Tummy Full of Flutters

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You are Anon, and honestly, life has been pretty darn good to you. Sure, being hurdled unexpectedly to another world threw a bag of wrenches into a lot of plans you had for your life, but really, things have worked out well besides that.

For instance, when you arrived in Equestria, it was behind the wheel of your car, a fairly new model with lots of techi stuff inside you didn't understand. You might have immediately crashed into a tree upon arrival and totaled it, but that didn't mean it was any less valuable to the Equestrian government, who were eager to tear it apart and backwards engineer everything they could from it.

And what did you get from that deal? Well, initially, you tried to refuse most of what they offered, just asking for the price of the car plus some extra on account of it being one of a kind. In the dollar equivalent, you were asking for roughly thirty grand, which the ponies gawked at. For all the technological advancements the vehicle represented, it was worth millions to them, but you didn't invent any of that stuff, and the idea of taking credit for it didn't sit well with you.

Eventually Twilight was able to make you see reason, pointing out how you had arrived with less than nothing. Your money wasn't worth anything, and you had no social net of friends and family to rely on while you got on your feet. You were effectively homeless and without a job, and a small lump sum of bits wouldn't go far in rectifying that. After some back and forth, where you were arguing for less and her for more, you agreed upon a deal that didn't make you feel like a total leech.

A small monthly stipend and a tiny house paid for up front for you. The stipend was just enough to pay your monthly bills and eat if you budgeted very carefully, and you worked for everything else. Of course, getting a steady job wasn't easy seeing as you had no résumé or former employees to reference you, but you found plenty of ponies willing to give you odd jobs for extra bits, services, or simply food.

For instance, going to help at Sweet Apple Acres, and in return, not only do you get a bushel of apples and a few bits, but they also invite you in for a big family meal and send you home with leftovers. It's a pretty sweet deal for a day of work. You've also found another job you like even more that earns you plenty of chicken eggs and the occasional fish, plus you get to spent time with one of your new, and dear friends.

Honestly, it's one of your favorite activities these days, except for more recently, that is. Maybe you're just starting to assimilate, or maybe you're just starved for more intimate attention, but either way, you are starting to look at ponies as more than cute and cuddly critters, especially the mares, and all the curves in their soft bodies.

Like now, for instance, as you resist getting an erection with all of your will power. You have been in Equestria for six months, after all, you've seen what will become of you if you do not. That's because there are two kinds of stallions in the eyes of mares. Decent, pure ones who must be protected and married to become proper house husbands and fathers, and sluts who every mare paws at, wants to take for a ride, but never, ever wants to bring home to the parents.

And it takes very little for one to fall into the latter category.

Poor Thunderlane dropped out of his sheath when Roseluck bent down to pick up a loose bit while he was behind her in line at Sugarcube Corner, and every pony gasped. He got laid several times ever since, but not asked on a single date. The poor bastard will likely never have a foal to raise besides his little brother now.

That won't happen to you. You will be a papa once you find the right mare, even if you have to adopt. That is, if Fluttershy, bless her kind heart, stops teasing you with that thicc ass.

You're helping her care for some animals as you do about once or twice a week, and you swear she's doing everything in her power to put her rump in your face. Whether it's bending low to speak to her animal friends, or hovering at eye level to commune with those in the trees, you've been staring down that juicy flank for nearly an hour, and your poor peener can hardly stand it.

If only you'd have tried to rub one out before you headed out here, maybe this wouldn't be happening. One head wars with the other, and you aren't so sure your top one will keep the other pinned for much longer.

You just have to feed the chickens, and then you can find somewhere private to relieve yourself. Fluttershy puts her head in the chicken coop to speak with her hens. Her tail wags to the side. You see her puffy, smooth vulva sandwiched between her plump cheeks.

Game over, man.

The buttons on your pants strain, but it's to no avail. These were a gift from Rarity. A pair of "test pants" she called them as she tried her hoof at human clothing for the first time, and it shows. They're snug around the groin, and feature two buttons instead of one and a zipper, but you have so few pairs, and have refused the unicorn's charity in lieu of saving up and paying like a proper customer.

The top button snaps loose with enough force to fly forward and smack into the butter-yellow flank in front of you while the other button hangs by some busted thread. There's a small yelp as Fluttershy jolts, smacking her head on the archway of the coop.

You try to place the seed bag on your shoulder down and make a run for it, but you aren't fast enough. You might be desperate, but you don't want to risk dropping Fluttershy's stuff and having it rip and burst it's contents all over the place.

She turns and is waist level with you, face going red. Your underwear is pulled taught around you package, and the large stain of pre that has been accumulating makes your degeneracy obvious. She's going to call you a slut, and all of her friends will know by the end of the day. How long before the whole town is leering at you?

"I-It's not what it looks like!" you blurt, trying to force the erection flat against your inner thigh and grip your pants together. "Your flank!"

"M-my flank?"

"It's just so big! And it's been in my face all day! Not that I was staring, but it's just like, BAM, right there! A-and I didn't want to look, but I was trying to pay attention to you when you talked so I could help when you asked, a-and-!"

"Gasp!" Hooves to her mouth, she's now looking up at you with watery eyes. "Y-you must think I've been trying to seduce you all these times I asked for help! I am so sorry, Anon! I've probably made you so uncomfortable!"

"H-huh?"

"You probably think I'm like those cat-calling construction mares! I swear I'm not, Anon! I respect colts and would never do such a thing! I have a brother! Oh, now you probably think I just asked you to come over to have my way with you!" She's sniffling now, hovering a foot off the ground as her eyes dart around. "Bringing you out here where there's no pony else around but my animal friends! What will ponies think? Once they find out, I'll be hated a-and no colts will ever want to be alone with me! I'll die single and foalless just like the fillies in high school said I would!"

"Uh..." Your erection fades as you watch Fluttershy break down, and all thoughts of your own situation are replaced with concern. "Hey, Flutters, it's okay, I know you didn't plan on raping me." You place a hand on her shoulder and give your best reassuring smile.

She freezes up, including her wings as she stares up at you with those emerald eyes. She remains airborne for a full second before gravity realizes she's not flapping, and lets her drop to the ground with an oomph, the fall being cushioned by her plump rear.

"Wow, you okay there?" you ask, kneeling down.

"I-I'm fine," she mumbles, gulping. "D-do you mean it? You don't think I'm a horrible mare who's a danger to society?"

"Ah, yeah, I'm pretty sure you aren't," you say jokingly. "You're like the least threatening mare in town, which is saying something when ponies already look about as nonthreatening as puppies."

"B-but my butt-"

"Can be pointed wherever you want," you say with a sigh, letting your hand drop. "You shouldn't feel responsible for how my body reacted, and I'm sorry if I made you feel that way."

You both fall quiet as she scuffs a hoof in the dirt she's staring at. "Did... did looking at my flank really, um, make you like... that?"

You suck a breath in through your teeth as you rub the back of your neck. There's no point in lying about it, now. "Yes," you answer. "It's... a nice flank."

"Eeep!"

"Listen, I'm really not a pervert or slut!" you quickly defend. "It's just, well, I'm a guy, you know? I know it might not seem proper, but we have desires and urges too."

"A-and you have those towards... me?" she breathes, astonished as her wings ruffle, lifted just barely from her sides.

"I mean... yes?" you answer hesitantly. "You aren't a bad looking mare. Far from it." Her mouth hangs open as her face goes red. "... Fluttershy?"

She must realize she's been staring, as she snaps her mouth shut, and spins around. "Chickens! We still need to feed the chickens! Oh dear, they've been waiting ever so patiently!"

"Riiight. We should do that." You'd like to ask her to keep what happened secret, but you can tell when someone is trying to change the subject, and let it drop. After that, you were invited inside for some tea like usual, and, she stuttered, to find you a safety pin.

As much as you'd like to go die of embarrassment elsewhere, you don't want to give Fluttershy the impression that you want to avoid her now, and really the safety pin would make the walk through town to your home less stressful. While you fasten the pin to the front of your pants, she goes to the kitchen, and soon, the two of you are sitting in silence, sipping from tiny tea cups.

Surprisingly, she breaks the silence first. "I don't think you're a pervert or sl- that other thing," she says quietly, getting you to look up at her.

"You... don't?"

She shakes her head and puts her cup down. "No, I understand that colts can have those thoughts and feelings too. Like I said, I have a brother."

The small smile she offers tells you that was an attempt at a joke, and you chuckle. "Yeah, I guess you would understand," you agree. "Especially with a brother like Zephyr."

"Oh, he's not that bad really," she explains. "Everypony around here just thinks he is because of how he acts towards Rainbow Dash. She's the only mare he behaves that way towards, though. He's had a crush on her since we were foals."

"Wow, really? I honestly just thought he was, well..." Instantly, you are hit with regret at the notion. Here you are worried ponies will wrongfully label you as a perv for a single deed, and you go and think the same towards another guy based solely off of just a couple interactions you saw between him and the rainbow-maned athlete.

She sighs. "I know, you aren't alone in thinking that, but he's really a very pure-hearted colt deep down, same as he's always been." She giggles into her hoof. "I remember when he was young, he had an entire notebook filled with plans for his dream-wedding with Rainbow Dash."

You smile. "That's sweet."

She hums in agreement, and things become quiet again as you continue drinking your tea. It's a lighter silence this time. Eventually, it ends as you say, "Hey, Fluttershy, can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course. Anything."

"Can you not tell anyone about what happened today? I'm glad you don't think any less of me, but, well, I'm afraid of what other ponies might think."

She blinks a few times, then frowns. "It's wrong that they'd think anything bad about you. You're a wonderful creature, helpful and kind, but... I understand why you're asking. Of course I'll keep quiet about it."

You smile weakly. "Thanks, Flutters, you're wonderful too, and I'm glad to call you a friend."

"N-no problem..." she mumbles, hiding behind a curtain of pink hair.

You polish off your tea and stand. "Now, as much as I'd love to spend more time with you, I really need to go change my pants." You look down at your trousers and frown. "And sew some new buttons onto these. With lots of extra thread. They're good for a spare pair of pants for when my other stuff needs to be washed, but I can't risk another incident like today."

With a quick goodbye, she sees you out and says one last thing, "I promise! I'll keep your secret, you can trust me!"

You smile and wave over your shoulder, confident in her words. She's a wonderful mare, after all.

You are Fluttershy, and currently glad that the steamy spa is masking how much your sweating right now as you're interrogated by your friend.

"Come on, dish, darling," Rarity presses. "I can tell when something's happened, so what is it?"

"Nothing, really," you try, but she shakes her head.

"Nope, you're almost as bad as Applejack at lying, Fluttershy. What is it? Drama between animals? Perhaps a letter from that brother of yours? Gasp! Has a found nice mare finally? I'm sure Dash would be ecstatic at that news."

"No, it's nothing like that-"

"Aha! So it is something!"

"I didn't say that!"

"Come on, just tell me. I'm your friend, aren't I?"

"And the town gossip," you mumble, then squeak when you look up at the unamused expression of the unicorn. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean it."

"Hmm... No," she says, nose up. "Apology not accepted." One eye opens to look at you and a smirk pulls at her lips. "Unless you tell me what happened, that is."

"Wha-? But- You can't do that!"

"And yet I just did, darling."

You frown. "You're a sneak, you know that?"

"What can I say, the world of high fashion is a cut-throat one for a mare trying to make it to the top. I've learned to seize every advantage."

You pout, but eventually sigh. Even if she doesn't mean it, you know that as long as she's suspicious, she won't let things be. You'll have to tell her something if you want her to drop it. But it doesn't have to be the whole truth, and as long as you aren't being completely dishonest, you're sure even a terrible liar like you can be convincing.

"Okay, fine, I'll tell you."

Immediately, she's sidled up close, eyes eager and ears open for any juicy tidbit. "Yes, what is it?"

You take a breath. "Okay... you know how Anon came over to help me with the animals the other day?"

"Gasp! You finally asked him out on a date and he said yes! Oh, Fluttershy, I'm so proud of you!"

"No! That's not it at all!" you quickly clarify, face red from more than just the steam. "He barely comes over once a week since he's started helping! We're not that close!"

"Oh come now, Fluttershy, you know he wouldn't say no," Rarity says with a roll of her eyes. "Why else would a delicate colt ask to come do hard work under the hot sun if it weren't an attempt to get closer to you. He's obviously infatuated."

"No, he's just very nice and likes the eggs and fish I give him," you counter with a huff. "Do you want to know what happened or not?"

"Sorry, sorry, please, continue."

"Right," you take a calming breath, "Well, while he was helping, the buttons on his pants... popped off."

"... Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Wait, the pants I made?"

"Er, I think so?"

"And I missed it!"

"... What?"

"Every mare in town has been wondering what he has hidden under there," Rarity says, throwing her hooves in the air in exaggerated frustration. "I was hoping that if I made the thread weak enough, that his pants might fall down in public and finally let us know what exactly human stallions are packing."

While Rarity looks proud at her brilliant scheme, you can only stare in shock. Finally, you gain your bearings, and glare. "That's awful, Rarity! Why would you ever do something so mean?!"

"Mean? Why, it's not like I planned the colt's demise or something. Just orchestrated a harmless peek! Why, in case you've forgotten, we're naked, too."

"But he isn't!" you press. "And he likes it that way! He was really embarrassed when it happened, and even asked for me to not talk about it."

"Really?" Rarity asks in surprise. "Why? Wait, are his genitals really so odd? Is he small?"

"That's not yours or anypony else's business," you growl. "And for your information, I don't know what he looks like down there either, because he wears another pair of smaller pants underneath."

Rarity only looks even more confused both at the information, and at the surprising display of anger from you. "He does? Is that why he asked for small, cotton pants? Why, I simply thought it was summer wear for when the weather became too hot to be covered by so much fabric."

"Yes, he does wear two pairs of pants," you confirm harshly. "Obviously because he takes the privacy of his privates very seriously, which only means what you did is even worse!"

Rarity is hunkered back now, ears folded. "I... I didn't know. I'm terribly sorry."

"I'm not the one you should be saying sorry to," you say, taking a deep breath and getting control of your voice. "You should say that to Anon next time you see him."

She twiddles her hooves. "I... suppose I should, though how exactly am I to broach the subject? Just tell him what I did next time he comes in to place an order?"

"That's one way," you say. "Or you can go to his home and tell him there."

"Yes, I suppose you're right," Rarity sighs. "He'll probably appreciate talking about such delicate matters in the privacy of his own home where he won't have to worry about other customers wandering in." She purses her lips. "Though, how do I explain how I even know what happened? After all, you said yourself that he asked for you not to tell anypony about the little wardrobe malfunction, and well, who else could I have heard it from?"

That catches you off guard, and you already feel guilty. Sure, you didn't tell her about what he was truly embarrassed about, but it still feels like a breach of confidence. Clenching your jaw, you straighten your back to sit tall. "I'll tell him myself," you affirm. "It's only right I apologize to for telling you this, and that way, he won't be caught off guard when you come to say sorry."

"Fluttershy..." Rarity breathes. "Just what has gotten into you?"

You look at her in confusion. "Huh?"

"This confidence!" she says, waving her forehooves at your entire being. "This fire! Why, I've hardly ever seen you like this, and that's usually only in defense of your animal friends, or... Gasp! Ponies you really care about!" She points accusingly. "You really do have feelings for Anon!"

"W-what?!"

"You love him!"

"Eep! N-no!"

"Oh, don't even try to deny it! This sudden marely confidence and protective attitude towards the stallion! You're acting like the lead mare of his herd!"

You stammer, face beat red as your eyes dart around. "I-I should go tell Anon I'm sorry now before I forget," you finally manage, climbing to your hooves and speed-walking to the exit. "Don't want that to happen!" You spin as you reach the door. "And I definitely don't l-l-lo-lo- Don't have that feeling for Anon! We're just good friends!"

Rarity calls something teasing out after you, but you're already walking past the front desk and mumbling a goodbye to the confused spa ponies. Soon enough, you're on the street and getting confused stares. A plip-plapping sound soon reaches your ears, and you look down curiously to see a slowly growing pool of water beneath your hooves. Oh right, you forgot to towel off before leaving and are soaking wet still.

"Hey, are you alright Flutter-" somepony starts, but you take off as fast as you can before they can finish what was probably a joke at your expense.

You have to go somewhere to dry off and collect yourself. Rarity's boutique is close, but she's not home. You'd hate to drip water on Twilight's crystalline floors. Besides being a royal castle, it'd make a terrible slipping hazard and you couldn't bare it if somepony or Spike threw their back out because of you. Sweet Apple Acres is all the way across town, and Rainbow's place could be anywhere. Either way, you'd be flying around for everypony to see and make fun of. Oh, why do you have to live so far out of town?

If only you had somewhere safe to go and feel at ease- "Oof!" You fall back on your rump and rub your head, having just flown into somepony's door. Looking around, you slowly begin to recognize where you're at. Why would you fly here of all places? You've only been here a few times, once at the house warming party, another to convince a family of mice to stop chewing through bags in the kitchen, and a few times when you ended up walking the occupant home after running into him at the market. Certainly not a place you should instinctively fly to for comfort.

"That you, Ditzy?" a voice calls from inside and growing steadily louder. "You fly into the door again? Should I get the ice pack?" The door opens before you can flee, and you look up to see Anon staring down at you. "Fluttershy? What happened to you? You're dripping wet!"

"Eeep..."

Come in! Come in!" he urges, actually scooping you up when your legs fail to comply and brings you into his home, pulling the door shut with a foot before carrying you, cradled to his broad chest, deeper inside. As frazzled as you are, you hardly remember how you ended up on Anon's couch, a towel beneath you while another is around your shoulders and one is being rubbed gently into your mane by human hands. "Did someone do this to you?" he's asking. "I swear if some pegasus thought it would be funny to rain on you with a cloud, I'll pluck their feathers. Dash did that to me once, and I was about ready to make her eat her pinions..."

"N-no, no pony did this to me," you quickly start to explain, suppressing a shiver that is obviously from being wet and cold right now and not because of the fingers pressed against your scalp. "It's my fault. I was at the spa, and I just... forgot to dry myself before I left." You flinch at how stupid that sounds, expecting Anon to comment as much.

Instead, he says, "Oh... Well, we can all be a little scatterbrained sometimes. I once left to go to school without putting my shoes on when I was thirteen." You laugh a little at that as he does. "So, was something on your mind?" he goes on as he starts patting down the end of your mane. "With the shoe thing, I was really tired, stayed up all night playing a new videogame, but it's the middle of the day, and I doubt you were sleeping at the spa... Well, unless they're just that good at getting people to relax."

"Aloe and Vera are very good at their jobs," you mumble, then sigh dejectedly. "But not that good." Anon hums, clearly waiting for you to continue as you gather up your nerves. You had already decided you'd be talking to Anon, and now that your here in his home, there's no reason for you not to, no matter how scared you are of his reaction. "I needed to tell you something. Um, Rarity will probably be coming by to talk to you soon."

"Oh?"

"Mhm, I..." You gulp, eyes closed. "I told her about yesterday." His hands freeze, and you quickly continue. "Not everything, just that the buttons on your pants broke! She kind of guessed that something happened, and she wouldn't stop asking, so I told her that much to get her to quit."

Anon remains still a few seconds longer, then places the towel aside to start rubbing the one on your shoulders through your wings. "That's fine, I guess," he says. "So what? Is she coming by to apologize for the buttons popping off? I mean, it's nothing to apologize for, especially considering the... extenuating circumstance it happened because of."

You have to bite your lip hard and fight your wings extending as he dries them, the strain leaking a little into your voice. "Yes, she's coming to apologize, but not just because of that." You suck in a breath. "I should let her tell you herself though."

"Am I hurting you?" he asks, pulling his hands away. "I'm trying to be gentle."

"No, it's fine really," you tell him, looking over your shoulder to smile at him. "It, um, actually feels kind of nice. L-like a massage."

"Ah, good," he says, relieved as he goes back to your wings, now working on the base of the joints and moving onto the space between. "And as for Rarity, I'm curious, but I won't push and let her tell me whatever it is you think she should."

"Heh, if only Rarity could be like that sometimes," you muse, failing to suppress the next shudder. "She's one of my best friends, but she can be really pushy sometimes when she thinks there's juicy gossip to hear."

Anon hums and continues down your back. His hands are getting lower, and at that moment, you're glad you're sitting on your tail. If you weren't it be flagging right now. Even so, it's straining to do so as he reaches your flanks, hands suddenly freezing over them. You hear him take a sharp breath, then feel his fingers press into the flesh for a brief moment before pulling away.

"Okay, you're pretty dry now," he says hurriedly. "You cold? I can put on some tea to warm you up."

"That sounds lovely," you respond just as hurriedly. "Thank you."

"Alright, I'll get to it, then," he says turning towards the kitchen.

"Before you go, the bathroom is down that hall and to the left, right?" you blurt, pointing down said hall.

"Yep, you remembered right," he confirms with a nod.

"Good, I'm just going to use it real quick." With that, he leaves, and you wait a moment to be sure he's gone, then take a shaky breath. Standing slowly, you look down at the towel you were sitting on. It looks damp, of course, though your nose tells you that it's not all water. You took more enjoyment from that massage than you should have.

Grabbing it up along with the others, you quickly make your way to the bathroom, and are relieved to see the hamper with a few towels and other stray articles of clothing already in it. Burying the bunch at the bottom, you catch your reflection in the full length mirror and freeze. Idly, you run a hoof through your mane, straitening it some, then turn sideways to give your feathers the same treatment.

Hesitantly, you complete the turn so that your looking over your shoulder at the mirror, and lift your tail to the side. A clear strand of sticky fluid strings between the pink hair and the lips of your marehood, only to be broken as your clit winks out.

"You're such a pervert, Fluttershy," you mumble, closing your eyes and willing your heartbeat to slow. It takes several minutes and you occupy your time by cleaning your tail with tissues, but eventually, you've cooled off enough to face Anon again. Well, maybe not face. You doubt you'll be able to make direct eye-contact with the man for the rest of the visit, if ever again.

You are Anon, and your hands are on the kitchen counter as you hunch over and take deep breaths. In your pants, your erection throbs against one thigh, visible through the fabric as you try to calm down. You can't believe you just groped Fluttershy's ass like that. You can't believe how hard it got you.

You try to convince yourself that you're just backed up. That you haven't had sex since coming to Equestria, and haven't exactly relieved yourself too often. Rainbow, Ditzy, and Pinkie Pie have all appeared in your window unexpectedly to say hello, because they flew into it, or to invite you to a party respectively on multiple occasions. During some of those incidents, you were either about to or were in the process of having a wank, and only barely managed to hide that fact from your impromptu guests.

Even so, you know that isn't the whole reason for your current predicament. Mares go naked all the time, after all, and it's not like you haven't caught few glimpses beneath tails while out and about. Pinkie Pie has an ass that easily rivals Fluttershy's, and with her constant bouncing, you've spotted the pink party pony's goods plenty of times. And yet, even then, the sight has never pushed you passed a quarter chub.

So why should just touching Fluttershy get you like this?

"Because she's not just gorgeous," you mumble. "She's kind, understanding, and a dear friend who's never once made you feel unwanted or out of place despite being the only human in magic ponyland." All the times you thought about finding the love of your life, and you had already done so a couple days after stumbling out of the Everfree Forest. Before you can decide what to do with this revelation, you focus on the problem at hand, or more specifically, in your pants.

You're glad Fluttershy asked to use the bathroom as it's given you the time to get yourself under control. A few more deep breathes, and the tightness around your groin loosens.

Just in time, too, as a soft voice says, "Um, Anon, are you alright?"

Straitening from your hunched position, you turn to the yellow mare and put on what you hope is an easy smile. "Yeah, I'm fine, just waiting for the kettle to boil." Just then, there's a piercing whistle, and you both flinch. You look over to the kettle placed on it's gaudy, gold-accentuated, gem covered heating plate, and chuckle. "And there it is," you finish, removing the kettle from the magic-heat conducting plate. "I really do need to thank Twilight again for this housewarming gift."

Grabbing the cups with their tea infusers already filled and waiting for water, you fill them to the brim and take them to the table as Fluttershy moves to take a seat. "I'll admit the first thanks was kind of just for propriety. I mean, really, who needs a Celestial Heating Pro Kettle when the stove top works just fine? But this thing works fast and it even charges itself."

"Oh, I know," Fluttershy gushes. "I've got last years model, and it's just wonderful. I especially like the temperature settings so I don't have to worry about scorching more delicate leaves like green and white tea."

You chuckle and take the seat across from her at your kitchen table. "Well, I wouldn't know much about that. Black tea is fine for me."

"I can lend you some different kinds if you'd like," she offers, absently grabbing a coaster from the middle of the table and placing her cup on it, inspiring you to do the same. "You enjoyed the citrus peel and oolong blend from yesterday, right?"

"I did," you confirm. "And thanks, I'd like that. You'll have to show me those temperature settings though. I like the thing, but damn if all this magic stuff is still confusing."

"I'm sure you'll catch on in no time," she assures, bobbing the tea infuser a few times.

"I think you're giving me too much credit, but we'll see."

"Don't be silly, Anon. You're very smart."

"And you're very kind," you fire back.

"I was just being honest," she says with a blush and smile as she averts her eyes.

You fall into a comfortable silence after that, sipping at your tea once it was done steeping and some sugar was added. "This is nice," you let slip without much thought.

"Hmm?" she lifts her head and tilts it inquisitively.

"Spending time together," you continue, trying to commit to your absentminded statement. "With you, I mean. It's very nice."

"O-oh..." she stammers, wide-eyed a moment before smiling. "It's, um, very nice spending time with you, too."

"We should maybe do it more often."

She blinks. "Well, I'm always happy to have visitors, and I think Angel bunny is starting to warm up to you."

"He threw three carrots at my head yesterday."

"Which is an improvement from the six he threw the first day you came over to help."

"Right... Maybe we can meet up somewhere else besides your place."

"I... suppose I can come over more if you don't mind hosting me."

"You can come over whenever you'd like, Flutters, I'll never get tired of hosting you. But no, I was thinking maybe we could, I don't know, go out together. Get a bite to eat, or maybe catch a show."

Her eyes bulge as she's taking a sip of tea, and you can tell she's fighting a spit-take as she forces the hot liquid down before entering a coughing fit. "Wow, you alright?" you asked, half out of your seat and ready to move around to pat her on the back.

She holds up a hoof, stopping you. "Fine," she manages. "Do y-you mean like a d-date?" Her hoof rests on the table as she gains control of her breathing, and you reach out to wrap your fingers around.

"Yes. A date," you tell her as she freezes up, looking at the hoof your holding in shock. "Fluttershy, I'd very much like to go on a date with you."

"A-anon..." she whispers, slowly looking to you. "I..." Her tongue darts out to wet dry lips as she closes her eyes and breaths deeply through her nostrils. "Yes... I'd love to take you out on a date, if you'd allow me the honor."

You squeeze her hoof as your heartbeat picks up and you chuckle. "Geez, no need to be so formal. Really, I'm the one who should be honored, anyway. You're... you're beautiful and kind, Fluttershy, and I feel lucky that you've even said yes."

"Of course I said yes!" she exclaims. She turns the hoof in your grip over and places her other on top of your hand to hold it. "You're wonderful, Anon! You're nice to everypony, smart, patient, and always willing to help others or listen to their problems. Any mare would be lucky to take you on a date, especially one like me."

You quirk a brow. "What's that suppose to mean? What's wrong with you?"

She looks down and away. "You're sweet, Anon, but you don't have to pretend I'm some great mare. I'm not strong, smart, or interesting. I'm scared of most ponies or even coming into town some days. I'm not confident or brave like a mare should be. You... you could do much better than a mare like me."

You're around the table and kneeling in front of her in a matter of seconds, fingers under her chin and lifting her gaze to meet yours. "You stop that right now," you command sternly. "I don't want you to say one more negative thing about yourself."

"But it's true-"

"It's not, and I don't appreciate being lied to, especially by the mare I care about so much."

"Anon..."

Moving to cup her cheek, her breath hitches as you rub it gently. "Now, I don't know how you got those crazy thoughts in your head, but I'm telling you right now, you are not a bad mare. Even if some of those things have a grain of truth, it doesn't matter. You're a little shy? So what! We're all shy sometimes. And that thing about not being smart? Complete nonsense! Seriously, I don't even know how you keep all those feeding schedules and dietary needs straight in your head. You know more about animals then most vets I bet. As for bravery? You are definitely not a coward, if being an Equestrian hero didn't make that clear. You just don't like taking unnecessary risks when you don't have to. That's being reasonable, not cowardly. Oh, and lets not forget about strength. Sure, you might not be strong as an Applejack or Big Mac, but I've seen you doing that chiropractor stuff to the bear. That's takes some real muscle right there."

You chuckle at that, but Fluttershy still stares, now with tears in her eyes, and you sober your features. "So, yeah, you're definitely not a bad mare, and every bit as great as I see you."

She brings a shaky hoof up to your hand, pressing it into her cheek as she leans against it. A-anon, thank you..." she hiccups, and you shush her, using a thumb to wipe away a tear as soon as it falls while cupping her other cheek.

"Come on, no crying," you tell her in whisper, leaning close to place your forehead against hers. "You do that, and I'll start, and believe me, I'm an ugly crier."

She actually giggles at that, smiling at you, face flushed, but full of joy. She looks so beautiful.

"Hey, Fluttershy, I know we should wait until at least the end of the first date, but can I kiss you?"

She looks shocked for a moment, but the smile returns, and she gives a slight nod. "I think I'd like that," she answers. Without another word, you start to tilt your head to the side, as she does the same and you both bring your lips closer together.

Then there's a knock at the door, because of course there would. With a growl, you open your eyes to give the mare an apologetic look. It's replaced by a frown as there's another knock, and you stand. "Coming!" you yell, then in a quieter voice, mumble a few threats to the pony who decided that now was a good time to visit.

You hear Fluttershy follow a few steps behind you to see who it is as you open the door and look down. Rarity is standing there, coat bright and shining like her perfectly styled mane as she looks up at you with a smile. "Hello, Anon, Fluttershy hasn't happened to have stopped by in the last half an hour, has she?"

"Rarity?" Fluttershy questions, coming up to look around your legs. "What are you doing here?"

"Ah! There you are!" she says, then looks aghast, "And looking just as dreadful as I feared you would, as well! Really, darling, what were you thinking flying off like that while still wet?"

Fluttershy looks herself over. "It's not that bad, is it?"

"You look like you flew through a tornado," Rarity responds dryly. "Why, I've half a mind to drag you back to the spa and let the sisters finish the job you didn't allow them to earlier."

"I'm sure it's nothing a brushing won't fix," you assure the now embarrassed pegasus before looking back to the unicorn. "Rarity is just exaggerating."

"Perhaps a smidge, but still, it was quite the foolish thing to do," she responds.

"Well, she was just eager to talk to me," you say, crossing your arms. "About what she had told you, and to expect a visit from you soon." You click your tongue and lean against the frame. "Didn't think that meant now, but I'm all ears. What is it you needed to talk to me about, Rarity? Something about an apology?"

Now it's her turn to be flustered as she stammers. "Ah, yes, I suppose we do have some things to discuss, but I hadn't expected to do it so suddenly. Someponies mentioned seeing Fluttershy in quite a state flying in this direction, you see, and I was worried about her."

"You're a good friend," you commend, stepping back and waving inside. "But as long as your here, why wait? Come inside so we can talk. I insist." You get some satisfaction as you see the eloquent mare caught off guard and ruffled, and even more so when Fluttershy backs you up.

"Anon's right, you'll feel better if you just get this off of your whithers now instead of waiting," Flutters encourages kindly. "Besides, Anon is really nice, I'm sure he'll forgive you."

"Right..." she answers, giving in as she steps through the door, head low. You fight back a smile. That's for picking on Fluttershy.

Shutting the door, you do your best to let go of that bit of vindictiveness. Rarity is one of Fluttershy's best friends, after all, and a friendly acquaintance of yours on top of being your main supplier of new clothes. Besides, however she thinks she's wronged you probably isn't even a very big deal, ponies being as silly as they are. You'll forgive her easily and send her on her way so that you and Fluttershy can talk about your upcoming date. yep, you doubt you'll even be mad.

"... You did what?!"

"W-well, you see, it seemed harmless at that time."

"Harmless? Would it be harmless if I tied your tail to your mane and walked you through town so all the ponies get a look at your slit? Huh? Would you like that?!"

"Eep!"

"O-oh my, I hadn't realized you into that sort of thing, darling... But if that's what I must do to gain your forgiveness, than I submit myself to your punishment."

"Yeah, that's what I-! Wait, what?"

"Why, I have the perfect diamond studded collar for the occasion. Are you already in possession of a leash, or should I bring my own?"

"W- w- what?"

"I'm thinking something green to match your eyes as you piercingly glare down at my punished, repentant state."

"What?!"

"Rarity! Get! Out!"

"But Fluttershy, I've yet to earn Anon's forgiveness."

"You're forgiven!" you yelp. "Yep, complete forgiveness here! I'm not even mad anymore!"

"Are you sure, Anon? What I did was truly horrible, I think some punishment is called for."

"No, really, we're good! That you're willing to go so far to show you're sorry is enough for me. No punishment needed!"

"Well, still, I should do something, Why don't you come by the shop, and I'll show you my collection? Perhaps you'll change your-"

"Out!"

"Oh dear! Have you been working out, Fluttershy? Or have I lost weight? You're lifting me with hardly any effor- Oof!"

You slowly approach the pegasus as she slams the door shut and pants heavily. "Ah, you alright Fluttershy?"

She spins around, expression intense until she sees you. She flies up and hugs your head to her chest, petting your hair and making calming sounds. "Shh, it's okay, Anon, Rarity won't make you uncomfortable like that again." Her voice becomes hard as she adds, "I promise."

You mumble into her tuft, but she just pushes you harder into the soft fur. Huh, smells nice.

You are Fluttershy, and you're shuffling nervously outside of Anon's door as you wait for him to answer after you knocked. You adjust your dress a little, making sure it's on right and hoping Anon will like it. It's a simple thing, nothing like you might wear to a gala, but this date is supposed to be a casual one.

That's right, you're about to go on a date. After you had finally calmed down enough to let Anon escape your chest tuft (you still scream internally when you remember doing that, and how Anon just accepted it without fuss, even seeming to enjoy it) the two of you sat down and talked about this night. After all the craziness, you both had decided to hold off on the kiss and wait until after your first date. That was three days ago, and you're looking forward to not just spending time with Anon, but also that magical moment after.

The door swings open, and you smile up at the human. "Hello, Anon," you start, hovering up to wrap your hooves around his neck for quick hug. "You're suit looks great."

"Thanks, " he replies, returning the hug with a light, one-armed squeeze. "Rarity offered to make it for free to make up for the button fiasco. She even tripled threaded the buttons on these pants and gave me a zipper so I won't have to worry about another accident."

"I know, she mentioned it," you say, leaving out that she also put this dress together for you to make up for having made what she called 'your colt' so uncomfortable. She's a good mare, but her blood runs a little too hot sometimes and clouds her judgment. It's something all of your friends have tried to help her with at some point or another.

Pushing those thoughts from your mind, you flutter back to the ground to stand besides Anon and offer a wingtip. He chuckles, but reaches down to gently wrap his fingers around your largest primaries. With that, you walk together, wing in hand, filling the night with idle chatter as you head towards one of Ponyville's few restaurants.

It's not the fanciest one around, but it's perfect for what is to be a more casual date. Honestly, you have a hard enough time eating at high-end places because you're afraid you'll make some social faux pas, like using the wrong fork and embarrassing yourself. Throw a first date into the mix, and you'd probably have an anxiety attack when the soup came to the table and you had to choose the correct spoon out of a set. You're sure Anon wouldn't care about such things, but it's still nice to avoid the situation.

When you finally arrive at the restaurant, you're proud of yourself for not stumbling over your words as you request a table for two, and even pull Anon's chair out for him. The waiter comes with menus and leaves with your order a few minutes later. Watercress soup and a nice salad for you, and a grilled three-cheese sandwich and tomato bisque for Anon. The food is almost as lovely as the company, and you're in high spirits with how great everything is going.

"Ma'am, you've already had three complimentary ice teas. I'm sorry, but if you aren't going to order any food, I'm going to have to ask you to free up the table for other customers."

"But I haven't decided yet!"

"It's been twenty minutes. If you haven't decided yet, I doubt you ever will. Come on, lets go."

You look over at the commotion to see a white mare dropping a menu to the ground as the large earth pony waitress pulls her from her seat. She's wearing a wide-brimmed hat, sunglasses, and a scarf as she insists they're making a mistake. Instantly, you recognize her, and judging by Anon's sigh, so does he.

"Rarity..." you moan under your breath, feeling embarrassed as she makes a scene. And that's only tangentially, so you can only imagine what she's feeling as she's hoisted onto the larger mare's back, her legs kicking frantically in the air, tongue wriggling with her panicked screeches. You hardly notice you moved to be in the waitresses way until she speaks.

"Miss, I'll gladly help you in just a moment, but as you can see," she says with a grunt and head tilt towards her quieting passenger. "I'm kind of occupied right now."

"But she's with us!" you blurt. "We're supposed to be eating together."

The mare raises a brow, looking between you and Anon as he walks up.

"Yeah? Then why has she been sitting by herself for twenty minutes?"

"She's blind and must not have seen us," Anon interjects. "Isn't that right, Rares? Probably why she hasn't ordered yet, too. She can't read the menu."

The crooked sunglasses on the unicorn's face reveals her shocked blue eyes, but she quickly nods. "That's right! Oh, this is all just a funny misunderstanding. Eggs on faces all around, really. Very embarrassing."

The waitress doesn't look at all convinced, but sighs, mumbling about not getting paid enough as she sets her luggage down to stumble and says to you, "Whatever. As long as you keep her out of trouble and she orders something, I don't care."

"Don't worry, she won't cause anymore issues," you promise as you help your friend regain her balance. "Um, can we get another chair, though?" With a grumble, the mare goes to get one, leaving you with a very sheepish unicorn. "Rarity..." you start.

"I just wanted to make sure your date went well!" she blurts. "I had no intention of even revealing myself to you both, hence the disguise."

"Yeah, such a great disguise," Anon comments, rubbing the space between his eyes. "Honestly though, I don't have room to talk, I guess, since I didn't notice you."

Rarity looks proud a moment before the waitress returns with a chair and menu. "Here," she says as she offers it to Rarity. "We had one in braille, so you can order now. I'll be back in a minute."

"Ah, yes, of course, braille," Rarity repeats with a nervous smile. "How very accommodating." The waitress just chuckles and shakes her head as you all take a seat.

You flick a glance at Anon, trying to gauge how upset he is. To your surprise, he's smiling lightly.

"Never a boring day with you two, huh?" he finally says, glancing at Rarity. "You going to order something? Might want to make it small since Fluttershy and I are almost done."

"Yes, good idea," Rarity agrees, looking down at her menu with a frown. "Just as soon as I figure out how to read this. Hmm, it can't be that hard, right?" With that, she starts running her muzzle over the sheet, wiggling her nose to try and discern the meaning of the bumps.

She's clearly concentrating hard, and quickly becoming frustrated before Anon taps her shoulder. "Yes? What is it, darling?" she asks, not stopping her task. "I've almost cracked the code."

He clears his throat and nods towards where she was previously sitting. You look over as she does to see the menu she had dropped sitting under the table, forgotten. She blushes and hunches her shoulders with with an embarrassed smile, horn glowing and levitating the normal menu to her hooves. "Thank you, "she mumbles, quickly scanning the menu.

The waitress is already approaching again at this point, and Rarity frantically reads through the options before slipping the menu beneath the braille one. "One daffodil salad with raspberry vinaigrette!" she declares almost triumphantly as she floats both menus over to the mare.

The mare's mouth snaps shut as she accepts the menus. "Very well, I'll have that right out for you," she says as she turns away.

Rarity's victorious posture lasts for all of ten seconds after the waitress leaves before she starts wiggling in her seat. "Um, excuse me you two, but I'll be back in just a moment," she explains as she hops from her seat. "I did have three ice teas, you understand, and nature is now calling." She doesn't wait for a response before taking off in a speedy trot towards the bathroom, leaving you to run your hoof down your face in exacerbation.

"I'm really sorry about her, Anon," you start, looking to your date remorsefully.

He shrugs. "It's not that big a deal," he tries to assure, but you shake your head.

"I didn't have to stop the waitress earlier and could have let the night just be about us like it was supposed to be," you explain. "But she's my friend, and I guess I just felt that I had to do something."

"And I respect you for that," Anon assures with an understanding smile as he places a hand on your whithers and gives a small squeeze. "It's why I backed you up. If I really didn't want Rarity here with us, I could have just let her get booted out on the street."

You smile up at him, your love for the man swelling even more at his display of selfless kindness. Most stallions would be pouting after having the night's attention taken off of them during a date, but here Anon is, more than willing to stand up for a friend at the drop of a hat.

Rarity returns, her salad following shortly after, and you all fall into easy conversation. Most of that is taken up by the unicorn, who first gushes over how cute you two looked, and how her outfits only amplified that. "I went for complimentary colors, you see, and it definitely shows. You two are positively lovely together, if I do say so myself. Why, I almost feel out of place. Had I foreseen finishing this meal with you, I'd have dressed more appropriately."

The meal doesn't last much longer as you all polish off your plates, and you reach for your bit bag. To your surprise, both Anon and Rarity do the same as the unicorn looks up.

"Oh no, Fluttershy, please, allow me. It's the least I can do after intruding as I have."

"Thank you, Rarity," you say with forced pleasantry. "But I'm the one taking Anon on a date, so it should be me who pays."

"Wow now, no one needs to pay for me," Anon cuts in. "I'm more than happy paying for myself and you two."

"Don't be silly, Anon," Rarity says with a dismissive wave as her magic opens her pouch and starts levitating coins out. "A stallion never needs to pay."

"Rarity's right, Anon," you agree. "The mare pays for dinner, which means I've got this."

"No, I do," Rarity presses.

"That's really nice, Rarity, but I insist," you say a little more forcefully.

"But I feel so awful for causing a scene earlier. Please, allow me to make amends."

"You can make amends by taking your bits back."

"That's hardly proper penance, darling."

"Girls, girls!" Anon cuts in, placing his hands between you both and pushing you apart, your heads having started butting as you glared determinedly at each other. "There's no need to be fighting like this. Just split the bill if it's that big a deal." You both open your mouths to object, but then he finishes with a pleading, "Please."

You huff through your nostrils, but nod. "Okay, we'll split the bill, right Rarity?"

She nods. "Yes, that sounds fair," she agrees.

Anon sighs, relieved. "Good, and I'll cover the tip," he says, opening his bit bag. "I insist."

The last part was accompanied by a stern tone and hard look that every mother teaches their daughter about. The one stallions use to issue the end of an argument, or else a night spent alone on the couch. You and Rarity both nod vigorously and let him add his own bits to the pile when the waitress returns with the check. Anon leaves a generous tip you notice, but you don't argue when you see the pleased glint in the waitress's eyes. She deserves it after the night she's had.

With that, you all leave together, intent on dropping Rarity off at her place before you walk Anon back to his home. As you exit the building, however, you're surprised to bump into another group. Thunderlane, along with all three flower sisters were just about to enter, all dressed up and happily chatting.

"Oh, what's up, Anon?" Thunderlane says looking up at the human.

"Uh, nothing much," Anon answers, surprise leaking into his voice. "Just got done having dinner."

The stallion looks over your group, and smiles a little wider. "Your herd taking you on a date? That's awesome!"

You start to blush as Anon waves a hand. "No, no, we're not a herd, this was just a date-"

Thunderlane cuts him off with an air of dawning realization. "Ooh, this is the first date these pretty mares have taken you on, eh? Well, you all look great together, so I hope you decide to make it official." He gestures with his head towards the mares with him. "This is actually our second date as a group, but the girls are real swell. A stallion couldn't ask for a better herd."

"Wait, you're all a herd," Rarity asks with a hint of skepticism, getting the three mares to take on defensive postures.

Roseluck steps forward, chest out, her tuft on display as she presses to Thunderlane's side. "You have a problem with that, Miss Belle?"

"Yeah." Lilly cuts in, coming up on Thunderlane's other side. "Thunderlane is a good, pure colt. So you better watch your tone."

As Daisy adds her own defensive glare, you're afraid a fight is about to break out, but Rarity' waves both forelegs out in front of her and says, "Oh no, I think it's great that you all have found happiness together. It's just that I hadn't heard about you having formed a herd."

Thunderlane rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "Ah, yeah, we were sort of keeping things on the down low for a while there. It was Rose that came to me first wanting to make up for that thing that happened at Sugarcube Corner, and well, one thing led to another, and I started spending time with her sisters until we all just sort of, you know..."

"I see," Anon says, not sounding like he completely did, but he still smiles and adds, "Well, I'm happy to hear things are working out so good for all of you. Hope you enjoy your dinner, but these lovely ladies and I all have to get home."

Thunderlane laughs loudly at that. "Can't wait to get them back to your place for a bit of fun, eh? Don't let us keep you, then."

You and Anon sputter at that, but the other group is already entering the restaurant before you correct their assumption. "Let's just... get home," you say, face red. Anon and Rarity agree, and you all start walking towards Rarity's boutique.

It's quiet for a minute before Anon says, "So Thunderlane and the flower sisters, eh? Is that... normal?"

"Well, it's certainly a surprise," Rarity comments. "And certainly not that normal."

"Right," Anon mumbles. "Because of Thunderlane's reputation, right?"

"Hmm?" Rarity turns her head. "If you're referring to those nasty rumors that went around questioning his virtue, then maybe, but anypony with eyes can see they were just that. With how much he cares for and dotes on his brother, it's obvious Thunderlane is prime fatherhood material." She shrugs. "And herds with more than two mares might not be as common these days, but they certainly aren't unheard of." She shakes her head. "No, I'd say the oddest aspect of their whole relationship is that those three mares are siblings."

You nod in silent agreement as Rarity shudders. Not that you think it's disgusting or anything, but it is certainly quite uncommon for mares in a herd to be closely related.

"You see, Anon, love making within a herd tends to be a very... social time for the group, so the idea of having your sister or cousin right there in the room with you is... not a comforting one." Rarity's face actually turns a little green as she continues, "I don't even want to imagine what it would be like if Sweetie Belle and I were to ever herd with the same stallion when she's older. There are just some things siblings shouldn't share."

"Oh..." Anon voices in surprise. "I... guess that makes sense. Still, I'm happy for them."

"I am too," you chime in. "They make a cute herd."

"Of course, of course," Rarity agrees. "If those mares can overcome the hurdles in such a relationship, then good for them. It's inspiring to see ponies go so far for love." The walk after that is uneventful, and soon, you arrive at Carousal Boutique. "A shame, but it looks like this is where we part for the night," Rarity says a bit theatrically, though with a playful grin on her face. "It turned into surprisingly enjoyable evening from what I had intended."

"Ah yes, I'm sure it was much more enjoyable once your plan of spying fell through," Anon quips, getting you to giggle an Rarity to blush.

"I prefer to call it observation from a distance."

"Also known as voyeurism."

"W-well, whatever you choose to call it," Rarity continues, trying to regain her composure. "I thank you both for not being too upset by my transgression. I know it was an invasion of privacy, but I had wanted so bad to make sure everything went well for your first date."

"It's alright, Rarity," you say, giving a genuine smile. "It wasn't how I imagined things going, but I still had a good time, and I'm sure Anon did too."

"Yeah, all things considered, it was a good night, and definitely one of the more interesting dates I've been on," Anon agree. "Still, thanks for the apology."

Rarity chuckles. "I seem to be forming a habit of making those to you," she says before sighing and looking back to you. Suddenly, she lunges forward to wrap her hooves around your neck in a tight hug.

"Rarity?"

"Thank you for standing up for me in there," she says. "You didn't have to, and I appreciate that you did so anyway. You are a true friend, Fluttershy."

You return the hug, pressing your neck to hers. "And so are you," you whisper. "Goodnight, Rarity."

"Goodnight," she repeats, then, pressing her lips closer to your ear, adds in an even lighter whisper, "And good luck with your stallion. I can tell by how he's been looking at you, he's going to be inviting you inside for some bedroom games tonight. make sure to accept the drink." You choke on your own spit, Rarity making a show of being concerned as she pats your back. "Oh dear, are you alright?" she asks.

"M'Fine," you wheeze. "Goodbye Rarity."

"Alright then," she says, waving as you step closer to Anon's side, face red from more than just your coughing fit. "I hope you two enjoy the rest of your night."

"We will, thanks," Anon says as he leads you away, waving over his shoulder. You hear the door of the boutique open and shut behind you as you walk, and Anon asks, "So what did she say?"

"W-what?" you ask.

"What'd she whisper in your ear that choked you up?" he clarifies.

"N-nothing," you lie. "Nothing at all."

"So probably something inappropriate," he concludes, slipping a hand into his pocket. "Good to know. Are all of your friends that pervy? I'm starting to wonder if Twilight asking about human mating rituals when I first got here was really as much for academic posterity as she kept insisting." He rubs his chin in thought as you gawk up at him. "And then there's Rainbow and Pinkie. Besides all the times they popped up at my window during more... private moments, there was the time Dash 'pranked' me with the cloud, then whistled and said I looked good like that. And Pinkie made the same joke about me trying on the 'Kiss The Cook' apron she got me as a house warming gift three times and that I shouldn't wear anything else when I did."

"They did what?" you ask disbelievingly. Sure you knew about those things, but apparently not the whole story.

"Yeah, and all the times I've helped at Sweet Apple Acres, I noticed Applejack taking plenty of water breaks, especially when I went shirtless in the heat. Hmm..."

You can't stop the growl as you press against Anon's leg as you walk. "Anon, if any mare makes you uncomfortable like that again, you just come tell me, and I'll make sure to give them a stern talking-to, alright? Even my friends. They should know to treat a stallion with more respect than that."

Anon actually laughs. "Fluttershy, have I told you that you are incredibly adorable when you get all protective like that?"

You look at him in shock. "Wait, were you just teasing me?" you ask. "None of that stuff was true?"

He waves a hand. "Nah, all that stuff happened, but I don't actually mind. I'm okay with some harmless innuendos and flirting."

You frown. "Still, even if it doesn't bother you, that doesn't make it right."

He kneels down and boops your nose, getting you to gasp and blush. "Absolutely adorable," he says with a smirk, then straightens up and continues to walk, leaving you scrambling to catch up.

Did he really just boop you out in public? On the first date no less? You remember Rarity's words, and have to shake your head to get rid of the sudden flood of dirty thoughts. Mostly of what you saw and smelled five days ago when Anon's pants busted. It takes a couple more minutes, but you soon arrive at Anon's home, and he sighs.

"This is still really weird to me," he says. "Are you sure I can't walk you home instead?"

"Don't be silly, Anon," you tell him. "I live all the way on the outskirt of town so you'd have to walk all the way back by yourself in the dark. This works better."

"Yes, but that means you have to walk all the way across town by yourself in the dark still," he points out.

You puff your chest out. "Yeah, but I'm a mare, so I can handle it without being scared," you say. "And I have wings anyway, so it'll be faster for me then you walking."

"You've got me there," he concedes while rubbing the back of his neck. "Still doesn't feel right. You sure there's not something I can do, like..." He thinks for a moment, then snaps his fingers. "Oh, you want to come in for a drink?"

You freeze up. "D-drink?"

"Yeah, I'd offer you coffee, but that stuff is really expensive in Equestria, and I kind of need it to help me wake up in the morning. I've got juice, though, or we can even try one of those new tea blends you got me." He gives an inviting smile over his shoulder as he unlocks his door and swings it open. "So, how about it? Come inside?"

"Yes please."

"What was that?"

"I mean, yes, I'll have a drink," you answer, wiping the drool from your lip as soon as Anon's back is turned. Quickly trotting in, You shut the door with a back hoof and follow him to the living room.

"So what'll it be? Tea? Juice? You know, I think I might actually have a couple hard ciders left from the last time I worked for the Apples."

"Cider would be nice," you say, trying to remain calm as you climb up onto the couch. The alcohol might give you the courage to not panic and fly out the window. As Anon slips into the kitchen, you take several deep breaths and think about your situation. Despite what Rarity said, Anon inviting you in for drink could very well be just that. Getting all hot and bothered will just lead to you embarrassing yourself. Anon is a proper stallion, after all, so there's no way he'd go that far on a first date.

... Right?

"Yep! They were tucked into the back of the fridge, too, so they're extra cold even," Anon announces cheerfully as he reenters the room. You turn to look at him, and go rigid. His suit jacket is now hanging open, and the first few buttons of the shirt underneath are undone, exposing is sparsely furred pecs to your thirsty gaze.

"Stars help me," you breath, feeling hot under your dress. Yes, a nice cold cider is exactly what you need to cool down right now.

You are Anon, and you couldn't be happier with how the night's turned out so far as you move around the couch to hand Fluttershy her cider, which she takes and mumbles a polite thanks. Even with the intrusion of Rarity on your night, things are still going great.

Really, Rarity might have even made it better in her own odd way. That mare is strange, but damn if she doesn't make things twice as memorable every time she shows up. If this weren't going to be a day you'd never forget already, it certainly will be now.

Plopping down, you twist the top from your bottle with a satisfying hiss and sit back. Taking a sip, the crisp cider tickles your tongue and feels briefly cool as it settles in your belly. "Ah, that really hits the spot. It's really warm out tonight," you comment as Fluttershy goes to open her bottle. She bites the cap and pries it off with a clink, causing you to flinch. Gesturing with your drink, you say, "I still can't believe ponies can open bottles like that. If I tried, I'd chip a tooth."

She giggles before taking a swig. "It's not that hard. I'm sure you could do it if you really wanted to."

"Nah, human mouths just aren't made for that sort of thing."

"Oh? What kinds of things are they made for then?"

You smirk. "Maybe I'll show you later tonight," you say as she takes a drink. Her eyes bulge and she lurches forward, lips puckered as she pulls the bottle away. She forces down the gulp she had, and glares at you, though there's no heat in it.

"Y-you're terrible," she mumbles.

"Oh come on," you defend with a laugh. "You set me up for that one on purpose. Don't deny it."

She smirks and takes another drink. "Maybe," she answers, sliding closer to you on the couch. "Still, you shouldn't tease ponies like that. It's not nice."

"Who said I was teasing?" you ask, lifting an arm as she presses against your side, a blush forming on her cheeks as you lower it around her shoulders. "Pretty sure we had an agreement about what was going to happen tonight."

She looks away, biting her lip as she rolls her bottle between her hooves. "Um, y-you mean the... the kiss, right?"

"Yeah," you say, leaning down towards her. "You still interested?"

She looks up at your face with wide eyes, now only a few inches away from hers, and licks her lips. A small sound comes from her throat as those soft lips try to form a word, but instead, she resorts to an almost imperceptible nod. It's small, but it's more than enough after having waited three days for this moment, and you quickly swoop down to catch her mouth with your own.

You can taste the cider on her lips, but beneath that, there's something distinctly her that you can't place, but still flick your tongue out to get more of. She's tense at first, but she quickly leans into the kiss, her own tongue darting out to sample you as well. A moment later, and they meet, immediately entangling with each other. You're surprised when her broader tongue takes control, forcing your own back into your mouth, following behind to roll across your teeth and beyond.

You feel a hoof on your chest as she pushes herself closer to you, the seat shifting as she lifts herself up. You place your empty hand on her cheek and help pull her into the kiss, pushing your tongue over her own to explore the confines of her mouth, her saliva almost sweet as you feel your head become light. You could stay like this for hours and not get tired of it, but your lungs go and ruin the moment with their annoying pleads for air until you have no choice but to give into their ridiculous demands.

Pulling away, you only manage a short fraction of a breath before Fluttershy stretches in for another kiss, and you oblige her for several seconds before those pesky organs start to get uppity again. Moving your hand to her chest, you hold her back this time as you break away and inhale deeply. You have to exert some force to stop her from cutting your oxygen supply off again, and her closed eyes flutter open.

"A-anon?" she questions, clearly short of breath herself as she pants.

"Just need a moment to catch my breath," you whisper. "Don't want to pass out from kissing, right?"

"I think I'd be okay with that," she answers softly. "That was..."

"Amazing?" you guess from your own experience, but she shakes her head.

"More than that," she says, raising her hoof higher on your chest. "I don't think I want to stop."

"Know what you mean," you say with a chuckle. "But how about we take a quick break to finish these ciders? You already spilled some of yours it looks like."

She looks confused as she glances down, but gasps as she sees the dark spot, the fizzy suds dissipating into the surface. "Oh no! I ruined your couch!" she cries. "I'm so sorry Anon!"

"Hey, it's fine," you comfort. "Nothing a little baking soda can't get out I'm sure." You take a swig from your bottle as you lean back. "And if it doesn't, well, it's just a couch. It's gonna get stained eventually."

She averts her eyes at this as she removes her hoof from you and sits down completely. She starts to rub her hind legs together as the blush on her cheek grows, and you tilt your head.

"You need to use the bathroom?" you ask.

"N-" she starts, then flicks her eyes up at you a moment. "Actually, maybe. I-it's getting kind of hot, and I think I'd like to take this dress off."

"Oh, if that's all, then you can just do it here, right?" She looks up at you in surprise and you shrug. "Unless that's weird?" you question. "Do ponies not get undressed in front of each other? It doesn't seem like it would matter since you don't normally where clothes, but..."

She looks at you, expression becoming determined before she chugs more of her cider. You raise a brow as she empties it with a huff and sets it down on the coffee table. "I'll do it, here," she declares.

"Really, if it's a big deal, you don't have to," you try, but she shakes her head.

"No, I..." She takes a deep breath and steps down off the couch. "I want you to watch," she finishes, and you feel your heart rate pickup.

You don't know why, but you're suddenly very eager for whatever Fluttershy has planned. You wouldn't think a mare undressing in front of you would be a big deal like a woman doing so back on Earth, but that's what it feels like is happening as you lean forward in your seat.

Fluttershy takes a few steps, stops to take in and hold a breath for a few seconds, then exhales and looks over her shoulder at you with lidded eyes, wings half extended at her sides. She reaches up to the clasp on her neck, and undoes it, then rolls her shoulders alternatively to to work the bodice down her body. As she does this, her flank sways hypnotically, drawing your gaze as the silky fabric of the skirt flows down and over, the waistline falling lower as you wait with baited breath. Due to the outfit's simple nature, it doesn't take long for the piece to cascade to the floor as she steps out of it. Her fully freed wings ruffle as she moves slightly further away, then turns to face you.

At first, you think the impromptu show is over with no more clothing to remove, but then the pegasus pulls her neck back, her chest thrust forward as the fur fluffs out. Her eyes are intense as she takes swaying, measured steps in your direction, face strained with determination as her wings suddenly flap in time with her movements. Powerful, full-motioned wing beats stir up a surprising breeze you can feel cooling your sweat-dampened skin until she stops only a few paces in front of you. She then lowers her head an inch from the floor so her rump is in the air. wings fanning open to their limit like a wall of yellow feathers. The silhouette of her body is like an upside down pair from this angle, and you almost wish you were viewing it from the other end as her wide, flared hips just beg for a firm pair of hands slapping down to grip them.

"S-so?" Fluttershy asks meekly, getting you to snap out of your reverie to look down at her tentative smile and searching eyes. "What do you think? Am I getting you hot, s-stud?"

It takes you a moment to process her words, and then take stock of the situation, including the tightness in your pants, before you nod slowly. "Yeah," you answer truthfully. "You've been doing that as soon as we kissed. The, ah, dance was... new, but I liked it. Very avant-garde."

She looks confused, but beams nonetheless as she slowly stands, her wings flapping once before settling back at her sides. "I'm glad," she says, coming closer with a fire in her eyes and seductive smile that looks strangely at home on the normally meek mare's face. "That was actually the first time I've done that."

Quickly drinking the last of your cider, you let it roll from your fingers onto the floor as she reaches you and rears her front hooves to land on either side of your waist. "Really?" you find yourself asking even as you reach both hands up to cradle her face.

"Mhm," she answers, tilting her head into your left hand as it rubs her cheek up to her ear while the other hand glides down her neck. "I've never met a stallion I thought I'd do it for. One that would want to see."

You lean in and kiss her nose, slowly peppering more up her muzzle to end between her eyes, getting her to giggle. "Too bad for all those guys who missed out," you mumble, tilting her head up. "But I'm glad that I got to be the first." You kiss her on the lips and she hums.

Deepening the kiss, she starts to press into you until your back is sunk into the couch. She fills the space as she makes it, climbing into your lap, her forhooves draped over your shoulders as her tongue dances with yours. Your hands migrate down passed her hips as you finally give into your desires and give her plush bottom a firm squeeze.

The moan starts in your mouth before she breaks away to voice her approval, eyes closed as she grinds into your lap. The bulge in your pants slips under her tail, and her moan abruptly ends in a squeak. Her eyes shoot open to look down between your bodies, her own frozen in surprise. That doesn't work for you, though, and you push her down into you by her rump while pressing your hips up, grinding yourself into her nethers. Even between the two rapidly moistening layers of fabric, you feel the heat and a slight pulsing of her pussy against your erection.

"A-anon," she breathes. "What are you doing?"

"Ruining a pair of pants," you respond breathlessly. "We better take them off before we go any further, huh?"

"F-further?" she repeats. "Than kissing?"

Slipping a hand down to your waist, you undo the button, then slowly lower the zipper. "Why not?" you ask. "Are you telling me you don't want to?"

"B-but it's only our first date!" she blurts. "It wouldn't be proper...! Right?"

You stop as your expression becomes serious. "Yes, you're right, it wouldn't be proper," you agree, petting her side with the hand that remained against her soft coat. "And before tonight, I would never have thought about doing something like this, no matter how much I wanted to, because I would have been afraid of being judged. Of being seen as a slut or an easy lay that no good mare could love." You shake your head with a tired sigh before grinning up at the mare you've come to care so deeply for. "But our run-in with Thunderlane taught me something important. It taught me that it doesn't matter if everyone sees you in a negative light, as long as the ones that truly matter know differently, and love you for who you are regardless, than you shouldn't let fear of judgement stop you from being happy. From being yourself." Your fingers reach the base of her wing and you scratch lightly, causing her to shiver. "Fluttershy," you continue. "Do you love me?"

"Yes," she answers without hesitation. "I've never loved a stallion more."

"And if we do this, right here, right now, will you see me differently? Will you stop loving me?"

She smiles down at you, tears in her eyes. "That's silly, Anon," she says. "I could never stop loving you, no matter what happens."

Your hand drifts down under her bottom, urging her to lift up off of you ever so slightly as the other hand fishes into your boxers. "Then I don't see a reason why we should hold ourselves back from what we really want," you conclude, pulling free your cock.

She gasps as you let it flop up to smack against her belly. No underwear to obscure it. No shame driving you to hide it. Nothing but open air as Fluttershy takes in the sight. As she stares, you wonder what she's thinking. You know it's nothing like a ponies, and part of you worries she won't like that. You study her expression, looking for any trace of desire. Or disgust.

You are Fluttershy, and you can't believe this is happening. Anon has just revealed the appendage that's been haunting your steamiest dreams ever since you first got that teasing glance of it due to Rarity's unscrupulous trick on the human. It reaches halfway up your belly as it rests between your two small teats, looking oh so different from the stallions in all the magazines, and in that moment, you decide that you like what she see very much. Almost as much as the smell.

Just like the smell from five days ago, but so much stronger now. The smell of a healthy, virile stallion eager for the comforting embrace of his mare's depths. Before you realize it, your hoof is over the odd, mushroom-like head, hovering indecisively.

"Go ahead," Anon says suddenly. "Touch it... if you want, that is."

"Oh, I want to," you say, licking your lips. "I definitely want to."

"Then go for it," he prompts with a eagerness to his voice that you find arousing in its own way even when a stallion's penis is sandwiched between your teats like you'd read from some sort of penthouse letter. This stud is eager for you of all mare's to touch his most sacred pillar. Loser Fluttershy who was unofficially voted most likely to die a virgin by her fellow classmates in high school. And yet, you hesitate. Why?

Because you're afraid he won't like it. That you'll do something wrong. What if he goes limp as soon as you touch it, and you never get this chance again? What if you hurt him? The edges of your hooves are hard. What if you scrape him with one instead of your softer frog?

Maybe you should use your wings instead. Rainbow always brags about how her wingjobs can turn any stallion into a fire hose with how good they are. She's a Wonderbolt and top-rate stunt flyer, though. Her wings, easily the same size as yours despite being on a far more compact and aerodynamic frame, have both strength and dexterity that you can never hope to match. What would the wingjob of a terrible flyer like you feel like? Probably terrible.

Oh, why didn't you study more for this moment? Rarity gave you all of those paperback erotic novels specifically for this reason, and you barely made it through half a sex scene before you imagined Anon and yourself in the place of the characters and jilled off. You were too ashamed to go back and finish reading after that, and now look at you. You don't even know how to touch a stallion, you stupid, cowardly, unmarely ma-

"Here, like this," Anon says gently as he grabs hold of your fetlock and begins lowering your hoof.

You jolt, but don't yank away as he rests your delicate frog on the top of his penis, a slight hiss coming from between his teeth as he then guides you down and over the side. It feels slick, and when you notice the shimmering fluid being smeared by your hoof, you realize it's his pre-cum. You can't marvel at that fact for long though as you're absorbed by the feeling of Anon's stallionhood. The skin, soft and pliable, shifts easily over the rigid core just beneath, and you're amazed by just how hard and hot it is. As your frog glides over a protruding vein, you barely perceive the beat of his heart. The pulse of a living creature that no rubber toy can ever emulate.

When he lets go of your hoof, you drag it back up his member on your own, gathering more pre at the top before distributing it down the other side. As you return to the peak for a third time to collect more of his essence, you pull back, and look at the bottom of your hoof. It's glistening with his fluids as you bring it up to your nose and breath deeply. Your mind hazes over for a moment from the heady aroma, and when you lap up the sticky fluid, you almost orgasm right there, clit winking furiously for several seconds as an intense shiver runs down your spine.

You hardly notice that your eyes fluttered close while you savored Anon's flavor until they drift back open to see Anon staring, mouth agape. You blush and hunch your shoulders. "U-um sorry," you say. "T-that was kind of- of-"

"Hot," he finishes. "Really fucking hot." His strong hands are once again on your flanks and squeezing, something you've noticed the man quite likes doing as much as you enjoy him doing it, before he starts lifting you up. You use your hind legs to help him even as you wonder what he's doing. At least, you wonder right up until he has you aligned directly above his bobbing cock and your dripping slit oozes a line of fluids down unto it. He doesn't seem to care as he lifts his hips up and rubs the head of his dick against your swollen pussy lip, causing you to shutter and fall forward, hooves on his shoulders.

"A-anon," you start, but he cuts you off with a growl.

"No, no more words," he says, eyes pulling away from your marehood to look up at you. "I can't wait anymore, Fluttershy. I need to be inside of you. If you have second thoughts, this is your last chance to back out."

"Anon," you say, hooves moving to the back of his neck as you lean in close. "I am going to buck your brains out right now."

His eyes widen in shock at your vulgar declaration, and you're about to apologize for the brash words right until he grins, teeth gleaming like a feral predator as you notice his sharp canines, and he tightens his grip on your flanks. His fingers dig almost painfully into your plump flesh as he suddenly pulls you down with all his might. He hits home, and your eyes shoot wide as you feel him bury himself completely into your sopping depths in one go, the rounded head of his cock coming to stop right at your deepest barrier.

The fullness his heated rod creates inside of you, the eager twitching of his stallionhood that you can feel even through the whirlwind of sensations cascading over your senses, is all too much, and a sound starts to work it's way out of your throat. "AAANOOON!"

Your whole body constricts, causing you to pull Anon to your chest as your body is overtaken by tremors. You're spasming uncontrollably around the man's tool as you throw your head back and half moan, half scream, your backside and his lap being sprayed by your warm fluids as you orgasm. You're not sure if your heart has stopped, or sped up so much that it has become a thrum through your entire being, and you don't care as you ride out the waves of intense pleasure. If you are to die, well, there are worse ways to go than this.

Anon has moves to wrap his arms across your back as he squeezes you tightly to him, inhaling your scent deeply as he makes small grinding motions into you that only extend the pleasure. The fact that he's submitting himself to your musk not only willingly, but eagerly, only pleases your primal instincts more as you're filled with a desire to hold this stallion close and never let go. As you come down from the peak of euphoria, however, you have no choice but to let Anon loose as all four legs become jelly, including the ones behind his neck. A part of you is pleased to see Anon doesn't immediately seize the opportunity to pull away, taking several more pulls of your scent through his nostrils before leaning back to look at you.

"You good?" he asks after a few seconds of you both panting.

"I've never felt so good in my life," you manage after a moment. "That was amazing, Anon."

"Good," I'm glad," he says with a small nod as he once again reaches under your bottom. "Because we aren't done yet."

"Wha-Ah!"

He lifts you up, dragging himself from your depths until only the head remains. This time, he does so completely with his own strength as your back legs are still limp, dangling listlessly as you hang in the air. They go rigid, hitting the back of the couch when he slams you down onto him once more. Your head is thrown back, tongue hanging out as he doesn't wait to lift you this time, and quickly spears you unto his shaft again.

He grinds himself into you a second, then slowly removes you again, only to slam you back down, quickly creating a rhythm of gradual ascents and violent dives. Each time, your back legs kick up, and your tail is swishing wildly behind you, sweeping across the floor below the couch. You make several attempts at speech, but only manage moans and yelps as he uses you like you would a sex toy. You don't know what you were trying to say, whether your hazy mind was trying to ask him to slow down or speed up, but you do know one thing. If this is what real sex is like, you might never be able to go back to your rubber companions again, let alone your hoof.

Nothing will ever compete with this feeling. That's one of the few facts your mind is able to parse from the rapture it's currently experiencing, and you make a happy gurgle as Anon begins to pick up the pace. You don't care if you're being dominated by a stallion right now. As long as the pleasure keeps building, you'll gladly stay at home, care for his foals, and make sure dinner is on the table for Anon when he returns. You'll do anything to experience this again and again, no matter what ponies might think. If they could be here in your place, any mare would definitely agree.

That stray thought makes a fire erupt in your belly alongside the fluttering butterflies and quickly tightening knot, and your limbs regain new strength as you try to pull Anon forcefully back to your chest in a show of possessiveness towards the imaginary mares who would dare try to steal him out from under you. Things don't go quite as planned, though, as he tilts his head up and to the side. Next thing you know, there are teeth biting into the skin just above your collar bone, and your heart rate spikes even more as adrenaline joins the cocktail of oxycotin, dopamine and endorphins already flooding your system.

Your body goes rigid as your forelegs tighten around his neck and your hind legs squeeze his sides, the inner walls of your sex coiling just as the knot in your stomach does the opposite. Your eyes roll back and whatever air that hasn't been driven from your lungs by your mate's rough pounding is released in a single scream.

"AAAAHHH!"

You are Anon, and your ears are ringing after Fluttershy wailed into them. You hardly care though as you use all of your might to free yourself from the mare's rippling depths, only to bring her back down onto your dick. You thrust your hips up from the couch, hammering into her as hard as you can, using your iron grip to push her into you as much as possible, her plump ass compressing against your lap as you try to experience as much of her constricting, heated sex as you can as it tries to hold you tight and milk you for every drop of semen you have. It's going to get what it wants soon enough, but not before you milk the experience for every ounce of pleasure first.

You growl into her neck as the rounded head of your penis rams into her cervix repeatedly, now absolutely sure that the normally meek mare in fact loves the sensation as she orgasms even more intensely than before. You might very well be bruised after this, and she might not be walking straight, but those are both inconsequential details as you and Fluttershy completely lose yourselves in the carnal pleasure both your bodies can provide for the other. Her deepest barrier bends inward with every thrust now, and you start to feel the tight pinprick opening widen to kiss your tip with each plunge.

The sensation of that impossibly tight ring pinching around the first centimeters of your glans is what pushes you over the edge of the orgasm you'd been fighting for minutes and you release your teeth from the base of Fluttershy's neck to moan loud towards the ceiling. With a final plunge, you press Fluttershy onto you as hard as you can, the small opening of her cervix and your urethra aligning perfectly to allow the first blast of your release to flood directly into her womb.

Rope after rope of thick, pearly cum fire into the back of Fluttershy's deepest cavern, running down the walls to pool around the entrance where your penis is still pumping more semen in to swell the small space. You've never cum so much or so hard in your life, backup from infrequent releases combining with the best sex you've ever had make it feel like your soul is leaving your body as you float in a void. Only the warmth of Fluttershy's body against and around you exists for several seconds before reality returns, and you feel the couch behind you and soaked beneath you.

Both it and the pair of pants you said you shouldn't ruin might have to be replaced now depending on how hard marecum is to wash out of fabric, but that hardly matters as you breath deep and the feeling of euphoria radiates through your exhausted body. Fluttershy is leaning against you, her head over your shoulder as she pants just as hard, both your bodies slick with their own and the other's sweat as you just bask in the afterglow of your intense lovemaking.

You're the first to speak. "Hey, Flutters, you okay?" you ask. "I didn't get too rough did I?"

"No..." she breathes. "No. Perfect."

You chuckle at the mare being unable to speak in full sentences yet and start rubbing a hand up and down her back. "Yeah, you were perfect too. That was amazing."

"Yes... Amaz...ing..." Her breathing starts to level out, then becomes quiet, and you blink.

"Fluttershy?" All you get in response is a light snore.

Mmm... so cozy...

You are Fluttershy, and you can't remember the last time you were so comfortable. There's no tension in your body, and though there are aches in some places, they do so pleasantly. You are warm, relaxed, and wet.

... Wait? Why are you wet? And is that a shower head you hear?

With a grumble, you start to open your eyes, then squeeze them shut when water runs over them.

"You finally awake, sleepyhead?" a masculine voice asks as the surface your back is leaning against moves. "I've been trying for, like, fifteen minutes, but you were dead to world."

"Anon?" you mumble, bringing a hoof up to shield your face as you turn your head.

"Yeah, it's me," he confirms with a gentle smile as he sweeps some of your sopping mane from your face. "You good? I was starting to get a little worried when you didn't wake up right away when we got in here."

You look from his wet face to take in your surroundings, and quickly realize you're both sitting in the tub of his shower as hot water cascades over your naked bodies. That's right, the human you're currently sitting between the thighs of is naked. "Eep! A-anon, what are we doing in the shower?! Why are you naked?!"

He raises a brow. "Really? you're getting flustered about this after what we just did in the living room?" he asks with a chuckle. "You ponies are an odd bunch sometimes." His hands return to lathering suds into your coat, and you shiver as his fingers dig through the fur of your back before migrating around your sides and to your chest. "To answer your question on why we're in hear, we both reeked of sex after, well, having sex, and as tired as I was, I didn't want to fall asleep like you and wake up to us both saturated with the smell. It'd be way harder to wash off if we waited until morning."

"O-oh, I see," you say as you do your best not to freak out. Even just remembering the fact that you and Anon just made love for the first time on your first date is overwhelming. What does that even make you two now? Well, it's probably safe to say he's your coltfriend officially, having skipped over the multiple dates that usually comes before making it formal. When you left the house today to take Anon to dinner, you didn't think it would end up like this. It's boggling how much things have changed in such a short time, and it leaves you silent as you contemplate what will happen next.

Should one of you move in with the other? You certainly don't want to leave your animals friends, but you're not sure if there's enough space in your home for all of them and the big human behind you, and that's even if he wants to leave his house after having just settled in. What about marriage? That thought brings a burning blush to your face. It would be the only proper thing to do after tonight to make an honest stallion out of him, right? But it's so soon.

What would ponies think, or your parents? Surely they'd be happy, right? Or would they tell you that you're going too fast? You remember all the times Zephyr dated mares when he'd start talking about marriage after only a few weeks of knowing them, and how your parents always had to talk sense to him. If it weren't for his infatuation with Rainbow always ruining his relationships, he might very well have gotten married despite all the times Mom and Dad warned him about rushing into commitment.

And what about Anon, anyway? Would he even say yes? That thought just sends you spiraling even further into yourself, and it's only Anon suddenly huffing a bit of laughter that draws you from your contemplation.

"Heh, you know, if this were some sort of porno, we'd probably be having some steamy shower sex."

You blink and look back. "Um, are we?"

He's smiling wryly as he shakes his head. "Nah, there's not enough space in here," he explains, nodding towards the shower head, which would only come up to his chest if he stood up. The whole space is made to accommodate ponies, and you notice Anon has to bend his knees some to even sit in the tub.

"I guess you're right," you say. "We'd probably break something."

"Yeah, the tub, shower head, or more likely, some bones when we slip because of all the water," he agrees, shrugging. "Even if we could manage it without something getting busted though, I frankly don't think I have it in me, because, well, you have it all in you already."

His hands drift from washing your chest down to your tummy, where he gives a firm press. You feel ever slightly like a piping bag being squeezed as warmth travels down your lower canal, and when you look down, you see a trail of white being swept away with the water from between your hind legs to swirl down the drain.

Your eyes widen as your hooves come up to rest on top of his hands. "Oh my..." you whisper.

"Tell me about it," he says. "I don't think I'll have another round in me for at least an hour." He leans in to kiss your temple. "I couldn't help it. You were just too good." He reaches up to turn your chin towards him. "Too sexy." He pecks you on the lips, getting your heart to flutter. "And you drained me of every drop I had, like a real mare. My mare." Your mouth is slightly gaping at his words, and he takes the opportunity to dive in for a real kiss, his tongue slipping past your listless lips.

A real mare. Anon's mare. And he's your stallion.

Twisting your upper body, you grab the side of his face and press into the kiss, planning on teaching him a lesson for taking advantage of your lowered guard like that. You're a marely mare, after all, and you won't let your colt show you up so easily. Quickly driving him back, you take the lead, his tongue following yours as they dance. He hums into your mouth, submitting easily as your wet muscle glides between his teeth. Slowly, you turn to face him fully, pushing him back against the smooth surface of the tub, straddling his lap. You break away to catch your breath, and smirk when you feel something twitch beneath you.

Panting you look down and say, "An hour, huh?"

"M-maybe five more minutes," he responds, hands around your waist. "Still not doing it here, though. The couch still needs to be cleaned, and if it's already a mess..."

"It'll do," you purr, moving to continue the kiss. Out of the corner of your eye, however, you catch a tall shadow behind the curtain, and in one raised forelimb, you spot what looks like a large, curved knife.

You scream as the curtain is yanked aside and a voice yells, "Fluttershy!"

Anon joins in, wrapping his arms around your torso.

"Why are you two screaming!" the intruder screams. "I brought these brownies all the way from Balegium and I want you to try one while they're still fresh from the oven!" You look down to see a pan held in an oven-mitt clad lion's paw, and your screaming starts to die down.

"D-discord?" you ask in shock.

"The only and one," he answers as he uses the large knife to start cutting the brownies. "Really, I get back after stopping a coup in a foreign country by ne'er-do-well on the behest of Celestia and your prompting, and this is how I'm repaid? Screaming in my face...? I'm touched, really."

"Discord, what are you doing in my-" Anon starts, but is interrupted by a brownie slice being popped into his mouth. You get the same treatment as you open your mouth to speak, and Discord watches eagerly.

"So, what do you think? Those little confectioners over in Balegium just love their chocolate, and I've heard these are the best!"

You break off a chunk and chew, Anon doing the same. "Isth goof," you say around a mouthful before swallowing. "Um, thank you, Discord."

The draconequus beams, then starts looking you both over, gesturing between you two with the knife. "So, what's happening here? Is this a new friendship thing? Really, I'm the spirit of chaos, and you ponies still manage to confound me."

"Um, no," you start. "Discord, you remember Anon."

"The hairless ape that came crashing through my living room in the forth dimension on his way to Equestria? Yes I remember," he says with a pout at the human. "It took me days to re-unorganize my stuff after he sent everything flying into perfectly sorted piles."

"Uh, sorry?"

"I'm sure," Discord says dryly.

"Anyway," you cut in. "Anon is now my, um, he's my coltfriend."

"I see..." Discord says slowly, looking you up and down, eyes catching the thin rivulet of white still trailing from you to the drain. "And you've just got done mating?"

Your face goes beat-red as you stammer, but Anon doesn't have the same problem as he hugs you close and says, "Yes, we've made love. Is that a problem?"

"A problem," Discord repeats lowly, eyes shadowed as he lowers his head. "The only problem is... I didn't know about this sooner!" He's suddenly beaming, body coiling excitedly in midair as his clenched paw and claw shake eagerly under his chin. "Oh! I can't wait to have a bunch of little abomination nieces and nephews to spoil rotten! Will you name one after me, Fluttershy dear? Please say you'll name one after me!"

"Uh, I'm glad you're happy, and all," Anon says hesitantly. "But I don't think think humans and ponies can reproduce... right?"

"A-and I'm not in estrus," you find yourself adding. "Sorry."

Discord scoffs and waves a claw. "Pish posh, like such natural laws matter when moi is around," he says as he snaps a claw, then directs it at your belly, sending a yellow beam into you that make you jump and tingle. "There! Nice and preggers. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go rub this in Sunbutt's face! Hah! I knew my pony would give me foals to dote on before hers! I'll be surprised if Twilight Spergle can land a colt this century."

Then in a poof, he's gone, leaving you and Anon stunned. Slowly, both your eyes lower to your midriff, and you gulp. "Did... did he really just...?" ANon begins.

"Um, maybe it's a prank?" you say. Your voice sound unconvincing even to your ears, and you sigh. Well, looks like marriage is kind of mandatory now. Despite everything, you look up to Anon's face and start to smile. Slowly, he mirrors the expression, and soon, you both start to laugh. He's hugging you tightly to him again as you nuzzle against his neck.

Really, this isn't so ba-AAA! "Ah! COLD!"

"Shit! The hot waters out!"

You both scramble out of the tub and flop onto the floor, panting and shivering. "S-so," he starts. "You still in the mood, or you just want to cuddle under some blankets?"

"C-cuddle," you say nodding vigorously. "D-definitely nice, warm cuddling."

"Heh, g-guess cold showers really do work," he mumbles. "Cuddling sounds nice, though." His expression becomes soft. "Everything sounds nice, if I'm doing it with you."

You smile back, happy tears in your eyes. You don't know how you got so lucky, but you know no matter what the future holds, as long as you have this man by your side, you can face it together.

Author's Notes:

Omakepilogue

You are Anon, and currently you're listening to Twilight babble a bunch of magic stuff you don't understand. "So in conclusion, I can send you home and-!"

"Wow, hold up, what did you say?" you ask. "Twilight, I thought I told you that you don't have to worry about sending me home anymore. I'm happy here."

"Yes, I remember, and I understand you don't want to leave Fluttershy, but that's why I've been working on something slightly different. A way to send you to your world... and a way to bring you back!"

"Wow, really?"

"Yep! See, with this magic circle, I can send things to Earth, then, as long as I visualize the item, I can pull it back after I've stored enough mana."

"That's... that's amazing, Twilight. And it works?"

"Well, that's what we're testing right now. I sent a watermelon last week, and the matrix is just about to be recharged so I can try and bring it back."

"Wow, so I might actually see my family again after all. I can make up with my brother."

"You have a brother?"

"An identical twin, yeah. His names Incognito."

"What happened between you?"

"It was mostly my fault, really. The truth is, he's a bit of a, well, a sex addict."

"E-excuse me?"

"Yeah, and I was really judgemental about it. It's like all he cared about was sex, and that's all his relationships revolved around. Even the women he dated couldn't keep up, and he just had fling after fling. I tried to tell him he needed help- that he should settle down and start thinking about a serious relationship, one based on more than sex, but he just got mad at me for trying to tell him how to live his life."

"I-I see, that's, just, just awful."

"I know, but now I'll be able to find him on Earth and apologize. Can you bring the melon back?"

"Huh? Oh, right, the watermelon, let me just visualize the smiley face I drew on it, and stop thinking about your sex addicted identical twin." The magic circle starts to glow, then in a flash of light, you look down at what has been brought to Equestria.

"Twilight..."

"Yes, Anon."

"That's not a melon."

"I see that."

"That's my unconscious twin."

"I kind of figured."

"And it takes a week to get the matrix charged for another trip?"

"Roughly, yes."

"I sold my house to pay for expansions at Fluttershy's place for the foals, and until they're done I don't think we'll have enough room for both us guys. Can he stay with you?"

"Um, I have delegates from Saddle Arabia coming to stay at the castle. They might not understand why I have an unwed exotic male staying with me. Maybe Applejack?"

"Out of town to that reunion, remember?"

"Oh right, darn, then who?"

"Augh..."

"Yo, you okay, bro?"

"A-anon, is that you...? Is that a pony?"

"Yeah, it's me, and this is indeed a pony. She was supposed to be summoning a watermelon, but she snagged you somehow instead."

"Water-? Wait, are you talking about that mysteriously appearing watermelon that came out of nowhere to hit the president in the head and put him in a coma last week? Dude, people have seriously been accusing China of that saying it was some sci-fi assassination attempt. Things are getting pretty serious back there. Talks of war and stuff."

"... Celestia dammit."

"Well, we'll have to deal with that later. Right now, we need to find out where you're staying. Who can we ask, Twi?"

"I don't know, maybe..."

"Do you think she can be trusted?"

"She may not be the most respectful mare around stallions, but she's not dangerous."

"Maybe... I guess we can ask her."

"Wait, who are you guys talking about?" Incognito asks.

Meanwhile, at Carousal Boutique, Rarity looks herself over in the mirror, trying on her newly finished, faux-leather corset and long boots. She hums and runs her riding crop through her chest fluff, which is pushed out and emphasized by the corset.

"Hmm, yes, positively stunning," she mumbles with a confident smirk. It falls away with a sigh. "Oh, who are you fooling, Rarity?" she asks her reflection. "You'll never find a stallion who appreciates this look, and especially not one who will look upon your collection with anything other than fear or disgust."

She falls back dramatically onto her fainting couch and moans. "If only I could find a wild stallion. A naughty colt in need of breaking by a strong, domineering mare. Somepony that I could tame and mold into the perfect lover. One to explore the deepest depths of sexual pleasure with as we learn the intricacies of each other's bodies. But where? Where?! Where I ever find a stallion like that? Where, I ask. Wher-! ACHOO!"

She blinks and wipes her nose with a sniffle. "Oh dear..." she mutters, then smiles. "Somepony must be talking about me. Wonder who it could be? Perhaps... my dream stallion?" She chuckles to herself and sits up. "Still such a dreamer, Rarity. Oh well, I suppose I should slip out of this outfit and get back to work. Dresses to make, beauty to uncover. A mare's work is never done."

And so she returns to her work bench, sewing dresses for other mares to wear on dates while she remains single. Until there's a knock at the door.

"Rarity? Are you in? It's me, Twilight! I have somepo- er, some creature for you to meet! We need to ask you a favor!"

Heart All Aflutter

by Kind of Brony

Tummy Full of Flutters