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- >You are Fluttershy.
- >You are shy and you flutter about.
- >Recently you’ve been fluttering about the new arrival in P0nyville.
- >He’s absolutely gorgeous, but you can’t bring yourself to talk to him.
- >He’s not a p0ny, and he’s so tall.
- >He’s an animal called a Human, but he can talk!
- >It’s like he was made for you...
- >To combine your calling for all animals with one who can speak... He’s perfect!
- >He’s also really handsome...
- >Today is the day that you’re going to talk to him.
- >You start your day as usual.
- >You wake up, have your shower, then feed the animals.
- >You always have breakfast after them. They’re so hungry when you wake up that you couldn’t bear to eat before them.
- >After breakfast you compose yourself.
- >This is the day.
- >You will talk to Anon!
- >You put on your best dress, one that your friend Rarity made.
- >It’s sure to attract his attention!
- >You step out your door and instantly shy away from the big mean world.
- >This is because you weren’t expecting the world to be entirely pink.
- >Nor were you expecting it to be shaped like your friend Pinkie Pie.
- >The world talks to you.
- >”Good morning, Fluttershy! I’m here with an invitation to a party today! Do you wanna come?”
- >You’d answer, but unfortunately your fainting goat syndrome has kicked in.
- >You’re lying on the ground, petrified.
- >”You silly filly! You can’t come to the party on the ground like that! That’s how you’re supposed to end up AFTER the party!”
- >Pinkie Pie giggles and starts bouncing away.
- >”I’ll see you later, Fluttershy! You’re always a laugh-riot!”
- >You’re still on the floor when Angel comes and kicks you in square in the plot.
- >This snaps you out of your paralysis.
- >This is because the pleasure reminds you of what you want Anon to do to you.
- >Angel grumbles and struggles to remove his foot from your cooch.
- >You can’t help but moan as he frees himself with an audible *pop*.
- >He’s so good to you.
- >He scowls at you and points out the door.
- >He’s reminding you about your intention to go into town.
- >He shakes some of your juices off his foot.
- “O-oh! Of course. Thanks for reminding me, Angel!”
- >You pick yourself up off the floor.
- >You trot forward on wobbly legs, then decide to fly your way into town.
- >You arrive above P0nyville and scan the scene below for Anon.
- >You easily pick him out from the mass of pastel coloured p0nies going about their daily business.
- >He’s in the town square, surrounded by a few p0nies of familiar shades.
- >You can see Twilight Sparkle, Applejack and Pinkie Pie at least.
- >He always attracts a few p0nies wherever he goes.
- >He’s so dreamy...
- >You shake yourself out of your stupor and descend to join the girls.
- >You arrive just as Twilight is in one of her rants.
- >”That’s impossible! Magistein theory states that there are eight elements. Light, dark, fire, water, lightning, earth, wind and ice. So your “Motorized carriages” couldn’t have possibly exi-“
- >Anon has yet again cut Twilight off.
- >Anon says he raised horses and p0nies on earth.
- >It’s really interesting, though you’ve never talked to him directly about it.
- >But he carries around sugarcubes and apples to feed to p0nies.
- >Like the sugarcube he just fed to Twilight while she had her mouth open.
- >He has a habit of doing that.
- >When we p0nies get a treat like a sugarcube, we can’t help ourselves. We have to chew it.
- >Twilight scowls while she works her jaw.
- >She’s one of the p0nies that takes offence to Anon’s treatment.
- >Which is probably why Anon feeds her so often. He thinks he’s appeasing her temper.
- >It seemingly does the opposite to Twilight though.
- >While she chews he kneels down next to her and scratches her behind her ear.
- >Her scowl disappears as she’s flooded with nothing but blissful satisfaction.
- >You’ve heard about the joys of Anon’s scratching before.
- >Just imagining it makes you feel all melty inside.
- >You blush as you regard the arousing scene in front of you.
- >Pinkie Pie and Applejack also have their eyes transfixed on the spectacle.
- >Oh no! You can feel your wings rising...
- >And your tail is lifting!
- >If only Angel hadn’t worked you up this morning...
- >Luckily nobody is looking at you.
- >You’re always quite unremarkable in a crowd.
- >In any case, all the p0nies in the area are looking at Anon and Twilight.
- >Twilight hums and sighs at Anon’s soothing motions.
- >Even her tail is lifting.
- >You can smell the pheromones in the air from everyp0ny’s arousal.
- >Anon just smiles warmly at Twilight.
- >You can’t help but imagine how Anon will take care of you. Shower you with affection.
- >Love you.
- >That’s why you came to town.
- >To confess your feelings to him.
- >You snap yourself out of your daze and start to walk towards him.
- >But you’re beaten by Pinkie Pie.
- >In a very uncharacteristic way, she wobbles over to Anon.
- >She quite shyly and quietly asks,
- >”A-anon... Could you scratch me next?”
- >Anon turns to her and says in his deep, manly voice,
- >”Of course, Pinkie.”
- >Oh sweet Celestia, you almost lost it right then and there.
- >Anon stops tending to Twilight, who looks quite distressed.
- >”No! Don’t... stop...” She protests weakly.
- >Anon pulls out another sugarcube and holds it in front of Pinkie.
- >She obediently eats the treat, and Anon kneels next to her with a brush.
- >With one hand he scratches behind her ear, and with the other he brushes her coat.
- >He knows how to take care of p0nies so well!
- >P0nies have really sensitive coats.
- >Anon comparatively has quite dull senses.
- >But the equivalent sensitivity on his body is only found at his fingertips.
- >It seems to alien to you.
- >Twilight quickly regains her senses and remembers what happened before she was interrupted.
- >”Anon! Y-you idiot! What have I told you about doing that to p0nies! Y-you’re so annoying! Stop that! P0nies aren’t animals! Stop treating us like that!”
- >She’s furious.
- >Anon simply smiles that wonderful smile of his at her.
- >”Well it seems like some p0nies like it, and that’s all that matters.”
- >Pinkie is squirming with delight, as she feels Anon’s dextrous hands on her body.
- >Her hind leg is tapping the floor involuntarily.
- >”S-stop it, Anon! You j-jerk! We can’t help it when you do that!”
- >Anon doesn’t stop, but Twilight’s shouting spurs the onlooking p0nies to go back to their daily business, their sense of shame driving them away from Anon.
- >”Now, now, Twilah. Anon doesn’t mean no harm. He’s just not used to us p0nies yet. And besides, I don’t see no problems with havin’ a little harmless fun.” Applejack explains.
- >You can’t help but notice that Applejack is sporting a huge blush on her face.
- >Anon finishes brushing Pinkie’s coat at this, and stops scratching her ear too.
- >She whines at this.
- >”I-it’s rude! And it’s not like I l-like it or anything... Ooh... Anon! You make me so angry!”
- >Twilight huffs and puffs and stomps off in anger.
- >You can’t help but notice that she’s leaving a faint trail of shimmering drops, cascading from underneath her tail.
- >Methinks the lady doth protest too much.
- >However, you also don’t want to be embarrassed in public, and clamp your tail down over your privates.
- >You can feel yourself winking anyway, but you try to ignore it.
- >This is it.
- >You’re finally going to talk to him!
- >You approach.
- >You can smell his divine scent from here...
- >No! You have to focus!
- “H-hello, Anon...” You mumble.
- >Your heart is beating so hard in your chest you can feel it.
- >Partly out of nerves, partly out of arousal.
- >He turns to you and smiles his debonair smile.
- >It makes you weak at the knees.
- >”Ah, my dear Fluttershy. What a pleasure to finally meet you.”
- >He knows you!
- >Oh your gosh! HE KNOWS YOU!
- >You can only squeak in response.
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- >”Your friends have told me all about you! I’m so glad to finally speak to you. I knew you were shy, so I didn’t try to persue you. Ah, but I’m being rude. How may I be of service to you?”
- >He’s so... eloquent.
- >And you didn’t imagine he’d be so... tall.
- >You knew how tall he was, but seeing him up close is something else.
- >You can feel your wings snap to your sides.
- >You’re actually scared now!
- >He’s so big and strong and...
- “Eep!”
- >He notices your discomfort and kneels down to you.
- >”There, there, Fluttershy. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
- >He reaches into his pouch and pulls out an apple.
- >You’ve dreamed of this moment so many times! You never thought it would actually happen!
- >He places the apple in front of your mouth, and you instinctively bite into it.
- >It’s sweet and juicy.
- >It makes you feel happy to be given such a lovely gift.
- >However, it’s distracted you from what he’s doing.
- >He’s moved closer to your side.
- >His free hand, fingers splayed, runs through your mane.
- >It feels so relaxing to have him close.
- >His big, strong, dextrous fingers work their magic on you, calming you almost instantly.
- >You can’t help but nuzzle into his chest as he does his work.
- >You could stay like this forever...
- >”Feeling better, Fluttershy?”
- “Yes.” You squeak.
- >”Good. I’m glad. You see, I had something to ask you.”
- >He wanted to speak to you, yes! That was what he said.
- “O-oh?”
- >You can hear his heartbeat through his chest. It feels so good to be so close to him.
- >”Yes, you see... I’ve been looking for a special p0ny.”
- >Could it be...?
- >Does he feel the same way about you?!
- >”So I was wanting to ask you... Would you like to come to my house tomorrow?”
- >YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES
- “Yes! I’d love to!”
- >You’ve never been so sure of anything in your life!
- >”That’s great. I’ll see you tomorrow and you can be My Little P0ny.”
- >That’s it. You can’t take anymore.
- >The situation overwhelms you and you can feel oblivion creep into the edges of your vision and your mind.
- >Your vision finally turns black as you feel gravity’s grip on your body.
- >You tumble into unconsciousness as you faint.
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