Public Places (Shy/Anon)

>You are Anonymous  For the last eight months you have been a resident in the town of Ponyville.  You’ve made many new friends, and begun a new life for yourself.  It was a little strange having ponies as neighbors, but after a while it gets to be routine.  However, things weren’t always as good as they are now.
>It all started down at one of the ponds in Everfree.
>You sat on the shore, preparing to roast your latest catch, a flounder-like fish.  Pretty unusual given that flounder don’t live in lakes, but considering the things you had seen since arriving, certainly not the strangest.  You had arrived in these woods several weeks ago, and managed to survive long enough to know how things worked in the woods.
>The muskrats were violent, but easy enough to scare off.
>The bears were territorial, but mostly harmless.
>The bird-cats preferred smaller, tree bound prey.
>And the lumber-dogs ate everything else.
>Pretty simple, but making a mistake would end with you in something’s gullet.
>Day time was relatively safe, so you took the opportunity to some food while you could.  And hope that nothing else turned you into chow in the process.
>You leaned in to fan some more air onto the fire, too focused on the blaze to hear her approach.  The frightened squeak put the hairs on the back of your neck on edge.  Glancing up, you saw her for the first time.  A cream colored mare with pink hair and wide eyes colored like the crests of waves, standing stock still, obviously terrified that she’d stumbled upon you.

>You took a long moment to stare at each other, the mare finally putting her hoof down and collecting herself.  You could feel her eyes roam over you, studying you.  You were doing the same, noting her small size and the wings on her back.
>You had seen flying bird-cats after all, so flying horses and pigs couldn’t be far behind.  Even with that thought in your mind you still jerked back a little when she spoke.
>“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were here.  I, I’ll just be going now.”
>Her voice was soft and reserved but clear.  She turned and began to walk back the way she came.
“No wait.”
>You don’t know what possessed you to speak.  She turned, those eyes regarding you with amazement.
“Please, stay with me.  Just for a while?”
>You suppose you really began adjusting to your new home at that point.  She introduced herself as Fluttershy, and after you introduced yourself, she assaulted you with any number of questions about what you were.  Apparently humans were non-existent at the time of your meeting, and since you haven’t seen any while living in Ponyville, you’re fine with the understanding that you’re the only Human in all of Equestria.
>After you finished your meal, and Fluttershy’s lengthy Q&A session, she invited you to stay with her for a little while.
>“It hardly seems safe for you to stay out here, I mean you don’t have fur or wings or deadly claws or supersharpfangsoror”
>She had squeaked a little at that, having worked herself up into a tizzy, dragging her hoof against the ground as she collected herself.
>“I just, think it would be better for you to come with me, so that you don’t eat anything poisonous, okay Anonymous?”

>For a few weeks after your arrival in Ponyville, you were a pretty big deal.  All the ponies wanted to get to know you, especially Fluttershy’s friends.  They were all extremely nice, and it made your shift from wild-man-in-the-forest to human-about-town much easier.
>And Fluttershy had bee supportive the entire way.  You still lived in her small cottage, a tight fit for the two of you, but you were happy, she was happy, and that’s all that really mattered.
>
>The pings from your hammer chime out through the stall you’ve rented out.  You wouldn’t have believed it if someone had told you, but you had a knack for metal and leather work.  Since this discovery, you’ve been taking odd jobs around town, from creating metal jewelry to repairing farming supplies.  After a rather robust swing of your hammer, you hear a sweetly gruff laugh.
>“Da’gum sugar cube, y’sure gallopin today!”
>You give Applejack a smile as you wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of your arm, smearing soot across your face in the process.
“Iron’s not gonna melt itself.  What can I do for ya AJ?”
>“Ah’m needin a repair job on some of my harnesses.  Looks like the rats done chewed through’em again.”
>You nod, reaching into her saddlebag and pulling the out the worn harnesses.  After inspecting each one, you sigh and turn to the orange pony.
“I don’t think a patch job is going to do it for much longer.  These harnesses are about worn out.  Pretty soon you’re going to need to bite the bit and get some new ones made.”

>Applejack snorts and tosses her head to the side, sending her mane flying.  You notice she’d braided it today, a nice change.  She didn’t like the sound of you up-charging her for new harnesses.  She didn’t like it when you said it on her last three visits either, but that was AJ.  For making as much money as the Apples did off the farm, she sure didn’t like to spend it.
>“You might be right.  If Ah place the order now could you hold’em for me?”
“Not a problem for you, AJ.”
>“Aw shucks Anon, yer sweeter ‘n Granny’s pies.”
>Laughing, you wave your hand in her direction.
“Just leave them here, I’ll get them back in one piece before you get back.”
>She nods a little and trots off, leaving you to your work.  Giving a small stretch, you turn your attention to the matter at hand.  You’re just finishing up the last of the harnesses as you hear the sound of soft muted breathing.  You smile a little.
>
>“I just don’t see why you keep letting that thing stay with you.”
>Rainbow Dash is upset.  Very, very upset.  And you can understand why.
>“Fluttershy, he’s a wild animal.  I know that animals are your thing, but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t dangerous.”
>She reaches across the table, placing her hoof over yours and gives you her best smile.
>“I worry about you, Shy.  You’re not tough enough to fight him off if he, goes a little cuckoo, I don’t think you’re fast enough to out fly him.  And he swings that big hammer around like it’s nothing.”
“Rainbow, you’re overreacting.  It, it was a one time thing.”
>“A one time thing that will go down in infamy at The Wing Stop, you were there, he got into a brawl with five pegasai, and beat them to a pulp.  He’s a loose cannon.”

>You blush, remembering the incident.  You realize Rainbow is only concerned for your well being, she likes Anonymous at least a little, he’s repaired her goggles enough times for them to be on speaking terms.  But, she doesn’t realize why he got into the fight in the first place.
>He’d done it for you.  The pegasai had come in and begun harassing you, tugging on your wings and telling you to turn them in if you were going to stay on the ground and never use them.
>You weren’t the best flier, you knew that, but it still hurt.  And they’d just kept on, and on, and on.  And then Anon came and, and he wasn’t allowed back at The Wing Stop.
>Ever.
“Rainbow, I’m sure Anonymous would never, ever, ever do anything to hurt anyone.  Unless, um, they, they really, um, deserved it...”
>You can hear your voice trail off with the second of half of that thought.  Rainbow gives a sad smile, as if you had just proved her point.  Maybe you had.
>“Fluttershy, he’s taking advantage of you.”
“Oh no, I enjoy his company.  He’s clever and smart, and he helps around the house.  But not with the animals, they don’t like him very much.  But with everything else, he’s a delight to have around.  I really like him a lot.”
>Rainbow’s staring at you by this point, her face scrunched up in thought.  You feel a small quiver roll through your flank as her eyes light up and her mouth drops open.
>“You, like him?”
“Rainbow Dash, please…”
>She cuts you off with a raised hoof.
>“You LIKE him?”
“Rainbowpleaselisten…”
>It’s useless; you feel your voice trail off as Rainbow sets in again.

“How can you LIKE somepony so, so violent?  You’re Fluttershy, the sweetest pony in Ponyville!”
>The entire attention of the restaurant is on the two of you now.  You can feel the eyes trying to piece together what their ears were hearing.  A small, helpless whimper escapes from the back of your throat, and that’s enough to get Dash to back off and realize how loud she was talking.
>You are thoroughly embarrassed as Rainbow Dash waves for the check, and continue to hide your face from the world as you both walk down the street.  The silence has been good for Dash, as she is finally ready to talk at an acceptable volume.
>“Fluttershy, are you really serious about liking Anon?”
>You manage a small nod.
>“Is”
>You can almost hear her choke on the words.
>“Is he your special somepony?”
>You blush and slide your hoof in small circles through the air.
“I-I don’t know about that, Rainbow.  But, being with Anon is so exciting, because I know he’s dangerous, but he makes me feel safe at the same time, like he’ll never let anything hurt me.  When he touches me, it sends me flying.”
>“Fluttershy, you can already fly.”
“Oh, no.  Not real flying, but he makes my hairs stand on end, and my heart beat like a drum, and it gets to be so I’m super sensitive, so it’s like I’m flying but I’m standing on the ground and ohmygoshRainbowit’ssoamazing!”
>You can feel your face flush, but not with embarrassment, the simple thought of his hand sliding down your neck and across your back to your flank sending chills throughout your entire body.  At that moment you realize you’re panting and give a quick shake, trying to regain your composure.

>“Fluttershy, are you okay?”
>You manage a weak nod, and feel like you’ve finally managed to calm yourself down.  Unfortunately, Rainbow Dash doesn’t seem convinced, so you continue.
“Yes.  I’m much better now that I’ve gotten through that.”
>Rainbow manages a small smile, though her concern is still evident.
>“Well it sounds like he’s your special somepony to me…”
>You flush again, shaking your head, feeling a flip in your stomach at the thought.
“Oh no, I don’t want to say that.  Not yet.”
>Your stomach twists again and, oh.  That wasn’t because of references to Anon being your special somepony.  You blush harder.  You should probably find him.  Quickly.
“I’m sorry Rainbow, but I have to go see Anon right away, I just, um, remembered, um, that I’m, picking up his lunch!”
>The cyan pegasus looks crestfallen.  You hope you haven’t hurt her feelings too bad, but you really have to find Anon!
>“Oh, okay.  See you around, Shy.”
>With goodbyes exchanged, you hurry towards Anonymous’ stall.  You can feel your back half squirming the entire way and, despite your attempts to hide your wiggling flank, you can hear ponies whispering.
>By the time you reach his stall, you’re panting and give a quiet groan as you see him right in the middle of repairing a harness.  Biting your lip, you resist the urge to hop in place and resign yourself to waiting.
>Five minutes later, he turns to you.
>
>The smile that breaks across Fluttershy’s face is enough to turn your heart to mush.  Her back leg is twitching, you can imagine why she’s here, but, why spoil the fun?  You give her a friendly smile.

“Hey Fluttershy, what brings you over to town?  I thought you were staying inside today.”
>“Oh, um, Rainbow Dash came by and wanted to have lunch and, talk.”
“How was that?”
>She give s a visible squirm, a slight tint spreading across her cheeks.
>“It was, nice.”
“Just nice?”
>“Nice.”
>She’s chewing on her lower lip by this point, pleading at you with her eyes.  You ignore it.
“Well, that’s good.  Say, what say I get cleaned up and we take a little walk.”
>“Oh, but…”
“Now now, no need for buts.  Just, give me a moment.”
>Pulling off your shirt, you dunk your arms in up to the shoulders.  The water is warm after the furnace has been running most of the day, but you don’t mind, pulling them up and splashing your chest and face, pulling the soot and dust away from your face.  It also has the added effect of leaving you dripping all over the place which, while uncomfortable, is making Fluttershy clench her teeth.  You shake your body a few times, knocking most of the water loose.
“There a problem Fluttershy?”
>She averts her eyes and mumbles something unintelligible.  You lean closer.
“What was that?”
>She glances up at you for an instant, then hides behind her mane again, whispering.  You only catch part of it.
>“S… go… please?”
“Sure, let’s go!”
>You grin, pulling on your shirt and leaving a stammering Fluttershy to catch up.  You don’t make it too far before you hear her trotting along, just behind you.  Chancing a glance back, you see her eyes are downcast.  You try again.
“Hey Shy?”
>She perks up.
“What’s the matter, huh?”

>Fluttershy immediately looks down again, but you can see her eyes flitting back and forth to the ponies passing on either side of her.  You sigh and shrug.  It’s another two minutes before you hear her wings flapping and she’s up next to your ear, whispering.
>“S-Sir?  Can, can I go to the bathroom?”
“Ate too much at lunch, didn’t you?”
>She gives a small whine in apology, frowning but remaining just behind you.
>“Please, sir?”
>You rub your chin and shrug.
“I mean, if you’d said so earlier, it wouldn’t be a problem.  But I had to pry what you wanted out of you, didn’t I?”
>“Yes sir.”
“And you know I don’t like prying.”
>She lowers her head and nods.
>“Yes sir.”
“So, no, not yet.”
>“Okay, sir.”
>The sound of her hooves against the ground soon returns, and you smile a little.  She didn’t even whine this time.  She’s beginning to figure out the rules.
>After a short walk, the two of you find yourselves alone.  Slipping behind a wooden fence, you check around and see that no one can see either of you.  You reach down and brush your fingers through her mane.  She arches her neck up to you as you do.  This seems like a good place.
“All right Fluttershy, now, what was it you wanted to do?”
>She blushes but manages an audible whisper this time.
>“I-I wanted your permission to use the bathroom, sir.”
“Well, I think that making me wait for your answer has a cost, don’t you?”
>She hides her face behind her hair, but you can see the outline of a smile on her lips.
>“Of course, sir.  I was, very, very bad, making you wait to hear what I wanted, and am prepared to accept my punishment whenever you are ready to give it to me, to ensure that I learn my lesson.”

“Well, I think now is a good time.”
>You can hear the pressure building in her throat as she gulps.
>“N-Now sir?”
>You nod and kneel down in front of her.
“First position, Fluttershy.”
>“Yes, sir.”
>She nods slowly, and drops her chest to the ground, lifting up her tail, presenting herself to you.  You curl your index finger and slide the knuckle down her rump.  You see her mouth open, but no sound comes out.  Hidden amongst the curtain that her tail creates around her flank, is a thin pink cord, sliding up into her anus. Wrapping the cord around your index and middle fingers, you give a slow, steady tug.
>Her breathing accelerates and you see a rumble in ribs, but she remains quiet as the cord slides out, bit by bit, until a glint of metal appears from her hole.  She is breathing hard now, arching her front lower and back end higher as you pull out the plug you had made for her.  It finally leaves with a silent pop as the girth frees itself from her.
>Fluttershy remains in first poison, quivering and attempting to catch her breath.  Finally, her eyes meet yours.  You can tell she’s thinking of asking you again.  You give her a moment.  She seizes the opportunity.
>“Sir, may I use the bathroom now?”
>You shake your head, and she lets out a deep breath.
“Fifth position, Fluttershy.”
>“Yes sir.”
>Her voice is soft, despite the overwhelming need she feels to relieve herself.  She lifts herself from the ground and turning to face you.  Using her mouth and tongue, she unbuttons your pants and pulls them down to your ankles, having a little trouble with your kneeling state, but working through it.  She then does the same with your boxers, freeing you to the cool spring air.

“Third position.”
>She appears confused, but turns, facing away from you again and opening her mouth.  Reaching into your pocket, you pull out her bit and one of Applejack’s harnesses that you brought along ‘just in case’.  Sliding the harness over her, you connect it to the bit, and have her bite down on it.  After you secure the bit, she turns to you, smiling.  It would be hard not to with the bit in her mouth though.
>“Hank ewe, Suhh.”
>You wait a long moment, and Fluttershy simply stares up at you, her hind parts twitching occasionally, but never asking the question that’s on her mind.  You slide your hand down her fetlock and watch her quiver.
“Good job, Shy.  Second position.”
Nodding again, she turns her back to you.  With a grunt, Fluttershy is up in the air, and looking over her shoulder, descending with care, always checking her position.  Finally, she feels you pressing against her anus.  While her body stiffens, her wings continue flapping, and she looks back into your eyes.
>“S-sekun poitin Suhh.”
“Atta girl.”
>Sliding your hands up her sides, you pull her down onto your length, Fluttershy managing an excited squeal as you enter her.  Despite the large plug in her earlier, she tightens around you with ease, working herself from side to side as you slide deeper.  When you’re finally up to the hilt, she gives a satisfied sigh, arching her back, and tightening herself up around you in the process.  It only lasts a moment, but it makes you smile.
“So, Shy?”
>“Mhmmf?”
“You have permission to relieve yourself.”
>She glances back at you in surprise, taking a moment to flex around you again.
>“Heah?
“Here.  Right now.”

>You can see her wheels turning, she’s glancing around, afraid that someone’s going to see the two of you.  Kind of amusing, considering you’re already deep inside of her, and now she’s getting anxious.
>In response, you nearly pull out of her, before pulling her back down into your lap.  She gives a quiet grunt, and you repeat the process.  Over, and over.  You can tell she’s still excited by this, she’s eagerly milking you each time you slide out, but she’s still not finding her own relief.
“What’s the matter, Fluttershy.  I said you could.”
>She glances back at you, eyes brimming with tears.
>“Ah’m sked…”
>You give a brief nod and bury your face in her mane, getting the mare to shout and tighten up suddenly.  Nodding against her skin, you smile.
“I’m right here with you, Fluttershy.  You don’t have to be afraid, you know that.  Just, let go.”
>From your position, you can feel her take a deep breath before nodding.  You begin pumping again.  She squirms.  She twists.  You can hear her gasping around the bit.  Her cries become more enthusiastic, wings spreading as she arches back far enough to make eye contact with you.  The bit forces her to smile, but you can see that joyful glint in her eyes as she seizes up around you, before letting out a cry one would never expect from the quiet, timid Fluttershy.
“Atta girl.”
>She convulses around you, even as she relieves herself.  A heavy sigh of satisfaction escapes her lips, and her wings relax, settling back down to their resting position.  You slide your fingers along her sides, and she giggles a little, her breathing returning to normal.
“Better?”

>She glances over her shoulder and gives you a satisfied smile and nods.
>“Yeth Suhh.”
>As you slide out of her, she gives a small whimper and a sigh.  Placing her back down on the ground, you slide a hand through her mane.
“Need to take care of anything else?”
>She shakes her head after a moment of thought and returns to looking up at you.
>“Noh Suhh.”
“Well, lets go ahead and get this off of you then, okay?”
>She nods, and you go through the process of unhooking the bit and harness, placing both of them back in your pocket.  Fluttershy stretches a little, and then looks up, expectantly.
“Position one.”
>She squees and presents herself to you.  A few short pushes, and the plug is inside of her again.  There is a heavy sigh as you release her, and she flaps her wings, bringing her face to face with you.  Leaning forward, she rubs her cheek against yours.
>“Thank you very much, Sir.”
“Have you learned your lesson?”
>You open the door and allow Fluttershy to walk alongside you as you head back into town.  Her eyes are bright, and she seems filled with a new confidence.
>“Oh yes, sir.  I should be more open with my needs, so that you can give me exactly what I need instead of having to guess.  And…”
>Her voice trails off as you begin to encounter ponies.  You walk in silence for a few minutes, and then rest your hand on her head.
“I think you’ve learned enough for today.”
>“No!”
>You jump a little at the squeak, and some of the other ponies turn as well.  She averts her eyes and tries to summon the courage to speak.
>“I, I mean, no sir.”
>Her voice is quiet, barely above a whisper.  You lean in closer, genuinely curious.

>“Sir, um, when I was with Rainbow Dash today, she, she found out that I like you.  I really really like you, Anon, and she kept saying that you were my special somepony.  But, I think, you’re more than that to me.  And, I’d like to think that, I’m more than your special somepony too.  I, I want to learn all I can from you, Sir.”
 >You smile and slide a finger down along her mane, making her, but bring a smile back to her face.
“That sounds like a really good idea to me, Shy.”
>The two of you set off towards your stall, a lightness in your step.  You just hope Applejack hasn’t been waiting too long.
>
“Hooie!  Yer something else Anon, these harnesses look almost bran’new!”
>“Sorry I wasn’t back when you came by, Applejack, Fluttershy needed my help with something.”
>Anonymous gives you a big smile.  It’s infectious, and you stomp your hoof in approval.
“That’s no big deal, I’m jus happy it’s done.”
>You hand over the bits and he places the harnesses in the saddle bag.  As you begin to walk off, he calls after you.
>“Applejack, hold on!”
>You turn, and see him holding another harness.
>“I forgot that I’d taken this with me when I went to help Fluttershy.”
>That Anon, sometimes you think he’d forget his head if it weren’t attached to his shoulders.  You allow him to open the pack and place it inside.  You turn to leave, but pause as a scent assaults your nostrils.  Heavy, musky, and strangely familiar.
“Uh, d’y’all smell that?”
>You sniff the air again.  Anonymous gives you a shrug, and Fluttershy looks like she’s about to turn a whole new shade of red.  Shaking your head, you shrug it off as nothing and lift your hoof to wave to the pair.

“Don’t you forget about my order of harnesses now, Anon!  I’ll see y’all later, 'n don’t work too hard now, y’hear?”
>
>After your friend is a safe distance away, you glance up at Anon.  There’s a tinge in your belly again as you process everything you just heard.
“Um, Sir?”
>Anon gives you a slight grin.
“Th-that wasn’t, your harness?”
>“Nope.”
“Then, I…”
>“Yup.”
“All while in Applejack’s…”
>“Yup.”
“And you gave it back to her without cleaning it?”
>By this point his grin is eating up the lower half of his face.  Still, he places a hand on the back of your neck and you sigh.  Snuggling up to him, you watch Applejack leave and shake your head.  Sometimes, he was too much for you.
>You take a moment to lean into his hand as he begins to scratch.
>But, sometimes, too much is just enough.