>There were no words needed, only a smile from Norman was enough to put her at ease.
>She laid her head on his chest again, only this time, it wasn't a fireman who'd saved her. It was her lover.
"You look pretty tired, Flutters," he broke the silence.
>Fluttershy nodded, but didn't speak not wanting to add more noise than necessary.
"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up," Norman said, bringing her under the water.
>The water that had once felt hot to the touch now seemed mild at best. The water poured down her back, taking the fruits of their passion with it.
>After a few minutes Norman finally shut off the water. The steam from their session lingered, but dissipated once he opened the door.
>He led her outside and threw a towel over her, drying her from head to toe. Fluttershy stood frozen in place, too tired to move her own body.
>Norman wrapped the towel around her and wrapped one around his own waist.
>He grabbed Fluttershy by the hand and looked back at her as he twisted the doorknob.
"Alright, Fluttershy," he smiled, "Let's get some rest."
>He opened the door and turned to lead her out, but as soon as he looked ahead he nearly jumped out of his towel.
>Standing at the door was a tall, busty woman with bright, fire-engine red hair. Her dainty glasses matched her hair, and seemed to frame the disgusted scowl etched across her face.
>>"And who, pray tell, are you?"
>Norman shook where he stood and a lump was stuck in his throat. It was as if a Gorgon was standing before him.
>>"You think you can just walk into MY house, use MY shower, and fuck MY little Fluttershy and get away with it? You sick pervert..."
>Fluttershy lifted her head. The color ran from her face the instant she saw the woman in the doorway.
>"M-Mom?"
 
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