>You probably should just walk away. This has to be some sort of stunt.
>As you're closing the door, she leaps up.
>"Wait!"
>You do so by leaving the door ajar.
>She doesn't have anything on, except the well-trimmed bush she has on her snatch.
>"I, uh..."
>She goes back on the floor, trying to act on what it seems to be is a dog by getting on all fours.
>Fluttershy approaches the door, but stops by leaving a hand in the air.
>Her mood hasn't shifted from when you opened the door.
>How moronic you think this is, you still do so by entering her house.
>You close the door, silently wishing that no one has witnessed you entering, let alone standing by her front door for quite some time.
>She shakes her rear around, showing how "happy" she is, but her face shows otherwise.
>Fluttershy's eyes are lighting up, but she has an awkward smile on.
"All right, what's going on?"
>The wagging stops.
>"I, um, i-isn't this your... 'thing'?"
"Honestly, no. This really isn't up to my... interest."
>She sits on the floor, somewhat puzzled by it.
>"It isn't?"
"Yeah, what gave you the idea that I like... whatever this is?"
>"R-remember that I borrowed your phone the other day?"
"What about it?"
>"Your wallpaper was a wolf, a-and I thought that, you liked them."
"Yes, I do. They are cool, but I don't like them that way."
>"Oh." She says in a dissatisfying manner.
"So, what are you? I'm confused if you're supposed to be a fox or a wolf, yet you act like a dog."
>Fluttershy sits up, appearing as if she's standing at attention.
>"I'm a domesticated fox. It might not be a wolf, but I just thought it would be a bit more..." She mutters something in the end.
"I'm sorry, what?"
>"I thought that this wold be a bit more..." It's no different from the last, since she mumbled it.
"Speak up, Flutters."
>"S-sexy?"
>When you shook your head, she rubs her hand around the floor.
"I don't know about that. You look cute, even though you don't have anything on."
>She looks around in a suspicious way.
>"Come on, this doesn't arouse you?"
>She leisurely moves closer.
"Not by much."
>She continues to tempt you by putting her hand on your leg.
"Nothing."
>Fluttershy then rubs her head along your shin.
"Seriously, you're acting more like a dog than anything else."
>Without any warning, she stands on her knees to put both of her hands on your stomach.
>You lose your balance and fall back.
>She slides on top of you, frozen to what just happened.
>"I didn't mean to, honest!"
>You wait if she will get up, proving that it was intentional or she's still shocked from the fall.
"Well?"
>She sighs when getting off.
>"I truly didn't mean to, it just... you know."
"Fine, you didn't know that I would fall down. Relax."
>"I'm sorry, it was just in the moment and... why can't you just accept it? Am I not trying hard enough?"
>She grabs her tail and plays around with it by rolling her thumb around the tip of it.
"No. This is plentiful, but it just isn't right."
>Her playful gesture on the tail turned into a hostile grab.
>"Okay then... you know where the door is."
>Fluttershy's joyless tone irritates you as she walks to her couch.
>She lays on it, sniffing while fixing her tail.
>You might not find a kick out of this, but you may as well do it for her.
>Walking into the living room, you stand right beside her.
>The sniveling stops when you put a hand on her arm.
>What almost gets her to jump is when you sit right beside her.
>Her silent but clearly baffled look she has is just enough for you to stay a little longer.
>"What are--"
"Just get over here so I can pet you."
>She does so as she lets out a squee.
>Fluttershy turns around to rest her head on your lap.
>She shuffles around to get comfortable.
>You are about the pet her fuzzy pink ears, but stop your hand in mid-air.
>That would be fucking stupid, rubbing some sort of plastic for nothing.
>You have a better idea by waving her hair over your hand.
>"Anon, what are--"
>You silence her by stroking her ear with an index finger and thumb.
>It causes her to groan in delight from your small, yet noticeable massage.
>With your other hand, you move it over hear head and trickle it down her back.
>She shivers.
"Are you all right?"
>"I am... enjoying this."
>Her relaxed voice and half lit eyes somewhat disturb you.
>After you stop everything that pleases Fluttershy, she groans once more, in a dissatisfied way.
>"Why did you stop?" She says when getting up.
>You can only shrug your shoulders.
>She doesn't accept the answer you gave her, so she crawls even closer to you.
>Fluttershy does not stop until her hip is on your lap and her head is resting on the arm rest of the sofa.
>"Come onnn, pet me." She almost whines at you.
>You're very indecisive about this right now. Still, you should do whatever it takes to keep her happy.
>Leaving her to cry like that isn't right.
>When you reach down to resume the scratching, she flips around.
>Fluttershy has her hands together, acting as if they were paws.
>She starts to blush when you eye her breasts.
>You avert your attention by looking around, until her honey pot catches your eye.
>"Ahem."
"Right."
>There doesn't seem to be a place for you to massage.
>Actually, there is two, maybe three that are definitely noticeable.
>Only one place that is a safe zone for you to scratch.
>You rub her stomach, causing her to wiggle in glee.
>"Nngh." She slips out.
>As you scratch her belly, she jerks her leg away.
>"Ang~" Her tongue moves around her lips and hangs on the side of her mouth.
>You can't deny that she is adorable, in a strange seductive way.
>You grow bored and decided to look around the room from where you are sitting at.
>Nothing special, just an ordinary living room.
>There is a reclining couch to your right, a table carrying two candles.
>How simple of them to have a painting of a fruit bowl handing on the wall.
>What does intrigue you is the television across the room.
>Maybe you can find the remote to watch something, try to pass the time.
>You continue to rub Fluttershy's belly when looking even further for the remote.
>Something is sticking out of the recliner.
>Either her father is into some weird shit, or that could be the remote.
>You lean over to get a better view, almost breaking Fluttershy out of her titillating trance.
>Her muffled moans rises in volume when you sit back in your spot.
>Turns out it is the remote. How unusual to have it sticking out like that.
>All you need is an excuse.
>You could say that you need to head for the restroom, but how are you--
>To your surprise, her hand is on her lady garden and the faint blush she had grew darker.
>She has her eyes shut while biting down on her other hand.
>You were expecting to pet her for a few minutes to satisfy her fantasy, but not like this.
>Fluttershy makes a quick peep, trying to be discreet about it.
>Moments later, she breaks it when opening both of her eyes out of embarrassment.
>"Uh, I..."
>Her hand is now covering her shame.
>She darts her eyes around, expecting to find an answer right there and then.
>Instead, she moves her head under your other hand, wanting to resume the pampering you were giving her.
>"Please?"
>A passing thought went through to you.
>You graze her hair before putting the back of her head in the palm of your hand.
>She peacefully hums to your touch.
>You go on back to lightly patting her stomach.
>Fluttershy jitters out of enjoyment, along with a smile she previously had.
>You stop and slide your hand under her back.
>"Hmm?"
>Without any warning, you pick Fluttershy up.
>She's now sitting on your lap, keeping her camel toe covered with that hand.
>"Anon, what's going on?" She says with a hint of fear and anger in her voice.
>Ignoring her request, you slide your hand from her head over to her breast and start fondling it.
>She goes back to moaning, but does not cover it this time.
>"Why?" Fluttershy asks out of bewilderment.
"It looked like you beckoned it from the moment you touched yourself."
>"K-kind of. I-it was from the start, really."
>Oh, that settles it. You will please her - in spades.
>You slide your arm under her armpit and follow it down to her hand, wedging beneath it to stick two fingers inside her eager mating canal.
>"EEP!" She squeals.
>You begin to mess with her buttons by simultaneously fingering her when pinching her nipple.
>She starts to resist it all by grabbing your wrists.
>You move over so you could see more than her back.
>Fluttershy looks hesitant, her hands starting to wobble.
>"Please, d-don't be too rough?"
>You try to nod, even though your chin hits her shoulder.
>She lets go of your wrists.
 
>For the next few minutes, you caress each of her special places.
>Her voice slowly, but noticeably grew louder. Maybe it's from the fact that your ear is just a few inches away from her head.
>It's time that you send her through the breaking point, and by doing so, you nibble on her neck.
>You look over and see that her face is at the darkest shade of red you have seen yet.
>"Anon."
"Mmm?"
>"T-this is great and all, but..."
"Yeah?"
>"I'm missing something."
>You worry to what that something might be.
>"I-I want to m-mate with you."
>You promptly cease everything that has been sensuous to Fluttershy.
>"What's wrong?"
>It's time to face the music.
"This entire time, I've been doing this for you, but I can't take your offer."
>"W-why not?"
"I like you, but this is still bizarre."
>She appears guilty of something.
>"I, like you too."
"I'm just not sure anymore. I wanted to make you happy when I started to petting you, and now I'm groping your chest."
>"I understand."
"Sorry, Flutters."
>"I wanted you to join along, it made me feel empty that you were left out."
"Don't worry about me, just enjoy it."
>Just when you're about to finger her, she grabs your arm.
>"I loved on what you did, but you're right. This is too much."
"It is. I wouldn't mind doing it later, but not now."
>You bring your hands away from her.
>Fluttershy adjusts her position by grabbing your shoulders to turn around.
>"We probably just need to know each other better."
"That's it. Maybe we can do so over dinner and a movie sometime soon?"
>She nods and smiles.
>The two of you look at each other, unsure since everything is kind of ruined now that you went sobby.
>You bring Fluttershy closer to you, anticipating for a hug.
>Maybe you'll go the extra mile to kiss her.
>That expectation vanished when she licked your right cheek.
>"Um, one last time?"
>Her concerned smile and tightened grasp on your shoulders reveals on how anxious she is.
"If you're lucky enough, we can do this again."
>"Really?!"
"Eh. Like I said, it will take a while for me to get used to this."
>You kiss her on the cheek as she nods, agreeing to your concept.
"I should go."
>She groans.
"I have a long day ahead of me. Besides, you need to take care of those animals."
>"You're right." She gets off and starts to head into the hallway.
"You, want to go out tonight? I just might slide in some time for us."
>She stands there, considering about your suggestion.
>"I can close the shelter early."
 
>Three weeks later...
>You knock on the door.
"Fluttershy, is everything fine?"
>"Yes! I'm getting ready." She replies from the other side.
>You can hear the door unlock.
>"Come on in!"
>You turn the doorknob and enter the dimly lit room.
"Fluttershy?"
>The door behind you is closed by something.
>You turn around, surveying Fluttershy in a bunny suit.
>"Is it better?"
"I still prefer you naked, but we can make this work."