Anon/Fluttershy 2

>You open your eyes and your vision comes to. Did you just black out? Huh... Didn't even notice. Of course, how would you notice anyways?

>It's dark in the house. You are wrapped in a thick patched quilt. How long were you out? What time is it? You lay there staring up at the ceiling, allowing your eyes to adjust to the darkness.

>It must have been 30 minutes later, but you are confident in your night vision now. You look over and spot the dimly lit silohuette of Fluttershy sleeping on the couch. She must have been watching over you while you were knocked out to make sure nothing bad happened.

>That hit you hard in the chest. To be shown this much kindness is almost unnerving. You manage to fight back a tear.

>The realization of a few hours earlier comes crawling back into your mind. If this is real, are you the only human to know about it? Are you still on planet Earth? An even more urgent question seeps into your mind. One you cannot ignore and it hurts to even think about.

>Do you stay or do you go?

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>You begin to evaluate your life up to this point.

>You had no family. You abandoned them long ago. A feeling of guilt and betrayal was left behind. You told nobody anything. You just packed your old assault pack, grabbed your guitar, and just walked. You had no wife to cry for you. No children to block the door to prevent your leaving.

>You broke your mother's heart. You can't help but shake the feeling of being under her watchful eye every night. The moon itself a window to your very soul where she can fill your dreams with sweet memories.

>You repect and admire you father. Calling you crazy when you enlisted to the Marine Corps. Embracing you in a hug and a handshake the day of your graduation. You were inspired by his strength as a child. He chased monsters from the dark. He could lifted you and your brothers over his head with one arm each. He was military too after all. It was only natural to follow.

>You loved your brothers. One older, one younger. Both wild and crazy. You were the middle child, the quiet one. While they caused trouble, you stood to the side and laughed to yourself. You stood by your eldest and defended the younger. Never afraid to get down and dirty when the time called for it.

>You have a large smile on your face as you box the air in the dark. You laughed softly to yourself as not to disturb Fluttershy.

>Fluttershy...

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>You turn your head back to the little yellow pegasus sleeping on the sofa. You have abandoned the idea that this is a dream. The fact that you were alive and not frozen in the cold had to mean something. She gave you her food, her home, even her utmost concern and attention.

>The fact that she even cared about you hit you harder than anything else. You can repay her food, and the shelter for the night, but can you really pay her back for the thought and consideration she has given you?

>You turn away from her, facing the door. You mull this over in your mind for well over an hour. You abandoned your life in hopes for a new start. Well here's your chance to start anew. And with the most caring person you ha-. Haha, pony. The most caring pony you have ever met.

>Without a word, you lay the quilt over Fluttershy. You gently lift her head and slide the pillow under her.

>Fluttershy lets out a soft sob as you gently close the front door.

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>The air is cool. The crickets chirp in synch with each other. Like an orchestra for the moon itself.

>The moon is bright tonight. The sky is partly cloudy from the rain earlier today. It adds an eerie atmosphere to an otherwise beautiful night.

>You have been walking for about half an hour now. Night walks have always been one of your favorite activites. Even forced walks like the day prior. It didn't matter what the circumstances were. You were never alone at night.

>You finally find the tree from yesterday. The ground was damp under the branches, but not soaked like earth around it. You lie down, take a deep breath, and stare into the heavens.

>You find the familiar constellations of your world, but with more altered appearances. Everything seems to be... "ponified". Orion's belt is vertical instead of horizontal. Standing on all fours and carrying a spear in his mouth instead of a bow. You laugh at the thought of a pony trying to use a bow. Or being a fierce hunter at all. Aren't they herbivores? Perhaps this Orion more of a warrior spirit than a hunter.

>Ursa Major in all her beauty stands defiant against the dark void that is space. Ursa Minor not far from its mother. You stare at it for a few minutes and you can swear that they are alive.

>The night sky here feels like it was meant to entertain others. You get a sudden shiver, as if someone was watching you right now.

>You can't resist the urge. Singing is another of your most cherished activities. Combined with a beautiful night like this? You open you guitar case and begin to play.

"Now that she's back in the atmosphere, the drops of Jupiter in her hair-air-air..."

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>You can see the moon about to retreat from the sky as the sun prepares to dawn on a new day. It must be about 6 am since the sun doesn't look like it could rise for another hour or so.

>You give a large sigh as you step back into Fluttershy's house. She must have woken up during the night and went to her bedroom. The quilt was folded into a sort of sleeping mat on the floor with the pillow at the head. She was expecting you to return, or laid out the quilt in case you did happen to come back.

>Would she care if you slept on the couch? She did see you as an animal after all. However you have no evidence against her that she would be upset with you. Rather than assume she wouldn't care, you lie back down on the floor, trying to respect her judgement and personal property.

>The sun has already risen and you awaken to a very angry looking rabbit stomping on your chest.

>Rather than throw your arm up and slam it into the wall, you groan and passively roll over so he slides off you onto the floor. A kick in the rear and you're up.

"Fine!"

>Whatever his problem is, its got you thoroughly annoyed. You ignore it and fold the quilt up and set it on the couch. You don't see Fluttershy, but evidence of her arousal are pretty clear.

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>The animals have all been fed. You gear has been moved from this morning, placed neatly and carefully in the corner.

>You make your way into the kitchen. It is really not that different from a human kitchen. In fact, its the exact same! How does she even work the oven? There's a bowl of apples on the counter and a note next to it.

>'Dear Anonimus,' it starts.

>She spelled your name wrong, but you're more impressed with the fact that she can even write. And in english too! What does she put a pen in her mouth or something? Back to the note.

>'If you decide to stay for breakfast, this bowl of apples is for you. Please eat as much as you like. I have also prepared a bath for you outside when you are finished.' -Fluttershy.

>Again with the gestures of kindness. You do not want to freeload off of this generous pony and make a mental vow to pay her back for everything.

>There must have been about 8 apples in the bowl. Not eating in the last 2 days save for a single apple the night before, you munch down until all that's left is 8 apple cores.

>You find a trash receptacle and toss the cores in. You wash the bowl in the sink and place it off to the side to dry.

>There's a door to the backyard in the kitchen, which you walk out and are hit by the sunlight. The sun is rising on this side of the house and hits you in the eyes the moment you step outside. You shout out and throw you hands over your eyes, momentarily blinded by the powerful rays.

>You recover and continue outside. Around the corner is a large metal tub filled with soapy water. You cautiously look around for prying eyes. Pony or not, you would rather not be seen naked. The water is warm meaning it was just recently prepared. Wherever Fluttershy ran off to, she had this whole morning planned perfectly.

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>You pull of your jacket and hang it on a nearby tree. T-shirt, jeans, and underwear too. This bath is a very welcome change. She was probably too kind to say something, but you know for fact you stink bad.

>You dip into the water and a rush of ecstasy fills your brain. The warm, still water feels amazing as you lazily suspend your body in the tub. Finally, a real bath! You find a loofah at the bottom of the tub and begin furiously scrubbing every possible inch of your body.

>After you duck your head and rinse yourself, you feel a level of relaxation that you desperately needed. You feel as if your muscles were about to give out on you any day now.

>You couldn't have been in the bath for more than 20 minutes before you decide it's time to climb out.

>*sigh* "Really?"

>You just realized you left your pack inside with all of your extra clothes. Taking a quick look around you jump out and grab your jeans and throw them on right quick. You can never be too sure when someone can walk up to the house.

>You step back into the kitchen, remembering to duck your head. Fluttershy enters the front door at the same time.

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>You walk into the living room and you meet eye to eye with Fluttershy. Her eyes drift to your naked chest. She blushes furiously and looks away.

>"Oh, good morning Anonymous. I hope you found your breakfast and bath okay."

>Her voice is so sweet.

"Yes I did. Thank you very much Fluttershy. I couldn't pay you enough for all you have done for me in the day that I've been here."

>Fluttershy peeks up and gives an adorable giggle.

>"You don't need to do that. I only want to make you feel at home."

"Home...?" Your memory skips back for a moment or too until you snap back to reality. You put your arms behind your back, look down, and smile.

>You finally realize that you are still without a shirt or shoes. You quickly apologize and excuse yourself to find a change of clothes. You haven't had a clean change of clothes in a while. Given the circumstances of your travels, you usually wore a set of clothes for about 2 or 3 days before changing them out. That was your last pair of clean clothes. You can't believe you forgot to ask the woman before to use her washer...

>You settle for a change of red shorts and a white tank top. You ask her to turn around for a minute while you change. She complies. You call out to her as you finish.

"Fluttershy?"

>"Yes Anonymous?"

"Please just call me Anon. And I have a favor to ask you."

>She smiles at you with wondering eyes.

"I don't suppose you would allow me to wash my clothes somewhere would you?"

>"Oh yes of course! The laundry room is next to the bathroom down the hall."

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>You grab you pack and follow her to the laundry room. The bathroom door is open and you spot the shower. She has indoor plumbing too? Not that it matters. You're too large to fit in that tiny shower anyways.

>Expecting an old timey hand wash board, instead you find a fully operational washing machine and dryer. Why does she have these? Do ponies where clothes? You shake the thought and leave your pack for Fluttershy in the laundry room as you go outside to retrieve your clothes from the tree.

>Fluttershy watches in wonder as you pull your clothes out of your pack. They are almost all the same, with very little variety. In total you have 5 grey t-shirts, 3 pairs of jeans, 10 pairs of socks, 10 pairs of boxers, your jacket, and the shorts and tank top you're wearing.

>She notices the lack of color in your clothing.

>"Why do you like wearing those sad colors?"

>You never really thought about it. It could be your lack of interest in name brand clothes. Perhaps they were just cost effective? You ponder this thought for a minute before answering.

"I guess it's just because of my neutral personality."

>Is this really the best you can come up with?

"I'm a pretty passive person. I'm not trying to impress anyone or blend in with others so I never really cared about how I look."

>This was a lie. Even if this were partly true, you still maintained a shaved face and tried to keep your hair short. This sparked another idea as you dug through your pack and found your hygiene bag.

>Fluttershy is still unsatisfied with your answer but doesn't question it. She is studying your body as you dig through your pack.

>You walk on two legs and have what appears to be flattened hooves on all four limbs with 5 digits attached to each. You use the two you dont walk on for grasping. You are fairly hairy, but lack hair on most of your body.

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>She assumes the reason you cover yourself is to keep yourself warm and protect yourself from the elements. While this is half true, she doesn't realize that your society deems it inappropriate to expose yourself.

>You look up at her and meet her eyes. She looks away again, embarassed at being caught looking at your body like that.

>You know what she was doing and hold out your hand to her. She peeks over and sees you smiling, in turn, causing her to smile.

>"I'm sorry..." she squeaks out.

"No worries. I know you have probably never seen a human before, so curiosity is natural. I have to say the same for myself."

>You pet her mane and she practically shivers at your touch.

"Fluttershy may I use your bathroom? I haven't shaved in a while and I can't go walking around your house looking so unkempt."

>She doesn't understand what's so 'unkempt' about you, but she allows you to use her bathroom.

>You're not getting naked, so you leave the door open. She sits beyond the door frame watching as you apply a white foam to your face and start scraping yourself with a metal blade.

>"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Only when I slip and cut my skin but it doesn't hurt that bad."

>Not. As soon as you say something you cut yourself just above your chin. The bloods seeps out but you ignore it.

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>Fluttershy sees your hand twitch as you cut yourself and watched the blood drip from your face. Her eyes widen at the sight of freshly drawn blood and it appears that she is about to have a panic attack.

>You quickly finish shaving, wash your face, and stick a small patch of toilet paper to stop the flow. You reach over and pat her head, calmly shushing her.

>She understands and calms down but cannot wrap her head around the reason you would do that to yourself instead of just letting your hair grow. She also notes that it does make you look a little more... attractive... Save for the blood spot on your chin that is.

>You give her a quick hug and go back to the sink. You get your tooth brush and tooth paste and brush your teeth. Fluttershy looks on, silently studying your dental features.

>She doesn't have to look hard to notice your canines. She seems to become even more intrigued after discovering the fact that you eat meat.

>You spit and turn to her, grinning your... pearly whites? They are not rotted or too darkly stained, but still disgusting nonetheless. It's gonna take a while before you get your teeth clean again.

>She stares at you again, seemingly lost in thought.

"Fluttershy."

>Surely he is too kind to eat one of your precious pets.

"Fluttershy."

>Omnivore or not, surely he would wish to eat meat sometime. Perhaps the Everfree Forest has creatures to-

"Fluttershy!" You clap your hands and she snaps out of it.

>"Huh? What? Oh, Anon! I'm sorry. I was just thinking about something."

"That's okay. I'm the same way." You can't help but laugh at her embarassed face.

"So," You begin to pack up your hygiene gear. "what's the plan for the day?"

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