Sweaty Personhorses: Chapter I

>Day 3 of Gilda Watch

>If you could even call it that

>You hadn't seen Gilda since she 'confronted' you

>Either she's planning something big, or Dash hasn't let her out of her sight

>Probably the later

>Chuckling, you climb out of bed and start your morning routine

>After putting the breakfast dishes in the sink, you walk out the front door and into the sunshine

>Suddenly, your groggy brain remembers something

>Didn't Fluttershy say she needed help over at her cottage the other day?

>Flutters is usually pretty reserved about her animals

>Hope she's okay

 

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>On the way to the cottage, you have that familiar sensation you had that night in the fields

>Looking up through the dense trees, you try to find any sign of Gilda

>Nothing

>Heh. You left the safety of town like an idiot

>That was probably her plan all along; wait 'til you were alone and then...

>Better pick up the pace

>Soon, the humble little cottage came into view

>Giving the door a little tap, you were quickly answered

>"WH-WHO'S THERE?!"

"It's just me, Flutters."

>"A-Anon?"

>The sound of many latches and locks being undone is heard from the other side of the door

>A little teal eyes appeared from behind the it

>"Oh, Anon! It IS you!"

>She gave you a little hug

>It was surprisingly tight

"Oof! What's wrong, Flutters?"

>Fluttershy retracted her hug and shrank back into her doorway

>"G-Gilda..."

"Gilda?!"

>She gave a little squeak

>"I-I haven's left my house after hearing s-she was back in town."

>Can't blame her

"Is that why you needed my help?"

>She gave a little nod

>"If you could go check on the critters out back, I'd really appreciate it."

"Sure thing."

>Walking to the back yard, you heard Fluttershy re-lock her door.

>She must be more paranoid than you thought

 

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>Most of the animals back here were fine

>The chickens need a little feed, so you grab the sack and pour a little in

>Suddenly, you hear a familiar sound

>Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch

>Cursing under your breath, you calmly finish pouring the food

>Turning around, you see Gilda in all her dykey glory

>"Well, well, well. Looks like the dweeb came out to play."

>Alright, stay cool

"Gilda! I was starting to worry you forgot me."

>She obviously doesn't appreciate your sarcasm

>"I told you you hadn't seen the last of me, dweeb."

>She crosses her arms

>"After I realized you weren't gonna leave that comfy little town, I had to do something."

>A cruel grin formed on her lips

>"So why I lured you out here."

>Wait, what?

"Wait, what?"

>"Yep. You weren't giving me a clear shot, so I came over here and muscled your pushover friend."

>No... Fluttershy would never...

>"And I didn't even need to use force! Just took my boot off and she begged for mercy."

>She shifted in her boots, causing that familiar sound

>"So I had her call you over."

>Gilda begins advancing on you

>"Looks like she held up her end of the deal."

>"Anon! I'm so sorry!"

>Benedict Flutters shouts from the window

>"Quiet!"

>With an 'eep', the window slams shut

>"Now get ready, dweeb."

>Your heart starts thumping, and the blush was on its way

"C-Can't we talk about this?"

>She ignored you and kept walking

"I got bits... Is 30 enough?"

>"Nope."

"50?"

>Gilda pushes you to the ground

"75? 100?"

>Her giant boot is brought to rest on your chest

>Squelch

>The stench wafted towards your nose

>You take a little whiff and immediately cough

>Sharp old cheese, vinegar, and leather was the only way to describe it

>Gilda smiles down at you

>"Like it? I've had to run around with Dash all day."

>Reaching down, she begins unlacing her boots

>"Now you get to enjoy the fruits of my labor."

>Your heart was almost leaping out of your chest as the string slowly unraveled

>Just as the last knot comes loose, a voice rings through the woods

>"Gilllllda!"

>Hearing her name, she quickly glances around

>"Dash?! Shit! Thought I ditched her!"

>She looks down at you

>"Hurry, get up!"

>Yanking you to your feet, Gilda begins dusting you off

>Just in time too, as Dash rounds the corner of Flutters' cottage

>"Gilda! You gotta quit flaking on me like this! You promised you'd check out my Wonderbolts uniform!"

>"Oh yeah... just had to say hello to this dwee- I mean Anon."

>Dash casually glances over at you

>"Oh hey, Anon."

"Hey Dash."

>"Now c'mon! This will be the last thing I show you. Promise."

>Gilda let out a sigh

>"Alright Dash, last thing."

>"Yeah! Savin' the best for last!"

>Dash begins marching happily back to town

>Gilda angrily jabs her finger into your chest.

>"This was the first and last time you're getting away from me. I promise: you WILL be mine next time."

>She turns and quickly runs after Dash

>THUD

>"Anon!"

>Fluttershy rushes over and embraces you

>"Please! I'm so sorry! Did she hurt you?! This is all my fault!"

>Tears start welling in her eyes

>"Gilda came and... the smell was just so awful..."

>Her teal eyes beg for forgiveness

>"You understand what I had to do right? Please... don't be mad."

"Shh... I don't blame you."

>You gently rub her shoulder

>"But w-why did Gilda want to see you?"

"I, uh, don't know. But I promise you won't be involved anymore."

>With a sigh, Flutters releases your torso

>You turn to leave but are stopped by Fluttersy grabbing your wrist

>"Anon, if there's anything I could do, please let me know. I still feel awful about tricking you."

>Looking down, you see Fluttershy is wearing her simple green sandals she wears everyday

>A dark imprint from the dirt and sweat can be see around her toes

>You must have stared too long, as Flutters speaks up

>"Um, Anon, I don't mean to be a bother, but you've been staring at my... um... feet."

>Feeling the blood rush to your cheeks, you quickly look up at her teal eyes

>She had an even deeper blush

"Er, sorry. Fluttershy... I was just thinking of what you could do for me."

>"Oh yes. So?"

>This is going to be difficult

>Flutters is a timid girl

>You can't just tell her you want her feet

>Thinking back to that night with Pank and Epul, you get an idea

"Fluttershy, I'd like to... give you a foot massage."

>Her teal orbs became teal pinpricks covered by pink strands

>"W-W-What? W-Why? I said I'd do s-something for YOU..."

"T-This IS for me. Rubbing a pretty girl's feet is very therapeutic for me."

>Smooth

>Her blush deepens and she giggles shyly

>"O-Oh my~... Well, I couldn't deny such a request..."

>Fluttershy leads you into her cottage

>Both of you sit down as she kicks off her sandals

>Swinging her legs around, her feet come to rest on your leg

>"W-Whenever you're ready, Anon."

>Flutters' feet were actually pretty large for such a dainty girl

>Not as big as AJ's, though

>Snapping out of the trance her peds had you in, you begin the massage

>You take her right foot in your hand and begin kneading her arch

>The second your thumbs make contact, she squeals

>"I'm sorry, that tickles."

>HNNNG

>The massage continues with Fluttershy getting more comfortable and relaxed

>Eventually, she is lying on her back, head on the armrest, and humming a soft tune with her eyes closed

>"Oh, Anon. This feels wonderful."

>You feel pretty wonderful, too

>Flutters stretches a little, causing her big toe to press into your stomach,

>You jump a little from the sensation

>"Oh, did I hurt you?"

"Nah. Just kinda tickled."

>She smiles and pokes you with her toes again

>You squeal and shift your body away

>C-C'mon, quit!"

>"Hee hee, sorry. Couldn't resist."

>She places her foot back into your lap

>This continues for a while until Flutters looks over at her clock

>"Oh. It's getting rather late. And with Gilda gone, I need to run some errands."

>She lifts her feet off you and slips them back into her sandals

>Slightly dissappointed, you follow her over to her door

>Kinda wish she let you have some fun with her feet

>But that's probably too much too ask from such a shy girl

>At least that tickle she gave you was something

>Flutters and you walk out the door

>After locking it in several places, she turns and gives you a hug

>"Hmm, we'll have to do that again sometime."

>Her shyness quickly returned as she released you and blushed

>"I mean... if that's okay with you."

>You respond with your own blush

"I'd love to."

>Fluttershy turns to leave, but turns back and gives you a quick peck on the cheek before running off

>With a big, goofy grin on your face, you head back to town

>The walk was uneventful

>No ambushes from Gilda like she promised

>Dash was probably still showing off her stuff

>Heh, "stuff"

>You were too distracted by your thoughts to notice your sleeve snag on a branch

>RIP

"Ugh, damn... Rarity's gonna kill me..."

>Destination: Carousel Boutique

>ETA: 15 minutes

 

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>You approach the lair of the diva and ring the doorbell

>It's a literal bell

>"Coming~!"

>Rarity's voice rings through the boutique

>The door opens revealing the fashionista herself, albeit with her eyes closed

>"Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where everything is sleek, chic, and magnifique!"

>She opens her eyes

>"Oh! Anonymous, darling! I wasn't expecting you. Come in, come in."

>Rarity gestures you in

>She takes a seat and you do the same

>"So what brings you by, Anonymous?"

"Oh, I just kinda, y'know, ripped my shirt..."

>You lift up your arm for emphasis

>Rarity examines the tear

>"Oh, is that all? Not a problem, dear! I'll have this sewn up by tomorrow! Just let me check to see if I have any matching fabric."

>As she leaves, you hear a thud coming from upstairs

>"Dangit, Scootaloo! Stop!"

>Sounds like Rarara's babysitting again

>Curiosity gets the better of you

>Reaching the top of the staircase, you open the door into Rarity's studio

>Scootaloo was sitting on top of Applebloom, trying to keep her down

>"Scootaloo, get OFF!"

>"Not until you take it back!"

>"NggNO!"

>Meanwhile, Sweetie was trying to break up the tussle

>"Guys, they're BOTH awesome! Please stop!"

>It appears they still haven't seen you yet

"Girls? What's going on here?"

>"Oh, Mister Anon!"

>Sweetie Belle rushes over to you

>"W-What are you doing here?"

"I came by to have Rarity stitch up my shirt. What are YOU doing?"

>Scoots speaks up

>"Applebloom here thinks her sister could beat up Rainbow Dash!"

>"'Cause she can!"

>"No she can't, and you're gonna take that back!"

>"No!"

>"Fine then."

>With a smug smirk, Scootaloo lifted her left socked foot and pressed it into Bloom's face

>"AAAAHMPH!"

>Sweetie gave you a look that said "please help"

"Alright girls, break it up."

>You walk over and pick up Scoots by the pits, easily lifting her off Applebloom

>"Grr! Lemme go!"

>Sweetie helps Bloom up as Scootaloo kicks her little legs

>"I said let go!"

>One of her kicks connects with your stomach, stunning you long enough for her to wiggle free

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

>The loudness of your voice surprised even you

"Ahem. Girls? Would you please tell me what happened?"

>Scootaloo pointed at AB

>"Applebloom was going on about how Applejack could beat up anyone, including Rainbow Dash!"

>"Tha's 'cause she can, Scoots. She even beat you up, right, Mister Anon?"

"Wha?"

>"Mah sister was gigglin' about how she had you at 'er feet th'other night."

>Oh

>"That means she beat'cha, right?"

"Listen girls. There will be many times in life where someone disagrees with you. But that doesn't mean you get to hit them until they do. Understand?"

>Scoots hangs her head

>"Yes, Mister Anon..."

"Good. Now what do you say to Applebloom?"

>Scootaloo mumbles an apology

>Good enough

"Now let's get you three downstairs and some snacks."

>The four of you turn around and who do you see?

>Rarity with her arms crossed

>"Were you three fighting... in my STUDIO?"

>"N-No! We were-"

>"Sweetie. Downstairs. Now."

>The three friends form a line and walk downstairs

>"Honestly. I leave theme for one minute..."

>Rarity walks straight past you and examines her sowing machine

>"If they broke anything..."

>She appears relieved and turns to face you

>"My, my Anonymous. You've never told me you were so good with kids."

"I never really knew myself."

>"Hmm. Maybe my parents should ask YOU to sit next time."

>...great

>Rarity bends down to pick up some fabric that fell from the shelf

>As she does so, you get a good view of her sole lifting from her pumps

>"But I'm uncertain about one thing. What was dear Applebloom talking about?"

"Hmm?"

>"Oh you know. Something about Applejack and... feet?"

>Shit, how long was she standing there?

>Well, this IS Rarity

>She can probably tell someone has a kink from a mile away

>Might as well come clean

>Maybe she'd appreciate the... honesty about Applejack

>Hue

"Okay, it started when..."

>"I mean, seriously Anonymous. Applejack? That frump? I know she has that 'rustic charm', but you need a real woman to satisfy your little 'interest'."

"C'mon, Applejack's not- Wait, so you mean...?"

>"Of course I've known! For quite some time now, in fact."

>Rarity sees the horror on your face and titters

>"Honestly, Anonymous, the way your eyes wander, I'm surprised the whole town doesn't know! Of course, I AM keen on these matters more than most."

"So I guess I'm gonna be the latest gossip?"

>She feigns a gasp

>"Moi? A gossip? Never! Just know that you're not being very subtle."

"Well, uh, thanks."

>Rarity began walking towards you

>"No trouble, darling. Also know that I am not one to be ordered. If you aim to use me for your... hmm... "perversions", it WILL be under MY terms. Am I clear?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am."

>Wait, did you just say that?

>"Excellent! Now then, I believe I have some work to attend to."

>Walking downstairs, you see Sweetie sitting at the table

>"Mister Anon! Where are you going?!"

"Uh, home, I thought."

>"Don't you want to stay... as a witness?"

"Heh, Rarity's not going to kill you. Say, where's your friends?"

>"Oh, they went home."

>She kicked her dangling legs

>She was wearing clean, white socks with pink at the heel and toes

>Don't you dare start...

>"Mister Anon?"

"Huh? Oh yeah! Don't worry, Sweets, I told Rarity you didn't start the fight. You're not in trouble."

>"Wow, Really?!"

>Actually, you didn't say anything to Rarity

"Yep."

>"Thank you thank you thank you!"

>She jumps up and hugs your leg

>Little too close to your...

"Heh, yeah... You can let go now."

>"Oh sorry."

>You give Sweetie a wave and walk out the door

>"Wow... he's so dreamy..."

>"Who's dreamy?"

>Rarity asks, nearing the bottom step

>"Er, um, that member of that one boy band!"

>"Sweetie, you have got to find better taste in music."