You knocked on the door of the cottage, taking in its pastoral surroundings and atmosphere. This was the first time Fluttershy invited you out to her place, and, well...you can’t say you’re surprised. Her love for the animals oozed from every last thing around. All was serene. You heard a warbling bird call somewhere, something that almost sounds like something from back home, but you were never into birds. You remember how Fluttershy seemed so disappointed when you mentioned this, but she did seem to get past it quickly.
Speaking of Fluttershy, she opened the door at that moment with a wide smile, “Corporal! I’m so happy you decided to come!”
“Of course! I haven’t had a decent cup of Joe in, well...since coming here, and when you asked me over for coffee, that sounded perfect,” you said, scratching the little pegasus behind the ears.
She gave you a coy smile, and simply says, “Well, come in.”
Oh, thank you, Mother Mary; I thought I’d never smell that aroma again.
The scent of coffee wafted up your nostrils. Unconsciously you deeply inhaled, held it, and released a relieved, delighted sigh. Fluttershy giggled beside you. You took a seat as best as you could at the table while she flits to her own chair without issue. She reached for the kettle with her mouth, and you stopped her, saying, “No, allow me.”
She giggled again. “Such a gentleman. Thank you, Corporal.”
“Ah, it’s nothin’,” you replied. Taking the pot, you poured her mug first, before filling your own. She took a few scoops of sugar while you just took a sip.
Too long. Too damn long.
You rejoiced incoherently on the inside for the long-lost magic brown liquid of goodness and pep while Fluttershy slowly stirred her mug, adding a touch of cream. You take a longer sip, swirling it around your mouth. You tried placing its rich flavour...it’s a light roast, French pressed, brewed for exactly the right length of time, served at the ideal-for-you 150-160 degree range. You wanted to say it tasted close to Colombian, but wasn’t quite right, before you reminded yourself you’re in Equestria now; all soils here were different from home and you couldn’t hope to place a damn thing without partaking in a number of more cups. Of course, the thought appealed to you greatly. Nothing in either world beat a good cup of coffee. The familiar rise in alertness had already begun.
“I really am happy you came, Corporal,” said Fluttershy, taking a dainty sip with a dainty sigh.
“Hey, I’m happy you offered. It’s been way too long since I’ve had any.”
“M...me too,” she squeaked, looking away.
You shot her a questioning look, asking, “Why? Can’t you just enjoy some by yourself?”
“Well, um, y...yeah, but it’s...it’s just n...not the same alone, is it?” she asked, still averting her eyes.
You furled your brow, studying the pastel yellow pegasus before you. You couldn’t see her eyes behind her mane. You frowned, then took another long sip, and couldn’t help but smile again. This is a good brew. Something wasn’t adding up, though. “I suppose, but alone or not, a little extra kick to start the morning goes a long, long ways.”
“Oh...my…” gasped Fluttershy, turning a little red.
“You okay, Flutters?”
“Y...yeah, I think so. Should we just get started, Corporal?” she asked, giving you doe eyes.
You stopped just before taking another heavenly sip. You gave her a second questioning look, inquiring, “Started? Didn’t we already…?”
Fluttershy got up from her seat and walked over to you. Patting you on the hand, she whispered, “Just come with me.”
Tentatively, you got up, taking the mug with you. You enjoyed the fantastic brew as you followed her up the stairs. The little pegasus definitely had more sway to her hips than usual, along with her tail brushing side-to-side more than before, showing off more of her than you’re used to seeing. At the top of the stairs, she beckoned you to enter the room first. Stepping in, you felt your brow scrunch up a second time within five minutes.
There are...things here...things you have heard of. Things you were not and still are not entirely comfortable thinking about being in Fluttershy’s possession, let alone neatly arrayed before you as they were then. She had a riding crop...a friggin’ pink, leopard-print riding crop. Why would that even exist in Equestria? The red ball, the hood, the rope…you didn’t know what the swing was about. And that was all you recognized. Plenty of other implements were beyond your ken. You didn’t want to think about them.
“What tickles your fancy?” cooed Fluttershy behind you. You turn to see her sauntering up to you with half-lidded eyes.
...lolwut…??
She continued, “I’m curious what you can do with these hands. I...I had nothing but hooves before.”
...oh. She meant that kind of cup of coffee….
“Um...Fluttershy...what is…?” you trailed off, unable to formulate another syllable at that moment.
Fluttershy, still giving you the bedroom eyes, asked, “First time, like this?”
You blurted, “Yeah….”
She raised her chin a moment, then began, “Okay, the basics are ‘safe, sane, and consensual.’ I prefer being submissive...”
Okay, Jesus, what the hell did I do to deserve this? What was my sin?
“...and I do like being tied-up before you get a bit of this,” purred Fluttershy as she hoisted her tail right out of the way. Round and jiggly, Fluttershy’s butt teased you as she smiled at you seductively. It...wasn’t right. This wasn’t the real McCoy; this was a pony’s posterior, not a woman’s. It wasn’t doing a thing for you.
How do I get out of this…?!
“Are you okay?” she asked, sounding concerned, and thankfully lowering her tail.
You emitted some nondescript noise, still unable to form syllables. Fluttershy stepped up to you. She reared up and placed her forehooves on your shoulders, her face full of concern. She brushed your cheek, and asked, “Too much, too fast?”
You just nodded, figuring that was a way to answer which wouldn’t be lost in your unresponsive vocal cords. She answered, “Let’s just start this off how we should have, then….”
Fluttershy leaned in and planted a big, sloppy kiss right on your lips. This...wasn’t what you were looking for, either. You tried to enjoy it as best as you could, but it just wasn’t working. She broke away from the kiss, with a small smile, saying, “I’ve seen it on your face, Corporal. You’ve needed companionship. You needed somepony, or someone. I’ve been lonely, too. I know I can’t replace a female human, but please, you don’t need to be alone. Be with me, at least for today.”
You nodded, meaning to convey you were listening before her words actually registered. You just turned a corner you didn’t want to.
...crap, crap, crap…! What now...uhh...Hail Mary, full of grace. Our Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou who can get me the hell out of this mess….
Smiling, she kissed you again. Nuzzling your cheek, she said, “Let’s just keep it simple this time. You are Corporal Punishment, right? So, tie me up and spank me, then you can...do whatever you want to me.”
I don’t think you really mean that, Fluttershy, but I am so going to do whatever I want. Heaven forgive for what I’m about to do….
She led you over to the bed. Taking the rope, you tie her on the bed, belly-down. You just keep it simple, one limb to each post of the bed. She whimpered a little in the knots. You looked around, trying to remember what was here. Since you didn’t feel like using your hand (just to keep her flesh away from yours), you grabbed the riding crop and gave her rump a thwack. She yelped, and cooed, “Oh, yes, Corporal, I’m such a naughty filly….”
Another whack, and she continued, “So bad, leading you out here without telling you what’s going on….”
A third. “Ooh, yeah, give me something to think about.”
And again. “Yes, make me pay….”
Oh...you’re about to….
A fifth stroke of the riding crop fell. She yowled a bit more that time. You left a red mark. She purred again, “Whatever you want….”
You dropped the riding crop. It clattered against the ground as you shook your head. You apologised, “I’m sorry, Fluttershy, this is just too damn weird.”
“Corporal, what’s wrong?” she asked. But you didn’t stop. You were already out the door and heading down the stairs. “Corporal, where are you going?”
You sighed at the bottom of the stairs. This was just too much. You looked down to see a furious white rabbit tapping his foot at you. Angel pointed back up the stairs. You shook your head at him and started for the door. He jumped in front of you, baring his teeth. Fluttershy called out again, “Corporal, please don’t leave...don’t leave me like this….”
You moved to step around the rabbit. He stepped to block you again, until a whimper sounded from upstairs. Angel stomped his foot in rage, enough you could have sworn he growled, before he darted up the stairs. You simply stepped toward the front door, then fell flat on your face. Wincing, you realise your feet were lassoed. Your right arm was tugged, and you feel a rope binding it to your feet, with you on your back. Angel bounded onto your chest; he had you hogtied. The rabbit looked you in the eye. He opened his mouth, and out came a contrabass, almost Satanic-sounding growl, “You will not leave her unsatisfied.”
Hyperventilating, you lay helpless, as the the evil white rabbit dragged you back up the stairs….