"yanFluttershy Kidnaps Anon but Doesn't Know What Sex is."
By AtOctothorpeBang (https://pastebin.com/u/AtOctothorpeBang)

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Created on: Sunday 10th of November 2019 07:07:17 PM CDT
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>Well Fluttershy, you've done it.
>You've got Anon all tied up and on your bed.
>You're not panicking or anything, it's just this is a little stressful.
>By a little, you mean a lot.
>Like, a LOT.
>A near panic amount of lot.
>You're standing before Anon's unconscious body.
>He came over for some tea and the urge to take him just overcame you.
>It was indescribable, unlike anything else that's ever happened to you.
>Well, maybe that's a little far.
>You've felt similar feelings before.
>Like when you're out at market and you see Anon.
>Or when you stop by Twilight's and Anon is there.
>Or that time when you saw Anon standing by himself at Pinkie's birthday bash and he was so drunk he had to prop himself up against the wall.
>That time you felt it /really/ bad.
>He was so vulnerable.
>But never as bad as about 2 hours ago, when your front door closed and you realized that it was a fact that he was in your house, alone with you.
>NO you didn't invite him over to do this, it was just a simple tea and lunch between friends.
>One of whom makes the other swell with feelings so powerful she can't think straight, but still:
>You definitely did NOT orchestrate this.
>But before you knew it you'd slipped some of Mr. Bear's sleepy time high-powered tranquilizers into his chamomile.
>As a matter of fact, it happened so fast it's like you didn't even do it!
>A passenger in your own body, really.
>All the thigh rubbing afterwards was unrelated.
>And that strange heady feeling was just a dizzy spell.
>All you could think to do was take back into your room and tie him up.
>For safety of course.
>It's not like you'd need to take him into the cellar, your house is so far out in the woods no one could hear him if he screamed at the top of his lungs.
>But that's just an irrelevant fact.
>One with so little importance you decided to tie a handkerchief into his mouth just in case somepony happened to be wandering by.

>He looks so peaceful, lying there like a completely safe baby duckling.
>Which he is of course.
>Completely safe, not the baby duckling part.
>The way his body is sprawled about on the bed fills you with some kinda something.
>A feeling?
>But it makes your skin feel weird, not like any other feeling ever has.
>And it's like you can smell better or something, and you have the oddest not-headache headache feeling.
>Crawling onto the bed and nuzzling right up into his neck is all you can do.
>It's bliss.
>It's peace.
>It isn't.
>For some reason that doesn't make the feeling go away.
>Are you dying?
>If you are it's on the backburner, something else is far more important.
>Something instinctual within you tells you to get more Anon.
>It's a voice so powerful it screams in your your mind:
"More Anon!"
"What's more Anon than tying him up and laying in bed with him?"
"More Anon!"
>You crawl up on top of him, rubbing your little Fluttertuft all over his chest and sleeping face, maybe making him smell like you will be enough?
"No! More Anon!"
>You've reached wits end, what else can you possibly do?
>Searching for any way to alleviate the feeling you try an experiment.
>You plant a small smooch on his cheek.
>It both quells the feeling in one way and ignites it like a fire in another, which tells you that you're on the right track.
>You plant another, then another, soon you've dotted his whole face with kisses but it still isn't enough.
>You open your mouth to kiss him like they do on the cover of those novels in Twilight's library.
>Somehow your open mouth kissing doesn't feel like it looks the same as on those books, but how the situation looks is miles outside the realm of importance right now.
>As the amount of kisses increase, your form decreases, until your just licking and slobbering all over his face.
>Your fervent ministrations are brought to an end by your need to breathe, and you pull back.
*squelch*

>Wha- Oh no!
>You've had an accident all over Anon's chest!
>How embarrassing! You haven't had any accidents in a decade!
>Your face flushes in shame.
>You've gotta get Anon's shirt clean before he wakes up!
>You would just die if he found out you peed all over his torso.
>As quickly as you can, you begin unbuttoning his shirt.
>As you try to remove his arms you remember that they're tied, dummy!
>You untie the rope from his wrists and free them.
>Both arms out, all that's left is to pull the shirt from under his body.
>Biting the end of one of the tube parts, you pull with all your little strength, even flapping your wings.
>Anon is twice your height and a little more, he must weigh 3 times you do!
>Finally it gives, sending you tumbling and rolling across the room, the shirt slowly fluttering to a rest on you.
>After taking a moment to shake the dizzies from your head, you peak out through the neck hole to check if he's woken up.
>Thank Celestia, he's still asleep, and no worse for wear.
>But there's something about his bare torso that catches your eye.
>Maybe its the mixture of smells coming off of his shirt, but your mind gets foggier the more you look at him.
>That voice comes back, as loud as ever.
>And you realize something.
>It's YOUR voice.
>YOU want Anon.
>With all your consciousnesses aligned, your goal is clear.
>You rise up, not bothering to remove Anon's shirt from you, and gallop to the bed, leaping from the ground to on top of him.
>You begin licking him again, though this time your licks aren't exclusive to just his face.
>Venturing down onto his neck and chest, you lick and suck on anything that catches your fancy.
>You still aren't satisfied, and can't quite puzzle out what to do.
>Things got better when his shirt came off, maybe they'll get even better with his pants off!
>As you begin to turn around to test your hypothesis, Anon releases a small grunt.
>You freeze in place.

>Perhaps, you now ponder, you should have put a blindfold on his eyes.
>Furthermore, in your haste it would seem that you forgot to rebind his wrists.
>His eyes crack open, pupils dilated, searching for information.
>They dart across room before finding you.
>Uh oh.
>You're in for it this time missy.
>His brows knit in confusion.
"Ammmf mm, mmm?"
>He seems surprised to hear his voice muffled, and it takes a moment before he can get the handkerchief undone.
"Flurrersy?"
>He leans up before you can respond, sending you onto your bed with a *bomf*
>He swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands, apparently intent on going somewhere.
>Dizziness and the bindings on his ankles cause him to fall over in a spectacular tag team effort.
>At the utter mercy of gravity, it decides as it typically does to send Anon smashing into the floor, landing so hard you thought it might leave a crater.
>He lays for a moment, groaning, before lifting himself up with his arms.
>With a face of utmost confusion he inspects his bound feet and bare-save-flutterslime chest and stomach.
>After inspecting for perhaps a little too long, he turns to you and speaks in an accusing, angry tone.
"Fluttersy! What're you sssomekind'a rapist!"
>And then promptly collapses in a fit of laughter.
"D'ju see me fall? Thought the whole entire hhouse was gonna fall down!"
>You, meanwhile, have been hiding behind your hair during the whole fiasco, curled up on a corner of your bed against the wall.
>Anon cackles into the open air for a few more moments before calming down.
>That's right! Mr Bear's sleepytime tranquilizers always make him loopy if he doesn't go to bed.
>Anon must be feeling the same thing.
>For some reason seeing Anon delirious fills you with excitement.
>So helpless, so vulnerable.
>He can be all yours.
>Remember what Rainbow Dash told you, you'll never get what you want unless you can assert yourself.

"A-Anon?"
>He stops trying to chew his ankle bindings off.
"Yeh Flutrers?"
"I- I want you t-to, to..."
>C'mon Fluttershy, it's now or probably never!
>Honestly you could just try this again later, there's no need to do it now really, maybe you should just-
>NO!
>Now or never Fluttershy!
"Anon I want you to get back up on the bed!"
"Mmmm no thanks."
"Oh okay that's fine, do you need any-"
"I'm jus' joshin' ya Fluttershy, sure thing"
>Perfect! Exactly to plan!
>Feeling like an alpha mare you puff out your chest tuft.
>Anon eventually struggle-crawls his way back onto the bed, apparently the dizziness hasn't cleared up.
>With newfound confidence you use your forehooves to lay him down the way he was before.
>He lays with a pleasant little smile on his face, this is all a fun lil' romp as far as he can tell.
>Little does he know about all the lovin' you have in store for him.
"Heh heh hee"
>Oops, you evil laughed out loud.
>Anon doesn't seem to mind.
>His innocent, careless little face fills you with that same longing from before.
>You boldly lean forward, nose-to-nose with him.
"So wat's goin omff"
>You silence his words with a kiss, plunging your tongue into his mouth.
>Your tongue dominates his, which can only writhe under your much broader pony tongue, tracing lines into its underside.
>You explore his mouth with gusto, occasionally releasing hot breaths into his face.
>His hands lightly grasp at your face for a moment in a futile attempt to push you off, before forgetting their goal and find their way to your flank.
>For some reason the feeling of his hands grasping your flank is ecstasy, making you shiver with delight and anticipation of something.
>It's so much that you even get the impulse to pull away, like something will burst if you don't.
>You break the kiss, returning to nose-to-nose position.

>Hot breaths collide against each other, and each of you stares into the other's eyes.
"Were we" *huff* "are we dating?" *puff* "I don'" *huff, puff* "'member asking you out."
>A wry smile twists your lips: you've drawn an ace, Fluttershy.
"Oh yes Anon, why I can't believe you've forgotten"
>Anon frowns and apologizes, though you shush him mid apology.
>You return to kissing, with you very much still in the lead, though Anon is much more of a participant now.
>After a while the kissing seems to become less satisfying, and furthermore your lips seem to be chafing.
>Maybe you are dying, you've caught an incurable human-want disease and you'll burn up on the inside.
>Breaking the kiss you realize you've soaked Anon, /again/.
>Your frustration is too great for you to feel real embarrassment, but to your surprise, then horror, Anon collects a bit of your pee with his finger and brings it to him mouth, licking it off!
"Anon! W-w-what are you doing! That's my p-pee!"
>He looks at you, confused for a moment.
>He must have gone bonkers from the tranquilizers!
"No it isn't?"
"Wha- yes it is!"
"No, it isn't. Flurs, are you fucking with me?"
>Something's funny here, even if Anon was crazy why would he drink your pee?
"Flu, this is marecum.
"Marecum?"
"Well probsably, I mean I ain't no stud or nothin' but-"
"What's marecum?"
"It's what happens when a mare is aboutta has sex, innit?"
>What in the world is Anon talking about?
"What's sex?"
>He looks at you, befuddled for a moment.
>Your cheeks flush under his gaze, for some reason that word makes you feel even more embarrassed.
"You're fuckin' with me, there's no way you care for animal's and don't know what sex i-"
>Anon's words were far too embarrassing for you to hear, so you plugged his mouth up with the handkerchef
>Before he can think to struggle you've tied it around his head.
>As he goes to untie it you point a hoof right in his face and emit a power-word.

"SHH!"
>Though it's not applicable to the situation it's worked completely, reducing Anon down into complete passivity.
>His hands return to your flanks, right where you want them.
>Now, to get to the bottom of this afternoons mystery.
>Anon says what you're sitting in isn't pee, but it came from your flutterparts, didn't it?
>You cross your hooves, putting one on your chin.
>As you scan your memory for any instances of the word "sex", you absentmindedly rock back and forth on Anon's tummy.
>A vague memory of you with your head down covering your ears as a filly in school drifts across your mind.
>You were in class, and you were supposed to be learning about something.
>Gosh, if only you had payed attention and also what's that feeling?
>You look down to see that the puddle has grown, your thighs are now completely soaked.
>Celestia that feels so GOOD, but why?
>Experimentally you rock a little faster, and to your mild surprise, it feels a little better.
>Specifically, your v-v-va- private parts.
>You begin rubbing faster, and sure enough it feels even better.
>You've done it Fluttershy! You've found out how to solve your feeling!
>You place a hoof on Anon's chest to get better leverage, and another on his-
>Hey
>What is this?
>Anon's got something in his pants.
>Your initial thoughts are to disregard it and continue grinding yourself, but your instincts tell you that you should have a peek.
>And now that you think about it, Anon's pants seem to smell really good.
>Or more like specifically the place where you put your hoof smells really good.
>You get up and turn around, unbuttoning his pants with your mouth.
>Suddenly you realize your Flutterbutt is right in Anon's face, oh goodness.
>Although you want to lower your tail, you can't help but feel like you want him to look at you.
>It's embarrassing but it's also... not.
>You return to unzipping his pants, now swaying your butt back and forth.
>Oh good Celestia above.

>This.. this, this thing.
>Anons... thing.
>With the rest of his pants unzipped, Anon's underwear now bulge out past the confines of his pants
>His p-p-p-
>Anon's penis.
>The thought of the word sends a violent shiver down your spine, and suddenly you feel something poke out of your Flutterparts.
>You look back for a moment to check on what it was, but all you see is Anon's pacified face, with a speckling of marecum.
>Oh my...
>Looking back to his tent, you see that there's now a little bead of liquid staining the tip.
>Your instincts go wild, before any thoughts can even cross your mind you've leaned forward and licked it up.
>Tasty!
>Well, not really firstly tasty, but /tasty/.
>The point is, you wan- need more.
>You lean forward, planting your nose right at the base of his penis and begin soaking the whole area with your tongue, licking all over.
>You extract as much flavor from his underwear as you can.
>Eventually it tastes more like your own saliva than it does his penis.
>You check on Anon again, peeking under your barrel to see he's closed his eyes and looks almost like he's in pain.
>Maybe he's feeling the same thing you are?
>He takes a shaky breath out before cracking his eyes open, looking at you.
>His face is soaked in your juices.
>Eye contact gives you that swelling feeling, and you can't look at him for long.
>You break it and look back to your task.
>W-well Fluttershy, this is it.
>You're about to see Anon's penis.
>You take a breath in before biting the elastic part of his underwear, pulling it out and down as far as it will go.
>Oh goodness.
>Anon's penis in all it's glory stands erect before you.
>Like a little worshiper it reaches up, beckoning your attention.
>A bead of liquid drools out of it's tip, and you move to lick it up.
>Just before you do, a little voice in your head says not to, and offers an alternate solution.
>Anon's penis is good, and rubbing your private parts on him is good.
>What if you combined the two?

>Your face lights up.
>What a brilliant idea, Flutterbrain!
>No problem, Flutterself!
>You stand and turn yourself, positioning your marehood right above Anons penis, and begin to descend.
>Careful to press it up against his lower stomach.
>You wouldn't want it to go inside you of course.
>You are now sitting right on Anon's penis with your private parts, your v-vagina.
>Your face flushes even redder, although it didn't even feel like that was possible.
>Vagina.
>Anon's penis, and your vagina.
>There's something so nice about that combination, it fills you with warmth.
>You begin sliding back and forth, up and down his length.
>It feels electric, beyond anything else, your legs and face feel all tingly.
>Your sliding gets more and more frantic as something begins building.
>You can't help but release little moans and groans, Anon quietly does as well.
>During one slide you accidentally slide too far forward, off his his penis and onto his belly.
>You slide yourself back, intent on returning to-
"oooOOOOOAAHH-HAAHH?!"
>It's...
>It's inside you.
>You freeze in place as the most powerful feeling that's ever happened to anypony ever rips through your body.
>It's preempted by two tremors that shake you like a leaf in the wind.
>Your brain stops registering vision.
>You might be moaning or screaming, all you can tell is that your mouth is open and air is leaving it.
>Did you die?
>Pleasure runs and reverberates throughout your body like ripples in a pool.
>Your skin is so sensitive it feels like you don't have any.
>An amount of time you don't have the clarity to count passes, and the feeling eventually dulls.
>It certainly doesn't go away, but it fades down to a manageable level.
>You look down at Anon, who's face reveals that he wasn't privy to the earth shattering phenomena you just experienced.
>It's definitely twisted in pleasure, though he seems much more calm.

>It takes a few deep breaths before you feel you're in full control.
>You feel so full, like you've been skewered by a perfectly nearly-unbearably hot shovel handle with a bell head.
>It's so so very close to being painful, riding the razor's edge.
>But you want more.
>The idea to ask Anon for help comes to mind, but by the way he looks you don't think he'll have much to say.
>His eyes are closed, teeth clenched.
>If his penis wasn't currently buried (oh my~) in your vagina you'd think he was about to vomit.
>Well, Fluttershy, it looks like you started this alone, you'll see it through alone.
>A mix of confidence and a little(lot) of lust overrules your typical meek demeanor, it's time to take charge.
>You rock your hips forward and 
"OOOhoho-hooo..."
>An electric spike of weakness runs up your spine then down your arms, forcing you to brace yourself against Anon's tummy.
>Okay maybe don't rock that far forward.
>The razor's edge has been crossed by quite a bit, but the pain is a weird kind of pain.
>Like the type that happens when your hoof falls asleep really bad.
>A tingly ouchy thing.
>But it's not bad? Or it's that the pleasure is enough that you want more despite the pain, which isn't that bad.
>They overlap and combine somewhat or something like that, you really don't know or have the clarity to think about it.
>You rock backwards just a lil' and sure enough there it is again.
>The pleasure is there, and so is the pain.
>Anon lets out a closed-mouth moan that you match.
>Its good to know that he's enjoying it as well, it gives you encouragement.
>You rock forward.
>Just a lil' of course, let's not get crazy here.
>Then back.
>Then forward.
>And back.
>Forward.
>Back.
"O-hoh, Fluttershy please!"

>Anon's voice is pleading.
>Oh no, he hates it!
>Fluttershy you bad pony how could you do this and then not stop doing it and you really aren't gonna stop now so mostly that just means you'll be an even worse pony later on.
"Shhhh Anon, it'll be over soon. At least I think it will, i don't really know how this ends..."
>Your voice trails off as you begin to think aloud.
"It won't! Not if you keep teasing!"
>It won't?
>Teasing?
>Gee whiz, tonight sure has been a night of questions and discoveries.
>What could Anon mean by teasing?
>This is it, isn't it?
>You could rotate, but how could that feel better than rocking back and forth?
>Surely he doesn't mean taking his penis out and putting it back in.
>That's out of the question, it's absurd.
>It's already in, and it already feels good.
>What could taking it out achieve?
>You'd lose that nice full feeling.
>Still, life is about compromises so you'll just have to oblige anon.
"Anon, do you mean that you want me to take you out of me?"
>He shakes his head.
"and put you back in to me?"
>He nods his head, quite vigorously.
>Well, if that's what he wants.
>Maybe you can try to see his side of it.
>I mean really, you already put him in you once and while it was pretty great, you're used to it by--
"ssssqueee~"
>The feeling of pulling out of him is insane.
>The walls of your vagina cling to him as he slides past, slowing down progress to a crawl.
>It's as though you can feel every sticky inch of flesh moistly grasp his penis.
>You passingly wonder if the grip is going to pull your vagina out of you.
>Who cares.
>The flare at the base of his head is particularly notable, as it makes it's way out of you it seems to make everything it touches spasm.
>Nearly out of you, it passes by a little patch that makes your whole body quiver with a shadow of that intense feeling from before, and you lose your strength.

>Your legs tremble and give out, sending you right back down to where you started.
>That same tingly pain from before comes back in spades and it's almost too much to bear, especially when combined with the pleasure from the whole ordeal.
>Your fluttersensors are nearing maximum capacity.
>You sit for a moment, afraid to rise because of the tingly-pain but eager to feel him pull out and push back into you again.
>Legs and body shaking you begin to raise yourself up again.
>Oh Celestia it's too much.
>It isn't enough.
>Too much!
>Notenough!
>Releasing a little grunt you remove the rest in a relatively quick motion, he's out of you!
>Satisfied, you look at Anon, expecting a nice warm "Good Job Fluttershy! That's the most impressive thing ever!"
>Instead, you see Anon chewing his lip, eyes pleading with you to continue.
>Eager to comply on his and your behalf, you line him up, preparing to insert him.
>As he gets perfectly lined up a little bit of you pokes out and kisses his penis, it feels good as it makes contact.
>That must be your body's way of saying "I love this"!
>Invigorated, you begin to lower yourself onto him, lips parting to accept him.
>The pain is there, but it's less important.
>Now that you expect it and it's happening slowly, you can recognize putting in feels like pulling out but in reverse.
>Every inch that he spreads feels like joy incarnate, and every inch he has yet to spread eagerly anticipates his touch.
>Your advance is only halted by your butt.
>Wow.
>That felt good.
>Really good.
>Anon seems to agree, if his moan is any indication.
>You can feel yourself degenerate into a caveFluttershy as you soak in the feeling.
>Want more good.
>You raise yourself, body still shaking, but in a smaller way, like shivers.
>And lower yourself, careful to appreciate the feeling.

>You raise yourself again, this time testing to see if faster is better.
>It doesn't seem to make the feelings different, but you do feel them quicker.
>You lower yourself, careful to go faster, but not too fast.
>Some kind of nice dark red feeling is emanating from where Anon is touching you.
>Up, this time a little faster
>Down, even faster
>Up
>And down
>Up
>Down
>Up
>Down Up
>Down
>Up Down
>Up
>Downupdown
>The feeling is even more, and now there's a sinking rising feeling in the pit of your stomach.
>Updownup
>You pause for a moment to take a gasp of air, the feeling is all over you and also running towards you from far away, getting bigger as it approaches.
>You've been moaning non stop this whole time, intensity growing the deeper Anon is in you.
>Down, as deep as possible
>Up, he's almost out of you,
>Down, deeeep
>Up and deep deep down
>Something's happening!
>It's that feeling from before! 
>But this time like a psychic wave washing over you rather than waking up on the moon.
>A hot feeling that chills your skin grows before filling you.
>All you are is a feeling atop a man.
>Your man.
>Anon is YOUR man, now.
>You descend from your lofty plane of being, shattered and powerful at the same time.
>You absentmindedly raise and lower yourself by just a little, basking in the emotion and physical feelings.
>Suddenly you feel Anon grow within you, like his penis is taking a great big breath, before splashes of raw heat begin to paint the deepest parts of you.
>Anon whimpers and coos, he grabs your thighs, vacantly massaging them.
>It dawns on you that he must be feeling the same thing you were.
>The feeling of him filling you makes you feel big, as big as Celestia herself, and on top of the world too.
>A peaceful kind of solace finds and envelops you, tempering your sense of grandeur.
>Anon's yours now.
>He has to be, it's the rules.
>You teasingly wiggle your hips left to right and watch his face weaken.
>Yours.

>You lean forward to rest your head on his chest, careful not to let his penis escape you.
>As the queen and sole owner of Anon he's yours to take care of.
>He's stopped shooting into you, and you can feel a bit of it leaking out of you, but that's secondary to your need to embrace him.
>You stretch out your wings and wrap them around the both of you, hiding you away from the world.
>No one else can have him.
>No one else can touch him.
>No one else should even look at him.
>For now at least.
>Because he's yours.
>You lay like a dragon on her hoard.
>Everything is good.
>Exhaustion leaks into your body, and the urge to sleep becomes overpowering.

>You awake to the feeling of sticky hindquarters and warmth below you, and your mouth is dry, thirsty.
>Cracking open eyes elicits memories and a gasp, You had sex with Anon last night!
>Oh no, what are you going to do Fluttershy? What if he's mad at you and hates you? What if he calls you bad and says "Don't ever be near me anymore and I hate you!"
>The impulse to run flashes through your body, and you hop off of Anon, his warmth rapidly fading from your tummy.
>You make it to the door, but stop once you hear a heavy sigh from behind you.
>The terror of Anon's impending fury freezes you in place.
>You glance over at him out of the corner of your eye.
>Anon is adjusting himself in bed, rolling this way and that looking for a comfortable way to lay.
>He eventually settles on his stomach, although the light from the window causes him to crack his eyes to identify its source.
>A confused look comes over him when he looks at the window, and he scans the room, finding you.
"Hey Flut?"
>You begin to shake.
"Ye-y-yes Anon?"
"This is your place?"
"Ye"
>He pauses to digest the information.
"When did I fall asleep last night?"
>Lies, Fluttershy, lies! Lies are your best friend!
"Early."
"Really? Did I... Was I drinking last night?"
"Yeeeeeeess"
"I don't remember that. What did we drink? Wait, you don't drink. Do you? When did we start drinking?"
"I'm going to make dinner."
"Dinner? What time is it?"
"Breakfast. I'm going to make breakfast."
>With that you inch out of the room like a pony made of dry sticks, once you think you're out of sight you take off running as fast as you can.
>With any luck Anon's curiosities are completely quelled, and he's ready and willing to be yours forever.

>Well it turns out you aren't a lucky mare, Fluttershy.
>Anon is sitting at your kitchen table, completely clothed, to your disappointment and horror when you realize he had to dress himself.
>He hasn't said anything, and you don't know what he's doing, your eyes are locked to the pan of eggs in front of you.
>The feeling in the air isn't the one of a doting mistress queen and her loving obeying prince like you hoped, or even the one of a content husband and wife.
>Instead, it's got much more of a tone like "Oh Celestia he's going to attack me" or a "When he gets out of here he's going to run to the other side of Equestria".
>A pop from the eggs makes you jump and whimper.
>Anon clears his throat before speaking.
"Did we have sex last night?"
"Noooooo?"
"Do you mean yes?"
"Yeeeesss?"
>Anon pauses for a moment, choosing his words.
"Was it... um... did you like it?"
>You peak over your wither to see Anon blushing and looking down.
"Yeeeesss?"
"Oh"
>That must have been the wrong answer, because Anon's demeanor has shifted, like he's failed.
"I mean, uh, it was very good."
"No it's-- it's fine. I've never done it before so it's to be expected."
>Gasp.
>Something about that makes you feel that wanting feeling again.
"No! No it was good, great! It was really good. Maybe I can-- we can practice more together."
>The words leave your mouth before your thoughts can affect them.
"We could, uh, we could do it now, uh, if you want."
>Anon opens his eyes wide.
"No I uh, that's alright Fluttershy, maybe some other time though."
>The embarrassment from your words hits you and you wilt a little at hearing Anon reject your offer.
>You plate the cooked eggs and serve them in front of Anon, seating yourself opposite him.
"So uh, what was I drinking last night? I'm still a little woozy if I'm honest."
"Errrr... tran~~~~~~~~~"
"What's that?"
>You're hiding behind your hair.
"Tranqui~~~~~~"
"Tranqui-- Tranquilizers! How-- Why did I drink a tranquilizer!?"

"Because... I gave them to you?"
"Why? When?"
>Your voice diminishes with each answer.
"Because... I thought you would like them?"
"Why would you think that?"
"Because... You seemed like the type?"
"What does that even mean? What kind of tranquilizers were they?"
"You seemed like you'd find it fun?"
"Even if that's true why wouldn't you clear it with me first? And what kind of tranquilizers were they?"
>Your whispering at this point, nearly speaking through your lips.
"Mr Bear's sleepy time high powered tranquilizers..."
>Anon slaps his forehead in disbelief, exclaiming into the air.
"Good Hell Fluttershy, what if you killed me? What if i fell asleep and forgot how to breathe?"
>You begin to cry, hiding your face behind your hooves.
>You're the worst pony to ever step foot on the soil Fluttershy!
>Anon should kill you and you should thank him for it!
>You begin to sob, collapsing onto the table.
"I'm soohor-" *hic* "Sorr-" *hic* "Sorryyyhehyyy-" *hic*
>Your sobs descend into blubbering and hiccups.
>A pit made of the blackest ink wells in your core, growing and absorbing so much that it feels like it'll swallow you whole.
>You don't want Anon to die!
>You don't want Anon to hate you!
>You l-l-love him!
>A hand finds its way onto your wither, startling you out of crying.
>Anon's walked around the table, having taken a knee to be eye-to-eye with you.
"Hey, Fluttershy, it's not such a big deal, y'know? Just don't do it again."
>The pit inverts in feeling, transforming to a nice pink joy.
>You leap at him, wrapping your forehooves around his neck and nuzzling his neck.
"Oh Anon I love you! I fed you those tranquilizers because I love you! I want you to be mine, forever! I want you to never leave me and do everything I say!"
>Anon tenses beneath your grip, and a pregnant moment passes.
>Maybe you shouldn't have said that.
>That inverse pit begins to invert back to it's original form as fear crosses your back.
"What?"

>Anon pulls you back away from him a little, shifting your weight back onto the chair
"I love you?"
"No the other part."
"I want you to be mine?"
"No, the other other part."
"I love you?"
"No, what was all that about me doing whatever you say?"
"I want you to never leave me and do everything I say?"
"Yeah, that!"
>You shift in your seat, suddenly more interested in your hooves.
"Uhhh... Well..."
>You look up towards Anon, meeting his gaze before shrinking away.
"It's uhhh... the... truth?"
>Anon is quiet for a moment, the floorboards beneath him creak as he considers his words.
"I guess that's like, an aspect of love. Or at least some kind of offshoot of it."
>Silent time passes as Anon thinks.
>Figuring that it can't get much worse, you work up as much courage as you can and speak, interrupting his thoughts.
"So do you... could you think that maybe.. mm... feel uh..."
"Return the feelings?"
>Your response is a tiny nod.
>Anon sighs and stands up, wandering back towards the kitchen.
"I mean, well, no."
>The response hits you like a speeding carriage you knew was coming but couldn't prepare for.
>Tears fill your eyes, and your face gets hot.
>Before any can fall, Anon speaks again.
"I mean really I don't know you at all."
>He looks over at you.
"I know your name, where you live, that you care about animals and that you've been crowned the element of kindness, but that's all. I don't even know what the element of kindness thing means."
*sniff* "it means that throughout all of Equestria I most of all embody the tenant of--"
"That's not really my point, Flutters, I moreso mean that It's impossible for me to feel any kind of strong emotion about you."
>A soft "Oh" leaves your mouth.
>That all seems like it makes sense.
>You feel better knowing he doesn't hate you, although you can't help but feel disappointing.
>Maybe in a while, maybe with diligence, Anon could come to like you, come to want to be near--
"But on the other hand..."

"I came over here because I wanted to get to know you more."
>Gasp
"You come off as a nice pony, and I would be lying if is said I didn't think about asking you out.
>More gasp!
"I really don't know about 'Doing whatever you say', but I mean...
>Gaspier!
"I guess..."
>Gaspiest!
"We could try dating..."
>A peculiar joy washes over you.
>Rather than the explosive jumping and screaming in happiness like you expected, it's more of subdued yet persistent felicity.
>You can't help but giggle vacantly, smile plastered across your face and cheeks rosy red.
>Your facade is the definition of dopey.
"Thank you, Anon"
>But what you really mean is "I love you".

>Epilogue
>You and Anon live together now.
>You may not be his mistress, but who knows? With time anything is possible.
>Your relationship is a testament to that.
>Recently Zecora gave you another powder when you went to get more tranquilizers and medicine.
>She said it was a congratulations on your steady relationship.
>That it'll help you and Anon start a family, that it'll make his seed special.
>On the walk back home you wonder what she means by that.
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