Title:           [Anon in Eq.] Different Storm this Season
Author:          FiftyShadesofYellow
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First Edit:      Saturday 6th of December 2014 05:58:09 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 6th of December 2014 05:58:09 PM CDT

>It's a late evening.
>Outside looks and sounds pretty messy.
>That loud wind and rustling leaves give off a bad sign for anyone to be out there.
>Too bad it interrupts your reading session.
>At least the water is boiling to--
>Someone is knocking at the door.
>You can tell it's someone out there, because it wasn't one loud thump from some lose branch or tree trunk.
>Get away from your comfy spot on the couch and open the door.
>See that it's that yellow Pegasus in a white coat.
>"Anon! Thank goodness, it's nice to see you again."
"Uh, hey Flutters."
>"I w-was visiting Twilight, until this storm came along. I'm afraid that, I might not make it in this storm. I-If it's not too much to ask but, m-may I stay over?"
>A flash of light brightens the dark sky, along with the thunder taking it away.
"Sure, just as long that the storm is-"
>She flies up and hugs you with the soaked coat on.
>"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
>She flies over and sits on the couch.
>You weren't expecting anyone out in this kind of storm, but at least company is usually good.
>Walk into the kitchen and pour the boiling water into two mugs filled with chocolate powder.
>Stir them up and take them into the living room to see Fluttershy is starting to get comfy on the couch.
>You sit right beside her and hand over a mug.
>"T-thank you."
>She gives it a little sip.
"Why were you at Twilight's house?"
>She stops and looks at you.
>"Just, research. I-it's nothing, really."
"If it's research than it clearly sounds important."
>"No, y-you wouldn't want to hear about it, anyway."
"Flutters, we're going to be in here for... maybe the entire night, or in a day, so we may as well just talk."
>Her mug starts to wobble.
>Weird, especially that she's using both hooves to carry it.
>"I, can't really say."
“What are you hiding? And why are you still wearing your coat?”
>She tries to continue sipping out of the mug, even if it’s still wobbling.
>You set yours down and finally know that something isn’t right.
>As she’s having trouble to drinking out of the mug, you take it out of her hooves and put it on the table.
>”I-I was drinking that!”
>You grab her coat and start to unbutton it.
>She struggles and tries to push you away from her.
>”W-what are you doing!?”
“Explain now, on why you’re acting unusual!”
>”I’m not! Help! Rape!”
>Just as she uses her wings to push away from you, the coat opens up and some items fall out of it.
>She flies back and lands on the floor.
>What comes out of it disturbs you.
>A camera, binoculars, and a pen with a notepad.
>What was she studying?
>You grab the notepad and flip through it.
>”Anon! Don’t!”
“’Day 82 – Anonymous leaves his home to buy a new book from Twilight.’”
>Keep on reading through and see that there are even more activities throughout the day.
>They’re all in order and kept to date.
>Has she been studying you?
>The notebook gets snatched away from your hands.
>Fluttershy turns around, refusing to face you.
>"It's... not what it looks like."
>She starts to gather her things while putting them back in her coat.
>"I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry if I disturbed you."
>She sniffs a bit, while heading for the door.
>Fluttershy keeps her head down, still keeping her face away from you.
"Wait."
>She leaves a hoof on the door hinge.
"You don't need to leave."
>The hoof goes back and her head rises.
"Just stay and I'll understand."
>Fluttershy just stands there, staring at the door.
>"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
>She turns around, but doesn't show any positive outlook on her face.
>The only thing that she gives you is just an empty look.
>After it ends, she goes back to sitting on your couch.
>You sit right beside her and hand over her mug.
>"Thank you."
>She goes back to sipping it, trying to avert her eyes away from you.
"I don't understand, what makes me interesting to you?"
>Fluttershy stops what she's doing, and lowers the mug, only to stare into the brown water.
>"At first, it was because you’re… diverse. I saw you as one of my animals, but, there was a big difference. You never needed me. You were able to live like the rest of us. I still found it, interesting, on how you do it so similar to an average pony here.”
>She moves it around.
>”Even though that, you’re not exactly us, there are so many things that, I find rare in you.”
>Different.
>Animal…
>Wait, you’re some kind of ani—
>What’s the point; you are a mammal, so there’s not much of a difference.
“That does explain on why I have the feeling someone’s watching me a few times.”
>She winces.
“No offense.”
>”Some of it taken.”
>The both of you sip.
>It’s weird, but you kind of like it.
>No one has ever found you interesting before.
>Or even wanted to study your habits.
>Hold on, how much did she see?
>And why would she need a camera?
>You spit into you mug and set it down.
>”Is something the matter?”
“What did you see?”
>”I’m sorry?”
“How much did you see me?”
>She rotates the mug clockwise.
>”W-well... j-just enough.”
>Put the mug down and grab her by the coat.
“How bare was I?!”
>She shivers in your hands.
>”NAKED! OKAY! I saw it all!”
>She starts to tear up and look away from you.
>You let her go and watch her cry in her hooves.
>”I-I wanted to look away, honest! But it was a once in a lifetime experience!”
“So you’ve seen it once?”
>She sinks herself in the couch and covers her head.
>”I… I-it was a few times, b-but no one else knows!”
>You don’t even know what to feel anymore.
>Rage, fear, shame, it’s all piling up.
>It’s all because of this, peeping Tom!
>Or Pegasus.
>Forget that, something needs to be done.
“You never give any details to anyone, no one! You got it?!”
>She cries into your sofa.
>”Y… yes!”
>She’s lucky that she’s an Element of Harmony or whatever that magical bullshit is, or else you would—
>Screw it; she wouldn’t even be worth it.
>A lot of work to clean up for this sad mare, crying into your couch unknowingly on what she did.
>She was studying, not breaking in and stealing your shit.
>But she’s seen your pride and shame…
>You sigh and run your fingers through your hair.
>The crying turns down after a few minutes.
>No progress in your mind.
>It’s all blocked by mixed emotions, making it unclear to even listen to you.
>Although, you did decided it’s not your fault.
>You should’ve bought some curtains, no matter how tacky they would’ve looked.
>Lean back and run a hand down her hair.
>She quivers a bit, but it stops when you continue doing so gently.
>An eye peaks out of her messed up hair.
“It’s not your fault.”
>”B-but… I… I looked…”
“It was out of curiosity. That always gets the best out of us.”
>She gets up and looks at you.
>”A-are… you’re n-not mad at me?”
“I was, but I just didn’t know.”
>You scratch right beside her ear.
>Fluttershy smiles and rubs her head right into the palm of your hand.
>How sweet.
“I’m sorry for hurting you back then.”
>”N-no, I should be sorry. For looking at that long, hard… nice…”
>She’s starting to get a hard red on her cheeks.
“Fluttershy?”
>She shakes her head.
>”Uhm, sorry, sorry.”
“Have you’ve ever been with someone.”
>She makes some sort of crying noise, while looking away.
>You use the hand on her head to bring back the eye contact.
“Is that a no?”
>She nods.
“I didn’t expect for you to be that shy.”
>Her head escapes your hand, and she lies on your couch again.
>She looks like a sad puppy…
>Stop with that childish mind and remember she’s an adult like your one.
>Take her mug and your own to the sink.
>Leave it in there and walk back to the living room.
>Fluttershy opens up her coat to bring out the camera.
>”Here.”
>She raises it to you.
>Set the mugs down and grab it.
>”I think it’s best that, I don’t use it anymore.”
>You look at it carefully to see it’s none of those disposable cheap ones.
>It’s that type worth a pretty penny.
>x50 zoom in lens, built-in flash, high-resolution, even has a small LCD monitor.
“Thank you?”
>”You’re not going to break it?”
“What for?”
>That blush comes back to her face.
>”Look through the pictures.”
>You turn it on and the first picture that pops up is a clear view of you beating it in your bedroom.
>Now you regret having your bed set up where the morning sun could get you.
>Press the next feature to see it’s even closer.
>Press it again and it’s just your hand grabbing the base of your dick.
>Flick it a few times to watch it erupting frame by frame.
“Oh God…”
>”I-I know… I’m a sick mare. I leave the other animals during mating season alone, but you’re…”
>Fluttershy covers herself with her hooves.
>You just stare at Mt. Cummulus and wonder how is this your life.
>Flip it once more and see it’s you on the shitter.
>Do it again to see it’s you wanking on the shitter.
“How did you get these shots?”
>”I move from place to place, try to see what you’re doing.”
“I could understand it, but why me in the restroom?”
>She shrugs.
>”Your feet touch the ground, while we sit with our hooves on the seat.”
>She hasn’t seen you crouch down on the white throne.
>At least, not yet.
>Turn off the camera and set it on the table.
>”Is it that bad?”
>You rest a hand on your forehead.
“It’s not, but you do have an obsession.”
>”I know.”
>She muffles out.
“And I think that we should get it out of the way.”
>You scoot closer to her.
>Her pupils start to overrun the nice blue color in her eyes.
>”A-Anon?”
>You trace a hand on her face.
>Starting from the forehead, to her chin.
>”A-are you s-sure?”
“Yes.”
>Your other hand travels through her back and stop to grab her flank.
>”O-oh! M-my…”
>Pick her up and walk into your bedroom.
>The both of you take each other’s time to remove the clothing.
>With all of the layers gone, it just leaves to her staring at your cock.
“Fluttershy?”
>She gets closer and puts a hoof right under the waking crotch.
“I know that, it’s nothing special, but—“
>”Wow.”
>Her hoof brings it up and down.
>It starts to twitch.
>She backs away from it and watches.
>”I-I’ll be r-right back.”
>She flies away and returns with the camera.
“What’s that for?”
>Oh, I-I… I-If I c-could… r-record…”
“I’m not liking this idea.”
>”B-but, no one will see it! It will stay hidden, and I’ll make sure of it.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t allow that.”
>You try to reach for it, but she just backs away.
>She looks at you, and then the camera.
>”Fine, I’ll just put it away.”
>She rests the camera on the night stand and sits on the bed.
>”Now what?”
>You get on all fours while moving on the mattress.
>Rest a hand on her torso to push her back and let her rest on the bed.
>Her legs are trying to stick together.
“Just lay back and enjoy.”
>You move that hand down to fondle her lower cargo.
>Use the middle finger to rub her labia.
>She gives out a sigh of relief.
>"It’s m-much better than a hoof. What I would give to have something like this."
>You stop to move higher and pinch her teets.
>"Ah! Sweet sun in the sky, that's great."
>Fluttershy starts to get a little snug by resting her head on your pillow.
>You keep on rubbing one and then the other, so you could slowly get your penis closer to her.
>By the time she realizes this, your head is just an inch away.
“Ready.”
>Her scrunched up smile and sluggish nod tell you enough.
>You press it in, but she just refuses to take it.
“Uh, Fluttershy?”
>”Yes?”
“Could you, relax some more?”
>”But I am relaxed.”
>You think of something to keep her mind away from this.
>Lean in and give her a light kiss.
>”Mmm!? M-mmm…”
>She rubs along your lips, while your staff starts to enter her vulva.
>As your cock starts to make its way, she goes back to trying to shut it.
>”Mmm! Mm!”
:What was that?”
>”Keep going.”
>You continue to kiss her, while bringing it out and back in.
>Her face starts to feel hotter than the surface of the sun.
>You run a hand along her waist, while her hoof goes down your chest.
>Everything runs smoothly for the next few minutes.
>She starts to get used to it, and you're now more comfortable with her figure.
>It's still a challenge to get used to her moaning.
>This has been the first time since you've had a partner in months.
>Could explain why you’re not used to ramming her in, since you would just lie around and use an arm.
>Oh shit, than that mean it’s a good thing she’s opening up to you.
>In a way, she saved your life.
>But this doesn’t seem right.
>”Anon? Why did you stop?”
>You let go of her and look into her eyes.
“This isn’t right.”
>”I’m really enjoying it, aren’t you?”
>Get off of her and rest beside the backboard.
“It’s not that, there other reasons—“
>Someone is screaming outside.
>It gets louder, but it stops when something hits your window.
>”Anon? Fluttershy!?”
>The two of you see Rainbow Dash’s face planted on the glass.
>”Rainbow? I-It’s not what it looks like.”
>The face on that blue mare was something worth remembering.
>Unfortunetly, it was cut sort, since the storm outside sounds more hectic than before.
>”Anon! You gotta let me in!”
>You get up and open the window to bring her in.
>Shut it close before a branch swipes in and hurts someone.
>”Whoa, that’s quite a shiner on you. This is starting to look like—“
“Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you do your job?”
>”That’s sort of why I’m here. I need Fluttershy to help me with this storm. It’s getting out of control, so we’re gathering all the help we can get.”
“Nice job, future wonderbolt.”
>You mock her.
>”Now isn’t the time, are you coming, Fluttershy?”
>She hides under the covers.
>”Um, y-yeah! J-just go!”
“Just wait in the living room, we’ll be right out.”
>Rainbow Dash walks out of the room.
“She’s gone, you can come out now.”
>The sheets roll off and one of them slides off of the bed.
>”I probably should go.”
>She heads into your private bathroom for a minute and comes back out to trip over the sheet on the ground.
>You take it and throw it to the stack of dirty clothes.
>Both of you head downstairs and see Rainbow Dash is sitting on your incliner, drinking out of your favorite mug.
>”I got to say, this is some good cocoa, Anon.”
>You march over and take it away from her.
>”Okay, you could’ve just asked.”
>She gets up and straightens her coat.
>”Ready, Fluttershy?”
>You see her taking out the notepad and binoculars.
>They are both left on your coffee table.
>”I’ll be back soon, Anon.”
>Rainbow opens the door and guides Fluttershy to the skies.
>”It won’t take long, Anon!”
>Dash yells out before the door is slammed shut.
>You take the mug and rest it on the table.
>Sit and just wait around, until you notice the notepad.
>You’re curious on how far she went through.
>That storm might take some time, so they might not be back for a while.
>Grab the notepad and open it up.
>Read page after page to see some kind of connection.
>Some mornings and around lunchtime, she would make a report or not.
>When you check around for the time you would have dinner, there would be no records about it.
>The door bursts open.
>”Anon?”
>Look up to see Fluttershy’s hoof over Rainbow.
“I was just curious, but wonder on what you do in the evening.”
>She lets go of Rainbow to stand right beside you.
>”That’s nothing. It’s just not a hood time, okay?”
>She shakes while taking the small booklet away from you.
>”While you two are talking, I’ll just finish my chocolate.”
>Dash says, while taking the mug away from the table.
“Fluttershy, if you don’t have the time for it at dinner, clearly it’s important.”
>”I just, stay home, that’s all.”
>”Bleck! This already is cold!”
>You and Fluttershy stare at Dash.
>”…I’ll just go use your restroom.”
>She leaves the mug, and heads to the bathroom upstairs.
>For her sake, it better not be your private one.
>”Anon, I just eat dinner, that’s all.”
“That’s not what the notepad says. Apparently, you’re fine on missing out a few breakfasts and lunches. What is it so important about dinner?”
>Her ears drop.
>She sits right beside you and looks at her hoof that is still containing the notebook.
>”Every day, I would go home and make dinner for everyone. I always have the habit on leaving a spare plate filled with food, left out on the other side of the table.”
>She is holding the notebook in her hooves start to shake.
>”When dinner is out of the way, I would… take care of myself and cry until I fall asleep.”
>You thought you’ve had lonely nights.
>That’s academy award winning sad.
>You bring her into a hug and let her cry.
>”I only wanted to take care of you!”
>Pat her on the back and shush her.
>”Sorry about using your towel, I’ve had trouble getting some rain out of my mane and—“
>Rainbow Dash stops midway on your stairs and looks at you.
>”Oh… I’ll just…”
>She runs upstairs.
>A clear sound of a door being shut can be heard.
>Good friend.
>Then again, she basically has nothing to do with it.
>Keep on comforting Fluttershy, until she tires herself out.
>In almost half an hour, she starts to nap in your arms.
>You slowly get a pillow and slide it right under her, before you get up.
>She grasps it and snuggles while sleeping.
>Go upstairs and open your bathroom door.
>Nothing.
>Open up your door and see Rainbow Dash messing around with your stuff.
>”Seriously? Does he have anything here that’s even interesting?”
“Not even close.”
>Dash gets her head out of your sock drawer.
>She looks at you, while a sock is dangling on her ear.
“The only interesting things that I have are my clothes, and a deck of cards.”
>She closes the drawer.
“I have no secrets, other than just being an average guy.”
>”Sounds like a boring lifestyle. So what’s going on between you two?”
>You walk past her to get some pants on.
>"You could just stay naked."
"What? You like it?"
>She looks away from you to hide something.
>”Don’t be so… whatever, are you going to tell me, or not?”
“Face me when you’re talking.”
>She moves back around and reveals a weak blush.
>”This changes nothing.”
“Sure, and your pouting is doing a fine job.”
>That blush is getting stronger.
>”Just get on with it!”
“Fine, I was just messing around.”
>You put on a fresh pair of underwear and then some pants.
>”Yeah, I forgot that you were messing around with a friend of mine ten minutes ago.”
“Now, hold on. That’s different.”
>”What? Is she paying you to do this or somethin’? Because if she is, I have some spare bits saved up for a while.”
“No, it’s nothing like—“
>Wait for a while to realize she’s going to pay you to have sex with her.
>Doing odd jobs around town isn’t working out for you.
>Apple picking only got you so far, the spa barely accepted you for part time, and becoming a carpenter isn’t exactly simple.
>But what about Fluttershy?
>What would she think about this?
>Screwing one of her best friends, after when she poured her heart out?
>”What do you say, Anon?”
>You finish up buttoning your pants and stand up.
“No, that’s not who I am.”
>She heads for your bed and sits there.
>”Alright, go ahead and tell me.”
>You get a shirt and sit back down.
“She was observing me.”
>”Kind of like an animal?”
“Yes.”
>She scratches her head.
>”So what’s the problem?”
“It’s an invasion of my privacy. I am a citizen.”
>”Barely.”
>She scoffs.
“You have buffalos, cows, and griffons that talk, how does that make me any different?”
>She grabs your arm.
>”You’re an ape. We don’t have any of them that can put on clothes, which, I still barely see the point of you even wearing them all the time.”
“That’s part of my culture.”
>”Well, you’re culture is stupid.”
>You grab the sheet and ball it into your hand.
>”Okay, back to Fluttershy. She was watching you, and then?”
“There was something that, she sees in me.”
>”The uninteresting boring guy you?”
>You ignore her and continue on.
“It later then became an obsession, She would leave out another plate that would be untouched every dinner.”
>”Now you’re just messing with me.”
“I wish.”
>You put on some shoes and get up.
>”Sorry that I thought that you we’re…”
“Don’t be, it’s my fault for even considering that.”
>”So, you’re not a—“
“No, money is tight, that’s all.”
>”If you had wings, I would’ve been your trainer for the Wonderbolt’s Academy.”
“Nah, flights of fancy isn’t my thing.”
>”Hey! They do a lot of things!”
“Name one thing that they do, other than a staged show for the upper class.”
>She slides off your bed.
>”Anon, you’re on a fading cloud right now.”
“Believe in what you want. The day that they save someone, I’ll believe they aren’t a bunch of clowns.”
>As you walk away, she head butts your back, causing you to slide down the hallway.
>You stop by hitting your arm on the wall.
>”I can’t believe I wanted to have sex with you.”
>Rainbow says while flying back down.
“Hey, I wasn’t the one that was going to pay for it.”
>She has that redness coming back.
>”At least I wasn’t… uhh… w-whatever, I’ve got a storm to manage.”
>The mare fixes her wings and walks pass you, trying to mind her own business.
>She stops before using the first step.
”Before I go,” She says while looking down, “Be careful with her. I know that she’s not that outgoing, but just make sure you know what to say to her.”
>When she’s done, she takes off and heads downstairs.
>The door lets out a loud slam when you stand back up.
>Head downstairs to see Fluttershy is sitting back down on the couch.
>”What happened? Did you two get into a fight?”
“We just talked about the Wonderbolts, she’s really sensitive when it comes to them.”
>”Yeah, it’s her lifelong dream to be one of them.”
“If only she knew that they’re nothing special.”
>”They are impressive.”
“Forget it.”
>You noticed Rainbow Dash’s mug on the table.
>Take it and head for the kitchen.
“Hey, you want some more hot chocolate?”
>”No thank you, I-I’m fine.”
>Rinse the cups and set them to dry on the side.
>Look out the window to see that the storm outside isn’t as rough from before.
>You could ask if Fluttershy could leave, but that doesn’t sound right.
>You instantly remember Rainbow’s words.
>’Make sure you know what to say to her.’
>Walk away and sit right beside her.
>You pat her on the head, and let her rest it on your lap.
>She hums a tune while your hand massages her scalp.
>You feel more peaceful, making any thoughts of the storm nonexistent.
>It really is nice to have some company over.
>The reason why you don’t have it that often is because that It’s a challenge, since most of the town sees you as some sort of alien.
>They act nice, but usually have some sort of reason to avoid long term conversations, or any communication.
>The six can stand you, but that’s because it’s practically their job.
>But Fluttershy…
>She’s proven to be something else.
>Almost as if it’s something that’s missing in your life.
>”Anon?”
“Hmm?”
>”I know that, living here has been a struggle. Even I’ve had a hard time doing so. But what I’ve learned is that it takes some friends, or just one person to make you feel right at home.”
>To you, you’ve never had an actual home.
>Family was a bunch of two-faced assholes, friends we’re upright dicks, and your ex girlfriend just drained you dry from your wallet.
>No one truly appreciated your existence back home.
>Maybe this place can be different.
>Fluttershy yawns a bit, before snuggling onto your leg.
>”Just know, that I will always be there for you.”
>She tilts her head and closes her eyes.
>”Goodnight Anon.”
>You brush her mane, and lean back.
“Goodnight Fluttershy.”
 
>You wake up.
>See that the windows leave a nice light into your domicile.
>Seems like you slept through the rain while sitting down.
>Fluttershy squirms around on your lap.
>”N-no, d-don’t eat that.”
>Sleep talking?
>Must be about that bunny.
>You wait, trying not to disturb her.
>”Please, don’t go… I need you…”
>You sweep a hand over her wing.
>”Just, stay… with me.”
>You hope she’s talking about Angel Bunny.
>”Anon… we have… so much here…”
>…
>You rub your hand on her wing and wonder if it’s time to wake her up.
>”As long that… I’m with you… I will always be happy.”
>You bring back your hand and ball it into a fist.
>You can’t take much more of this.
>Nudge her a little.
>Her ear flickers a bit, while the eyes start to open up.
“Good morning, sleepy one.”
>She stretches and gets off your lap.
>”Good morning.”
>You head into the kitchen and get out some pancake mix.
"You want some breakfast?"
>”Sure, that- wait! What time is it?”
>Both of you look at the clock.
>”Oh dear, I must feed the little ones!”
>She grabs her stuff and put it back in her coat.
"Hold on."
>You stop pouring the mix into a bowl and run back upstairs to get her camera.
"We don't want you to forget that."
>She nods and runs for the door, but stops when she rests a hoof on the handle.
>”Anon?”
“Yes?”
>”I was wondering.”
>She turns back around.
>”I-if… you’re not busy, we could… maybe, go out sometime?”
>You move away from the kitchen to pick her up and hug her.
“How about today? I don’t have anything to do around dinner time.”
>Your neck slightly gets wet from some water.
>Her hooves around your shoulder blades start to grasp them.
>”That sounds perfect.”
>You kiss her on the cheek and let her do the same to you.
>She slides out of your hold and opens the door.
>Before Fluttershy leaves, she shows you an authentic smile with tear filled eyes.
>She waives goodbye, and runs down the dirt trail.
>Maybe it’s time to settle down and find that special someone.