Fluttershy

I would adopt a filly Fluttershy and have her sleep with her head in my lap each night, her muzzle nestled against my crotch so that her every breath is filled with my musk. As she slept, I would gently rub my hand down the back of her head, fingers dragging lightly through her mane as I make my way down to her shoulders. I would avoid her wings, despite how badly I wish to touch them, because I know how ticklish they are and I do not wish to wake her.

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