> Day... You've stopped counting.
> Equestria.
> P0nyville.
> You are Anon.
> You are the only human in the whole of this crazy horse run land.
> You've just woke up with a hangover and it's finally sunk in.
> You're going to be here forever.
> FOREEEEVER.
> Feelsbadman.
> Your house is nice, but too empty.
> Just like your life.
> Feel lonely?
> Beer has the answer!
> Drink!
> Bad news, dude.
> That doesn't seem to work anymore.
> Also, testicles are now like two big blue pineapples.
> When they finally explode, no p0ny will survive the flood.
 
> Lonely and beer not working?
> That's bad.
> Lonely and horny and beer not working?
> That's fucking terribad.
> Ok brain, looking for answers...
> 'go back to killing me with beer.'
> Simpsonsdidit.jpg
> Ok then, fuck you brain.
> Hey, little brain down there, what do you think?
> 'Findholefuckholefindholefuckholefindholefuc-'
> That's not helping.
> What do?
> Take a walk.
> P0nies wave and say hello.
> No answer to give.
> No thinking.
> No hope.
> Just walking.
 
> See a familiar cottage suddenly.
> Realise it's Fluttershy's.
> Brain, did you do this?
> 'nope. urgently require more beer pylons.'
> No.
> What about you little brain?
> '.....'
> That's a yes isn't it?
> 'findholefuckhole?'
> Goddammit.
> Well, at least one of you is trying to help.
> Been here too long.
> Forgotten what women look like.
> Never going home.
> Have to make do.
> Fuck it.
> 'yeeeeesssss'
> You shut up.
 
> *knockknock*
"You in there Fluttershy?"
> Door flies back and almost slams off hinges.
> Yellow pegasus is there.
> So is little rabbit.
> Angel is giving you the stink eye.
> You flip him the bird as hard as you can.
> "Anon! th-this is such a s-surprise... I was going to watch... umn. see you later."
"Yeah. Hey, can I ask you something?"
> Flutters eyes widen and she squeeks "...yes..."
"You know, something personal?"
> Her eyes widen further and she covers her mouth with her hooves in excitement "...yes!..."
"um. yeah... in private?"
> *squee*
"Without hoppy the killjoy there?"
> Fluttershy punts angel out of the door, clearing the yard and qualifying as first draft pick for the fillydelphia eagles.
"Thank's flutter-urk!"
> She drags you in with the strength of a thousand horny pegasi and the door slams shut behind you.
 
> Fluttershy is sitting on the couch next to you.
> She's trying to look sultry.
> It makes her look gassy.
"...so. I've been here a long time."
> She mumbles something and tousles her mane as she looks at you licking her lips.
> It's meant to be seductive.
> It's not.
"...just stop. Listen to me."
> Fluttershy stops.
"I'm never going to find a way home. I'm not going to get lucky enough for that shit to happen twice."
"Here is where I live now."
> She's stopped trying to be alluring.
> Good.
> It's hard being serious when she's looks like she's trying to french her own nose.
"...If I don't want to end up loosing my mind..."
> ...whatever's left of it...'Buy more booze!'...shut up brain!
"... I can't go on as I am."
> Fluttershy is lookin up at you now, hooves crossed and eyes dampening as she hopes against hope...
"You've always been there for me, 'shy. No matter how I turned you away. You still kept trying. You thought I was worth it."
"I'm sorry for all the cruel things I said. Sorry for all the times I rejected you. You saw what I didn't. I'm part of this world now."
> You lean in, close to her, the heat of her breath close enough to warm your mouth.
"It's time I started living in it."
 
> You can hear her heart pounding in her chest.
> Her eyes are wet with held back tears.
> She has both forehooves up covering her mouth, but you can see the corners of a smile peeking out at the sides.
> Her ears are straight up and quivering.
> So are her wings.
"If you can find it in yourself to forgive me..."
> She doesn't respond, eyes now pinpricks of focus, absorbing this dreamt of moment in every detail.
"Then I'd like to see if we could have something together."
> You lean in that last, longest inch and, moving her hooves apart, kiss her softly upon her mouth.
> She's too shocked to even respond, her mouth barely moving.
"Something beautiful."
> You place a hand gently upon her flank and slowly circle her cutiemark with caressing, stroking motions.
> This time she initiates.
> Her mouth lunges forward so swiftly it almost looking like it pulls her body with her.
> Shy's lips press firmly against yours and her deft tongue explores this new, welcoming territory.
> Your hand slowly starts to trace it's way, meandering, up her flank and along her side.
> As it comes to rest against her shoulder, you both pull away for a gasped breath, before pushing into each other again.
> Your hand cups her jaw, tilting her head back, allowing you to take dominance.
> Fluttershy is responsive to this, pliant... retreating.
> You push gently downwards on her, assertive, swift darting motions of the tongue eliciting shudders.
 
> As your hand begins to work it's way down her body, you gasp another breath.
> At any other time this slobbering, wet, gasping noise would be comical.
> Here, it speaks of a passion so fierce self conciousness has no place.
> Just hunger.
> Your hand strokes along her belly, down, then up again, then down.
> Down further...
> Further.
> Passing over two firm mounds, causing a little squeek to escape her mouth, but not your's as it continues pressing against her.
> Stopping to tweak a perfectly rigid nipple and to shudder yourself at the low moan that emits from deep within her, your hand then creeps  lower.
> You feel her parting her legs at it's approach.
> You feel a warmth  ahead of the tips of your seeking fingers.
> A dampness on your fingers, clinging and inviting.
> Stopping to breathe, to gather yourselves for what is to come, you look into her eyes.
> Those teal, deep, soulful, loving eyes framed by a blush so bright it near covers her whole face.
"You never did find out my fetish..."
> "Does it matter?" She doesn't stutter, doesn't squeak.
> All self doubt has banished by realising this want.
" It's [spoiler] Orgasm denial [/spoiler]"
 
> You get up.
> Straighten your collar and walk right out of the door.
> like.
> a.
> boss.
> You leave Fluttershy sitting in a pool of her own juices, still blushing, still making a 'kissy' face and eyes starting to tear over.
> The door slams behind you.
> You hide in Fluttershy's bushes and tug your cock ragged to the sound of her crying.
> By the time you're done, your balls look like two deflated spacehoppers and the bush like it's been TP'd by the smurfs.
> You spend the next three day's in P0nyville general hospital been treated for crotch located friction burns.
> Life is good again.