Title:           Cries and Whispers - Chapter 3
Author:          MD_Tm27jGxpYk
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First Edit:      Saturday 27th of October 2012 03:27:34 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 27th of October 2012 03:27:34 PM CDT

>You awaken to the beautiful songs of birds merrily chirping outside your window;
>It’s 8:00 AM, and you’ve got quite a long day ahead of you.
>Turning in your sheets, you’re amused to discover your future Master’s gift,
>the guidebook to the new life you’ll soon be leading.
>Stretching out your arms and wings, you take a great big yawn before climbing out of bed.
>Doesn’t seem like Angel’s come back home yet. Oh well; sometimes he prefers to be with his kind,
>though you honestly think he’s a lot smarter than them, if also… testier, at times.
>You wonder when Anonymous is going to come over; he didn’t say in his letter.
>As you walk through the living room, you find Anon’s chocolates unopened on the ground,
>lying there from your pet bunny’s temper tantrum.
>...
>You quickly unwrap and open the box, looking through the tantalizing offerings,
>before stuffing your mouth with a savory morsel of rich peanut cream and drizzled caramel.
>Early-morning chocolate is the best chocolate, after all.
***
>Several hours later, you’re tending to the paw of a raccoon outside your home,
>a naughty little fellow who had stepped in broken glass while rummaging through garbage in Ponyville.
“You know you shouldn’t go into Ponyville for food, little one…”
>Plucking out the shards had proved difficult,
>but staunching the bleeding was as simple as cotton and gauze.
>The hardest part was getting him to listen to you.
“Plenty of animals get by in nature. There’s enough for everyone…”
>He turns his head away with a dismissive grunt.
“I just don’t want you to get hurt is all. This is the second time you’ve been injured scavenging.
Will you at least try foraging for a week?”
>You make the biggest puppy-eyes face you can, and the raccoon gives up his resistance,
>as he nods hesitantly to your offer. You know it’ll be  hard for him, but it’s better in the long run.
“There’s a good boy. And I think your paw is ready to go. Just try to rest for a few days,
keep the bandages wrapped around it, and I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
>He gives you an appreciative smile and scampers off with a slight limp.
>Hmm.
>Curious to see how they’re holding up, you flutter over to the sparrows’ nest,
>and a very busy mother shoots daggers at you in between feeding her four babies.
>She looks awfully busy…
>You wonder if you’ll ever be a mother, with little Pegasus colts and fillies of your own to take care of.
>…
>That’s a question for another day.
>Besides, as a pack of squirrels urgently make their way towards  your cottage,
>you know you’ve still got plenty to manage around here.
***
“Oh man, when’s he gonna get here…?”
>It’s already 6:30, and you’re slightly panicking. Well, not slightly.
>You’ve done everything you can to prepare for him – took a nice, hot shower,
>straightened out your mane, tidied up the house twice over, and for want of things to do,
>a tray of chocolate chip cookies is currently sitting in the oven.
>You pace back and forth around your living room,
>peeking through the window every few seconds to check for his approach.
>You’ve had to force yourself not to compulsively eat chocolates just out of anxiety –
>this is the biggest day of your life, after all,
>and re-reading his book has only made your MORE impatient in the meantime.
“He gets off of work at five, but maybe he had overtime… yeah, yeah that makes sense. Don’t. Worry.”
>A stray cat you’ve been looking after is eyeing you with apprehension,
>swishing her tortoiseshell tail as you nervously await the man you love more than anything.
>And then, almost out of nowhere, you smell something burning.
“Ah! The cookies!!”
>You rush back into the kitchen to find your oven smoking, and you frantically grab a mitt,
>reaching for the blackened cookies and shutting off the stove.
>The entire house smells of smoke, and just as you’re grabbing the sheet,
>three sharp knocks at the door startle you into banging your head against the roof of the stove.
>You scream in pain as the heat of the roof burns your scalp,
>and you’re lucky to get away from the thing before falling onto the lowered door.
>The last thing you see as you clutch your scalp, sobbing and senseless, is Anonymous,
>rushing into the kitchen and quickly coming to your aid.
***
>Some time later, you come to on your couch, cradled in your lover’s arms,
>as he presses a bag of ice to your head and pets your cerise mane.
“A-Anon..?”
>”Shh, it’s alright, Fluttershy. You didn’t hurt yourself too bad.”
>Tears well up again as you recall your own stupid mistakes.
“I… I just wanted to surprise you with cookies.” He brushes away a tear from your cheek.
“I got distracted waiting from you and I burned them and now my hair is burned and –“
>”It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m just glad you’re okay. Your mane is a bit  singed,
>but other than that and a little bruising, you’re gonna be just fine.”
>He continues rocking you, and you’re too ashamed to speak up to him.
>”Fluttershy, you don’t have to cry. How did it happen?”
“…Well, I waited too long to take them out and I smelled them burning,
so I went to the stove and as you knocked I got startled and hit my head.”
>”Hm. Don’t worry, Fluttershy, it’s not anyone’s fault. Accidents like this happen.”
“I guess.. I just, you’re always fixing up my messes like this, helping me when I mess  up.”
>”Fluttershy, that’s alright. It’s really no trouble. You read the book like I asked, right?”
>You nod.
>”Well, you should be happy; if you want me to,
>I can always be here to take care of you if something like this were to happen.”
"I..would like that."  
>Suddenly, Anon gets rather serious.
>”Fluttershy, I have something to ask you.”
“Hm?”
>Anon’s hands are fumbling behind his back, but his gaze is focused and unwavering.
>It’s slightly intimidating.
>”Will you serve me as your Master, and become my slave?”
>There it is.
>Without a single moment’s hesitation, you respond.
“Yes. Master.”
>Anon leans in for a kiss, and as you share a sweet, intimate moment,
>you feel something strange around your neck, and hear a click.
“Huh?”
>The two of you break off.
>”It’s your collar, Fluttershy. You’ll be kept in it whenever you’re not out in public… or maybe even then.”
>You can’t get a good look at it, but it feels… strange.
>Not painful, but just tight enough to be noticeable,
>and as you swallow you feel an uncomfortable sensation against your throat. Obviously by design.
“It’s… it’s wonderful, um, Master. Thank you.”
>”You’re very welcome, Fluttershy.”
>He flicks a tiny ring on its front.
>”That’s for any leash or chain I decide to keep you on, and it can’t be removed without a key.
>I tried to find the lightest metal collar I could that was comfortable for days on end.
>Your head still hurt?”
“Huh? Wow, I almost forgot about –“
>”Good.” And he kisses you once again, diving into his beloved slave with wild abandon;
>the feeling of his fingers against your sensitive flesh is unlike anything you’ve experienced,
>and you’re as limp as a ragdoll under his touch,
>cooing and moaning into his kiss as he slowly massages your thighs and teats.
>Yet, suddenly, he stops.
“Huh…?”
>”Stand up, slave.”
“Oh, um, yes, Master.”
>You shuffle to your legs, demurely standing before your Master.
>”Good girl. Now, grab that BDSM book and bring it to me.”
>You begin to trot off toward your bedroom.
>”Ah, ah, ah, what do we say, Fluttershy?”
“Oh! Um, yes Master, sorry.”
>”There’s a good little pony.”
>The book is lying in your bed where you left it, and you grab it with your teeth,
>running back toward your Master and laying it on his lap.
>He pets your head, avoiding the burn and bruise mark.
>”Thank you, Fluttershy. Now…”
>you’re a little surprised to see Anonymous unzip his pants,  shimmying out of his underwear to reveal his penis.
>”I’m going to read for a little while, and you’re going to service me. Understand, slave?”
“Yes, Master.”
>You've only done this a couple of times… still, you’ve got to do the best you can for him,
>and you take his cock in your hooves, softly rubbing it to life in front of you.
>When you’ve gotten it fully erect, you lean in, taking a tentative lick up the underside of its shaft.
“Like that, Master?”
>”Yes, good work, Fluttershy. Keep doing exactly that, you don’t have to start sucking right now.”
“Okay… Um, Master.”
>You continue dutifully licking your Master’s shaft,
>watching with excitement as it twitches from the stimulation of your long, slow strokes.
>…
>You’ve been going at it for a few minutes now, though Anon hasn’t said anything.
“Um… do you want me to start sucking, Master?”
>He looks down at you as you service him. “All right, sure.”
>Taking him into your mouth, you give the best blowjob you can,
>sucking and licking and bobbing your head onto him as diligently as your Master deserves.
>Soon enough, you feel his hand press down on your head, and his groin convulses as a jet of warm,
>sticky semen pools inside your mouth. Gently pulling yourself off, you look up at him for his reaction.
>”You’re… certainly very enthusiastic. Still, I didn’t mean for you to make me cum just yet.”
“Mmm!?”
>Oh no. You screwed up. Stupid,  stupid –
>”It’s all right, Fluttershy.” Anon gently strokes your cheek, noting your upset reaction.
>”Your mouth still full?” You nod. The taste is heavy and musky – you can’t say you particularly like it.
>”Good, now swallow it.” Eugh. A good two ounces of cum slide down your throat.
>”Don’t worry. You’ll learn to love it soon enough.” Anon looks distracted for a moment, before realizing something.
>”Hmm, hey, go grab the bag I left on the ground outside. When you hurt yourself, I rushed in and left it there.”
“O-okay.”
>Walking to the door, you grimace out of sight of your Master.
>You don’t think this bleachy taste is ever going to get good, but, he knows best.
>Opening the door, a black paper shopping bag is lying on the ground.
>You take it in your arms. It isn’t heavy, or rather large, but you’re sure you’ll learn its contents soon enough.
“Here you go, Master.”
>Anon rifles through the bag once you lay it down in front of him.
>What he pulls out has you gasping in shock.
>”You like it?”
“It’s…”
>It’s a black rubber plug – a flat base, a narrow neck, and a wide,
>conical bulb that gradually tapers into a rounded point.
>You’ve never seen anything like it before, but its purpose is as clear as Celestia’s day.
“Is that… for me?”
>”Of course. What do you think?”
“It’s… nice. I don’t know…”
>”Well, that makes sense. The important part is how it feels.”
>Anon leans in and kisses you.
>”But before we get to that… I’ve missed you today, my beautiful slave.”
***
>As you lie on your back, your powerful Human lover holding you in his arms,
>you feel happier and more at ease than any point in your life.
>”You ready, Flutters?”
>A timid nod is all that you can muster.
>Anon flashes another of his dashing smiles, and slides his cock deep into your butt, burying himself to the hilt.
>He wraps his arms around your back and clutches you tight as his penis pounds your hole,
>and you’re overwhelmed by the pleasure – his endless, unrelenting thrusts,
>the kind and gentle petting of your fur, and the feel of his massive chest against your body,
>keeping you safe and comforted as he takes the body of his slave.
>Oh, man…
>His endurance is just… amazing – he  can keep going for what feels like forever,
>and even when you tense up, approach a peak, his pumping never ceases for a moment.
>”You close, Fluttershy?”
“Y-yes…”
>Anon chuckles and reaches a hand down to your crotch,
>rubbing and fondling your rapidly-winking clit as his maddening, incessant pounding pushes you over the edge.
>Oh man...
>Wetness stains the sheets as every muscle in your body convulses,
>yet Anon doesn’t let go, teasing your hyper-sensitive button as he pounds your ass on your bed.
>This continues for longer than you’d ever be able to handle –
>these constant orgasms turn your mind into a mushy, thoughtless haze of pleasure.
>Eventually, however, you feel his pace quicken atop you, and you re-focus for his own inevitable peak.
>He says something… you aren’t quite sure what it is…
>and you feel him convulse as he buries himself deep into your ass, spunk flowing freely into your depths.
>…
>……
>………
>”…Shy?”
“Huh?”
>”Fluttershy?”
>You open your weary eyes to find yourself lying on your bed,
>a fully-clothed Anonymous sitting next to you.
“Anon?”
>You try to get up and feel a painful pressure against your bottom.
>Wait, he’s not sleeping with you, so –
“Ow!”
>”Fluttershy, just rest for a bit. I know you’re confused, so let me explain.”
>You look down at your groin, where you see the fat base of a thick, black plug jutting out of your hole.
“Wha?”
>Anon brushes your mane reassuringly.
>”That’s your plug, remember? After we finished, and you passed out, I sealed my seed inside of you with it.”
“Oh. That’s… strange.”
>You shift under the covers, and feel something wet and slimy trapped inside you by the toy.
>”Don’t worry, it’ll be easier after a while. You’ll be doing this every time we’re together, understand?”
“Um… yes, Master.”
>”Now, you should get some practice walking around with a plug. Stand up.”
>You obey his command, rising to your hooves; it certainly feels… strange.
>”Try walking around the room, describe how it feels.”
>You take a few tentative steps; the plug is certainly distracting, but not painful.
>You don’t think you’d be able to fly with it very well at all.
>”Well?”
“It’s… not uncomfortable. A little hard to walk with is all.”
>”That’ll get easier with time. You won’t be removing that plug for… well, ever, really.”
“Wh –“
>Your Master holds a finger to your lips.
>”This is what I want, Fluttershy. Do you understand?”
>You can’t fathom how he’s expecting you to do this, but…
>Well, this is what you wanted.
“Yes, Master.”
>Anonymous smiles approvingly.
>”Good girl. Now, prepare me a cup of tea. It’s good practice for wearing your plug.”
“Yes, Master.”
>He gives you a small kiss and ushers you from the room, butt plug swishing awkwardly in your gut.
>All the time…? What about when you go outside, what about taking care of your animals?
>Chamomile, Chai, Earl Grey, Oolong –
>you rifle through your jars of tea leaves while your attention is in a very different place.
>You’ll just have to ask him when you get back.
>…wait a minute. Your eye scans over a tiny tin box labeled ‘Darjeeling’.
>Darjeeling tea???
>Did you really have such a delicacy in your cabinet this entire time?
>Hmm… Anon is a coffee person, and this is valuable beyond words.
>But then again, what better way to express your love than making your very finest?
>Though what if he doesn’t notice it??
>Or even worse, doesn’t like it at all? Oh, man…
>”Fluttershy?”
“EEP!”
>Anon’s standing there, in the kitchen, oh, why is he in the kitchen???
>”What’s taking you?”
“Um… I was… just trying to decide which kinda tea you’d like.”
>”Really? Well, black is fine, I guess. Whatever.”
>Anon walks back to your bedroom, and you frantically set about preparing the Earl Grey –
>two teaspoons of tea, one tablespoon of sugar, and eight ounces of 195°F water,
>steeped between two to three minutes and strained into an empty cup.
>Soon enough, you’ve got Master’s tea nice and ready, and you return to him in a hurry.
“Here you are.”
>He takes the cup from your hand and sips at it.
“How is it?”
>”Mmm, it’s fantastic. Is this why you took so long?”
“Well, most ponies just use bags, but I prepare it with loose tea.
>It takes a little longer, but the tea is better, I think.
>”Well, I’d imagine it’s rather difficult with hooves.
>If you want to teach me some time, I can take care of it from now on.”
“Really? Um, sure!”
>Master takes you by the chin and gives you a kiss. Tastes like Earl Grey, all right.
>”Hey, how is your head?”
>You’d totally forgotten about it… ugh, AND those cookies.
“Oh, I’m fine now, I think. Just as long as nothing touches it.”
>”And… how is your butt?”
>You most certainly haven’t forgotten about that.
“It’s… okay. The, um, sperm feels weird, Master.”
>”I see.” He doesn’t respond to you directly, instead looking towards your closet.
>”About wearing it all the time, I was serious about that.”
“Um…”
>”And I know you’re probably wondering about being in public.
>Well, you’re going to be wearing clothes a lot more often –
>as in, whenever you go out, unless you want that thick black toy peeking out for the town to see.”
“…No, Master. But… what about my collar, then?”
>The thin steel band is ever-present, a symbol of your status,
>but still, you wonder about what people will think, as shy as you are.
>”We’ll just have to tell our friends about everything. And the rest of the town? Who cares what they think.”
“…”
>”You okay, Fluttershy?”
“Um… are you sure they’ll handle it well?”
>”Of course they will, my little pony.”
>Anon draws you into an embrace, one which never fails to put you at ease.
>”We’re having lunch with them tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow!?!?”
>”Oh, and I’m hiring Big Mac to help move my stuff in.”
“YOU’REMOVINGINWITHME?”
>…
>”…shy”
>”……Fluttershy……”
>Yeah, you’re out cold.
***
>It’s a bright and sunny Tuesday morning, and you awaken to find Anonymous at your side,
>flipping through the pages of “Reins” and sipping on a cup of coffee.
>It takes you a few seconds to adjust to the collar and plug still snug and secure from yesterday.
>”Good morning.”
“Morning.”
>You suddenly remember the reason you fell asleep so early.
“Ah! Anonymous, when are you moving in!? What about your house, what about your stuff, what about –“
>”Fluttershy. Calm down, now.”
>Anon cuts off your panic attack before it starts, and turns to you in the bed.
“Yes… Master.”
>”Good girl. Now, we’re going to lunch with your friends, and we’re going to tell them about all of this.
>I’m going to speak to Big Mac tomorrow, and have him help me move in whenever he can;
>I’ve been speaking to a Manehattenite who’s interested in my house.”
“Okay. Um, what about your work?”
>”The office is only slightly farther from here than the old place. It’s not a big deal. Still…”
>Anon lovingly strokes your mane and plants a kiss on your cheek.
>”I’m sorry for springing this on you last night. That was inconsiderate of me.”
“No, it’s okay…”
>”Still, I’m supposed to be your protector. I promise it won’t happen again.”
“…Okay. Thanks.”
>Master can be stern, but it’s moments like this that prove to you it’s all worth it –
>he really has your best interests at heart, in the end.
“Oh, do you want me to pick out a dress?”
>”That sounds lovely, Flutters.”
***
>You’re trotting alongside your Master on the bright streets of Ponyville,
>a pale-yellow dress draped over your back, hiding the plug sealed tight into your bum.
>Master was gracious enough to remove your collar in public… for your friends, and all,
>who you’re currently on your way to meet for lunch at a cozy little diner on the Eastern edge of town.
>Anon rubs your back reassuringly; it’s just your friends, after all, and he promised to do the talking.
>Still… moving in is a big change for anyone. You hope it goes over well.
>The streets are lined with mares and stallions of all stripes.
>None give Anonymous a second glance – reasonable, considering he’s been here for several months now.
>If anything, more attention is directed your way – not for the plug,
>thank Celestia, but for the garment meant to hide it. You shy away from glances and stay close to your Master.
>You arrive in front of the place; in the window, you can already see Rarity and Pinkie chatting.
>Anon heads in first, and you follow close behind.
>”Ah! Fluttershy, Anonymous, we’ve been waiting. How are you?”
>Rarity, of course, is the first one to speak up.
>”I’m doing rather well.” Anon responds.  When you don’t, he whispers,“…Shy?”
“Oh! Um, I’m okay.”
>That didn’t sound good at all.
>”Take a seat, we got plenty ‘a room.”
>AJ scootches into the bench and Rainbow’s side, who shoots her a mean look.
>They obviously weren’t designed for seven people but you’ll have to make due.
>”Ladies first, Fluttershy.”
>Anon guides you into the seat like a gentleman, and then sits down himself at the end.
>He’s trying not to squish you between himself and Applejack, but it’s a bit futile.
>”So, have you girls ordered?”
>”Well, we were waiting for you, so, uh, no, not really.”
>Rarity puts an elbow into Twilight’s side.
>”Oh, it’s fine, darlings, we wouldn’t want to be inconsiderate.”
>A waiter Unicorn sees the full house and approaches, taking all your orders.
>You went with a dandelion sandwich; most of your friends went with something… heartier.
>Anon throws an arm over your shoulder, though the booth is a bit too small for comfort.
>”So, Anonymous, you said you had something for us to talk about?”
>”Yes indeed, Twilight. Flutters and I have big news to share with you.”
>You see Twilight and Rarity share an odd, nervous glance. What’s that about?
>”Well, before we get to all that, Fluttershy, I must say I am rather impressed at your ensemble this afternoon.”
“Oh, thanks, Rarity.”
>Little do any of them know its true purpose, currently squishing against the seat uncomfortably.
>”So what’s the big news? Y’all gettin’ married?”
>You hear Master choke on his water.
>”No, no, nothing like that…”
>”So what is it? What’s your super duper secret big news for us!?”
>”Let’s wait for our food to arrive, Pinkie. Shouldn’t be too long.”
>You can’t shake the feeling that Rarity and Twilight are acting a little strange.
>Still… how would they suspect anything?
>Idle chatter passes the time as you await your meals, Rainbow Dash unusually quiet.
>The restaurant’s not very busy, so it doesn’t take all that long – it is the middle of Tuesday, after all.
>Eventually, your plates arrive; a lot of salads, potatoes, and, in AJ’s case, apple fritters.
>As the waiter departs, you all dig in…
>Yep, it’s a dandelion sandwich, alright.
>”So, whaddaya here to tell us about?”
>Pinkie’s clearly the most excited of the bunch; on the other hand,
>you’re a little irritated with Dash for not seeming to pay attention,
>despite her usual boastfulness.
>”Well, Fluttershy and I are… moving in together.”
>The two athletic ponies next to you do a spit take.
>”WHAT?”
>”What she said!”
>Anon places an arm over your shoulder and turns to Applejack and Rainbow Dash.
>”I’m selling my house to a Manehattenite and moving into Fluttershy’s cottage.
>We… really care for each other, and this is where we want to take our relationship.”
>Rainbow Dash by this point is hovering out of her seat, mouth agape.
>”Woo-hoo! Can I throw a moving party for you guys? Oh, it’s gonna be so much fun!”
>”Sure thing, Pinkie. I’ve still got to finalize everything with the realtor,
>then there’s the matter of getting my stuff out there. I don’t have much, really.
>Still… AJ, will your brother be available any time soon?”
>”Uh... the harvest is in full swing right now, so Ah’m not sure when that’ll work. I’ll ask ‘im, though.”
>You nibble on your sandwich, trying to be as calm and inconspicuous as you can.
>”S-so, uh, I’m… happy for you guys.”
>”Yes… quite happy for the two of you…”
>Anon glances suspiciously at the unicorns.
>They don’t seem all that surprised, but thinking about why is just confusing you.
>Pinkie continues to go on about her party idea, which, you’ll admit, sounds kind of fun.
>You really want to talk to Rainbow Dash about this… she looks like she’s sulking.
>The seven of you continue your meal for some time, the table a lopsided blend of excitement and unease.
>Eventually, the server returns with the check; Anonymous pays for all of you.
>He’s such a gentleman.
>As you all make your exit into the streets of Ponyville,
>Rainbow Dash flies off without a word. You hope she’s not too upset.
>The earth ponies trot and bounce off to their respective homes, at which time, Twilight and Rarity corner you.
>”I’m rather surprised you didn’t share the truth with the rest of them, Anonymous.”
>”What are you talking about, Rarity?”
>”Anon, please… when you checked out that book, I knew something was up.”
>Twilight looks a little sad as she explains all this.
>”So I went to Rarity about it…”
>”…and I knew what was up the second I heard the title.”
>Rarity steps toward you, aggressively.
>”Fluttershy. Are you his slave?”
>Oh, no. Oh no, oh god… what are you supposed to do? Anon merely looks down at you.
>”You can answer Rarity’s question, Shy.”
>…
“Yes. I am.”
>Rarity blinks.
>”Very well.” Turning to Anon, “You’d best treat her well, Anonymous.”
“He loves me, Rarity. You don’t have to worry.”
>”Hmph. Good day, then.”
>Rarity canters off, Twilight heading in another direction soon after.
>What an unlikely morning.
Fin