Teenage Fluttershy can’t pass the flight test she needs to graduate from flight school. Afraid of getting stuck in Cloudsdale, she runs away to a strange new town called Ponyville. But her problems follow her there.
Fluttershy would peer at Tree Hugger from behind her bangs. “But I like being aggressively dominated by selfish mares.”
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Tree Hugger would push the dishes aside, sometimes knocking them off them table. She’d haul Fluttershy up onto her table, tossing her down with a thump that would make the table legs tremble and every soft part of Fluttershy’s body reverberate. Before she could even gasp, Tree Hugger would be on top of her, kissing, caressing, grinding. If the fruit bowl had survived, Tree Hugger would bring it with her as she kissed her way down the fuzzy, pear-shaped curve of Fluttershy’s barrel. Her broad tongue and heavy earth pony lips would dance along the cusp of Fluttershy’s flower until she was squirming with frustration.
Ehh, just couldn't get into this fic. Super cliché 'mucks up both sides of the triangle at once' broke the camel's back, I guess.
Characters feel kind of off, your 'verse feels too adult, especially with Pinkie, and the smut isn't anything special, either. Sorry I can't really be more specific, but hopefully this is still worth more than just a dislike.
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Exactly. One of my 'weaknesses' as a writer is that I can't resist these little meme-y wise cracks.
If that really is a weakness.
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Ehh, just couldn't get into this fic. Super cliché 'mucks up both sides of the triangle at once' broke the camel's back, I guess.
Characters feel kind of off, your 'verse feels too adult, especially with Pinkie, and the smut isn't anything special, either. Sorry I can't really be more specific, but hopefully this is still worth more than just a dislike.