>The terrible ringing of your old alarm clock rouse you from your pleasant sleep;
>Fluttershy is snuggling into your chest, and the incessant droning causes her to bury her head in your chest.
>”Turn it off… sleepy.”
”Fluttershy, you gotta get up. It’s ten.”
>”But it’s Sunday.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
>You pull down the covers and smack the alarm clock’s power button.
“If you sleep in any more, your schedule for tomorrow will be messed up. Are you feeling okay?”
>”Ungh. No.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make you some coffee. You can’t sleep in, go wash yourself up.”
>She reluctantly rises from your bed, zombie-like in her shuffling,
>and flexes her wings in a yawn before heading into the bathroom.
>You get the feeling she doesn’t drink very often,
>and you thank yourself for remembering to give her headache medicine the night before.
>Slipping into the kitchen, you put on a pot of Zecora’s finest Everfree coffee for the two of you.
“Ey, Flutters! You like milk and sugar?”
>The sound of running water makes her difficult to hear. ”Yes, please!”
>You prepare two cups, your own black and sugary, her’s a bit lighter.
>Ponies don’t often drink coffee, but you’ve been trying to turn Fluttershy onto it recently.
>You hear your sink turning off, and a frowny-faced Pegasus walks into the kitchen.
“Here you are,”
>handing her her coffee.
>”Thanks.”
>Her mane must take a lot of styling for how messed it is currently.
>She probably wouldn’t dare leave without styling it,
>but it’ll probably be a little while before the coffee really wakes her up.
“Hey Fluttershy, you want pancakes? I feel like making it up to you for that breakfast in bed the other day.”
>”Hm? Um, sure. What are pancakes?”
“Breakfast food. A cake, you mix eggs, milk and flour together in a bowl and fry it.”
>”Sounds good.” Fluttershy looks into a mirror on the wall.
>”Ah! I’ve gotta go do my hair!”
>You knew that would happen.
“Sure thing, Fluttershy.”
***
>An hour or so later, Fluttershy is lying against your chest on the wide, crimson sofa in your living room,
>and you’re idly stroking through her long and silky hair as you read the Canterlot Times together.
>”Griffon Premier Hopes to Avoid Electoral Setback on Trade Dispute”
>Flip the page.
>”Pegasus Playboy Lands in Hot Water Over Secret Stallion Love Triangle”
>Fluttershy’s wings shift uneasily into your chest. That’s more like it.
>”Why would somepony DO something like that?”
”What do you mean, Shy?”
>”Just… the notion of fooling around like that. It’s mean to your loved ones.”
“I don’t think this Pegasus was ever exactly a paragon of decency.”
>”Still… I would never betray you like that. I just wanna be yours…”
>Fluttershy snuggles up into your chest. Wait a minute. What?
“Wait, what do you mean? I’m only your boyfriend.”
>”Huh? Uh… yeah. Yeah, I, I guess…”
“Fluttershy.”
>You sit up, and hold her by the forelegs.
“Do you… do you want to be more than that?”
>She’s very clearly anxious, but you run a hand over her ear, petting her mane to calm her.
>Fluttershy’s eyes begin to water, and her features carry a look of worry.
“What is it, Fluttershy?”
>”Anon.. please don’t leave me..”
“What? Of course I won’t leave you.”
>You hug her, petting her hair and gently rocking her in your arms.
>”I’ve never been with anyone as nice as you.. you make me so happy and safe and,
>and I don’t ever want you to go away.”
>You kiss her on the forehead.
“Fluttershy. You realize what you’re saying?”
>”Yes! Gosh, I’ll do anything! Cook your meals, follow your orders… just, keep me safe, please..”
>Follow your orders?
>Is she really this submissive?
“Shhh… it’s alright, Flutters. I’m here.”
>She looks up at you with tears in her eyes.
>”Well?”
>You place a hand on her head.
“If you want to be mine, I can take care of you. On a, um, permanent basis.”
>Her wings shuffle on her back as she gives the warmest and happiest smile you’ve ever seen on her.
>”Oh, Anonymous… You make me so happy. I just wanna make you happy too.”
“You really think someone controlling your life will make you happy?”
>She doesn’t respond.
>For several minutes, she simply lies against you, indulging in your paternal touch,
>the newspaper all but forgotten.
***
>You’ve just finished waving Fluttershy out the door, her dress neatly packed in a bag and her mane immaculate.
>You grab another cup of lukewarm coffee and sit down at your coffee table.
>Hmm.
>Fluttershy wants you to control her, look after her socially and sexually.
>You guess you’ve gotta be a Master now.
>You don’t have a clue what that entails.
>Now, how does someone in Ponyville discreetly study up on something they’ve got no knowledge about?
>…
>Of course!
***
>*KNOCK*, *KNOCK*, *KNOCK*!
>The door eventually opens.
“Hey, Twilight!”
>”Oh, hello Anonymous! Do you need something?”
“Uh, I’m here to check out a book, actually.”
>You step inside, and Twilight closes the door behind you.
>”So, what were you looking to get?”
>Hoo boy.
“Uh… I don’t know in particular. Where’s your section on, um, sexuality?”
>”Huh? I think it’s this way…” she leads you to the right.
>”But wait, aren’t you seeing Fluttershy?”
“Huh? Uh, yeah. This is, um, about that.”
>”But sexuality means… Anonymous, do you like stallions??”
“What? No! no, sexual expression, like, what a man and a mare can do together…”
>”But isn’t it obvious? You just put –“
“I know I know I know, just… let me check what you have.”
>Twilight leads you to a tall row of books, and you grab a bookshelf ladder.
>”I could levitate the whole section if you don’t know what you –“
“No thanks, Twilight, I’d uh… like to do this on my own.”
>”Sure thing.”
>You climb the ladder to the section she pointed out.
>”Carter’s Equine Reproductive Anatomy and Physiology, 4th ed.”
>No.
>”Understanding Our Bodies – Puberty for Colts and Fillies Of All Ages”
>God no.
>”A Mare’s Guide to Looking Good and Feeling Sexy”
>Why the fuck is this in a public library??
>You thumb through the random and often nonsensical offerings for a while,
>none of them really catching your eye.
>Wait…
>”Reins: A Beginner’s Guide to the BDSM Lifestyle”
>Perfect. You slip the book under your shoulder and head to Twilight.
>I’ve got one to check out. Uh, do I need a library card for this?
>She blinks twice. “A library card? Uh, we don’t have those in the system here.
>I kinda just write down your name, the book, and the date, so could you let me see it?”
>…
“It’s called “Reins.”
>…
>”Um, heh heh, I need to see the book. Please.”
>You slip the book onto the counter.
>Twilight diligently copies down the title with a telekinetically-held quill,
>either misunderstanding or skillfully ignoring the awkward implications of the name.
>”All done. Here you go.” She hands you the book, and you turn to leave.
>It smells weird in here.
***
>You sit down on your porch for a little light reading.
>”Chapter 1 – An Introduction to BDSM Culture and…”
>Boring. You flip a couple of pages through.
>”Section 4 – How to Find a Partner”
>You have that already. Flip a thick stack of pages.
>”Testing Your Slave’s Limits” adorns the header. This is more like it.
>You flip back a couple of pages and find yourself on a page labeled “Chapter 6 – Keeping Your Slave”.
>Well, if that’s the kind of status Fluttershy wants to have, you suppose you should learn to take care of her.
>The pages are adorned with gender-neutral outlines of ponies in various sexual positions,
>drawn with vaginas or penises as the instructions warrant.
>The chapter mostly outlines issues of discipline, daily structure for slaves,
>and the importance of learning a slave’s limits and testing them in a safe and responsible manner.
>It wholeheartedly recommends a truly dedicated master and slave live together. Hmm.
>You shoot down the idea of having Shy address you solely as ‘master’, though –
>if she wants to, she can, but you see no reason to enforce it.
>You must say that you’ve gained a greater understanding of her perspective from all this reading;
> you don't know how you feel about it, but you at least see what’s attractive about this kind of lifestyle.
>In exchange for her obedience, you provide guidance and leadership.
>Honestly, the burden is as much on you for taking care of her responsibly as it is on her to be an obedient slave.
>After you’ve gleaned all you can from the chapter on keeping slaves,
>you set the book down and head inside.
>Sex is simple – if Fluttershy is afraid of the pain, you’ll simply never take her virginity.
>Still, though, you’d like to get some toys  for her.
>Now how in the world are you supposed to do that?
>Hmm. Perhaps Fluttershy can help with that, somehow.
>You check your  watch; it’s currently 4:30 PM. You do have work in the morning, but…
***
>”Thank you for your patronage!”
“Sure thing.”
>Chocolates and roses. How corny.
>Well, you’re still in the learning stages of all this master stuff.
>Might as well grab her something if you were gonna visit anyway.
>The trek to Fluttershy’s cottage is much easier unimpeded by rain or soiled clothing,
>and you’re standing on her doorstep in no time,
>flowers and candy in each hand as you ring the doorbell.
>Fluttershy opens the door and you immediately throw your arms around her neck,
>pulling her into a warm, sloppy kiss as you push your way into her house.
>Kicking the door shut behind you, you break away to reveal a very startled pony.
>”A…  Anonymous, I didn’t know you were coming – “
“That’s all right, Flutters. I wanted to surprise you.”
>She notices the gifts in your hands, and her eyes widen in delight as you present them to her.
>”For me?? Oh gosh, you didn’t have to do this for me…”
“I  wanted to see you again. Besides, I need to talk with you.”
>She grabs the flowers and chocolate and takes them into her kitchen, while you grab a seat on the couch.
“How are the roses, Fluttershy?”
>You hear her bite down on something.
>”They’re really good!”, she responds in a humorous face-stuffed mumble,
>before walking out to meet you in the living room.
>You invite her over, and she cuddles up against you on the couch.
>”So, um… what did you need to talk to me about?”
>You slide your hand down to her flank, teasing Fluttershy before you’ve even begun your conversation.
“You know, Fluttershy, I’m still a bit worried about… hurting you.”
>Your hand slips between her legs, and you run its palm along her thigh,
>causing her to shudder and whimper adorably as you ostensibly carry on a conversation.
>”O-oh? You don’t have to worr-AH!”
>You slide a finger up and down her virginal pussy, resting your head in her mane as she lies in your lap,
>completely at the mercy of your touch.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay with all this.”
>With your other hand, you fondle one of her teats, gently tweaking her nipple,
> as soft, tender moans begin to register in her voice.
>”Oh…I..I don't mind.”
“Still, Fluttershy, I know the idea of breaking your hymen scared you, right?”
>”A… a little.”
“And, you said you don’t mind serving me?”
>”R… right.”
“Well, then. Because of that, I won’t be penetrating you normally. Besides…”
>Your lube-slicked fingers slide down to her lower hole, teasing it as her clitoris winks in frustrated arousal.
“This one is so much more fun.”
>Your two fingers sink deep into her ass, and Fluttershy nearly screams as you bring your other hand to her clit,
>massaging her rapidly-winking button as you piston your fingers into her ass.
>”Ah… Anon… please don’t –“
“Shhh, it’s okay, Fluttershy. Come.”
>You pinch and tweak her exposed pleasure button as your fingers sink into her colon,
>and she spasms in mindless glee as a flood of sticky fluids stain her coat and your pants.
“There’s a good little pony.”
>You gently remove Fluttershy from your lap, and place her down before finding a towel in her bathroom.
>Rubbing down her coat, you clean the exhausted Pegasus of her mess,
>doing your best to pat down the couch of her sticky, fragrant juices.
>Your jeans are a different story. Oh well.
>At least it gives you an excuse to take them off.
>”A… Anon?” Fluttershy is lying on the couch, still quite tired from her experience.
“Oh, I almost forgot to mention this. Do any of our friends seem particularly likely to have… sex toys?
Or at least, know where I can get them from.”
>”Huh? I heard… Pinkie mention it once or twice… you know, girl talk. Why?”
“For your training. Now, let’s get you someplace more comfortable, Fluttershy.”
>You take her and cradle her in your arms, heading into the bedroom and lying her on the fresh sheets.
>You pull off your shirt and underwear, and Shy raises her rump in turn.
“Hmm, actually, Fluttershy, I was thinking of trying something else.”
>You lie down on the bed next to her.
“Come over and sit on top of me, would you?”
>”Huh? O-okay. What do you have in mind?”
>Fluttershy is straddling your groin, your turgid dick pointing straight into the air.
“Get me nice and wet, if you could.”
>”Sure thing.” She leans down and licks the shaft of your cock,
>bathing you with her tongue as you watch with  approval.
“Good girl.”
>She looks up at you, and you take her by the flanks, positioning her ass squarely over your penis,
>before you slide her down onto you, burying yourself in the depths of her butt.
“Now, Shy, ride me like your life depended on it.”
>She lifts herself off of you before sinking back down, her forehooves pressed against your chest for leverage,
>and gets into a pleasant rhythm of impaling herself upon you every few seconds.
>As much as you want to run your hands along her flanks, push her onto you with your own power,
>this is all a part of testing her, after all.
>Her face quickly bears a look of orgasmic ecstasy, and you bring her down in for a wet, passionate kiss;
>pony stamina is nothing like your own, you recall with satisfaction.
>After several dozens seconds of endlessly riding your cock, Fluttershy does something that surprises even you -
>she unfurls her wings and flaps them ever so slightly,
>rising off of your dick with every beat before sinking back down.
>She’s able to increase her tempo to a furious, frenzied pace,
>slamming  herself on top of you every single second, and soon, she cries out in another shuddering orgasm.
>The tightness of her warm, silky tunnel around your dick, as she convulses in pleasure,
>is the best feeling you’ve ever experienced.
>She seems quite tired out, but you’re not finished.
>You grab her by the flanks and piston yourself into her,
>relentlessly taking your pleasure from the overwhelmed pony’s wonderful butt.
>Fucking her as hard as you can, her face twists again and again into a look of bliss;
>the squeezing of her muscles around your hilted cock eventually sends you over the edge,
>and the two of you share an ecstatic peak as you spurt a jet of warm, gooey semen into the depths of her colon.
>The two of you lie together for several minutes,
>Fluttershy wrecked by the overwhelming gauntlet of orgasms she experienced.
>Hm. You check the clock and see fifteen past six.
>Your lover, for her part, appears quite capable of sleeping through the evening if you were to let her;
>that’s not quite what you have in mind.
>You get up and set her alarm clock for 7 PM,
>before going out to the living room and retrieving a book from your discarded jacket.
>You find a quill and paper and write her a message –
>”Dear Fluttershy,
>Sorry to run off like this, but we both have to work in the morning.
>This book is an introductory guide to BDSM,
>and you are to read chapters one and six by the time I return tomorrow evening.
>It will help you learn about and prepare yourself for the role of being a slave,
>and though I will not enforce every point it recommends, I am sure you will find it instructive nonetheless.
>With Love, Anonymous.”
>You place the book next to the alarm clock and lay the note on top of it.
>Taking one last glance at your beautiful Fluttershy,
>you lean down and plant a light kiss on her softly-sleeping forehead.
>You then get back into your clothes and take your leave.
***
>”Sorry Anonymous, Sugarcube Corner’s about to close.”
“I’m actually here to see Pinkie Pie.”
>”Oh, okay. I think she’s in her room. You can head on up if ya want.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Cake.”
>You stomp up the steps to Pinkie’s room and knock on her door.
>…
>”Hello?” Pinkie’s face lights up with recognition. ”Oh! Anonymous! What’s up?”
“Heya, Pinkie, can I, uh, step inside for a second?”
>”Sure thing.” You close the door behind the two of you. “Whaddaya need?”
“Well, this might be a bit embarrassing, but, uh, d’you have any, um… sex toys?”
>Pinkie blinks slowly on her bed. “Ya want dildos?”
“Uh, no, actually something more along the lines of a butt plug, and, and anal beads, maybe.”
>”Whatever floats your boat. I think I’ve got some stuff…”
“Oh, they’re not for me, I’m Fluttershy’s boyfriend, remember?”
>”But wait… then why do you need them?”
“What… I just said they’re not for me, they’re for Flutter –“
>”Why would Fluttershy need sex toys if she has a boyfriend???”
“Well why do YOU have them, then!?”
>”’Cause I don’t have a BOYFRIEND!”
“WHY ARE WE YELLING???”
>”…”
>”Oh right, that is a bit silly. So you say Fluttershy needs butt plugs and anal beads for some reason?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, Pinkie.”
>”If you say so.”
>Of course, it isn’t exactly the truth –
>Fluttershy won’t know what she needs until you bury it in deep in her butt for the hundredth time.
>Pinkie climbs down and rummages under her bed.
>”Needin’ butt plugs when you have a boyfriend… that mare is so – oh! Here they are!”
>Pinkie Pie wriggles out with a box of toys in hoof, and plops it onto her bed for you to take a look.
>She has a moderate stash, and your eyes are drawn to a thick, black, silicone plug,
>with a flat base and narrow neck to keep it secure. You estimate the insertable length to be about five inches,
>and the width at its widest point to be maybe two.
>You also notice a thin row of beads, linked by thin plastic connectors on a rigid chain.
>There are around eight of them, maybe half an inch in diameter each.
>You suppose these will be good gifts for her to start out.
“Can I have these two, Pinkie?”
>”Sure thing! I don’t use ‘em all that much.”
>You begin to take out your wallet –
>”Huh? You don’t need to pay me, silly! Just take them. Don’t worry about it.”
“If you say so, Pinkie.”
>You hide the toys in your jacket.
“Uh, don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”
>”Sure thing. It’ll be our little secret.”
“…”
“See ya, Pinkie.”
>With that, you slip the toys into your jacket and take your leave from Sugarcube Corner.
***
>*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
“Aaah! Whassat?”
>The alarm clock startles you as it forces you awake, and you’re still tired from earlier.
>You poke your head out and look around for Anonymous. He isn’t there.
>Wait… seven o’clock??? Did you sleep all night???
>Oh no, you forgot to check the animals, didn’t you? What if someone was hurt, or…
>Wait. You squint into the alarm clock and see it’s only seven in the evening.
>You turn it off. Did Anon do this?
>Suddenly, you notice something else on the table.
>”Dear Fluttershy…”
>You read through the note. Huh.
>Stretching out your wings from an awkwardly-positioned nap, you pick up the book Anonymous wants you to read.
>”Reins: A Beginner’s Guide to the BDSM Lifestyle”.
>Huh. You tuck it under your arm and head out to the living room,
>a bit sore from his incredible treatment just a short time ago.
>First things first, though. You step out into your living room, and – “
“Oh, hello, Angel.”
>Your pet bunny is tapping his foot, making a scowling face as he stands on the back of your couch.
“What is it?
>He pulls your box of gift chocolates from behind his back, pointing at it angrily.
“Angel! That was a gift from Anonymous, please don’t mess with it…”
>He throws it down and crosses his arms.
“Is this about Anonymous?”
>The tiny bunny nods vigorously.
“Well, I’m sorry, Angel, but we really love each other. You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t like him…”
>Oh, Angel. You walk past him and out your back door, eager to check if anyone is in need of attention.
>You hear a raspberry behind you as you step into your yard.
>Gliding gracefully through the pasture, you check on the squirrels, mice,
>rabbits, and all the other creatures who live on the edge of the Everfree.
>Hmm. You wonder if those baby sparrows were doing okay,
>but you think better of disturbing them at such a young age.
>Unusual for the fields to be so empty… but it is a Sunday evening, after all.
>You’re sure all the animals are just enjoying a quiet evening with their loved ones.
>That reminds you. Anon did say you should have that book read by tomorrow evening…
>This seems like a perfect opportunity. You fly back to your cottage and alight on the porch…
>…to find a very mad-looking bunny flipping through the pages of a small black book on your coffee table.
“Angel! Bad boy, that doesn’t belong to you!”
>He notices you, and pulls up the book to reveal a picture of two pony silhouettes, one leading the other on a leash.
>Pushing it into your face, he points at the submissive pony, and stares into your eyes.
“S…so what… Yes, maybe I DO want that. Maybe it’s what I’ve ALWAYS wanted, you couldn’t understand!”
>Angel sighs, dropping the book down and jumping off and out the door.
>That bunny is just so stubborn sometimes… Oh well.
>You grab the book and take a seat on your couch.
>Flipping through the pages, you’re spellbound by the strange and unique expressions of  sexuality they present;
>collars, leashes, gags, toys… you’ve never really hit it off with another pony after all,
>and you study this book’s precepts with rapt attention.
>Chapter 6 contains a long section intended for future slaves;
>you internalize its lessons on obedience and subservience –
>”…always remember that as a slave, one’s primary goal is providing for one’s Master’s pleasure;
>at the same time, a talented and responsible Master is receptive to feedback,
>so one should always keep one’s owner apprised of their condition,
>to ensure a safe and satisfying partnership for all parties…”
>It isn’t all lectures, though, and you soon find yourself tingling from the more… intimate passages in the book.
>Descriptions of bound and subservient ponies being helplessly used excites you more than you’d ever admit,
>and you instinctively feel your hoof slipping down to your crotch,
>rubbing gentle circles around your sensitive, winking button as you fantasize about submitting to Anonymous.
>His warm, smooth skin pressed against your fur, powerful arms cradling you against his chest,
>keeping you safe and protected as he thrusts deep into your butt,
>nearly-endless endurance overwhelming your frail and sensitive body…
“N…ngh!”
>Your legs tremble as a quaking orgasm washes over you, thoughts of your beloved filling your head.
>You can hardly wait for tomorrow to arrive.
>Taking your book, you head to your room, tucking into the sheets that smell faintly of your favorite Human.
>Hmm… checking the clock, you can still fit in an hour or so of reading.
>You randomly open on a page labeled “The Inconspicuous Use of Toys in Public”.
“Oooh…”
Fin