>You're awake, but you can't move.
>You're so stiff.
>And everything hurts.
>All that work yesterday killed you.
>The sun manages to creep through the makeshift curtain Fluttershy had put up.
>It was just a bath towel hung over the window.
>But the sun shone through the one crack in the side and right into your eyes.
>So now not only couldn't you move, the sun is preventing you from falling asleep again.
 
>Fluttershy is awake as well, but you just lie there in silence, both of you pretending to be sleeping.
>Fluttershy finally stirs and hops off the bed.
>You see her stumble a bit when she hits the floor.
"Are you okay?"
>"Yes... Just a small headache."
"Well you did get a little carried away with drinking last night."
>"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to. I never was a heavy drinker."
 
>You rise out of bed.
"I can see that. But don't be sorry."
>You groan in pain as you stretch yourself out.
"Ow... I think your hysterical when your drunk. So cute."
>Fluttershy blushed and walked over to you.
>"Lay back down. Lets get that stress out of those muscles."
 
"As much as I would love that, I want to take a shower first. I really stink."
>"Oh, okay..."
>You begin walking to the shower when you hear.
>"Can I join you?"
 
>You stop and turn around to face Fluttershy.
>You mull this over for a second.
>What's the difference between sex and taking a shower together?
>She's already seen you naked several times, so it wouldn't be awkward in the least.
>And besides, you both smell pretty bad.
"Sure. Come on, stinky. Lets get cleaned up."
--
>You lead her downstairs to the bathroom.
> you decide to get a little stupid with your shower this morning.
>You plug the drain, but run the shower.
>You add a little soap to get some bubbles going.
 
>Fluttershy was the first to jump in.
>She held her head up so the water could hit her in the face.
>Her wet mane hung straight down as the steam rose around her.
>It was a very beautiful sight.
>You pull off your boxers and toss them in the hamper.
>You get in with Fluttershy.
 
>Your height difference puts Fluttershy's face at crotch-level to you.
>She blushes at the sight and turns her head away.
>You sit down so you meet her eye-level and you begin to scrub her mane and coat.
>You scrub underneath her chin and she lifts her head.
>You get a small laugh out of it.
>This is like washing a dog.
 
>Fluttershy motions for you to turn around so she can scrub you back.
>She takes the loofah in both hooves and starts scrubbing your back in an up/down motion.
>You spin around so she can get your chest as well.
>You don't break eye contact as she continues to scrub.
>You eventually take the loofah from her so you can quickly scrub the rest of your body.
--
>Rinsing off turned out to be a bit of a challenge.
>You unplug the drain and lift Fluttershy from the water.
>She 'Eeps!' when you hold her up to rinse her off.
>You laugh, as you could've just waited a minute or two for the bathwater to drain, but this seemed like a better idea.
>You set her down outside the tub and she watches you rinse off really quick.
 
>You step out and grab a towel from a rack.
>You place it over Fluttershy's head and start rubbing her down.
>Her mane and fur poof out as you dry her off.
>You grab a brush and straighten her mane and coat.
>You grab another towel and dry yourself off.
>After tossing the dirty laundry in the hamper, you go back upstairs for a new change of clothes.
 
>The day goes on like the two before.
>You don't run today, but instead settle for push-ups and sit-ups.
>Fluttershy proceeds to practice her messeuse skills on your sore body.
>She also insists on serving more meat and vegetables to you for dinner to try to help you with your work outs.
 
>You head off to find your daily work.
>Lunch, work, and go home.
>Dinner with Fluttershy followed by another glorious night together.
>It's all becoming routine.
>Everyday is just perfect.
--
>Three days go by.
>Today is the day.
>You need to pull this off flawlessly if you want this to work.
>Your morning routine goes on like normal.
>Fluttershy takes note that you are unsually happy this morning, but dismisses it.
 
>You leave for Ponyville, telling Fluttershy you're off to find your daily work.
>You get about halfway to Ponyville when you spot Rarity walking up the road toward you.
"Is everything alright?"
>"Yes, darling. Everything is set up and waiting for you."
>She hovers a key out of her mane and gives it to you.
>"Your order is behind the counter."
"Thank you, Rarity."
>You start to walk away, but something comes to mind.
 
"Oh, and Rarity?"
>"Hmm?"
"Can you please not put so much make up on Fluttershy? I prefer her natural beauty over that visage."
>"I will notify the spa staff to keep it to a minimum."
"Thank you, Rarity. None of this would have been possible without you. You're a good friend."
>"Of course, darling. If it meant helping your relationship with Fluttershy, I would do anything for you."
>You nod and continue on your way.
--
>You take your sweet time getting to town.
>You literally have all day to kill.
>Rarity is going to keep Fluttershy at the spa for a few hours, giving her the best treatments possible.
 
>You make your way to the Carousel Boutique.
>Using the key Rarity gave you, you unlocked the door and proceeded behind the counter.
>You found 2 boxes underneath.
>A medium-sized box, and a small one.
>A note was also sitting on top.
>It was from Rarity.
>'The other part of your order is hanging in the closet in the back room. Feel free go back and get it. -Rarity'
 
>You grab the two boxes from underneath the counter and go to the back of the store.
>Setting them down on a nearby table, you make your way to the closet.
>You open it up to find it packed with various dresses.
>After sliding them around, you find your suit at the very end, kept hidden by all the other dresses.
"Smart move Rarity."
 
>You pull it out and lay it across the table.
>It was wrapped in plastic to protect it.
>It was the tuxedo you had ordered earlier.
>It looked like everything was in place.
>Black coat, black trousers, white collared shirt, and black tie.
>The shoes...
>You go back into the closet and find a box sitting underneath your suit was hanging.
>You pull it our and open it.
>Flawless.
"You are truly a talented pony, Rarity."
 
>You decide to take a look inside the other two boxes as well.
>Not to check for discrepencies, but to admire Rarity's work.
>And what amazing work it is.
>You pack it back up and pull your suit from its plastic.
--
>You get undressed right down to your boxers.
>You reach into the shoe box and pull out a bag with a few accessories in it.
>Beneath the bag is a pair of black socks.
>You put them on followed by a white undershirt.
>You throw your collard shirt over it and reach for the accessory bag.
 
>Collar stays, shirt stays, and and tie clasp are inside.
>You're not sure if Rarity recreated these, or if she just had some laying around.
>She was in the business of making dress clothes after all, so it would make sense.
 
>You throw on your trousers, shoes, and tie next.
>Finally, you throw on your jacket and stand before a tall mirror.
>You are looking pretty damn good.
>Except that hair...
>You need a haircut.
>You haven't cut it since a week before you arrived and that was a while ago.
>But you're already dressed up, and the one pony you would trust is treating your girl to a day at the spa.
 
>You grab the two boxes and start for the door.
>You stop and go back to the back room.
>You grab some scissors and snip a length of red ribbon from a spool.
>You exit the Carousel Boutique and lock the door behind you.
--
>As you walk through town, you can just feel the stares from the other ponies.
>You hear a few whistles and calls from a few of the mares.
>You just stand tall and lean back a little bit as you walk.
>You look great, you feel great, and nothing could possibly ruin this night for you.
>It would be impossible to try to hide the smile on your face right now.
 
>You don't go straight home.
>Instead, you take the long way around.
>You take the road out towards Sweet Apple Acres before you turn off on the path that leads to Fluttershy's cottage.
 
>You don't stop, but walk on by and reminisce on the times you had here.
>You are not here for the house, but rather something a little more subtle.
>Down the road from Fluttershy's cottage, a small path breaks off behind a line of trees.
>You follow this path, and upon passing the trees, come upon a small field of flowers.
>You walk through and pick out only the broadest and outstanding pink daisies you can find.
 
>When you finally found enough for a bouquet, you pull the red ribbon from your pocket and tied them together.
>She didn't tell you to, but you do it for her.
>Any other woman would probably try to control you with your passive attitude.
>But you grew out of this after spending your time with Fluttershy.
>You would probably would end up alone, too lazy to put up the fight long enough to find the girl for you.
 
>But all that stubborness melts away each morning when you wake with her head on your shoulder.
>And you know you've got to love her until your life is through.
>You act like she is yours to lose.
>There is nothing you wouldn't lay aside to be with her and keep her happy.
>She doesn't even know that she keeps you looking for the next right thing to do.
--
>With the small box in your pocket, and the other under your arm, you carry that bouquet back to your house.
>Tonight, you're gonna give her all your heart.
>And tomorrow, you will face the results of her decision.
 
>You have only been in Ponyville for a few weeks.
>This relationship between you and Fluttershy is moving faster than you can comprehend.
>You had known her only a few days before you first slept together and became lovers.
>And not long after, you moved to a larger house.
>And now you're actually thinking of pushing it further yet?
>Well, she has been for it all so far, as are you.
>Maybe this is the best course of action.
 
>You get home, but something is wrong.
>Your front door is open.
>Is Fluttershy back from the spa already?
>This is not good.
>It could reveal the surprise to early.
 
>As you get closer, you notice something much more sinister.
>Your front door had been kicked in.
>It was still on the hinges, but the lock was ripped from the door frame.
>You creep up to the door and peer inside.
>You don't see anything.
 
>You place the box in your hand and the bouquet of flowers on a nearby end table.
>You take of your jacket as well.
>You slip out of your shoes and you begin to sneak through your house.
>The perpetrator could still be here.
 
>There is a noise coming from upstairs.
>A loud crash confirms your suspicions.
>They are in your bedroom.
--
>You slowly creep up the stairs, your back against the wall.
>The door at the top is cracked open.
>You peer through to try to get a glimpse of the intruder.
>There are some objects flying across the room as they are thrown.
>The intruder finally moves to the center of the room.
>Repositioning yourself, you are able to lay eyes on the intruder.
 
>You can't believe it.
>Well, you could, but you would never have expected them to act so destructive like this.
>You rear back and kick the door open, slamming it against the wall behind it.
"RAINBOW DASH!"
 
>She jumps at the sudden intrusion.
>You ran to grab her, but she juked around you and flew downstairs.
>She flew out the door, and she was gone.
>You ran to the door to see where she had gone.
>Her rainbow trail disappeared just as you had gotten to the door.
>You don't care where she went, but at least it was away from the house.
 
>You sigh and shut the door as much as you could.
>All that money you just saved, after tonight, will probably have to go towards repairs.
>Well this sucks.
>On the bright side, there are still a few hours until you expect Fluttershy and Rarity to be back.
 
>You begin to pick up around the house as much as you can.
>You have to throw alot of the mess away as its broken glass or splintered wood.
>With the living room clean, you move on to the kitchen.
>It seems Dash had helped herself to your food.
>She drank the last of your cider as well.
>There were a few broken dishes as well, but it didn't take long to clean it all up.
>Now on to your bedroom to see what kind of havoc she had reeked there.
--
>It was worse than the rest of the house.
>She had gone through your dresser, your closet, and even flipped the bed to see what was underneath.
>One sight killed you a little inside.
>The photo of your dance with Fluttershy that Pinkie Pie had given you was torn into several pieces and scattered across the room.
 
>Your clothes were dumped from your dresser and scattered.
>At least Dash didn't feel the need to tear up your clothes.
>You set your bed right and remake it.
>You pick up the dresser and set the drawers inside.
>You get to work refolding your clothes and setting them neatly on the bed.
 
>As you work, you come across a magazine.
>A fashion magazine.
>Fluttershy was on the cover.
>Fluttershy never told you she was a model before.
>She looked more terrified than excited.
>She obviously did not want to be there.
>You wonder what forced her to do this.
 
>You set it aside and continue folding your clothes.
>You begin to come across more and more fashion magazines.
>You find yourself staring even longer at each magazine you find.
>These photos only enforde your love of her natural beauty over these fake versions of her.
>You even found a gothic version of her with her hair dyed shades of grey.
>While very cute, it's still fake.
>The name 'Photo Finish' appeared on each of the pictures.
>Probably the name of the studio she modeled for.
--
>You continued folding your clothes.
>You stacked each magazine you found in a neat pile next to you.
>She had a lot of magazines.
>She looks so unhappy in these pictures.
>Why would she keep these?
>Are they meant to remind her never to go back to modeling?
>Or did she act out during this period in her life and she keeps these to keep that old personality buried?
 
>Without all your clothes scattered around the room, it looks way better than it was before.
>The magazines were a large part of it as well, but those were picked up just as easily.
>You sweep up the rest of the mess.
>You just realized that you really don't own very much.
>That dresser of clothes is pretty much all you have.
>You are a boring person.
 
>You've cleaned the house up pretty good.
>It took two hours, but considering the damage, that was pretty fast.
>But it is still all-too-obvious something had happened here.
>You need to tell Fluttershy, but not tonight.
>You do not need her worrying about her friend.
>Or snapping like a twig and going after her.
>It would be best to tell her tomorrow.
 
>You go back downstairs and get dressed.
>You sit down on the couch with your bouquet and packages.
>You think about Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy.
>You think about tonight and what's about to happen.
>And you wait.
--
>It doesn't take much longer than 30 minutes before you hear the feminine voices and laughter coming up the road.
>You quickly stand up with your gifts and stand in front of the door.
>You place the smaller box in your pocket and hold the larger under your arm.
>You hold the bouquet of daisies close to your chest.
>And you wait.
 
>Another minute passes by as the door finally creaks open.
>Fluttershy notices immediately that something is wrong with the house.
>But she freezes as soon as she lays eyes on you.
>You stood there smiling, and you hold the bouquet out to her.
>Rarity is standing behind her, and gives you a wink.
 
>"Anon! What happened here? And what is this?"
"I want to take you out to eat tonight, Fluttershy. Tonight, is a very special night, for my very special somepony."
>You hold out the box under your arm.
>You open the top to reveal a little black dress, made by Rarity.
>Fluttershy is silent, but her face slowly grows into a large smile.
 
>She jumps into your arms.
>It was very hard to hold onto your gifts while simultaneously catching her.
>But you managed to do it.
>"Oh, Anonymous! I just love it!"
 
>You look at Rarity and give her a small nod.
>She nods back and walks up to the two of you.
>"Come now, darling. Lets get you dressed for your big date tonight!"
>Fluttershy lets go of you and runs off.
>Rarity picks up her dress box and follows suit.
>She looks back and gives you another sly wink.
>"Looking good, Anonymous."
--
>You sit back down on the couch and wait some more.
>You can hear the excited laughter and chatter coming from your bedroom upstairs.
>Rarity can be heard ordering Fluttershy to hold still, straighten her dress, and look straight forward.
>She must be giving Fluttershy a once-over to make sure she's good to go for tonight.
>Knowing Rarity's work, you will not be disappointed.
 
>Rarity comes running down the stairs and calls out to an imaginary crowd.
>"Fillies and gentlecolts, if you would please turn your attention to the stage."
>You turn around so you can see Rarity and the stairs.
>"I present to you, the beautiful, Ms. Fluttershy!"
 
>Fluttershy comes walking down the stairs.
>Her hair was curled a little more than usual.
>She was wearing black slippers to match her dress and her wings were extended to add to the effect.
>It was working.
>Upon seeing her, you stand up from the couch and stare at her, mouth agape, as she slowly walks around the couch to meet you.
 
>"Do... do you like it?" she asked.
"Fluttershy... You look absolutely amazing!"
>She gave you that adorable smile of hers and looked up at you.
>You crouched down to meet her with a kiss.
>Rarity audibly d'awwed in the background.
 
>From outside, you can hear a carriage roll up.
>Rarity spoke up.
>"Ah! Right on time, as usual! Anonymous, Fluttershy, your carriage awaits!"
"Thank you very much, Rarity. This night could have never been so perfect without your help."
>"Don't mention it, darling. Just tell me how it goes in the morning!"
>And with that, she left you to start her walk home.
--
>You watched her go and then looked back to Fluttershy.
"Shall we?"
>You held out your hand.
>She extended her wing and you lightly hold onto the wingtip.
>You walk her out the door and to the carriage.
>Opening the carriage door for her, you help her up and inside.
>You're about to get in, but stop for a second.
 
"Oh! I forgot something!"
>You run back inside and grab your coinpurse.
>You can't expect to pay for the carriage or dinner without this.
>You run back outside and hop into the carriage with Fluttershy.
 
>The two ponies pulling the carriage begin moving.
>They find a spot to turn around and start heading back to Ponyville at a brisk pace.
>You can see the carriage coming up on Rarity.
>You order the ponies in front to halt the carriage.
>After all she's done for you, the very least you can do is give her a ride back home.
 
"Hey Rarity! You want a ride back to Ponyville? It's getting pretty dark out."
>"Oh, no thank you Anonymous. I can walk."
"Come on, Rarity. It's the least we can do."
>"I will not impose upon the two of you, Anonymous. You go ahead and enjoy your-"
"Rarity," you say with a more commanding voice. "Get in the carriage."
>"Oh... Well alright. If you insist."
>You assist her in climbing up and you order the two ponies to continue to Ponyville.
--
>The carriage stops outside a fancy-looking bistro.
"Are you sure you don't want a ride back to your house"
>"No thank you," said Rarity. "I don't want to delay your night any longer. Farewell you two. And don't forget to tell me all about it in the morning!"
>Before she could walk away, you grabbed her in a hug and whispered in her ear.
"Thank you so much for all you've done. And don't worry. I'm sure Fluttershy will tell you all about it."
>You both laugh and you release her.
>You and Fluttershy wave goodbye as she walks away.
 
>You pay the carriage and ask if they can come back in a few hours.
>They agree and take off.
>You turn to Fluttershy and extend your hand once more.
>She takes it with her wing and you walk inside.
 
>You lead her up to the podium where the greeter asked for your name.
"Anonymous."
>"Ah, yes. Table for two. Follow me please."
>The greeter led you to a table in the middle of the busy restaurant.
>"A waitress with be with you momentarily, sir."
"Thank you very much."
 
>As the greeter walks away, you pull out a chair and motion for Fluttershy to sit.
>When she does, you scoot the chair in to the table.
>You move around to take your seat.
>But these chairs are built for ponies, so you're just a little too big.
>But you put up with it.
--
>The waitress arrives momentarily and takes your orders.
>Fluttershy tried to order a salad, but you stopped her.
"Order something good. I will spare no expense tonight.
>She nodded and ordered Curried Cauliflower with Currants and Pine Nuts.
>None of these vegan recipes sound goo to you at all, but you settle on Stir-fried Fruit and Peach Sorbet.
>You have no idea what that is, but it sounds alright.
>Your drinks, you ask for a bottle of red wine.
 
>"Wonderful choices sir and ma'am. Your order will be here soon."
"Thank you very much, ma'am."
>She left you with a pitcher of water and two glasses.
>Fluttershy slowly sips on her glass of water.
>She won't take her eyes off of you.
>You stare back at her, your elbow on the table and resting your head on your hand.
 
>You weren't paying attention before, but the piano in the background was playing some amazing music.
>You closed your eyes to take in the soothing effect it was having on you.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7SKIZ-DviA
>You open your eyes to see Fluttershy mimicing you.
>Her elbow was on the table and her head was resting on her hoof.
>Except she never broke her stare.
>You smile back when you notice she is giving you bedroom eyes.
 
>You know what shes thinking.
>And you know what she wants.
>You can tell by that look in her eyes.
>She wants to get out of here and get you home.
>But you can't leave just yet.
>You've been planning this night for quite some time, and only just set it in motion a few days ago.
>No, not just yet.
--
>You never break your eye contact.
>You can barely restrain yourself from getting carried away and leaving with her this instant.
>Like a feather flying high up in the sky on a windy day.
>The look of the light in her big teal eyes is really getting to you.
>Nothing matters but being with her.
>She has you mesmerised.
 
>The waitress placing the platter of food on the table breaks your stare.
>How long were you out of it?
>That only felt like 5 minutes.
>"Is there anything else I can get for you?" the waitress asks.
>You mull this over, trying to think of something romantic.
"No thank you, ma'am."
>The waitress walks away and you look down at your meal.
 
>Huh... it really was just stir fried fruit.
>Smells kinda funny, but doesn't look that bad.
>Fluttershy is enjoying her meal as you stare at your own.
>You pick up a fork and spear what appears to be a kiwi.
>You chew on it for a minute before swallowing.
>It tasted kind of weird.
>You need a drink to help wash this down.
 
>You grab the bottle of red wine from the platter and pour yourself and Fluttershy each a glass.
>You take a quick sip.
>This wasn't much stronger than the cider from a few days ago, but you figure it's probably best not to let Fluttershy have more than a glass.
>You hold your glass up to Fluttershy.
"Cheers."
>You down your glass in one shot.
>Unfortunately, Fluttershy does the same.
--
>Uh oh.
>You've seen what one glass of cider did to her over the course of 30 minutes.
>You might have to hurry your plans along.
>But she actually has food in her this time, so perhaps not.
>If this is going to work, you're gonna have to slow it down on the drinking.
>Especially since Fluttershy feels the need to mimic you.
 
>You pour each of you another glass.
>This time, you slowly sip on it, and Fluttershy also sips on hers.
>You both continue eating.
>You pick up yours stares again.
 
>This little pony is your everything.
>You decide against your previous thought and down your second glass of liquid courage.
>You remember back to the night your first met.
>Your first kiss.
>That first special night together.
>She is your whole life.
>Your whole world.
 
>You just cannot believe the way you feel about this girl.
>You have both come so far since that picnic beneath the moon.
>Back under the tree where you first met her.
>You pull the small box out from the pocket of your jacket.
--
"Fluttershy?"
>"Yes, Anon?"
"We have been together from the very moment I arrived here, yes?"
>"That's right."
"And we have done everything together. We were each other's first for everything, correct?"
>"Yes."
"We are always looking to take our relationship to the next level."
>"Yes?"
"We have even mentioned children on a few occasions."
>"Where are you going with this Anon?"
 
"Well, we can't have kids," you pause for emphasis. "If they don't have a mother."
>"I'm afraid I don't-"
>She finally gets it.
>She stares at you, eyes wide and mouth open.
>"Are you suggesting..."
>You nod.
 
>There were other ponies around, but you didn't care.
>You got down on one knee right there and opened the small jewelry box to show her the contents.
>And as her eyes filled up with tears, she said,
>"This is the last thing I expected."
>You look up at her, staring deep into her eyes.
"I want to be your special somepony forever."
 
>You pull from the jewelery box, a large gold necklace.
>There was a large, teal amacite gemstone in the center, with six small diamonds in the ring around it.
>The amacite to match her big beautiful eyes, and the six diamonds to represent the group of friends she had before you came along.
>And the very same group of friends you intend to bring back together once more.
 
>You finally work up the courage to say those fateful words.
"Fluttershy, will you marry me?"
--
>She didn't respond.
>She just stared at you.
>This mere seconds are feeling like hours.
>And it's killing you inside.
>Did you rush it?
>Is she not ready for that kind of commitment yet?
>Did you just publicly humilate the both of you?
>Your mind is racing with the worst case scenarios.
 
>Your thoughts are washed away when she throws herself into your arms.
>Tears were streaming down her face.
>She pulled back and stuck her head through the necklace loop.
>"Yes Anon! Yes I will be your special somepony!"
 
>She meets you with a deep, passionate kiss.
>The restaurant around you was applauding and cheering for the two of you.
>You hadn't even noticed that they had turned their attention to you.
>You were too focused on Fluttershy.
>But had you been paying attention to them, their expressions would probably have been of fear she would reject you.
 
>"Do you really mean that? You want to start a family with me?"
"I can already see you with that baby on the way. And it's glorious."
>"And about me being your special somepony forever?"
"I want to hear your voice when our hair turns grey. And we can sit in our rocking chairs and watch the sun set."
>You stare deep into her eyes.
"These are not just wishes. They are promises."
--
>You both ran outside as fast as you could, bottle of wine in your hands.
>You payed for the damn thing, you're taking it home.
>The carriage was waiting outside for you, just as you wanted it to.
>You jumped in with Fluttershy and told them to double time it back home.
 
>You couldn't keep Fluttershy off you long enough to even open the bottle of wine.
>All it takes is one glass apparently and Fluttershy turns into a pony with an insatiable lust for you.
>She wants to get you home, and you just want to be with her.
>She finally breaks her assault and tries to take the bottle from you.
"Fluttershy, calm down."
>She ignores you and tries to snatch the bottle from you.
 
>She only had one glass and a few sips from her second.
>This wine is much stronger than the cider, but damn.
>She might as well have drank two glasses of cider already.
>You open the bottle and start drinking it straight.
>You hold it out to Fluttershy who begins to start chugging it like you.
>As soon as you see her trying to mimic you again, you snatch the bottle from her.
>You're cutting her off.
--
>The carriage stops in front of your house.
>You don't care about the price.
>You just throw a handful of coins at the ponies and chase Fluttershy into the house.
>First thing you see is that black dress hit the floor.
>She jumps on you again.
>You almost fall back out the door, but you catch her and walk her over to the couch.
 
>You throw yourself down with FLuttershy on top of you.
>She is ferociously kissing you.
>It's like she's trying to steal your very breath.
>She relents and it gives you time to tear off your jacket.
>She reaches for the collar of your shirt with her teeth, but you stop her.
>Rarity worked too hard on this tux for you to destroy it in one night.
>You yank your tie off and unbutton your shirt.
 
>You kick your shoes off and stand up from the couch.
>Fluttershy gives you the most wanting eyes you have ever seen.
>She must think your gonna leave her on there.
>Nope.
>You dive back into the couch, tackling her and tipping the couch backwards.
>With your antics tonight, you're gonna trash your house worse than Rainbow Dash.
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>Your both laughing hysterically.
>You are lying on top of her.
>She looks into your eyes, and you give her a smile.
"Race you upstairs."
 
>You get off of her and bolt towards the bedroom.
>Fluttershy rolls over and gets a running start as she jumps into the air and flies after you.
>You ram the bedroom door open and turn around when you reach the foot of your bed.
>The moment you turn around, Fluttershy slams into your chest and sends the two of you flying backwards onto the bed.
>You caught her as she slammed into you, as to not let her go falling away and getting hurt.
>How can she even fly like that, being as tipsy as she was?
 
>Without missing a beat, she frees herself from your grasp and starts gnawing on your trousers, trying to pull them off.
>Again, you don't want her ruining your only nice clothes.
>You undo your trousers, kick them off, and also take your socks off.
>Fluttershy ever so carefully slides your boxers down, which you also kick off.
>She mounts you without even waiting for you to say something.
 
>You were soon to be married, and Fluttershy was making sure that she could have you all to herself.
>You don't know if this was  a natural pony reaction to the news of their engagement or what.
>But it's fucking awesome regardless.
>You finish long before she does, but you participate until she is fully satisfied.
>You fall asleep in a spooning position, you hands down by her crotch.
>You have a news to spread and a wedding to start planning tomorrow.