Fetish-shy, Perfume

> fluttershy wakes up next morning
> she's got a smile that it seems to me reminds me of childhood memories
> bid her good morning, and goodbye as she walks out the door
> figure, she's not so bad after all
> a little misguided, but not so bad
> feels like a suit wearing day
> put it on
> strut around town, feeling good about myself
> pay fluttershy a visit
> she's reading when I knock on the door
> "oh..oh anon, it's you"
is it? I forgot who I was
> she chuckles at bad joke
> "would you like to come in?"
sure, why not
> she marks page in her book, and sets it aside
> "so...what brings you around here"
I was thinking about you
> "oh, really?"
and how you seem to work so hard, just to impress me
> "well.....I try"
and I thought, why not give her a chance, just this once
> "that's awfully kind of you"
so, do you want to know how to win me over?
> "oh..more than anything"
friendship
> "r-really?"
yup. I want a connection, I don't want sex appeal
> "why didn't you tell me?"
I was hoping that you'd try it, instead of all these crazy fetishes
> "i-is it too late?"
I don't see why it has to be
> she throws her arms around me
> "oh thank you so much anon"
> catch a whiff of something
> shampoo from last night?
> no, something else
> perfume
> "anon?"
yes, fluttershy?
> "would you go beyond friendship for me?"
maybe...
> exit hug
> she goes in for the kiss
> don't stop her
> there's that perfume again
> smells lovely
> return the kiss
> wait a minute
> break off kiss
something's wrong here
> waft of perfume
> maybe not
no, no, something's definitely wrong
> "what's wrong anon?"
your perfume
> "do you like it?"
it's not my fetish
> catch one last hit of perfume before I leave
> have to admit, smelled really damned good