Topiary (Garden Anon) Pt. 3

>New work day in Equestria
>Last night was amazing
>So wonderful
>Get ready for the day with a song
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLg8SilorNk
 >You know it’s a love song, but you love it regardless
>In a way it reminds you of back home
>The coffee you drink is bitter and disgusting…usually
>Today it’s like 1,000 angels massaging your taste buds as the warm swill glides down your throat
>The caffeine is a double-shot of:
>FUCK YEAH LETS MANICURE THE HELL OUT OF ALL THE LAWNS IN PONYVILLE!
>You slam the mug down and yawp at the “Bureau of Equestrian Revenue” label
>The song ends and you put the player into your pocket
 >Put on your work shoes….er…shoe…
Where’s the other one?
>You catch the red sneaker in the corner of your eye in the sink
>Oh yeah.
>You slip it on and go outside
>Check the book
>Plant flowers for Rarity, grass cutting at Lyra’s
Who?
>And scribbled in the margin: bedroom stuff-Fluttershy’s
Celestia-damn it…
>You’ve never said that before. Everyone else does here though
>Never again
>You have no idea what is in store for you…workwise anyways
>You head to the shed and get some things you might need for her job: hammer, pipe wrench, cross-cut saw…
>Head to Rarity’s with the flowers you’ve been growing
>You dig a few holes in the soil to plant some vibrant white tulips
>You have nurtured these since you’ve been here
>They grew naturally near your house and really helped your loneliness for the first few months
>But you would never let anyone know that
>”Oh Anon, daring, these are simply divine! They really make the place stand out, don’t they?”
Absolutely, Rarity. Just make sure to water them while they’re still fresh or they’ll die. And uh…try to keep that mailmare away from these.
>That Derpy girl. She has a bad habit of eating the new flowers. Not so much the white ones, but the colored ones
>She’s a nice pony and all…she just doesn’t seems to know better
>”Oh right, absolutely Anon. These are too beautiful!”
>Rarity and you have an arrangement; you do her yard work and she makes your clothes. She doesn’t like getting dirty, and you don’t like being naked. Sweet deal.
>Off to Lyra’s house
>You had to ask Rarity how to get there...and you are still puzzled as to who Lyra is
>You arrive a few blocks down and knock on the door
>It opens
>OH SHIT.
>It’s her
>”Oh, hello….ANON!” Lyra exclaims
>It’s that mint one. The one who relentlessly bothered you when you arrived in Ponyville when finally her…girlfriend… or whatever threatened to do a break up/eviction thing
I’m here to mow now
>”Well well well…look who’s here to use those…big, strong hands to help poor little Lyra
>”It’s been a long time, Anon…too long
Look LYRA…
>You emphasize her name to beat it into your brain so you don’t forget it again
 I’m just here to mow the grass. I don’t want this to develop into something huge. I don’t want this to turn into what happened after I came here. I don’t need hoof taps on my windows so Ill move the curtains, or you trying to toss balls at my face so I’ll catch them, or watching me write things down. Now, you called me here because you need help, so can I start now?
>”Lyra…get back in here, let Anon work”
>That must be here…friend in the other room
>Lyra is obviously mad at your speech and her friend’s pleas
>”Fine. Work. But someday, I’ll get my hooves on you.”
>You will never hear that statement again ever
>You make brisk work of the grass
>What a shock
>Now…off to Fluttershy’s…
>Grab the miscellaneous tools and head to the overgrown cottage
>You knock on the door, and Fluttershy opens it
>”Oh h-hi, Anon…I wasn’t expecting you so soon…I didn’t even get a chance to get dressed…”
>She’s naked all the time. Except now she’s wearing a robe, with her left shoulder slipping out of it
>”I h-hope you don’t mind”
>She looks up at you with her eyes
>Her words are similar to what Twilight said yesterday…
No…not at all. What exactly is the problem?
>You let yourself in
>”It’s m-my bed…”
Your bed?
>”Y-yeah…it’s a little…”
>She whispers, “…empty…”
>You’re confused if you heard it correctly, but shrug it off
Okay. Let’s have a look then
>You arrive in Fluttereshy’s bedroom. It’s what you expected: fluffy comforter, silky pillows, gentle pink walls, a cold bottle of wine with two glasses
>”Maybe she’s…expecting someone else”, you think to yourself
So…what is the actual problem? Is it squeaking, is there a loose floorboard or something?
>”Well…I think I dropped something under the bed, but I can’t reach it”
>Makes sense…you shouldn’t have assumed the worse. She can’t do anything about it, she’s a pony
>You lay on the floor and stretch to retrieve a book from under the bed
>FUCK. A few inches to short as you groan to reach it
>JUST
>A LITTLE
GOT IT!
>You hand the book to Fluttershy
>”Oh thank you so much, Anonymous! I’ve been dying to read this…”
Oh? You like to read?
>Maybe Fluttershy isn’t such a weirdo after all
>”Oh! Y-yes…I absolutely love to read lots of books…”
>”…the bigger the better…”
I enjoy a good book too; what do you have there?
>You reach for the paper, but Fluttershy recoils
>”A-are you turned on yet?”
What?
>”Pretty pony’s who read is your fetish, isn’t it?”
>You are confused
>Did Fluttershy drag you here to seduce you?
>”N-now…time for some f-fun…come to mama…”
>Fluttershy gives you bedroom eyes as she removes her robe sensually, slowly revealing her legs and flank
>As the robe hits the floor, Fluttershy lets out a pouty “…oops…”
>You stand there and watch this…weird scene unfold
>”So Anonymous…are you going to take me?”
>You grab the book off the ground
>”Canterlot Crosswords and 99 Other Games”
Fluttershy…
>You pinch the bridge of your nose and bend down to her eye level
This isn’t exactly what we should be doing…
>She corrects herself and leans in for a kiss
>Lips puckered, “I-I’m r-ready for love, Anonymous…”
>She stands there for a while, awaiting you
>And a bit longer…
Fluttershy…
>Still holding it
Fluttershy. You are a nice pony and everything, but I don’t feel…that way for you. You are very kind and attractive, but I likeTwilight.
>Fluttershy peeks one eye open to see if you’re going to change your mind and kiss her
And Im very sorry, but you have to understand that.
>She stares at the floor, defeated
>”o-okay….”
>You feel bad, but what can you do?
Thank you for understanding. We’re still neighbors though; nothing can change that!
>You try to alleviate the pain
>”…I guess…”
>You hug Fluttershy and pack up your tools
>She walks you to the door; you make sure she’s okay one last time before you depart
>You have a strange feeling in your stomach. Did you do the wrong thing?
>Probably not
>Sure you could have gotten some kinky sex from a damaged-goods mare
>That isn’t your style. Never was
>You arrive home to find a note taped to your door
>”You have been invited to a PARTY!”
>You open it
>Glitter falls out all over the kitchen floor
Welp.
>It’s an invitation to a party Pinkie Pie is throwing at Twilights…some kind of…
>Who cares! This is your chance!
>You can let her see you can shake your grove thing
>And also embarrass yourself with your awful vocabulary
>Maybe you’ll make everything official
>Provided you don’t make an ass of yourself
I need something to wear
>Off to Rarity’s for something fancy
>Or casual
>Of whatever. She’s up on the new trends
>And you’re obviously behind in both fashion and lingo
>Lingo is cool isn’t it?
>You take the long way to town, lest you run into
>Fucking Fluttershy