Fluttershy/Anon marital problems

>You don't really remember what was going on.
>It was a blur, but you can gather bits and pieces.
>Five years, yes.
>You were married five years to Fluttershy and things always seemed... Nice.
>Just nice.
>It was a comfortable lifestyle with her, calm and peaceful.
>Almost too peaceful.
>You were both 'happy' together.
>Or she was at least.
>Things were just so plain.
>You longed for some excitement, even once in a while.
>Something to make you want to go back to the simple life in Fluttershy's cottage.
>You got a job after a few months and settled on that being enough time away from home to make you want the comfort of your quiet wife's company.
>Working as a mover in Ponyville gave you good exposure to more ponies.
>The hard work left you drained and ready for the nice night with your wife.
>But five years of this was wearing thin.
>"Um, Anon, honey? You seem a bit... Distant. Is.. Is anything wrong?"
"Fluttershy? Let's just go on a vacation."
>"A vacation? B-But why? I mean, we can't just... Go."
"Let's do a second honeymoon. Come on. It feels like we haven't done anything worth talking about in years."
>Fluttershy looks a bit down.
>"W-Well, I guess we could... If you're really feeling like things are so boring..."
>Fluttershy always had a way to give a retort, even if it was a passive aggressive one slipped in under her normal shy demeanor.
>You hug the pegasus softly against your chest, getting a squeak and a slow snuggle in return.
"Let's just have a spontaneous, crazy trip. Like Las Pegasus. We talked about going there, once."
>"Just us? I'm sure Rainbow and Rarity would like to come too..."
"We could make a little getaway, sure! We'll get the whole gang together. But I do want some time with you just to enjoy it all."
>Fluttershy gives you some sheepish looks, but slowly warms up to the idea.
>You both threw together the plan rather haphazardly and pitched it to the rest of the group.
>It took some work but together you managed to talk everyone into it.
>That was last month.
>Now you're here sitting on the balcony in the Honeymoon Suite and you can hardly remember why you even were here.
>Where was Fluttershy?
>Or the rest of the group?
>The room was thoroughly trashed, bottles strewn about, broken furniture, water overflowing from the bathroom and spilling into the foyer.
>How'd we even think we could aford this penthouse suite?
>What made you drink so much?
>You pick your way to the bathroom to shut off the water.
>Pinkie Pie is asleep in the tub.
>You do what you can to wake her but she kicks her hoof out and barely misses your head.
>The pain in your head is throbbing from the hangover.
>You wander through the room and push out the front door to enter the hallway, stumbling down the path to the elevator.
>The fuck happened?
>You bang on the doors of some of the other rooms.
>Pinkie was supposed to be with AJ and Rarity.
>Dash and Twi were bunking up with Spike in their room too.
>The door slowly swings open with Applejack looking like she lost a fight with a lawnmower and having saddlebags for eyes.
>"Ugh... Howdy..."
"AJ, what the hell happened."
>"Ya'll got us drunk, that's what happened!"
"I mean what the hell did we do?"
>Rarity is sprawled out on the bed with a take out box of egg foo young spilled on her belly, snoring loudly.
>Twilight is picking around the room, looking under boxes and discarded trashcans for Spike.
>"Ah don't remember, jus' a lot of... Shee-oot, what DID we drink?"
>"My head feels like Pinkie is playing a drum solo non-stop..."
>Twilight looks worse than AJ, probably from not drinking or partying hard at all. Ever.
"Have you seen Fluttershy or Rainbow Dash? Pinkie is asleep in my bathtub..."
>The other two shake their heads.
>Fuck.
>You turn and stumble back into the hallway, moving for the elevator. Feeling around in your pockets, you find your smartphone.
>An audio note flickers on the screen.
>You enter the elevator as you press play...
>You hear what sounds like carnival tunes blaring through the crackling speaker.
>There's a few loud bangs in the background, clanging noises like a fence gate shutting and opening.
>"What else can I get for ya?"
"Double on the rocks, gimme your best in-house scotch."
>There was a faint pouring of liquor into a glass.
>A sound squeaked over everything, probably a chair badly in need of oil.
>"So, Anon, you married?"
>It was some girly voice, but you weren't familiar.
"Yeah, yeah... My ball and chain's here somewhere."
>"Aww, too bad! You seem cute."
"Hey, hey now! Just cause I'm on a diet doesn't mean I can't sample the menu..."
>You feel a pang of guilt in your gut. Or maybe it's the remnants of the alcohol.
>You fast forward the recording a bit.
>"You feelin' it yet?"
>"I don't know, man... I think this place is getting to me."
>"We came here lookin' for the Equestrian dream! Now we hit the main nerve and you wanna quit?"
>"That's just it, man... I think I'm getting 'the Fear'..."
>"Nonsense, calm down! You'll be fine in a few hours."
>"No, I gotta get out of here. How many bits ya got?"
>"Not much."
>"Come with me, I gotta go. If we don't get out of here soon, I'm gonna kill somepony!"
>"Alright, we'll pay this bill, get up very slowly, and-"
>There was a crash of a stool.
"You okay man?"
>"He's fine, he's just, drunk."
"I think you need to take care of him."
>Images flash of the circus carousel bar with the balding pony with a cigarette and the tanned mess of a pony that was tripping balls next to him.
>More stools crash as some waitress screams, and some bouncer ponies pull the stallion out of the bar.
>You stop the playback as you hit the lobby level.
>You move to the main counter and ask if there was any word from Rainbow Dash or Fluttershy.
>"Sorry, Mr. Anon, but we've not heard anything about those two mares."
"Please try and get a hold of them as soon as you can."
>The attendant nods as you stumble into the blazing sunlight of Las Pegasus.
>The sun beats down on your face as you look up and around, searching for any sign of your wife or her compatriot.
>You pull out the phone and open the pictures, flipping through some of the more recent ones.
>You grimace at the sight of your group entering some place called "The Stockyard"
>You hail a cab and travel to the location.
"Oh, fuck."
>The place is probably the seediest looking business you've ever seen, signs up all over.
>"Mares in season, 24/7!"
>"Stallions always in a rut!"
>You weakly push open the door and move inside.
>"Oh, hell no. You get out RIGHT NOW!"
>Some stallion tries to push you back out the door.
>"You almost burned this place down! Get out of my club!"
"Wait, come on! I need help!"
>"Fuck you, no help! You get out now before I call police again!"
"I don't know what the hell happened! I can't find my wife!"
>The stallion slowed his pushing. "Who your wife? The blue one? She upstairs."
"Blue one? Rainbow isn't-"
>The stallion yelled something in another language as Rainbow Dash stumbled down the stairs in a cabaret showgirl dress with frills.
>"She did good! Many stallion pay good money to see her."
>That mother fucker didn't.
>"Anon, I just want to go home." Rainbow Dash looked to be a mixture of scared and exhausted.
>You pull our coat off and drape it around her, pulling her out the door with you.
"Rainbow are you-"
>"You don't say anything to anypony about this, ever. EVER."
>You nod.
"What happens in Las Pegasus, stays in Las Pegasus."
>You and Rainbow Dash walk up the sidewalk, ducking down into an alley to dump her outfit into a dumpster.
"Do you remember anything about what happened?"
>"I woke up with a few empty bottles and some other mares."
"You weren't uhh... 'Used' were you?"
>Rainbow Dash shoots you an indignant look.
>"No, but I don't think it's cool to be left in some strip club!"
"I'm still trying to find Fluttershy!"
>"You lost HER?"
"I woke up like everyone else, without a fucking clue what happened. I've been looking at-"
>You snap your phone out of your pocket again, flipping through to other pictures.
>"Oh, you have got to be buckin' kidding me... You have PICTURES?"
"Not for long. I'm gonna burn this thing after we find Fluttershy."
>"Still not soon enough."
>You and Rainbow Dash look at the pictures.
>The last picture on the list is from the revolving bar at the Lucky 38.
>You both look up to the needle with the large platform restaurant, and turn to rush inside.
>Rainbow Dash flew up outside to look on the exterior of the dome as you entered the elevator up.
>When you arrive, the top floor is rather quiet. A few bus ponies are clearing tables.
>"Oh, it's you."
>The bartender waves you over.
>"You guys had a hell of a bar tab!"
"Did you see us leave with a yellow pegasus?"
>"Nope."
>You hang your head as you see Rainbow Dash look in from the window. You shake your head to her, and she dives down again.
>"She fell asleep."
"...What?"
>The bartender picks up a phone and dials a number.
>"We sometimes get real party animals like you... When they pass out, we tack on a room charge and put them in one of the vacancies."
"That doesn't seem very fair."
>"Well it's nicer than putting them out on the street."
>Fair point.
>Soon, a hotel attendant brings up your sleepy-eyed yellow-
"...Spitfire?"
>"Ugh... Captain Spit-... What the hell did we drink-"
"Don't ask. We're still finding out. Have you seen Fluttershy?"
>"I remember getting an invite from Rainbow Dash to come up and party with you guys, then passing out after a few bottles of... Something."
>So where the hell did Fluttershy go?
>Rainbow Dash flew in, landing nearby and exchanging a few mannerisms with Spitfire.
"There's gotta be something else..."
>You flip through the pictures, digging deeper into the night of extreme alcohol poisoning.
>A video clip opens on your phone.
>"Okay, this is our renewing vows! Fluttershy!"
>Your mumbly little pegasus lover stumbles back and forth with heavy blush in her cheeks.
>"I do. Hehehe..."
>"Not yet, silly..."
>"Oh, I'm sorry. Just... Tipsy."
>You watch the drunken ceremony you both enact, and then the phone cuts to black.
"Dash, has anyone checked the roof?"
>You look to each other and hustle down the lift again, mashing the button to try and hurry the car down the chute.
>Both of you haul ass along the street back to the hotel, Rainbow Dash pulling up as you dodge around the corner of the door to get on the elevator.
>Traveling up 20 floors you burst into the hall, spinning to sprint to the stairwell.
>You throw the roof door open and meet Rainbow Dash on the roof, combing the area for Fluttershy.
>"A-Anon?"
>Fluttershy is curled up under one of your jackets, snuggled into it under a vent.
"Fluttershy!"
>"I don't feel so good..."
"None of us do. But I feel better now that we found you."
>Fluttershy stirs and stands up, slowly trotting over to you.
>Her head hangs sleepily as she gives a few hiccups.
>You curl your arms around her before she falls somewhat limp in your embrace, snoring cutely.
"I think maybe we should all go back down to the rooms..."
>You pick up Fluttershy, carrying her down to your room with the rest of the group having partially recovered.
>You take your phone out, cringing at the thought of reviewing everything.
"Let's agree none of this ever happened."
>The group all nodded in unison.
"Now, let's just... See how bad it all was..."

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>You request a room transfer for your last night to sleep off this bad memory.
>Twilight abused her position to comp the damages.
>You all pile into one room and you get the fold out couch with Fluttershy.
>"So... This was, um... Quite the vacation..."
"Yes, the week that never happened."
>You both share some sheepish looks and smile.
>"Are things really boring for you at home?"
>Fluttershy looks a bit saddened.
"It's... Boring is the wrong word. I'm never bored with you, honeybee."
>She gave a little flit of her wing and blushed.
>She liked that name.
"It's the day to day stuff. I like a good routine and the structure of it. Chaotic lifestyle isn't one for me."
>"Oh, do you not like Discord's visits?"
>That cheeky mother fucker.
>He got under your skin sometimes but he was a laugh and a half.
"No, he's not what I meant. I mean I don't like random, no rhyme or reason days without some kind of rough plan or schedule."
>"Oh. So, um, what's wrong with it?"
"We just don't do enough other things. A change in venues would be nice rather than just dinner with salad and Angel giving you lip every night."
>"W-Well, you don't really say anything... I do get a little bored too."
"Maybe we should try-"
>"M-Mating."
>Fluttershy was rather red, but she was pulling closer to you.
>It had been a while.
>Maybe months.
>It was always a bit difficult for you because of how she fussed during sex.
>She wasn't demanding as a partner but she always seemed so fragile.
>Your intimate life was more innocent and cuddly, feelsy love.
>It made you warm inside but there was always that desire for raw, physical, carnal love.
"You don't have to do something like that if you don't like it, honeybee."
>"W-Well, m-maybe I should have said something too."
"...I'm listening."
>She buries her head against your chest.
>"I like when you get rough with me."
>She says this in a rushed whisper.
>"S-So when we get back home... I want you to ride me like Seabiscuit."
>You're left somewhat speechless.
>Fluttershy is looking up at you with her cheeks red as two ripe tomatoes.
"Well then."
>Awkward silence.
>"I d-don't want you to feel obligated to-"
>You lean down and shut her up with a kiss, pulling her against you tightly.
>She squirms in surprise, but soon melts to your oral assault as you deepen your passionate exchange.
>"M-Maybe if we're quiet we can..."
"The gang is in the room with us. I don't even know if they're asleep."
>"...I want them to see."
>You glance over to the other ponies in the room.
>Applehorse is the closest but snores like a failing tractor.
>Dash is sawing logs on the floor.
>Rarity and Twilight are in the other bed with Spike
>Pinkie migrated to the tub of this room.
"Let's still be quiet."
>Fluttershy moves her body to slide on top of you.
>It was always easier for her to be on top because of her wings.
>Not that you really complained.
>Going at it from behind her always felt odd when she went limp or lowered her head.
>You shifted around to better align yourself with her body while you embraced her.
>Her hooves curled around your shoulders while you wiggled out of your shorts.
>You could feel her heat against your groin, and the way she wanted the risk of being seen? Pretty hot.
>Your quiet shuffling is soon made louder by several smacking kisses, sucking at her muzzle as your bodies rub against one another.
>Fluttershy holds still as you move your hips up to penetrate her supple marehood.
>Your hand covers her mouth before she can let out a sound beyond her gasping whimpers.
>Your slow pace tortures her as she struggles on top of you while you sink deeper inside.
>You remove your hand once your hips meet, fully inside her.
>Her forelegs pull hard against you as she attacks your mouth with her own.
>Your bodies grinding moves your shaft in her tunnel as you both do your best to keep the noise down to vulgar panting and drooling over one another.
>Her body seizes up as you press against a particular area inside her, unable to stop a loud squeaky gasp from being heard.
>You both freeze, hearing one of the others shuffle around.
>Dash stirs and yawns, stumbling to the bathroom.
>Your bodies remain inert, save for heavy breathing.
>The toilet flushes and Dash trots back to her pillow and flops down like a ton of bricks.
>A yawn.
>Grumbling breaths.
>She's snoring again.
>Fluttershy stares at you.
>You stare back.
>You pull each other back into the deep, passionate kissing as your hips move against one another.
>Fluttershy is starting to get louder.
>Even with your tongue in her mouth she moans out from her throat with delight.
>The couch is starting to shake as you both get lost in the pleasure of each other's bodies.
>She breaks away from your kiss, panting down at you.
>"A-Anon~!"
"Fluttershy..!"
>You both clutch each other tightly as you reach a mutual climax, your seed spewing deep into her body as her folds clench and soak your groin in her juices.
>Moments pass as you stare at each other, panting as sweat beads on your brow.
>"Ya'll finished with yer rodeo?"
>Both of you jerk your gaze to the side, looking at Applejack's eyes staring at you.
>"N-No. As a matter of fact..."
>Fluttershy moves her hips in a forceful buck.
>"We were just getting started!"
>Applejack goes wide eyed as you let out a twitchy groan from your post coitus sensitivity.
>"Ya'll got no shame."
>"Well if you don't wanna watch, then don't look!"
>Fluttershy starts riding you again, giving no fucks about making noise.
"Hey, Applejack... Remember."
>"Wuzzat?"
"What happens in Las Pegasus, STAYS in Las Pegasus."
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>Two weeks later
>Your sex life has become much more active.
>AJ makes sure to give you some ribbing whenever you and Fluttershy go off somewhere alone.
>No one else gets why AJ makes comments about you two sneaking off.
>Your weekends are a little more spontaneous as you decided on a fun little idea.
>You made some dice game for deciding your little evening fun.
>This week it was 'Dinner and a Movie' and 'Manehattan'.
>You both fudged the interpretation of 'Movie' and went for a show instead.
>Train ride back to Ponyville
"I think these weekend trips are just what we needed."
>"It is nice to get out more. We should maybe ease up on it though..."
"Why's that?"
>"Well, it's adding up pretty quick... We've spent more bits this month than last year entirely...
>You think about just how expensive it was.
>Las Pegasus was quite a drain.
>Three round trip train rides weren't cheap either being last minute bookings.
>Hotels and nice meals weren't exactly budget friendly either.
>You settle in to the seat and wrap your arms around her.
"Yeah, we have been getting a bit crazy."
>"I really have fun with these trips though, Nonnybear."
>She nuzzles your cheek.
"It'll be fine. It always works out for us doesn't it?"

>Two months pass without your little trips.
>You finally clear your debts and have your savings regain some positive balances.
>Fluttershy has been a bit sick lately.
>"Umm... A-Anon..."
"What is it, honeybee?"
>"It's Umm... A-A... It's a foal."
"Wait what."
>"I went to the doctor and... I'm, Umm, I'm pregnant."
"But, how? We've had sex plenty of times in the past, and never-"
>"I haven't been in estrus during most of it..."
"Oh. So then when you-"
>"I can be horny even when my body doesn't tell me to."
>You can't really complain.
>You don't have the same kind of cyclic urges she does.
>The realization hits you that your wife is pregnant.
>Your mind kicks into overdrive.
>Mild panic.
>Apprehension.
>Paternal joy.