think she’s all that and a tray of cinnamon toast.

>Cinnamon toast that can’t have yet because of the stupid diet she put you on for a month.

>You wouldn’t be on that diet if it wasn’t for Fluttershy’s stupidly broken soul-piercing, fear inflicting stare.

>The stare that bends you to her will, forcing you to submit without mercy.

>The stare the binds down your soul and scolds you for being so naughty.

>The stare that-

>Suddenly, you feel blood flow to your nether region stirring a response.

>…

>Oh for fuck’s sake, you need to find a new fetish.

>Swiftly you roll on your stomach to hide your growing erection.

>Fluttershy caught a glimpse however.

>She stops going through one of the shopping bags to watch you closely.

>”Anon? You okay over there?” she inquired.

>You’re sweating bullets trying to appear as casual as possible.

>You reach into the crack of the couch with a hand.

“Wh-what? Oh umm, yeah, I’m just reaching in the crevice of this couch to get a bit that dropped out of my wallet.”

>She smirks, trotting over to you as you pretend to reach into the couch.

>Vinyl is still going through some stuff, oblivious to what’s happening.

>At least you think she’s clueless, you can’t quite tell where Vinyl’s looking when she wears her ridiculously cool shades that you’re not worthy of wearing.

 

>You tried them on today and you got tingles wearing her trademark shades, in fact you almost fainted when you reached for them but you manage to play it off.

>Anyways, Fluttershy stops just short of you and looks at you, moving her head closer to your ear.

>”You think I didn’t see that, Anon?” she whispered.

>You turn your head to her and you decided to play dumb.

“I totally don’t know what you’re talking about, why, whatever do you mean?” you responded in a whisper.

>She raises an eyebrow in suspicion, her eyes shift up and down for a quick scan of you.

>”Mmmhhmm, suuure.”

>Yeah, she’s not buying it, even if it was on sale.

“Can we talk about this later?”

>”As you wish.”

>She walks away; going back to sifting between whose stuff is whose.

>In the meantime, you’re trying to keep yourself under control.

>It wasn’t easy due to the fact that the thought of Fluttershy being in suggestive positions kept reoccurring.

>Not only that but Vinyl got in there somewhere with her half lidded eyes and a devious smirk across her face.

>You find it disturbing that you’re fantasies is starting to involve ponies more now.

>Fuck, this is one hell of an uphill battle. It has been too long since you got some.

>It’s tough trying to keep your non-horsefucker status, some days you wish you can just toss your taboo out the window for a day.

>And Fluttershy’s flirty behavior certainly isn’t helping. If anything she’s just adding the pressure to make you give in.

>And you’re body isn’t ready for Vinyl’s awesomeness but the thought of her acting like Fluttershy in means of trying to get the D is causing some conflictions within you.

>Luckily, thanks to dead kittens it killed the merciless monster in your pants; it was starting to get uncomfortable.

 

 

>Finally after nearly half an hour, the ladies finished up, having all their items separated.

>A bit too soon for you, because you were diggin’ the couch.

>Fluttershy carries her new belongings and places them next you turns out to be a lot less.

>Your neck and teeth will get a little break thank goodness.

>”Whenever you’re ready or is that bit still being elusive?”

“I got it, let’s go.”

>You plant your feet on the floor then grab her stuff by the handle.

>You check to make sure you have a good grip on everything then stand up.

“Later Vinyl, can’t wait for tonight!”

>”You know it! Oh and umm remind me to teach you the ways of the wub later, it slipped my mind today.”

“Sounds good to me, maybe we can pull an all-nighter for you to show me?”

>”We’ll see Anon, we’ll see. Oh and try not to drink too much alright?”

“Pff, I wish.  It’s the stupid diet Ol’ Flutters got me on, later Versus Mode.”

>”Later Anon, and remember it starts at eight, so you have a few hours of alone time to spend with your marefriend.”  

>You do your best not to roll your eyes then walk to the door and out of Vinyl’s room with Fluttershy following close behind.

>She closes the door behind you two then trots up beside you to your right.

>After that you two got busy walking, but not necessarily in a rush.

>You’re not really looking forward to spending a couple of hours in a bedroom…with her…alone.

 

>”So, it’s just me and you huh?”

“Yeah.”

>”Hey wanna go get that drink we were talking about earlier after we put up everything? You know, just to relax.”

“Sounds good to me, but what happened to that dreadful diet you put me on?”

>”I do believe I said no crazy Rarity drinks. Rarity isn’t here is she?”

“Point made. But Flutters, I gotta tell you, I hate this diet.”

>”It’s only for a month honey. You’ve gone a week with only eating one piece of cinnamon toast and a cupcake, so far so good.”

>Ah yes, the little cupcake incident that happened two days after you started your diet.

>You’d rather not recall that one, that’s when she used the stare on you.

“If it wasn’t for that stare, I swear.”

>”I know I know, but I’m doing this because I love you. Anon, you and I both know that if your health crumbles you won’t have much of a backup plan, it’s kind of scary when you think about it.”

“You’re gonna have to sweeten the pot here, what else am I getting out of this?”

>”Well, I could make my soup whenever you want it.”

“F-Flutters, don’t play with me.”

>”I’m not.”

“Oh good, gooood. That soup is so good I forgot to describe it the first time I tasted it.”

>”Want me to make some when we get back?”

“Yes please and when you do, take your time. It’s worth it; it’s just so frickin’ Godly. I’m getting tingles just thinking about it.”

>You really were getting tingles just thinking about it.

>Seriously, that fucking soup very well could be the reason why you go horsefucker.

>Yeah, it’s THAT good.

 

>”Is the pot sweet enough for you?”

“Make it sweeter.”

>”If you make it until the end of the month, I’ll give you the recipe to make it.”

“Okay now you’re just messin’ with me.”

>”I’m serious, but you have to make it the entire month.”

“Curses, is the month over yet?”

>She flutters up beside you and gently shoves your shoulder.

>”No, not yet.”

“Okay….how about now?”

>She giggles to herself and blushes. “Oh Anon, you’re so silly sometimes.”

“What? I really want the recipe.”

>”You will sweetie, you will IF you make to the end of the month.”

“You mean when I make to the end of the month.”

>”We’ll see. You’re just determined aren’t you?”

“You’re damn right; I don’t think you know what you caused. In case you haven’t guessed, I love that soup.”

 

>”Oh I know, I kinda suspected something when you had three more bowls back to back. Three huge bowls that is, you barely left any for me.”

“Heh heh. Sorry.”

>”Don’t worry about that hun, it was nice to see.”

“Really now?”

>”Mhm, it made it seem like we were a couple staying inside enjoying each other’s company.”

“Oh God did I just step knee deep into a sappy convo?”

>She nudges your side again as the two walk along.

>”What’s wrong with a sappy conversation?”

“Everything.”

>”Oh come on Anon, it’s not so bad.”

“Yes it is. After nearly a year being to myself, I seem to be stepping left and right into them.”

>”Sweetie, in case you haven’t noticed, you’re family to the other Elements of Harmony, even Applejack.”

“Don’t remind me, but I guess she can be cool when she wants to be.”

>”Can’t you see? You’re part of a haaappy loooving familyyyy,” she said in a sing song like tone.

“Oh piss off, I hate you guys.”

>Fluttershy shoves your shoulder jokingly yet again; you stumble to the side a little then continue with your stride.

>”You don’t mean that and you know it.”

“Shuddup.”

>”You’re telling me it didn’t feel nice to have somep0ny in your house cooking for you?”

“Weeell-”

>”Okay let me rephrase that, didn’t it feel lovely to have me cooking my homemade soup for you because I love you so much and want to take care of you?”

“Damn it, you’re putting me into a corner here.”

>”Mhm, that’s what I thought. It’s okay to admit you loved it, you know.”

“Okay, fine I’ll admit it, it was lovely. I almost said ‘honey I’m home’ when I got back from Twilight’s place.”

>”Awww, really?”

“Yes really. For once my home didn’t feel like an empty house.”

>She flutters in front of you facing toward you with sparkles in her eyes.

>”Well look at you warming up to the idea of us being a couple.”

“Let’s not pole vault to conclusions. Now are you done with this sappy crap?”

>”For now, honey, for now.”

“Good.”

>”Now let’s hurry up, I’m really craving that drink right now.”

“You can say that again.”

 

 

>You arrive at your bedroom minutes later; you plan on just dropping off her shit then head to the nearest mini bar in this castle.

>Fluttershy opens the door for you and you walk in the room then put the bags down at her side of the bed.

>Fluttershy flips on the light switch, lighting up the room.

>How you were able to make it to her side of the bed without stumbling into anything is beyond you.

>Actually, it’s not. It’s because you got ninja skills. They just so happened to go M.I.A when you stumbled into that chair at Lady Laleh’s Luxurious Tea Lounge.

>There are just way too many L’s in that name.

>You take a look around and you realized this place could use some cleaning.

>The bed sheets bundled up hanging off the bed, some pillows lying on the floor.

>Your pile of clothes in a chaotic mess as your suitcase was halfway open.

>Didn’t they have maids here to take care of this?

“Did a storm blow through here?”

>”No silly, just us having a little fun.”

>You shudder from the thought of what happened earlier.

>Hell, your ass still stings a little from the insane bedroom shenanigans.

“Har har.”

>She flutters up behind you, her front hooves gently land on your shoulders.

>”Don’t be so upset, Noony.~”

“What is the deal with all these pet names?”

>”It’s just a way to remind you that you belong to me.”

“Flutters I belong to no one.”

>Without much of a warning, you feel her soft lips give you a gentle peck on your left cheek.

>What scares you is the fact that you blushed deeply. That and you’re getting butterflies in your stomach…again.

>The picture of Fluttershy with her tail lifted flies into your mind’s eye.

>And from that, boner activity becomes afoot when you have thoughts of piercing into that glorious plo-

>Oh God…

>Good God almighty you can’t get her off your mind to save your life.

>You’re brought back to reality when you hear her laugh flirtatiously in your ear causing you to bite your bottom lip.

>“Well, seems to me that I am ‘no one’.”

>You roll your eyes then walk over to your pile of mess you call clothes that are at your bedside and gather what you’ll wear at Vinyl’s performance.

>Just a blue collared shirt and jeans, nothing too fancy anyway.

>Fluttershy dives onto her side of the bed and lies on her back while you do so.

“I’m going to take a nice hot shower; I’ll be back in a few.”

>”Wh-what about our little drink?” she asked frowning a bit.

“It’s just a quick shower to freshen up.”

>”Okay, can I-“

“No, you can’t join me.”

>”Actually, I was gonna ask if I can read that book you can’t seem to put down.”

“Oh th-the book, yeah go ahead, it’s on my nightstand.”

 

>You turn around and begin your stride to bathroom door.

>”Anon?” she calls out.

>You turn to her for a moment to see what she wants.

“Yeah?”

>”Just wanted you to know that I’m not always trying to get in your pants.”

“I can never be too careful. I’ll be back.”

>She beams at you, looking adorable as ever.

>”Be quick about it, I really want that drink.”

“Alright, alright.”

>You walk into the bathroom then close the door behind and lock it.

>Just in case she actually tries to trot in and join you in the shower.

>You toss your clothes on a shelf then get the shower started to wash the walk off of you.

>Time to freshen up once again today.

 

 

*Meanwhile, back in P0nyville*

 

>You are Rainbow Dash.

>Sitting at a table at Twilight’s place with your friends.

>Chatting about how and when it would be a good time to tell Fluttershy Anon’s fetish.

>Rarity however isn’t here, probably busy with sewing.

>”Well Ah think we should wait ‘til they git back.”

>”Can’t we just write a letter?” Twilight suggested.

“Good idea, I’ll fly it over, the sooner the better.”

>You’re gonna tease the fuck out of him, it’s just golden.

>It’s an opportunity you just can’t pass up.

>Why? His reactions are priceless.

>Anon: The best source of entertainment in Equestria.

>A knock at the door is heard.

>”It’s open! Come on in!” Applejack shouted.

>The door opens and Rarity sticks her head out into the room then opens it fully so everyp0ny there can bask in her stunning glory.

>You’ll give her that, she’s always looking good.

>From a non-gay point of view she’s beautiful and anyp0ny would be lucky to have her.

>Once she stepped inside, Pinkie makes pig noises, oinking, snorting and the like.

>Instantly everyp0ny at the table snickers recalling what happened during the night of chaos and where Rarity was found the next day.

>After a crazy night, everyp0ny at the after party but Applejack and Rarity were at Sugarcube Corner, just when the group was wondering where they were, Applejack bursts through the door shouting ‘You won’t believe where Rarity is!’

 

 

>The group followed Applejack to Sweet Apple Acres to a pig pen and there Rarity was found snuggling a pig with a smile on her face with mud and Celestia knows what else in her mane and fur.

>Ah, good times.

>”Oh you all can just lick it!” Rarity shouted in anger.

>”Why, Rarity! There’s no need to get all wrapped up like a pig in a blanket,” Pinkie said trying to hide her laughter.

>”Oh Pinkie please, stop,” Twilight said. “You’re bacon me laugh!”

>Rarity makes it to the table clearly annoyed and has a seat, sitting to the left of you.

>”Oh come on, can we let that go? It’s really immature,” Rarity protested. “And I find it rather cruel that you chose to use such a dark joke, Twilight.”

“But Rarity, it’s hard to PIG a good joke out of the bunch!”

>”Ugh, At least /try/ to use good puns,” Rarity said while rolling her eyes.

>Applejack starts slapping a front hoof on the table as tears of laughter run down her face, everyp0ny else but Rarity seems to be doing the same.

>You recall Rarity’s reaction when she woke up. She quickly trotted out of pig pen shaking off dirt and whatever else was on her, the whole time she was shouting curse words.

>Applejack had to use the water hose on her to clean her up, Applejack couldn’t stop laughing at the fact that Rarity woke up dirtier than her for once in her life.

>Alcohol makes Rarity do the craziest things.

>”It’s not that funny,” Rarity said bluntly.

>Finally all of you calm down with laughter, Rarity made it perfectly clear that she wasn’t amused.

“So what brings you by Rarity? Try not to…HOG up all our time.”

>”UGH!” Rarity shouted.

>A storm of laughter was had yet again at Rarity’s expense. But you guys will ease up on her once Anon gets back.

>You have a heap load of jokes about his fetish, oooh the fun never stops when it comes to him.

 

 

>Rarity clears her throat to signal you all to cease with the laughing.

>”Okay, okay. We’re done. What’s up Rarity?” Pinkie asked.

>”I just heard about an outburst that was made in Sugarcube Corner about Anon’s fetish being known and that Fluttershy will know soon after, is this true?”

>…so much for secrecy…

>“Nope that certainly ain’t true at all, definitely not, nope, nope,” Applejack said.

>You’re not sure who’s the worse liar, Anon or Applejack.

>Rarity studies her face for any sign of deception, but it was clear to Rarity that Applejack was lying.

 >”Ah, so somep0ny will. /Please/ tell me it isn’t any of you.”

>”Nope, naw, nope not at all Rarity, everything is fine and dandy here!” Applejack shouted.

>There was a moment of everyp0ny at the table facehoofing and shaking their head.

>What’s sad is you’ve seen Anon do worse than this.

>”S-so you are? Just what are you hoping to accomplish here?”

>You groan because there’s no point in hiding it now.

“Getting those two together, it’s tiring.”

>”Yeah, Rarity it’s so tiring I’m actually letting a Pinkie Promise slide, just oh brother be with her already! Y’know?”

>”So in other words, you’re willing to go against your own morals to take away Anon’s choice of whether or not he wants to be with her and betray his trust in you all in the process?”

“…”

 

>”Weell Rarity, when you put it that waaay-“Pinkie said but cut off by Rarity.

>”You all know you’re wrong for even considering doing this.”

“Rarity we mean well, we do it’s just-“

>”Well if you mean well, you’ll simply leave him be. Don’t get me wrong I’m all for seeing those two together, but you /have/ to respect his wishes.”

>She turns her nose up at all of you in shame then looks directly at you.

>”Hmph, Element of Loyalty my flank, I’m especially disappointed in you Dash, you of all ponies going along with this. Don’t forget who bailed you out of jail countless amounts of times over the years. The least you can do is keep quiet on this.”

>You raise a hoof to protest but hesitate to speak because you realized she’s right.

>She has a point; Anon has saved you more times than you can account for.

>Even when you piss him off to the point where he doesn’t want to talk to you, he still looks out for you.

>Not only that but he’s just a cool person in general, sure he has his lame phrases that’ll make anyp0ny want to slap him but still he’s good times.

>And from realizing this all you want to do is kick yourself in the flank hard enough to send you seven universes to the right.  

>Your own words of what you said earlier echoes in your head.

>’Oh I am SO having fun with this when he gets back.’

>’ Well, the truth is out now, we gotta tell Fluttershy!’

>’Forget the doughnuts, we must make haste! To Canterlot!!’

>Great Celestia you sound like a cunt, out of all the things Anon has done for you and you can’t stay quiet on this?

>Granted if you don’t keep quiet you’ll be helping Fluttershy, but honestly she’s already got him where she wants him, why does she need any more help?

>Anon’s the one fighting a losing battle here. If anything HE needs help.

“I-You’re right Rarity.”

>”You’re damn right I’m right,” she said sharply. She looks over at Pinkie Pie with the same look of disappointment.

 

>”And you, Pinkie you should be ashamed just as much as Rainbow Dash here, YOU actually letting somp0ny breaking Pinkie Promises slide. What’s your excuse for letting that happen? Hmm?”

>You can see it in Pinkie’s eyes that something clicked; she puts her head in her front hooves and stares at the table.

>She didn’t have a response she was just in shock hearing that out loud.

>Rarity focuses her attention on Applejack with a stern glare.

>”Applejack…need I say more?” Rarity asked her.

>Applejack takes her hat off her head exhaling deeply.

>”Ah know we ain’t on the best of terms, if Ah hadn’t blabbed we wouldn’t be here right now. Ah was the one who was supposed to keep quiet to begin with.”

>”Glad you see it that way, Celestia knows we don’t need you two at each other’s throats yet again.”

>”We’re just worried about him,” Twilight said. “It’s not like Fluttershy is going to outright tell him that we told her.”

>”For your sake I hope so, you better hope he /never/ finds out. There’s enough chaos going on.”

>”So you’re okay with this?”

>”Not one bit, I would suggest we sit back for a while and let the events unfold. After all Fluttershy swears she has the perfect plan. Let’s at least see what she has up her sleeve. We already done enough for her to win him over.”

>”Ugh, I suppose we can back off for now,” Twilight said.

>”Good, now that that’s squared away, I have one question before I turn in for the night.”

“Yeah?”

>”Since we can agree that we’ll let Fluttershy go along with her plan and leave Anon be…”

>”Rarity what are you getting at here?” Applejack said eyeing her quizzically.

>”What exactly /is/ Anon’s fetish? The suspense has been killing me since the whole game of Cat and Mouse started between him and Fluttershy.”

>Everyp0ny at the table remains quiet, you glare over to Applejack and she catches your gaze.

>You give her the look to not answer the question.

>Rarity doesn’t need to know, considering she gets a little crazy with said fetish.

>She’s the only one who must not know, it’s for Anon’s safety.

>”Oh come on, now you all want to be quiet? Tell meee.”

>Twilight coughs to rid of some silence, Applejack draws a circle on the table with a hoof, staring off into space and Pinkie is still in shock.

>”Ladies surely you can give me a hint at least?”

“Why do you want to know so badly?”

>”Me and my exotic drink source have a bet going on of what it might be.”

“Oh yeah, how’s Berry Punch doing by the way?”

>”I…How do you know she was my source?”

“Rarity come on, you have rare drinks from all over this planet, you don’t have time to travel and every time I see Berry she always has some wine or liquor that I’ve never seen before. It’s kinda obvious to me.”

>”Oh, well to answer your question she’s been feeling a down, nearly for a year come to think of it.”

“Any reason why?”

>”She never tells me. Anyways, what’s his fetish?”

“We’re not talking.”

>”Aww pleeeasssse?”

“Oh hush your squealing.”

>The group cracks up again after being silent for so long in their deep thoughts, well except for Pinkie Pie. She’s kinda in her own world.

>Rarity groans yet again in frustration.

>”It’s not that funny!”

 

>”Pfff, yes it is! Rarity what in the world convinced you to do such a thing that night?”

>”I simply do not know, Twilight. Everything was a bit of a blur after Anon left with Fluttershy.”

>”Hey wait a minute, wasn’t there a reason we’re here in the first place? Ah know it wasn’t because of Anon’s fetish. It’s on the tip of my tongue here.”

>You remain quiet, the reason why you were here in the first place was because Pinkie and Applejack wanted you to finally talk about your feelings you have for Twilight.

>Although, sadly you got the hint that Twilight wouldn’t be interested because all she got out of your egghead babbling moment was Anon’s fetish.

>Then again you were speaking words at seventy miles a millisecond so there might be some hope.

>In the meantime, just keep your mouth shut and nop0ny will remember.

>Play dumb Dash, stay cool and Applejack will forget all together.

>Pinkie steps down from her seat then trots to the door with her head hung low.

“Pinkie where are you going?”

>She looks at you all at the table and sighs.

>”There’s something I have to do.”

>She opens the door and trots out then closes the door behind her with her tail.

 

 

>Okay, Pinkie is gone now, that’s one less pony in the room who would remember about your little confession.

>Keep it together Dash, nop0ny suspects a thi-

>”Oh wait a minute, Dash did you have something you wanted to tell me?” Twilight asked.

>SHIT

>You tense up displaying the best poker face this side of Equestria.

“U-umm no?”

>Rarity of all ponies chuckles deviously.

>”Ah yes, the soft spot Dash has for you Twilight, oh this should be interesting. Go on Dash, tell her,” Rarity said giving you an innocent smile.

>You turn your face to Rarity glaring at her with anger.

>”What are you looking at me for, dear? I know I’m marvelous, but it is rude to stare so hard.”

“Why you little-“

>”Umm, ladies can you give me and Dash a moment to ourselves.”

>”Of course,” Rarity said. “I have to get going anyway.”

>”Yeah same here, it’s getting a little late come to think of it. Ah gotta get on way from ‘round hur.”

>Twilight’s ears perk up while she beams.

>Why? You haven’t the slightest clue, what is she going to say to you? From the looks of it, it seems good.

>Great Luna you hope it’s good news.

>Rarity and Applejack walk to the door and stop short of it, just before they leave they give you a hopeful smile, probably wishing you good luck.

>Personally, you’ll take all you can get.

>Sure you’ve been alone with Twilight before but this is a little different.

>She knows what’s going on and you can only hope that there’s at least an ounce of good news.

>Your curiosity is getting the better of you, all you want right now is for them to leave and they do.

>You turn your head back to Twilight giving her a harmless smile.

“S-so now that you have an idea of what I want to talk to you about…”

>”Yes?” she asked with glee and still beaming at you.

“I-I wanna ask you something.”

>”Ask me anything, I’m an open book.”

>…huh, this might be a little easier than you thought.

>You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

>You draw every drop of confidence in your mind and body.

>And then…

“TwilightIreallylikeyou,wouldyouliketogooutwithmesometime?”

>Way to go, you just babbled like an egghead yet again.

>You don’t even think Pinkie would have understood that from you speaking so fast.

>You keep your closed eyes because you don’t want to see Twilight’s reaction.

>It was worth a shot, but considering she’s a mare and you two are good friends she probably won’t want to make things complicated.

>But you can’t really help it, you like…a lot.

>No matter how eggheady she can be, she’s deemed cool in your book.

>So smart, full of information and knows how to party when she wants to.

>You don’t even remember all the details of what happened a few nights back but you know that she and you had fun.

>She’s just so damn cute, it’s hard for anyp0ny not to like her.

>Suddenly, you hear something unexpected that interrupted your internal thoughts.

>Her giggling.

>”Took you long enough, silly.”

>wat

>You shoot your eyes open and find Twilight looking at you with her cheeks turning red.

“Huh?!”

>”Rainbow Dash, come on, you could not have been more obvious.”

“Really?”

>”Yeeah, also I kinda caught you staring at my flank a few times at the after party.”

“But there was something there.”

>”Mhm my Cutie Mark? Sure is, haha.”

“S-so you’re okay with the thought of well…y’know.”

>”Dash, we’re in Equestria, anything goes.”

>Well, not anything just yet, Anon still has yet to give in but she’s right, nop0ny really judges, if you like a somep0ny, you like them and there’s nothing wrong with it.

>”So Rainbow Dash, how about we go out tomorrow night at eight and enjoy a drink or two? Maybe see a movie?”

“I-i-is this a dream?”

>”Not at all. So again how about it? ”

>This can’t be happening.

>You’re pretty sure your eyes are Twilight Sparkling.

>Excitement systems overload.

“EEEEEP! Yes! Yes! Yes yesyesyesyes! YEEEEES!”

>You spread your wings and fly into the air, the loose pages in books take to the sky as well with you.

>You zip around for a moment as your dream finally comes true while Twilight sits back in her chair laughing with you for being so enthusiastic.

>”Oh Dash watch out for the-“

>Before Twilight finish her sentence hit your head on a ceiling fan and shortly after you found yourself hitting the floor with a thud.

>Truth be told that didn’t really hurt, you was too happy to care.

>Books with wings circle around your head while you had a grin on your face.

>Twilight rushed out of her chair to rush to your aid, she was upside down looking at you with three more of her circling in your vision.

>”You hit that fan pretty hard, are you okay?”

>You put your front hooves on her cheeks and bring her close.

“Twi, with you always…wait a minute, why was this so easy?”

>A smirk grows on her face; she brings her face even closer to yours to the point where your lips were mere centimeters from hers.

>Her half lidded eyes seem to give you a hint.

>”Clearly you don’t remember everything that happened at Pinkie’s after party.”

 

 

*Twenty minutes later at Canterlot*

 

>You are Anon.

>Stepping out of the shower smelling like a dozen roses.

>Literally.

>There seems to be no manly body washes here in the bathroom so you had to resort to alternatives to freshen up.

>Fuckin’ Equestria.

>You walk over the towel rack and grab a towel to dry yourself off.

>After that you toss on your cleaner clothes and open the door into your bedroom or rather you and Fluttershy’s bedroom.

>Once you step through you could’ve sworn you were in a different room.

>You clothes are folded neatly for you just by your suitcase in case you might want to change.

>The bed sheets, covers and pillows are made up perfectly.

>Fluttershy sits on her side of her bed above the covers reading the book that Twilight recommended to you.

>You lean against the door frame with your arms crossed watching her and smiling all the while.

>Her eyes shift quickly upon the pages as she scans the words.

>She gasps in suspense, placing a hoof on her chest.

>She turns to the next page in a lively fashion and gets to reading some more.

>”Oh my goodness.”

>You laugh to yourself. Oh yeah, she’s hooked.

“Addicting isn’t it?”

>She rotates her head over to you with her brightened eyes.

>”Heck. Yes.”

“Ha, wait til you get to the fourteenth chapter.”

>”Will she still be waiting by then?”

>You stifle a chuckle, oh she has no idea at all what awaits.

“Can’t say, spoilers.”

>”Darn it.”

“Buuuut I guess I can tell you that-“

>”Utter one more word and see what happens,” she said in a firm tone, glaring at you like she means business.

>Honestly you can’t really blame her, that book is pretty good the last thing anyone wants is to have it spoiled.

>Heck you wouldn’t wish that upon your arch nemesis.

>You put your hands up like you’ve been caught red handed laughing a little.

“Alright, alright, no need to get violent.”

>She giggles sweetly then goes back to reading the book.

>You walk over to your side of the bed and have a seat; the bed sends a minor ripple through out the bed causing Fluttershy to bounce a little.

“Ready for that drink?”

>”Mhm. Just let me finish this page.”

“Alright.”

 

>You decided to lie down on your back while she reads; you hope she can hurry the fuck up. You’re gonna need that drink.

>Oh fuck, you forgot how comfortable this bed is, you now hope she takes her sweet time reading.

>You turn your head to your nightstand where your jar of peach honey lies in wait for its destiny that’s nothing but utter devouring devastation.

>While pointing at it, you mouth the words ‘I’ll devour you’.

>Maybe it was you, but you swear it shook in fear.

>After that you look up at the ceiling fan that’s providing some cool air and now that you think about it, fall is fast approaching.

>And after that…

>Winter. Ugh, you hate the winter, its evil.

>Well, except the snow, that’s pretty fun but still!

 

>Winter is going to be full of lazy mornings of not wanting to get out of bed.

>The cold hard wood floor is going to be a bitch if you don’t have socks.

>Odd jobs will suck if there are any; you just hope that if you do get odd jobs they’ll be indoors.

>Wait a minute, you could just ask Celestia for a little money to get you through the winter months, heck maybe even this bed, it’ll be perfect for winter.

>She loves it when you ask her for things; she tends to have your requests fulfilled at the blink of an eye.

>You don’t even bug her much with requests honestly, mostly because you don’t want to stress her with more work.

>She is a busy princess after all. However she tells you she doesn’t mind one bit.

>Considering that you’re her favorite human that’s to be expected.

>There was a time where she wanted you to live with her and her sister but you told them that living in P0nyville would be fine, due to the fact that your friends lived there.

>Anyways, even though you’ll make it just fine in upcoming months you also want to make it comfortably.

>You want to sleep in and be a warm couch potato for a while and not have to worry about working so hard in the cold.

>Heck the only reason why you’ll get out of bed is to go to Sugarcube Corner for your fix.

>Hopefully by winter Fluttershy will stop her pursuit, but if anything she’ll be great company to have during the winter months.

>”Oh my…” Fluttershy said out of nowhere crushing you internal thoughts of the future.

>You rotate your head to her to see what she’s on about.

“What?”

>”I got a couple of chapters in and there’s a…scene.”

“Oh yeah THAT part, ha I forgotten about that.”

>She cuts her eyes left and right then bends the corner of a page.

>In a non-suspicious suspicious manner she closes the book quietly then puts the book on her nightstand hoping you don’t notice.

“You are such a pervert.”

>Playfully, she hits you with her hoof on your arm, giggling for the thousandth time today.

>Yeah, mares do that a lot. Fucking ponies, man.

“Ow! Hooves hurt you know,” you said while rubbing the barely afflicted area with your other hand.

>”Oh please I barely tapped you, stop being a baby.”

“Whateeever.”

>”Well, that is unless…”

>She turns over on her stomach creeping closer to you invading your personal space; her face was close enough to lick your ear.

>You can see the sultry grin on her face at the corner of your eye.

>Oh great, she’s at it once again, you roll your eyes and exhale through your nose.

“Unless what Fluttershy?” you asked with no enthusiasm at all while looking forward.

>She makes a flirtatious laugh in her throat as you feel the air blowing from her nose down the side of your neck.

>”Unless you want to be, I’ll gladly be your hot momma.~”

>You facepalm from Fluttershy’s cheesy as fuck line that you swear you heard out of a porno before.

>However, while your face sat in your palm, you smirk because a funny thought just came to mind, you bring your face out of your palm and face Fluttershy.

“Flutters, that wouldn’t happen to be a fetish of yours would it?”

>Her sultry grin turns immediately to a poker face, however you can see her face turning as red as a strawberry.

>”N-no.”

“Flutters, don’t lie to me, you and I both know I have ways of making you talk.”

>You really did come to think of it, scratching behind her ear or a belly rub does the trick just fine.

>She shakes her head ‘no’ frantically as her face gets redder.

 >You weren’t buying it so in a swift motion you had your right hand behind her left ear scratching it slowly.

>She melted at the touch; she had to muffle a moan as her ear twitched for a moment.

>”Oooh goooodness.”

“Is it? “

>”Yeeessss it is, sweetie don’t you stop.”

>Unfortunately for her, you stopped; you pulled your hand away because you just realized something.

>”Awww, you tease.”

“Flutters, did I just guess your fetish?”

>She looks up at you with a confused look.

>”You did. Hey wait a minute, who’s chasing who?”

“How about we get that drink now?”

>”Yes, about time.”

 

>Both of you nodded then lied back in bed on your backs beside each other looking up at the ceiling fan.

>In sync the both of you sighed in relaxation feeling comfortable right where you are.

>Note to self: When you leave Canterlot, take this bed with you by any means necessary for it is needed for your survival.

>You don’t want to leave because the bed is just deadly comfortable.

>The two of you face each other at the same time.

“We’re not getting that drink are we?”

>”Seems so Anon, this bed is just deadly comfortable.”

>A warm smile crosses your face as you look deeply into her eyes.

>You found your hand moving some of her mane out of her face to get a better look of her teal eyes and gently caressing her cheek.

>Even though they can get scary as hell, her eyes are beautiful. You’re simply giving credit where credit is due, nothing more.

“You really gotta stop saying things I’m thinking,” you said finally after a few seconds of silence and internal thoughts.

>”I’ll try, heehee.”

“Seriously, sometimes I think you can read my thoughts, the whole trip up here you kept saying things word for word that was on my mind. How often do you read my mind?”

>”I do it at least only every chance I get,” she said laying on the joking sarcasm on thick.

“Ha, you’re a funny one ‘Shy.”

>Smoothly you plant your index finger right square on her nose.

“Boop.”

>Yeah that’s right, you counter booped her. As a response the corners of her mouth raised and her face was flush.

>”What’s gotten into you sweetie?” she asked with genuine curiosity in her tone.

>You simply shrug your shoulders then bring your hand back to your personal space.

“I unno, must’ve been something in that tea.”

>She hummed a soothing tune as she closed her eyes with a delighted smile on her face then she opened them.

>”That tea was amaaaazing. Oh by the way, thanks for paying for me and Vinyl, you didn’t have to.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it, I felt like it.”

>”You can expect a lovely birthday present for next year.”

“Flutters, I don’t even know when my birthday is here. Y’know different calendar and date keeping and what not.”

>”It’s not that different, besides I know when it is.”

“Pff, sure you do. Besides, I don’t celebrate my birthdays, never have.”

>”Keep telling yourself that. Now are we getting that drink or what?”

 “Yes, sure, but I’ll need your help to get out of this bed. At the moment, I am one with my lazy side.”

>”I’ll help you if you help me.”

“Annd we’re screwed, I’m not going anywhere right now.”

>”So does that mean we can…?” From her words trailing off, you can only assume it’s something nasty.

“No, we’re not fucking.”

>”I…was gonna say cuddle, but let me know if you change your mind on that.”

>Looking into her eyes and bright hopeful smile on her face, the request seemed harmless.

>You shrug your shoulders.

“Alright fine. You’re lucky I’m too lazy right now.”

>”EEEP!”

>Welp, there goes your hearing.

>Both you and Fluttershy lean on one side facing the same direction.

>You throw an arm around her mid-section and pulled her close by instinct.

>Aaah, she’s warm.

>Lying your head on your pillow, the top of her head was just under your chin.

>You smell pink lemonade coming from her mane.

>Without even thinking, you find your hand wandering to one of her front hooves.

>Gently you strum the bottom of it like a guitar with your thumb, unable to explain the satisfying feeling of rubbing her soft hoof.

>It’s mind boggling and soon enough you’ll find it addicting to do.

>”Anon what are you doing?”

”Just admirin’ your hooves, that’s all.”

>”Admiring huh?”

“Yeah, nothing to be alarmed about.”

>”Oh! Speaking of alarms, I’ll have to set my watch.”

“Watch? What watch?”

>”The one I bought today. I’ll set it to wake us up, juuust as soon as you let go of my hoof, mister.”

>She shakes her right front hoof to signal for you to let go.

>Unfortunately for her, you kinda don’t want to.

>But you kinda have to; you don’t want her thinking hooves are your fetish.

>You slightly move your hand away from her hoof with a bit of a frown.

>”Don’t worry, this’ll only take a second.”

>You mumble a few words of complaint.

>Fluttershy sets her little wristwatch.

>Which you don’t recall her wearing, how did you not notice it?

>Wait a minute…

>Didn’t she have a wristwatch in the future Luna showed you?

>Oh boy…

>After hearing a few clicks, Fluttershy has her watch set…somehow.

>”There we go, you can go back to admiring my hooves now. Heehee.”

>With a smile, you move your hand back to her hoof and get back to admiring.

“Aaah, so soft.”

>Shit, you meant to say that in your mind.

>Fluttershy yawns, not evening noticing what you said.

>”Goodnight Anon, sweet dreams.”

“Yeah, you too.”

>You close your eyes and find sleep overwhelmed you much faster than you thought.

 

>In your dream, you wake up staring down a spirally warped hallway, the same hallway where your bedroom would be in this castle.

>Candles along the white walls of the hallway lit for you to see where you’re walking.

>You’re just leaving your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

>You walk down the hallway not really sure where you’ll end up.

>One thing is for sure, the crimson red carpet is leading you somewhere.

>You keep walking, until you hear a familiar flirtatious giggle echoing ominously throughout the hallway.

>The sounds of fluttering wings occur just above you causes you to briefly duck for cover to keep from getting your head raped off.

>A single yellow feather sways slowly in its descent before you.

>”There you are, honey.”

>Oh hell no, you don’t need this shit. Not in your dreams.

>You sprint down the path that’s laid out for you.

>”Awww, do you have to run?”

>Yes, yes you do.

>A red wooden door appears in the distance.

>You look back to see if Fluttershy is still on the hunt.

>She is nowhere to be found.

>Because you weren’t looking where you were running, you bump into someone.

>”Hey, what’s the rush man?” he asked in a relaxed tone.

“Can’t talk. Gotta jet.”

>You didn’t get a chance to get a good look at him.

>You continue to run, the distance between you and the door gradually shrinks.

>Before long, your make it to the door, stopping just short of it then look down to the golden handle.

>You turn the knob and push the door.

>A blinding light seeps through the crack of the opening before it’s fully opened.

 

>You squint your eyes to keep them from being baked and step through as you keep a hand up to shield from the light.

>Once the light dimmed, you find yourself surrounded in total darkness.

>With the sound of a switch, a white light above you turns on.

>The light gives you a little bit of an oasis in the total darkness you are in.

>All you can see is just the ground you’re standing on.

>You look down at the ground and see Celestia’s cutie mark enlarged.

>oookay…

>You look up in a random direction.

>Two torches are lit with a green fire with a few hints of a dark purple.

>You hear another switch flip and another light reveals everything that was in the dark.

>The green torches were the eyes of a gigantic Princess Celestia.

>She’s lying on her side and apparently you’re standing on her flank.

>You take a gander of where you are and are just struck in confusion.

>You’re flying through a psychedelic tunnel of spinning and flashing colors while you’re standing on Celestia’s gigantic flank.

>Her head turned to cobblestone as you focused on her hypnotizing eyes; she rotates her head toward you.

>You can hear the stone grinding against the rest of her natural body, just hearing the sound of it made you cringe.

>She opens her mouth to let a red beam shoots toward you.

>It hits you, instantly making you feel tingly all over.

>The beam picks you up and brings you closer to her mouth.

>Oh shit what the fuck is happening?

>Once you reach her mouth, you phase through her teeth and land on her tongue.

>You try not to get grossed out from the spongy and wet texture of it.

>The smell of cake and other sweet goodies flood your nose, putting a smile on your face.

>You like cake.

>Her saliva washes over you as you try to get your footing correct.

>Mixed with the tingly feeling, it felt like all manner of wrong and ungodliness as she tossed you around in her mouth playfully.

>After that she swallows you down her throat sending you on a journey.

>You slide on your back and keep your eyes closed; you just didn’t want to see your devouring demise coming.

>You can feel the rush and panic from the fall.

>Oddly enough, you hear a roller coaster running along its rail.

>You open your eyes and find yourself actually on the front row of a roller coaster in the middle of the day.

>The rail was pink and the car you were in was yellow.

>You turn head to the left and right and see multiple Fluttershys enjoying themselves with their hooves raised air, shouting ‘WEEEE’.

>You look behind you and see a few more, some with hands, others with hooks and eye patches.

>There was a decaying Fluttershy corpse in the far back.

>Flutterflies were buzzing around it endlessly repeating ‘yay’.

>Odd…

>You turn back around find yourself sitting up in bed back at your house in P0nyville.

>You shift your eyes quickly around the room, to your left a few feet away was the door to your bathroom.

>To your right a few feet away was your bedroom window.

“Oookaaay. Keep it together Anon.”

>Damn dream scene transitions, this could get confusing.

>Oh well, you’re pretty hungry.

>Out of nowhere Fluttershy telepoofs in front of you with a bag of Quizno’s in her mouth.

>She stood patiently on your bed waiting for you to grab it.

>You nod the nod of approval.

“Nnnnice.”

>You grab the bag and open it only to find it’s just a peanut butter jelly sandwich.

>How disappointing…

>You shrug then go back to playing darts at the only bar in P0nyville in the blink of an eye.

>All the while, Fluttershy was sitting on a barstool drinking whatever she liked.

>”Hey Anon, what do you want to drink?” she asked.

>You stop for a moment to think and find that you’re not sure what you want.

>Nothing comes to mind while you scratch your chin with the end of the dart.

“Hmm… Good ques-”

>Out of nowhere something hits your head with a thunk, the dart flies out of your hands and hits the dart board in its bull’s eye.

>You fall to the floor and become confused that someone had the nerve throw something at you.

>You look in front of you only to find a yellow apple with a pink stem.

>Fluttershy’s face pops on the side you’re looking at.

>”Yay!” she shouted with glee, beaming at you.

“What in the…?”

>”Flowers, sunshine and RAAAPE!”

>You stand back up on your feet, dusting your hands off.

>You know exactly what you want and you can’t believe the choice slipped your mind.

“I’ll have a Rape’s Apple ale.”

>”Okay, coming right up,” Fluttershy at the table said before turning to the bartender which is just another Fluttershy cleaning out a mug with a towel.

>Before you can turn back to the darts board, you lean back your hot tub in your backyard alone.

>You look up at the sky that’s just a trippy swirl of pink and yellow, you actually had to stop staring, it was starting to hurt your eyes.

>You allow your eyes to rest for a moment while exhaling in a relaxed manner.

“Ah, I need more days like this.”

> Your peace is disturbed by the ground shaking abruptly.

>You hear gigantic stomps moving your way, the closer it got the more violent the ground shook.

“What the fuck now?”

 

>Your backyard fence melts into a pile of pretzels when a huge Fluttershy twice the size of your house steps in your backyard.

>She squees when her eyes lie on you then she trots closer to the edge of your hot tub.

>”Can I have a belly rub?” she asked with her left eye splitting into three pupils in the same socket.

“Ugh, can’t a get a day of peace around here?”

>”It’s all about the peace, man,” Fluttershy said as she passed you a joint while the two of you sat on top of washing machines.

>You were at a laundry mat getting some clothes washed, the ones that smelled like cake.

>You grab the joint then put it between your lips and give it a quick hit.

>”Nature is just… So coooool, man.”

>You exhale the smoke, coughing a little bit and holy shit this is good.

>Damn, when was the last time you had some good dank?

“Ha, you’re such a hippy.”

>”Seriously man, just think of the shit it can do with shit. Nature is amaaaazing.”

>She leans against your side, staring at the ground aimlessly.

>You take another hit, inhaling even deeper.

>You hold it in as you pass it back to Fluttershy.

>Her hoof morphs into a hand before she grabs the joint.

>”Hey, do you like…wanna see a movie or something?”

>You exhale, noticing the effects of Mary Jane are well underway.

>Damn, this is some good shit.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

>A loud obnoxious buzzer goes off to signal your clothes have finished washing.

>You slide off the top the turn the machine, Fluttershy nearly fell over on the lid.

>The two of you share a moment of laughter at her klutzy self.

“How much did you smoke?”

>She begins snickering out of control as she sat back up.

>”Enough,” she said while averting her eyes innocently with a subtle trouble-making smile.

“You’re too cute.”

>You lift the lid to check your clothes and it’s still on the wash cycle, false alarm.

“Hey Flutters, did you hear the buzzer go off?”

>She tilts her head with the most confused look on her face.

>”What buzzer, man?”

>You shrug at her answer then slam the trunk of your car that’s in the middle of a dessert at high noon.

>… Fuckin’ dreams.

>Fluttershy is leaning outside the front passenger window, waving her front hooves to get your attention.

>”Hurry up honey, I don’t wanna miss a second of the movie!”

“Calm down, you’ve seen it a thousand times.”

 

>You walk to the driver door and get in.

>You pass her the bag of popcorn as you make it to your seat in the dark theater.

>The light from the big screen is your only source of light.

“Here ya go, light on the butter just like you like it, the line was long but eh, you’re worth it.”

>”Awww, thank you, you’re such a sweetheart.”

>You feel your cheeks burn a bit when she said that.

>You grab a handful of the popcorn then go back to watching the movie then smoothly move your arm around the back of her neck.

>It was in the middle of a scene where Celestia is talking to Luna while sitting at a table.

>You weren’t quite sure what they were talking about.

>”What is it then?” Celestia asked.

>”Peach honey,” Luna responded.

“Huh?”

>The screen goes dark, you sit in your seat while in the completely pitch black room.

>You can’t even see your hand in front of your face.

>Utter silence fills the place until…

>”Hey, wanna do it?”

“What are you talkin’ about?”

>”Don’t play innocent, you know what I’m talking about, no lights, no camera, but action.”

“Yeeah no. Come on Flutters, people are here, okay?”

>”But it’s just me and you.”

“Behave.”

>”Achoo!”

>Your seat floats upward, all the popcorn in your hand turns into butterflies and fly away.

>”See you at home, sweetie.”

“Okay.”

>”I love you.”

“I…I…”

>Before you can answer, you walk into your old condo place back on Earth.

>You’re exhausted from another tiring day. Lazily, you close the door behind you.

>The welcoming assault of cool air from the Air Conditioner instantly puts you at ease.

>You put your keys and wallet by the stand that’s at the door then take off your shoes then leave them by the entrance.

>You’re not much of a fan of tracking dirt through the house.

>Not only that, but it’s fun sliding to and fro on the floor in your condo with socks on and although you’ve had a few accidents, it’s not stopping you.

 “Ah, home sweet home.”

 

>You make it to your ‘L’ shaped sectional couch, grabbing the remote you flip on the TV to see what’s on.

>Some pale white T-rex dinosaur that’s looking at a computer monitor is reporting the news.

>Why that computer monitor is there is beyond you.

>He looks at the camera, clearing his throat in the process.

>”Coming up next, why is Anonymous still a bitch faggot? More details after these messages.”

“…That’s fucked up.”

>As you continue to watch television, you feel someone have a seat next to you.

>”Here’s your Rape’s apple ale, sweetie.”

>You reach for the drink, thanking Fluttershy without even breaking eye contact from the television.

>She gets off the couch to go to God knows where.

>You take a chug of the drink, tasting like apples and well… rape. It’s the best way to describe it.

>Unexpectedly, you feel hands massaging your shoulders gently.

>Apparently, Fluttershy is standing behind you.

>Huh, this is kinda nice.

>"Wow, so much tension, honey."

“Ugh, it’s because of the frickin’ work load.”

>”I can start up a nice hot bath for you, if you’d like.”

“No need, I can do it myself, but a massage while I relax in the tub sounds nice.”

>”Deal.”

>You take another chug of your Rape’s apple ale, the stuff is pretty good actually.

>You lean you head back to get more comfortable and become shocked from what was looking back at you.

>Fluttershy’s human face for one, her smooth white skin and of course her pink hair and her cute teal eyes that you both adore and fear.

>Seriously, that stare she has is fucking scary. You wouldn’t wish it upon your worst enemy.

>But enough about that, back to the humanized Fluttershy that’s giving you a sweet smile.

>You gotta get a better look of her entirely because at the moment you can only see her from the neck up.

“Hey, Flutters, can you step around front for me?”

>With a soft giggle, she does so. She walks from behind the couch and in front of you, blocking your view of the TV.

>Once you got the entire picture, a wide grin crossed your face as you laid back on the couch scanning her head to toe.

>There she stood, in some blue jeans that perfectly complemented her hips.

>She wore a yellow sweater that had a few butterfly graphics on it.

>Christ on a cereal box she’s got one hell of a bust.

>Her feet were covered by white cotton socks, heck you wouldn’t be surprised if she slid all over the place when you were gone.

 

“Well look at you, not bad, not bad at all.”

>”You like what you see?”

”Yes, but aren’t you a little hot in that sweater?”

>”Actually no, I just put this one a few minutes ago before you got here, I got a little cold.”

“Ah, okay, mind turning around for me?”

>With a quick twitch of her eyebrow and a sultry smile, she turns around for you to get a full view.

>You felt your eyebrow go skyward upon basking in the glory of Fluttershy’s ass.

>Fuckin’ damn where are your shades when you need them?

>Finally she faces toward you yet again.

>”Anything else, hun?”

“More shoulder massaging? Please?”

>”Hehehehe, sure thing.”

>She walks back behind the couch, the whole way there your eyes couldn’t help but lock onto her ass with laser target-like precision.

>When she stood behind you, you felt her tap the back of your head playfully with her hand.

>”Pervert,” she said with a chuckle.

“Shudduuup, more massaging.”

>”There better be a ‘please’ involved in that.”

“Please, more massaging.”

>”That’s what I thought.”

>She goes back to massaging your shoulders, practically melting the day’s stress away.

>She stops without warning and exhales, you can feel her warm breath coming down your neck.

>”Hey, honey?”

“Hmm?”

>She exhales through her nose then gently pecks the left side of your neck.

>”You’re off tomorrow right?”

“Mhm.”

>”Whaddaya saaaay…” she lets her words trail off while she places her hand under your chin and turns your face toward hers as she leaned over the couch a bit.

>”We pop some popcorn and watch a few movies while we snuggle in for the night?”

“I guess so, we haven’t done that in a while.”

>Her eyes become half-lidded as she brought your faces closer to hers.

>In sync the two of you closed your eyes, you were a bit shocked when her soft, smooth lips met yours, and you didn’t really resist, you didn’t fight because it felt natural.

>You become more involved in the kiss. Slowly you explored her mouth tasting of lemon and peach.

>Just as things were getting hot and heavy, she pulls away, breaking the kiss.

>She stopped just when you longed for her lips too.

>She bites her bottom lip; her eyes shift their attention to your crouch.

>The look on her face looked like she had half a mind to attack right there on the couch, but she resisted for the time being.

>Her eyes come into contact with yours, her cheeks blush while her face inched closer to yours.

>The two of you share another passionate smooch while your eyes closed, for nearly a minute the two of you were focused on tongue wrestling.

>Finally, you break the kiss, you needed to catch your breath and so did she.

>When you opened your eyes, Fluttershy was on the couch back in her pony form, with the widest smile on her face.

>”I love you, Anon,” she said while rubbing a front hoof on your lap.

“I love you too.”

>Those words rolled off your tongue with ease, there were truth to them as well.

>There was some degree of love that you had for her, pony or not.

>She blushed heavily upon hearing them, you can’t really blame her, after three years of her pursuing you, that’s like winning the lottery.

>You focus your attention back on the television as Fluttershy laid her head on your lap, facing you.

>On the screen a reporter was talking Granny Smith while she sat in her rocking chair.

>”So what do you think ma’am?” The reporter asked.

>”Honestly, Ah don’t know whose more beta, Fluttershy or Anonymous.”

>Both you and Fluttershy scoff at the comment.

>”That’s fucked up,” she said, taking the very words out of your mouth.

>You look down at her with a grin and idly scratch behind her ear.

“Yeah, it is.”

>”Hey, close your eyes.”

>You laugh in your throat at the request.

“Why?”

>”Just do it, please?”

>You sigh and do as you’re asked, once closed, you of course saw the darkness before you.

>You feel a soft hoof touch your nose, a playful giggle escape Fluttershy’s lips.

>”Boop.”

>You open your eyes only to find a light beaming directly in your eyes.

>You’re lying on your back on what seems to be an operation table.

>Surgeons surrounded you with their tools sticking into your chest that’s been split wide open.

>One of them pulls your heart out, carefully holding it in his hands.

>You’re still alive and it’s still beating. Damn dream logic.

>You jolt in place when Fluttershy bursts into the room causing the glass on the door to shatter in to pieces.

>She swiftly flies over to the surgeon that’s holding your heart.

>”At last!” she shouted.

>She snatches your heart from him then looks at you with tears of joy in her eyes, getting some of the blood on her fur.

>”Don’t you worry sweetie, I’ll take good care of it. I promise.”

>She telepoofs out of the room, leaving a puff of pink and yellow smoke.

“Wh-...what just happened?”

>A surgeon to your left places a hoof on your shoulder.

>”Congratulations Mr. Unknown, you’re in love.”

“…”

 

>”Time to wake up now, Mr. Unknown.”

>Before you can have a response, sleeping gas was already in your nostrils.

>”Just relax,” he said.

>You close your eyes without protest and begin breathing, letting your mind wonder.

>Images and scenes fly pass your eyes while they closed.

>A pin dropping to the floor.

>The sun setting in a time lapse.

>A VHS tape ejects from a VCR titled ‘Gone Rogue’

>The sound of a clock ticking fades into your hearing while the images continue.

>A king chess piece falls over on the board.

>Green faced screaming baby.

>X-ray vision of an arm shattering in slow motion.

>The ticking of the clock gets louder, the images continue to flash by.

>A single water droplet hitting water in a clear glass.

>A match lit then dosed doused swiftly with a grey background behind it.

>Teal green eyes dilating in excitement.

>”Aaah~”

>Hand cuffs falling into a muddy puddle.

>Champagne bottle erupting, the liquid slowly running over its neck.

>”mmm~”

>Orange peel rotting away in a time lapse.

>Teddy bear with a missing right eye turns inside out at the blink of an eye.

>Before you know it, you’re floating out of the psychedelic tunnel.

>A gigantic Luna lying on her side with torches lit with purple flames for eyes, waves goodbye to you.

>The crescent moon on her flank turned to a sinister grin with sharp teeth.

>With another sound of the switch, everything goes black.

 

 

>You peel your eyes open into the real world, Fluttershy was shoving your shoulder to wake you up.

>”Hooooneeeeey, wake up.”

>It seemed reality decided to slow down at random times.

>You however are still in a sleep daze.

“But I wasn’t finished with my Rape’s Apple ale.”

>”Umm…what?”

>Finally your mind actually wakes up; your body feels like it’s burning up and you need to cool down.

>Ah, pony fur. A gift and a curse.

>You roll over to see the time on your nightstand.

>Looking at your clock you see 103:83 fr was displayed.

“Hold up what?”

>Fluttershy having her front hooves draped over on your side, she looks at you with worry.

>”Are you feeling okay?”

“What? Umm…y-yeah, I just had a weird dream.”

>”You too?”

“Y-yeah. Hey I’m gonna go to the bathroom, wake up properly y’know?”

>”Okay, don’t take too long, I still want that drink.”

>You don’t respond, you just slide out of bed and make your stride to the bathroom.

>You quickly make your way to the sink and get the cold water running.

>Cupping your hands under the facet, the cold water accumulates in them.

>You splash it on your face, getting the tips of your hair wet.

>Holy. Fuck. That was trippy.

>You couldn’t get away from Fluttershy to save your life.

>It’s like your mind is screaming at you to be with her.

>And then your reflection gave you the ‘sup’ nod.

>You jump back from stuff happening that’s not normal.

“What in the fuck?!”

>”Whoa! Sssh! Keep it down!”

“Who are you and why are you in the mirror?”

>”I’m your sub-conscious and I’m here to talk to you about your situation.”

“Yeah no, that ain’t happening. What do you know? I’m out.”

>You turn around from the mirror only to be standing in front of a line at the theaters.

>A bucket of popcorn lied on the counter, a unicorn stallion standing behind it in a uniform.

>”There you go sir, large bucket of popcorn, light on the butter.”

>He floats it over to you and it lands in your hands.

“Th-thanks…”

>You walk out of the bathroom carrying a large bucket of popcorn.

>Once back in the bedroom, Fluttershy was waiting at the door.

>”Ready?” she asked, her wings idly fluttering, then she sees your hands. “Umm, what are you carrying?”

>You look down at your hands and find the bucket popcorn is gone.

>Huh, this probably looks weird to Fluttershy.

“Nothing, so about that drink…”

 

 

>About fifteen minutes passed, you and Fluttershy found your way to a bar that was somewhere in the castle.

>As for you, you’re okay. You decided not to worry about the trippy stuff that happened earlier.

>You figured your mind was still in the dream world or something.

>Right now however is a time to relax.

>The place was empty, just you and her. She sat on a stool while you stood behind the bar getting ready to serve.

>You already have some glasses out and as luck would have it, apple cider was in the collection of drinks.

>Pivoting your heels toward the drinks behind you, you reach for the bottle of apple cider and turn around quickly and place it on the mahogany surfaced bar that had a brilliant shine.

>When Fluttershy laid eyes of what’s before her, she gasped in surprise.

>You figured you would get a response like that.

>Without delay, you pour yourself and Fluttershy a glass of it.

>Fluttershy reached for her glass with her hooves and puts it up to her nose for a moment to smell it or something.

>”Mmm, lovely.”

>An eyebrow goes skyward when she said that while she puts it back down.

>”So, umm, wouldn’t this be an unofficial Day of Peace?”

“Not really, today was full of buffoonery and it’s not the same bar. I’d say it’s more of us just hangin’ out on a little vacation.”

 

>She nods subtle enough to where she wouldn’t disturb a fly.

>”I like that.”

>Without even thinking, the two of you clinked glasses and took a sip.

>You chuckled then knocked it back, letting the damn good cider cause your taste buds to sing.

>You place the glass back down on the bar; a third of it still remains.

“Flutters…”

>She tilts her head still giving you her smile.

>”Yes sweetie?” You blushed like hell when she called you ‘sweetie’. Even though that’s how she talks, it never really sunk in like it did just now.

“Three years.” You said with a chuckle in your voice.

>Upon you saying that, she giggles then chugged the drink in her glass.

>She really likes apple cider. Really really REALLY likes apple cider.

>”Three long wonderful years.”

“Three years of playing Cat and Mouse and you’re still at it. You’re proving to a worthy opponent.”

>Putting a hoof on her chest, she gasps playfully with a look of shock.

>”Opponent? Why, silly Anon that’s not how you say ‘Lover’.”

>You shake your head as you smiled.

 

“And still delusional as ever, I see.”

>”And you’re still in denial as always.”

“Oh whatever, just drink your apple cider.”

 

>Fluttershy gently taps on your hand with her front hoof.

>”Hun, can I get a refill?”

 “What happened to ‘one drink’? No.”

>”Oh come ooon, please?” She asked as she gave you those sad begging eyes.

>You exhaled and grabbed the bottle of apple cider and poured her another glass.

>After that, you took another swig of your apple cider, finishing the drink altogether.

“You just HAD to use the sad eyes on me. Damn you.”

>Using the barstool, she shies away from you while hiding her cute laughter with a hoof, her cheeks were turning pink.

>That cuteness was unnecessary.

>”What about the sad eyes?”

“That’s like a trump card that all mares have in their arsenal, I swear. Using the sad eyes can get me to do anything.”

>Fluttershy fixes her eyes on you, her eye brow twitched upward as a friendly smile came across her face.

>”Anything?” she asked as her eyes went half-lidded in no time clearly showing that she’s thinking of seven kinds of sex perversion.

>You sigh while dispensing yourself one more glass of apple cider.

“Flutters, you really gotta get your mind out of the gutter.”

>”It’s a force of habit, sorry.”

“It’s cool, just relax alright?”

>In sync you and Fluttershy took a chug of your drinks then sighed clearly pleased from the satisfying taste of apple cider.

>”So Nony,” she began, meeting your eyes. “It’s later.”

>From her tone, you can tell she was talking about ‘Anon and the case of the Elusive Bit’ that happened earlier.

“So?”

>”So you’re a horrible liar.”

“…so I’ve been told.”

>”Mind telling me what was on your mind at that time?”

“Why don’t you tell me since you’re invading my thoughts every waking moment?”

>”I think,” she said, giving you the quick up-down scan with her eyes, “you was thinking about me.”

>You grab the bottle of apple cider and turn away, putting the apple cider back on the shelf.

“And that’s enough apple cider for you.”

>”Awwww, you’re no fun. Mister Boring.”

“I happen to like boring, it’s safe, predictable and-“

>”Boring. I know you Anon, you’re not a fan of boredom.”

>You turn back around to face her, taking another swig of your drink.

“Still, I prefer boring over spontaneous.”

>She leans forward, laying her chin on her front hooves, her head tilted to the left.

>”Why are you afraid?”

“Who said anything about fear?”

>”You did, I can read between the lines, mister.”

“Well hooray for you, but to answer your question, I’m not afraid of anything, well, except Rarity with a yard stick; I swear that is the stuff of horror.”

>”Huh?”

“Yeah, before I was a shut-in, Dash was interested in somebody of class, I got roped into a practice date with Dash because she needed to brush up on her skills, Rarity offered to help and…”

>”Ya huh?”

“Well, she got pissed at me and Dash for clowning around and using the word ‘indubitably’ every chance we got. We wised up when she started slapping a yard stick on the table.”

>She snorted, her relaxed smile growing.

>”That sounds fun and spontaneous.”

“Speak for yourself; Rarity with a yard stick is down-right scary, you couldn’t pay me to be around her with that weapon of knuckle destruction.”

>Fluttershy held in her laughter, “so does that mean you’ll do it for free?”

“I…you…shuddup.”

 

>She snickers, “just messing with you.”

“Mhm.”

>”Can I have one more glass of apple cider?”

“Pff, no.”

>”Nony, you should know that I don’t play around when it comes to my apple cider.”

“Whoooa, why the hostility? Who are you and what have you done with Fluttershy? Such violence. You’re on that stuff aren’t you?”

>”Great Celestia no, I haven’t dabbed Chaotic Cotton over my eyes for a few years now.”

“What? What is that?”

>”It’s a magical kind of cotton, you dip it in water then let the liquid run over your eye lids. And well I…never again. Ever. Don’t you ever try it either, please, just don’t.”

>You lean in closer; you’ve become intrigued from her answer.

“Go on, what else should I avoid?”

>She looks up for a moment, tapping a hoof on her chin, thinking of something else.

>”Oh! And by Luna, avoid Luna’s Lucid Lust Dust at all costs.”

>Damn it what is the deal with all these fucking L’s?!

“What does that do?”

>”Well it overlays your dream world with the real world, it becomes hard to figure out what is real and what isn’t. If you sleep at all while under the effects, it gets worse and will last longer.”

“Seriously? How long does it last?”

>”Three days if you don’t sleep, nearly two weeks if you do. It’s also supposed to delay the effects of alcohol for a few hours, but that’s only if you already have buzz going, a lot ponies get that mixed up. Oh! And one more thing… ”

>Her cheeks burn to a bright red.

“Yeah?”

>”There’s no way around it, but you get horny during the night. Relentlessly horny, but luckily that only happens around the late hours.”

>Huh, get blunt with it why don’t ya?

>Note to self: Stay away from Chaotic Cotton and Luna’s Lucid Lust Dust like it’s the plague.

“Anything else?”

>”Nope, that’s it, anything else is safe.”

“Good to know, Fluttershy, do I even want to know how you know all that?”

>”I kinda got involved in the wrong crowd when I was a model.”

>…

>She Watson?

“What?”

>”Hmm?”

“A model?”

>”Mhm, for a little while.”

“Hold up wait a minute, let’s rewind back to the beginning of time, you was a model?”

>”For a little while, yes. I didn’t care for it too much, but the money was good, I guess. I got /really/ popular. Right now I’ve got more bits than I know what to do with.”

 

>Huh, so she is loaded. That explains her shopping spree.

“That’s a surprising little fact, but then again it shouldn’t because, well, I can see that happening. You being a model and all.”

>She blinks a few times, “A-Anon are y-you s-saying what I think you’re saying?”

“Depends, what do you think I’m saying?”

>”That I look good enough to be a model.”

“You’re cute as a button, I’ll give you that.”

>”Beautiful?”

“I suppose so, for a mythical creature, most mythical creatures have a quality of beauty. You being a Pegasus, fall into that category.”

>”Awww, what about hot?”

“Tis a hot day, so in means of temperature and you in all that fur, yeah, you’re hot.”

>She rolls her eyes while shaking her head from your response.

>”Okay, what about sexy?”

“You’re pushing it.”

>”Oh, heehee, sorry.”

>She taps your fore arm with a hoof, “seriously though, sexy?”

“I’ll pour you some more apple cider if I don’t have to answer that.”

>”Deal.”

>You turn around to grab the bottle of apple cider, whipping back around, you refill her glass.

>Before she took a drink of it, she looks at you with curiosity.

>”Okay, off the record, seriously, do you think I’m sexy?”

“You’ve had way too much apple cider, pass the glass back.”

>She gulps the drink on the spot and slides it back to you, you groan in response.

>”What? You never said if it should be empty or not.”

“What am I going to do with you?” you asked as you shook your head.

>”Anything you want, I brought hoofcuffs and other fun items just in case.”

>So that’s what she brought.

“Are you on that Luna’s Lust stuff right now?”

>”No, why?”

“Because you really need to calm your horny ass down.”

>”I’m a mare in both love and lust, sue me.”

“And you’ve had enough drinking for this month, Miss Kindness.”

>”Awwwww, Mister Boring on duty yet again.”

>She must be a light-weight or something, because she’s never this…what’s the word?

>Eh, it’ll come to you.

“Damn straight and it’ll stay that way.”

>She places both hooves on your left hand, looking deeply into your eyes.

>”Oh come on Anon. It doesn’t hurt to have some fun.”

“Clearly you’ve never experienced a hangover.”

>You grab the bottle of apple cider and supplied yourself yet another glass of it.

>”Not so fast, honey, you can’t drink if I can’t drink otherwise you can kiss your chance of getting my soup recipe goodbye.”

“How about a drink for the lovely mare?”

>”Why, yes thank you, good sir,” she said snickering to herself, playing along.

>Ha, you forgot how fun drunk Fluttershy can be.

>You decided to just slide the entire bottle of apple cider to her, because you know she’s going to drain it of its contents anyway before this evening is over.

>The both of you clink glass-to-bottle and took another swig.

>After taking a drink of yours, you notice Fluttershy is still drinking from the bottle, gulping it down.

“Uhh…Flutters?”

>Ten seconds fly by and she puts the empty bottle down on the counter, she sighs in appreciation for the stuff.

>Her eyes examine your face for a second, her cheeks a drunken rosy pink, “Hey Nony.”

“Yeah?”

>”I have a propopinsition for you.”

“You mean proposition?”

>”Yes, that word. Whaddya say we break the rules a little bit of the diet thing?”

“Listening…”

>”Let’s have fun tonight, we’re in the castle on a little vacation, we’ve got Vinyl’s performance coming up soon AND…”

>She uses a hoof to signal for you to come closer, you lean forward, face to face with her.

>You almost jolted when her soft, smooth hooves touch your cheeks; her eyes become half-lidded, enticing you.

>”If my memory serves me correctly, there’s some bread, butter, cinnamon, sugar and an oven in the kitchen.”

>Unf~

>”Thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

“I’ll tell you what I’m thinking.”

>You inch closer to her face.

“That’s the sexiest thing you ever told me,” you whispered.

>You did not think it was possible for her cheeks to be as red as they are now.

>She comes closer to you, your lips and hers nearly touching.

>A moment passes in silence breathing, she inhales while you exhale and vice-versa.

>”How long has it been since you’ve got some?”

“It has been way too long, like three days or something.”

>”You need it huh? The sweet taste of cinnamon toast teasing your tongue, the smell just under your nose and an open jar of peach honey to dip the next three slices in.”

“Interest rising…”

>Among other things…

>You have the weirdest yet reasonable boner right now.

 

 

 

>”That’s just minutes away. Just me, you, cinnamon toast and peach honey.”

“Flutters, stop teasing.”

>”Believe me sweetie, I don’t tease…much.”

“You’re losing me.”

>”Okay, okay, on one condition.”

“Alright, what?”

>She taps a front hoof on your left face cheek playfully, border-line drunken laughter occurs in her throat.

>”Driiink with meeee,~” she said in the cutest way possible, the apple cider heavy on her breath. “We have a deal?”

>How can you possibly say no? She’s letting you slide on this one this one time.

>Perhaps some of you have rubbed off on her over the years.

>When you arrived in Equestria, you and her friends spent a lot of time together.

>Four things were a constant factor when you hung out with them: Good times are guaranteed no matter where or when.

>Rainbow Dash always got in trouble with the law and you would be there to bail her out because she’s a legitimate bro to you, even when she pisses you off.

>Fluttershy, before she went all rape-y crazy on you, was the only sane one, she never showed her wild side. So tonight you hope to witness it.

>And Rarity does the craziest shit when she’s drunk.

>You’ve lost count of how many sides that have gone missing since you’ve been in Equestria.

>However.

>There’s a reason you prefer having a quiet life now, when you were on Earth, you’ve seen your wild drunk side on camera.

>Even though it’s hilarious, you know for a fact that the only off switch is you waking up the next day wondering what the Heavenly hurled H-bomb fuck happen the previous night.

>Too many times you’ve experience said shut off switch with a deadly hangover and a shit load of messages left by pissed off people on your phone.

>You end up with unexplained credit card charges on your bill.

>Occasionally you’d run into someone saying ‘dude why are you still in town? There’s a price on your head, but hey, holy shit what a sick party!’

>You were swimming in debt and found yourself in between jobs more than you would like to admit to.

>And not to mention you got in trouble with the law far too many times.

>Yeah, your criminal record isn’t exactly spotless.

>And now that you think about it…

>You’re not on Earth anymore and damn it you need your motherfucking slice of cinnamon toast!

“M’lady, you got yourself a deal.”

>”Kiss on it?”

“Wait, what?”

 

>Fluttershy stole a peck from you before you can process what she said.

>”Anon, you’re the best!”

“Mhm yeah, don’t mention it, really,” you said, wiping your mouth with your hand.

>You back away, smoothly turning around to the collection of drinks that were on the shelf.

“Okay, what looks good up here?”

>You pinch your chin while in thought, looking for anything that’ll get you fucked up.

>”Heeey, get that ‘Amethyst’ bottle, that looks good,” Fluttershy suggested.

>Just two shelves up, there was an ancient looking bottle of ‘Amethyst’.

>The glass bottle was clear and the liquid in it glows a purple-pinkish neon color.

>What you find strange about it, it looks vaguely familiar to you like a distant memory.

>You stroke your chin trying to recall where exactly you’ve seen it before.

>Only to have nothing come back to you. It just really stands out as something familiar to you.

>You shrug and reach for it, the bottle a lot colder to the touch than your expected.

>Turning back around, you pop off the cork and pour yourself a shot of the stuff in your glass of apple cider that still hasn’t been finished yet.

>”What’s this? Mixing drinks? That’s quite spontaneous of you, Mister Boring,” she said laying on the sarcasm.

“Mister Boring has left the building.”

>You grab the glass, realizing there’s no turning back and knocked the liquid to the back of your throat.

>Sure it burned like hell, but damn it the apple cider is good.

>”How was it?” Fluttershy asked, letting her devious smirk show.

“Burns…like…hell.”

>”Mind pouring me one? Please?”

>With a shrug, you do just that as well as giving yourself another shot.

>You clinked glasses once again and find the taste of ‘Amethyst’ delicious.

>Like a perfectly crafted mixed of cranberry and grape or something.

>Fluttershy on the other hand coughed out of control saying ‘so good’ in between fits of coughing.

>”Lemme get ‘nother one.”

“You sure?”

>”Mhm, I-I’m fine.”

“Well if the lady insists…”

>Without protest, you let the liquid flow in her glass yet again.

>And once again Fluttershy chugs it.

>”Oooh, that’s different.”

“Hmm?”

>”It’s weird, it didn’t have a taste at first. It was just strong as I don’t know what, but now it tastes like grape and cranberries and went down without burning.”

“What is this stuff anyway?”

>She shrugs, “I unno, but I like it.”

“Agreed, now about that cinnamon toast…”

 

 

 

>It didn’t take long for you two to make it to the kitchen, both of you staggered in cackling like hyenas loud enough to alert the guards.

“We can’t see a damn thing Flutters, there’s no way you can find it.”

>”I sweeear, there’s some here, I know it. I can sense it!”

>Oh yeah, another thing, Fluttershy is rambling utter madness.

“Flutters, you can’t sense apple cider.”

>She stomps her way up to a cabinet you assume because you can barely see Fluttershy’s silhouette.

>”Hmph, watch me.”

“Mmm, gladly.”

>Whoa, where the fuck did that come from?

>”What was that sweetie?”

“Oh n-nothing. Nothing whatsoever, go back to sensing apple cider, dear.”

>”Anon, I love you, but you really gotta learn how to lie otherwise I would ask Applejack to resign so you can take her place as The Element of Honesty.”

>…ouch.

“Shuddup.”

>You decide stand at the entrance for a while to let your eyes adjust before you throw down in this kitchen.

>The sound of a cabinet door opening catches your attention then Fluttershy’s ear-drum shattering squee.

>”Applejackpot! Yeeeessss, Noooony, guess what I found?~”

>You lean against the frame of the kitchen entrance, crossing your arms.

“Lemme guess, apple cider?”

>”No, but I’ll give you a hint, it’s a cabinet full of what you have on your nightstand and it’s not the alarm clock.”

“Flutters, that’s not funny.”

>”I swear! Want me to take some off the shelf? Y’know for that experiement with peach honey and cinnamon toast?”

“Yes. Please. Oh and Fluttershy?”

>”Yes?”

“I am so stealing ‘Applejackpot’.”

>”Noooooo!”

 

>A matter of minutes passed of gathering material for a royal pig out session.

>You were standing at the stove prepping some toast, Fluttershy thought it would be cute if you wore a chef hat, so she managed to sneak one on your head.

>Currently, she’s on your back witnessing your culinary genius.

>Thanks to the moonlight, you’re able to see a little bit of what you’re doing.

>”Mmm I love how you spread the butter. Hnn I can’t wait until it’s in my-”

“Don’t start that shit again.”

>”Oh heehee, sorry,” she gives you an apologetic peck on your cheek. “Please, continue with your culinary genius.”

“Flutters, my mind, get out of it.”

>”I did again didn’t I?”

“Yeah. Stop it. Please. You’re freaking me out.”

>”Sorry honey,” as a way to apologize she started to suck on your neck, causing a rush of ‘feel good’.

>You let her be for now, you can’t get distracted from creating your most favorite snack of all time.

>It was hard to focus on the task however with her turning you on.

>This isn’t something you can prevent. Women or Mare, your body will always react the same.

>She pulls away for a moment, moaning in your ear.

>You bit your bottom lip trying to keep from saying ‘damn that’s hot’ out loud.

“Fluttershy, seriously, I’m trying to do something here.”

>”S-sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re drunk.”

>”No it’s…never-mind.”

>You shrug and continue prepping, for a minute or two, Fluttershy remained quiet, trapped in her own thoughts.

>After finish prepping your eight pieces of toast, she spoke up with a question you thought she forgot about.

>”Was it me who you were thinking about earlier? You can tell me. Heck you can tell me anything.”

“Off the record?”

>”Mhm, if you’d like.”

“Off the record, yeah, it was you.”

>Instead of doing anything giddy or border-line rape-y, she simply says “Okay.”

>Then she furthered the conversation. “You remember our little deal we made on our second annual Day of Peace? Y’know about the ‘having fun’ thing?”

>Goodness she’s chatty when under the influence.

“Yeah?”

>”My offer still stands, in case you ever want to get ‘that’ out of your system, it’s not healthy to keep it all pent up, hun.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

>”N-no but seriously, that can make you go crazy. That’s kinda why I am the way I am sometimes.”

“Did you go to some mare-only school or something?”

>”For a majority of my life, yes. Full of strict teachers at school and strict rules under my dad.”

“That explains a lot.”

>”Hmmm?”

“Flutters, think about it, you went to a school that’s equivalent to a catholic girl-only for a good chunk of your life and you’re quiet as a mouse. Do you know what that tells me?”

>”I think I have an idea, but go on.”

“It tells me you’re the Freak of Freaks.”

>”Oh, well,” she makes a lustful giggle right in your ear, “only for you, handsome.”

>Damn it, you’re gonna need a towel to wipe your forehead if your plan on getting through the rest of tonight.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” you said under your breath as quietly as possible.

>You grab the tray before Fluttershy said something that made a bit nervous.

>”You should watch your language, Nony,” she said then giving you another sweet kiss on your cheek.

>Oh God…

>She heard that, you are so fucked.

>You try not to panic when you open the pre-heated oven.

>Fluttershy fluttered backward away from you to give you some room.

>You bend down and slide the tray of absolute deliciousness in the oven.

“Ohohoho baby.”

>There go those tingles again.

>Closing the oven, you step back until you bump your butt against the kitchen island that Fluttershy is apparently sitting on.

>Her fore-legs wrap around your torso, pulling your close for a hug, her left side of her face on your back, inhaling and sighing in relief.

>”Ah I love the smell of roses.”

>You leer over into the window, reminded of why the smell of roses was even mentioned.

“Fuckin’ Equestrian body washes,” you uttered.

>You turn around, Fluttershy loosened her grip for you to do so.

>Facing her, you take the time to thank Luna for raising the moon, its light shines in from a window.

>Thanks to it, you’re able to see Fluttershy’s face, the stunning beauty of her eyes complimented even more thanks to the moon’s light.

>Good lookin’ out, Luna. In a way it’s like Luna is smiling down upon you and The Element of Kindness.

>Butterflies in your stomach start up again, which is seriously starting to annoy you, but you let them be this time.

“S-so, y-you got the peach honey?”

>It surprised you that you actually stuttered, for the first time since you’ve met Fluttershy, you’re the one who’s nervous and almost intimidated by her looks.

>It’s as if you want to impress her or want her to like you.

>God it’s like a high-school crush all over again. At least that’s what it feels like.

>”Mhm.” Her eyes move to the jar of it, already opened with a spoon resting in the jar, which sat to the right of her on the kitchen island surface.

>Finally, you come to your senses, what little you have left anyway. The butterflies are still fluttering.

“Alright, we’ve got the cinnamon toast toastin’, the peach honey on stand-by. Now all we need is-“

>Fluttershy brings out a bottle of apple cider as if she was a magician.

“Annnnd this evening just got better.”

>Using her teeth, she pulls off the cork, holding the bottle in between her hooves tightly.

>Once done, she presents the bottle to you. “Here, you have the first sip.”

>Your eyes’ attention move to the bottle, you grasp it and drink one-third of it with ease.

>”Thirsty much?” she asked with a hint of laughter as you passed the bottle back to her.

>Once she got it back, she drained the rest which you half-expected.

>Without looking she tosses the bottle over her shoulder and with precision it lands in a trash can.

>That had to be pure luck. Had to be, but that was awesome.

>Her eyes shift down to the peach honey, grabbing it, she lifts it up between the two of you.

>”Want the first spoonful?”

“You go ahead, I’ll wait until the toast is done.”

>She blinks in disbelief.

>”You mean you’ll let /me/ have the first spoonful as much as you love it?”

“Mhm, go ahead.”

>”Ummm, Anon I can’t.”

“Would you stop worrying about me?”

>”No I mean I have hooves, I can only do so much.”

“Oh right, duh Anon. I’ll hold the jar.”

 

>She passes you the jar while she uses the spoon to scoop up a spoonful then lead it to her mouth.

>The mystery of the use of hooves is still at large, hooves just work.

>Eyes closed, she hummed a pleased tune, savoring the taste before opening them again.

>You puts down the peach honey on the kitchen island then you see Fluttershy signals you to come closer using a front hoof.

>Shortening the distance between your face and hers, you take the time to thank Luna yet again for raising the moon.

>Your eyes met Fluttershy’s and for a brief moment, it’s like you didn’t even notice she was a pony.

>Despite how much your brain is telling you to get the hell outta Dodge, you linger.

>Your judgment clouded thoroughly, your hands on the table with Fluttershy between them, trapping her in place.

>The memories of interacting like this with someone of the opposite sex causes the line of what’s taboo and what isn’t to blur in havoc.

>It was at this time when the name of the game ‘Cat and Mouse’ made the most sense.

>You recall what Fluttershy asked earlier: ‘who’s chasing who?’

>It’s funny, because right now, you haven’t the slightest clue.

>All you know is you can see the human in her, and before tonight ends Fluttershy will most likely see the animal in you.

>Both of you leaned in toward each other, your eyes closing, your lips touched hers with your consent.

>Fluttershy’s forelegs land on your shoulders, holding you in place to keep your from squirming away.

>At the moment, you’re not exactly tying to…

>’Who’s chasing who?’ the question echoed in your head as you and Fluttershy kept with the playful tongue wrestling match.

>She managed to keep a small amount of peach honey in her mouth as if she had the intention of sharing it with you while the kiss went on.

>A faint taste of apple cider with a hint of Amethyst remains.

>Because of that, all at once it seems to fuel the sudden lust you can’t control.

>You and Fluttershy’s lips seem to be in an inseparable bond.

>You’re letting yourself go ‘there’ for an instant in Time out of pure familiarity of what you experienced in the past in terms of being with someone.

> And suddenly, your mind gets flooded of what you’ve seen all your life.

>How no matter the age young or old, it’s important to have someone special to hold on to for the rough road ahead everyone calls ‘Life’.

>To have someone who’s close that knows your very ways and principals of living.

>To one day have children of your own and help them through life as well, they too will find someone special and so on and so forth.

>The cycle continues until Time runs out.

>That being said, tonight, you’ve learned something.

>Through this journey of life, the actors are different, but the roles remain the same.

>’Who’s chasing who?’ the question rang as if you’re really hearing it.

>That’s a good question actually.

>You’re too far gone to really care right now.

>The kitchen window opens from a sudden strong breeze as if Fate is trying to give you a hint of what should be thrown out of it.

>It’s time to forget about your life you once had, you’ll never set foot on Earth again for the rest of your life.

>So what’s the point of holding onto a rule that’s obsolete?

>A rule that’s causing more torture than helping.

>You know what? Who cares? Fuck Earth, things are different now.

>Internally, you laugh, because everyone around you here keeps saying the same thing.

>Right now you’re in a lip-lock with a mythical creature that’s more than willing to be ‘The Freak of Freaks’ for you and only you.

>Maybe it’s time to have a little fun, see what you’ve been missing out on.

>Fuck the rules.

>After having a deep thought you didn’t know could be that deep, the kiss breaks.

>At the same time you and Fluttershy opened your eyes and you’re seeing her in a different light.

>No really, you’re seeing her in a different light, someone flipped on the light switch that lit up the kitchen.

>You didn’t know there was a light switch. That would have been helpful.

>You lean to the right and see both Celestia and Luna standing at the entrance with toothy grins on their faces.

“Uuuh, how long have you two been standing there?”

>”Long enough,” they said in unison. “Carry on,” Celestia continued before both of them left.

>You focus back on Fluttershy, her fore-legs now at her sides.

“Where were we?”

>”We were waiting on the cinnamon toast. Wanna go back to ‘waiting’?”

“With pleasure.”

>Luna pops her head out at the side of the kitchen frame entrance.

>”By the way, no sex in the kitchen,” Luna said bluntly.

>You give Luna a ‘what the hell is wrong with you?’ look.

“Pff, Luna, please. It’s not a rule.”

>”Ahem,” she said, pointing directly at the top of the kitchen door frame with her eyes.

>A wooden plank with the words ‘No sex in the kitchen’ in black Old English font comes to view.

“Oh it is...huh.”

>”Have fun you two,” Luna said, giving you a look as if to say ‘you better hit that’.

>She reaches over to the light switch to flip it off; you can hear her hooves trot away.

>Then you hear the princesses turn into giddy school girls.

>”EEEEP! ISN’T THAT JUST ADORABLE?!” Celestia shouted.

>”THEY ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER!!”

>”LET’S DRINK SOME TEA AND TALK ABOUT IT!!”

>You shake your head then bring your attention to your... err…umm…

>Fuck buddy? Marefriend? Close friend?

>Oh whatever, you’re too far gone to care. You’ll figure that out later.

>Anyways…

>You are Anonymous.

>Giver of God-like belly rubs and unmerciful tickles.

>You live in Equestria, P0nyville more specifically.

>And anything goes.

 

End of part 13