"Old Time's Sake (FR One-Shot)"
By Th3seus (https://pastebin.com/u/Th3seus)

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Created on: Tuesday 28th of July 2020 07:39:40 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Wednesday 28 of October 2020 08:36:26 AM UTC


>Day "Status Quo" in Equestria.
>Soft sunlight leaks in through your window, resting on your eyelids and gently prodding you awake.
>You blink a few times, your body whirring slowly into motion like a restarting machine.
>Sitting up in bed, you exhale, letting out an exaggerated yawn before glancing about your room.
>...Yup, again.
>Just like the past while.
>It's been very nice being able to sleep in, all things considered.
>Working on your own time, getting a good night's rest, snoozing until the morning was well-started.
>Really, it's the ideal way to wake.
>It wasn't always like this.
>A while ago, you used to always get woken up first thing in the morning, at the crack of dawn.
>From the day you arrived in this land til she decided to stop.
>Til she decided to finally listen to you.
>What a time period that was.
>At the time, it was a huge annoyance.
>Not being able to sleep, having to deal with that mare.
>Having to turn down her awkward advances.
>When she finally decided to stop, it was an absolute blessing.
>You smile at the thought, then, with a large stretch, you swing your legs around and get out of bed.
>But...
>You think, as you make your way downstairs to the kitchen, each step creaking the wooden steps.
>Now that it's been this way for a while... you can't help but miss it.
>At least a little.
>Pouring yourself a hot cup of joe, you glance out your kitchen window into the streets of P0nyville.
>The day is already in full swing, with p0nies going about their day.
>Chatting, laughing, working, walking with each other.
>You smile, sipping your hot beverage, your eyes drifting to the edges of the Everfree Forest.
>Locked on the tall trees.
>. . .
>Hmm.
>You exhale a bit, placing your cup down on the counter and stepping back upstairs.
>Really, it's not like it's been bad or anything since she stopped.
>You even still see her in town every now and then.
>Like her name implies, she's still very shy around you.
>But that once-awkward p0ny that tried her best to court you seems to have left long ago.
>You smile.
>A nostalgic smile.
>What are you even thinking?
>You laugh at yourself as you step into the bathroom, performing the holy trinity of the Triple S.
>Feeling refreshed, you make your way to the front door.
>Ready to start your day.
>...But, as you do...
>...A thought crosses your mind.
>You stop, hand hovering over your coat on the coat rack.
>. . .
>...Would you really want to do this?
>You laugh at yourself again. You laugh at your own stupidity.
>Why ruin a good thing?
>Why go out of your way to make life more inconvenient?
>You try to rationalize it for a moment.
>Still in front of your door, you ponder.
>...Well.
>You finally grab your coat, swinging it around and onto yourself before leaving your house.
>Sometimes, things don't need to make sense.
>Yeah.
>That's the logic you go with as you make your way towards the Everfree Forest, greeting the friendly citizens of P0nyville along the way.

>The soft babble of the river grows louder as you approach her cottage.
>How long it's been since you've been here.
>Usually, she would always come to you.
>There was no need to come here.
>Yet, here you are, about to prod the sleeping bear.
>Potentially reopening a can of worms.
>Is this worth the potential hassle?
>...Well. Too late now.
>You've made your decision.
>And you smile at the thought.
>Approaching her front door, you take in a deep breath, roll back on the heels of your feet for a second, then, with a big exhale, you knock on the door.
>A second passes before a soft shuffling is heard from inside.
>"Coming."
>After a moment, the door opens, and the short, yellow pegasus emerges from behind.
>She looks puzzled for a split second, until she realizes who exactly knocked on her door.
>She looks up, meets your eyes, and a look of shock crosses her face.
>"O-Oh!" she exclaims, perhaps unintentionally.
"Good morning, Fluttershy."
>She darts her eyes from left to right, peeking behind you.
>"G-Good morning, Anon."
>The air is still between you two for a moment.
>As you look down at the mare, you can't help but smile.
>This is all wonderfully nostalgic.
>"Um, well..." she starts. "What can I do for you? It's not often you stop by..."
"Yeah, rare occasion, huh?"
>You glance off to the side, peering into the trees that lay just beyond her cottage.
"...Say Fluttershy."
>"...Yes?"
"What if I were to give you... one more guess?"
>The mere mention of the word causes her to wince.
>As if the word itself is some kind of trigger.
>As if the memories of all the times prior came rushing back.
>"Wh-Wh-What?" she stammers. "One more g-g-guess? Y-You mean...?"
>You laugh.
"Yeah, I mean what you think I mean."
>You rest your hands into your coat's pockets.
"What do you say? For old time's sake."
>She again peers out the door, scanning the area as if she thinks she's being punked.
>Afterwards, she mildly retreats into the door, only her head poking out.
>She droops down, as if thinking, as if fighting with herself.
>"...A-Are you sure?"
"Yeah, why not?"
>"You don't mind...?"
"I'm the one proposing it, aren't I?"
>She thinks again, glancing off to the side, refusing to make eye contact.
>It feels like ages of silence pass by between you two.
>"...O-Okay." She pushes the door open, revealing her whole self. "P-Please lay down on your stomach."
>You raise an eyebrow, cracking a smile.
>You struggle to suppress a simple laugh.
"Yeah, okay."
>You bend down, getting into position, lying down onto the floor with your arms on your side.
"Like this?"
>"Y-Yes, perfect."
>With your head turned to the side, it's hard to see, but you begin to hear her hoofsteps walking closer.
>Suddenly, the weight of one hoof presses down onto your back.
>Then another, and another, until Fluttershy herself is standing completely on your back.
>"Oh, um. Okay. Hmm."
>She thinks for a moment.
>Then, all in unison, she begins moving her hoofs in circles.
>It initially takes you by surprise, but as it goes on, it starts to feel pretty good.
>You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling.
>She begins lifting up her hooves and pressing back down, alternating her legs in a nice rhythm.
>You exhale loudly, a smile crossing your face.
>She does this for about three minutes.
>Finally, afterward, she steps off, each hoof making a soft clop with the ground.
>You sigh out loud, satisfied, before pushing yourself up off the ground and standing back up, dusting off the dirt from the front of your shirt.
>"...A-Are back massages your fetish, Anon?"
"Hmm."
>You say, brushing off your shoulders, checking around to make sure you didn't miss a spot.
"Nope, can't say that they are, sorry. Sure did feel good though."
>"O-Oh..." she says, her head drooping a bit.
>You see this, a smile creeping onto your face.
"Hey, hey, don't get down over this."
>Her eyes rise to meet yours.
"So your record's still bad, so what?"
>You cross your arms, glancing off to the side.
"Guess you'll just have to try again tomorrow morning, huh?"
>You shift your eyes over to her, grinning.
>At first, she doesn't quite seem to realize.
>Then, slowly, it starts to dawn on her.
>As if it took a few moments for her to grasp exactly what you said.
>Her mouth begins to gape.
>Her eyes begin to widen.
"...A-Anon, are you saying...?"
>You feign a confused look, shrugging.
"I dunno. You tell me."
>You lock eyes with her, and smile.
>She gazes into your eyes for a moment.
>Then, slowly, her mouth begins to change.
>Slowly, it reforms into a smile.
>A great, big smile.
>She smiles so big it forces her eyes closed, where small tears begin to form.
>"O-Okay Anon!" she beams.

The End