Flutterbutt

>Leaning against a building in the town square, which is alive with buyers and merchants.
>Notice a small rose and yellow figure flitting down slowly from the sky.
>You can detect the scents of fresh flowers, of wood, of animals.
>With her mane hiding her face, the pale pastel pegasus lands softly on her hooves and folds her wings in a few swift movements.
>She trots carefully toward the shop you're leaning against.
>You realize you're leaning against the pet store, and you step out of the way for her.
>She unintentionally brushes her plot past your hand.
>It's oddly soft, and it's just the flank where her cutie mark was emblazoned.
>Once you've gotten a sample of it, you and your nervous system yearn for more.
Later, you see her exit, weighed down by bulging saddlebags.
"Woah there, Fluttershy... You want some help with those bags? They look pretty heavy.
>She starts, and looks up at you with wide teal eyes.
>"Oh, thank you sir, but I think I can manage."
"No, I insist. It seems you'd have a long ways to trot from here, and not to be offensive but it would be a hardship to fly.
>After a moment, she nods and exchanges a few words of agreement.
>You carefully assist her in unbuckling her bags, one hand, keeping you steady, gently on a plot cheek.
>It's warm and seemingly plush, and it takes infinite willpower to withstand not groping it here in public.
>Sighing internally, you slip them off her lower back and sling them about your shoulders instead.
>It isn't too heavy, but then again she's no weight lifter.
>She leads you through town square, running a couple more errands before leaving the buzz of Ponyville.
>The quietness of a stretch of woods with a path winding off into the distance is to the left of the two of you as you approach the bridge.
>Paranoid, she flies over it, while you make all kinds of creaks on the arch of wood as you stroll across.
>You approach her cottage, and the sounds of animals sounds.
>From far off the sound of the bear she'd performed extreme chiropractic practices on was snoring under a tree, leaned against the large base of the trunk.
>Dodging shrubbery, she flutters up and takes her bags from you, and falls instantaneously.
>Murmuring something about gravity, she enters the house and closes the door behind her.
>Two samplers, and you hungered for the real thing, to be able to delve your hand, fingers in all, into her lush plot.
>You pondered in your mind how to achieve this goal as you wandered home.