>Day Puppet in Equestria.
Breathe Derpy, breathe.
>You are Anon.
>Life coach.
>And boy was business booming in Equestria.
>Right now you are with your first client.
>Derpy Hooves.
>A walleyed mail-mare.
>She's a sweet clumsy mare.
>Always trying hard.
>You love your job.
>Helping ponies.
>Every day was more satisfying than the last.
Focus on what you want and grasp it.
>She breathes in deeply.
>Her despised eyes closed tight.
>What did Derpy want?
>A normal life.
>A life where she wasn't mocked.
>To be able to join the other pegasus ponies as just Derpy.
>Not the pony that brought disaster.
Now, can you see what you want?
>She nods.
Good. Open your eyes.
>She hesitates.
I'll be with you. Every step of the way
>She opens her eyes.
>They stare straight at you.
See what I see?
>A smile spreads on her face.
>She jumps forward and hugs you.
>"I did it! I did it!"
 
 
>After that breakthrough with Derpy, you decide to have lunch.
>Your next client should arrive soon.
>Lyra was a confused mare.
>Such an unhealthy obsession with human anatomy.
>It was a bit ironic that you were the one helping her.
>But she was advancing well.
>You smile as you sip some cranberry juice on your patio.
>The sun is nice.
>It shines on your face, the whitest lace of light.
>Looks like Celestia would be receiving another bouquet of flowers from you.
>Then she arrives.
>Your third client.
>Not scheduled to show up until tomorrow.
Hello Fluttershy.
>She stops skulking through your rhododendron bush and timidly approaches you.
>"H-hello Anon... Do you have time to squeeze me in?"
>You give a curt smile.
Sorry Fluttershy, but Lyra has an appointment soon.
>She looks down in disappointment, "oh... Okay."
>Lyra trots up the lane.
Ah, she's here.
>You stand and greet her.
>She smiles and stands on two hooves to wave.
>You raise an eyebrow.
>She falters then drops back down on four hooves.
>"Sorry..."
>You withdraw a sugar cube from your pocket and hold it out to her.
No need to apologize Lyra, It's a work in progress.
>She blushes and licks the sugar from your outheld palm.
>Fluttershy whimpers in envy behind you.
>Lyra happily chews on the cube, "so Mr. Anon, what will we do today?"
>You walk to a crate in front of your house.
>From it you pull out a saddle.
Oh the usual, pony stuff.
 
 
>Lyra trots in a circle around you as you lead her by the reins.
>You probably are wondering the reason for this situation?
>Well, as it were-
>Lyra was obsessed with human mannerisms.
>So, the way to get past that was to rekindle her pony spirit so to say.
>Personally, you saw nothing wrong with her obsession.
>But she asked for your help.
>And she really enjoyed your sessions.
>No matter your personal opinions,
>Any pony that asked for help would get it from you to the best of your ability.
>That was how you lived your life.
>You were no expert.
>You were simply a crutch.
How do you feel Lyra?
>She jumps over a barrier and adjusts the bar in her mouth, "like a pony Mr. Anon!"
Great!
>You tug and she stops.
>She snorts like a real horse and you smile.
>Lyra really tried.
Now, shall we go for a ride?
>Lyra nods and shakes her whithers, ready to carry you.
>Fluttershy flies over
>"Oh! Oh! Y-you're going to m-mount her?!"
>You throw a leg over Lyra.
Yes. Yes I am.
>Fluttershy flies lower and stares at Lyra's flank.
>"Okay, I'm r-ready. Slide it in..."
>You roll your eyes and sit,
I'm simply riding her.
>Fluttershy looks disappointed again.
Alright Lyra,
>You slap her flank,
Ya!
>Lyra whinnies and takes off.
 
 
>The buildings of Ponyville zip past you.
>Lyra was pretty fast.
>You can hear her laughter as she runs.
>That brings a smile to your face.
>You guide her down a different road.
>Fluttershy catches up and flies next to you.
>"So you're not going to r-rut?"
Fluttershy, we've talked about this.
>You really didn't want to get into Fluttershy's issues while you were with Lyra.
You need to control your sexual urges.
>She whimpers.
>"R-right. I am the master of my body. I am the master of my-"
>She runs face-first into a sign.
Whoa!
>You jerk on the reins and Lyra comes to a stop.
>She rears up and whinnies just like you practiced.
>You guide her back to where Fluttershy is laying.
Are you okay Fluttershy?
>She groans and holds her face.
>"No... P-please kiss it..."
I won't kiss your face.
>"N-no,"
>She points to her crotch.
>It winks at you.
Alright then.
>You signal for Lyra to take off again.
 
 
>After a lap around the town, you ride Lyra back to your home.
>You put away all the gear.
Alright Lyra, same time next week.
>Before you know it, she wraps you in a hug around the waist.
>You tentatively pat her head.
>"Thank you SO much Mr. Anon!"
It's no problem Lyra.
>She rubs her face on your stomach.
>"You really do make me feel like a little pony every week."
>You reach down and lift her chin so she's looking at you.
You ARE a little pony Lyra. Not because of me. Not because of some saddle.
But because you were born to it.
A pony.
>Her smile is more than enough payment.
>"Can I tell you a secret Mr. Anon?"
Of course.
>She motions for you to lean down.
>You do so and she whispers into your ear
>"I'm YOUR little pony."
>She pecks your cheek with her lips
>Then she gallops away.
>On all four hooves.
>You stand stunned for a while.
>Then
>You laugh.
>You laugh from deep in your stomach as Lyra the pony gallops away from your home.
 
 
>Today is the day.
>Fluttershy's session.
>Maybe you should take a few shots before she arrives?
>No.
>That's unprofessional.
>Even if she was... Trying.
>The yellow nymphomaniac arrives.
>With a dragon dildo.
>You cross your arms and tap your foot, barring entrance to your home.
Fluttershy...
>She shifts from hoof to hoof and holds up the dildo with puppy-dog eyes.
We've talked about this.
>She sulks and drops the dildo.
>You step aside.
You may come in.
>She enters with her head hung.
>The two of you take your usual spots in the living room.
So Fluttershy, what's new since our last session?
>She smiles proudly, "I h-have only masturbated to y-you five times since!"
>You hold up your hand.
Alright! High five!
>She slaps a sticky hoof to your palm and squees.
So, this time we'll try something a little different.
>"Your f-fetish?"
>You stand,
No.
>From your briefcase you pull out a shock collar.
>"Ooooh! My fetish..."
>You attach it around her neck.
The idea here is that every time you do something inappropriate, you get shocked.
>You show her the remote.
>"S-so if I suck your d-dick i'll get-"
>You press the button and she spasms in shock.
>After it's passed, she shakes her head.
>"Okay, I w-won't try that..."
Excellent.
>"But what if I get the u-urge to spread your salty semen all over my puss- ACK!"
>You shock her again.
 
 
>This is definitely your most difficult client.
>She won't stop.
>"And then I'd take that turkey baster and insert it into my- ACK!"
>You're getting tired of this.
>She seems to enjoy being shocked.
Enough!
>You reach forward and remove the collar.
>"Awww... Already?"
>You snap your fingers in her face and she squeaks.
Listen Fluttershy, I can't help you unless you want to help yourself.
>She frowns.
If not, then leave.
>Fluttershy bows at your feet
>"Oh I do want to h-help myself!"
>You smile
Great. That's a step forward.
>She flies up and licks her lips.
>"Help myself to you..."
>Nope.
>You grab the mare
>And toss her out of the house.
>You still had to hold session with Rainbow Dash for her gender dysphoria.
>There was no time for this.
>You slam the door shut.
>Maybe it was wrong.
>You upheld a vow to help those who seek it.
>And maybe you were doing the wrong thing...
>But at least you weren't
>Fucking Fluttershy.
 
The End.