Cries and Whispers - Chapter 1

>You’re sitting across from Fluttershy at an upscale restaurant,
>donning your suit while she shifts around in a pale-green dress.
>Your fourth date in three weeks, you think you’re really hitting it off with this pony –
>the quiet and reserved type, to be sure, but a type you much prefer to histrionics and drama.
>Plus, she’s just interesting.”
“So, Fluttershy, you ever been to this place before?”
>Looking around, and at the prices on the menu, it’s easily the classiest place in Ponyville –
>dusky mahogany walls and furniture everywhere and such.
>Not that it has much competition.
>”Once… my friend Rarity took me along on a double date once, but it didn’t go well.”
>That seems to be a common thread whenever her romantic life is brought up.
>You should change the subject.
“Well, you know the place better than I. What do you recommend?”
>”Last time, we had the eggplant parmesan. It was… okay. I don’t really like eggplant.”
>You take a sip of your iced tea, resting your hand on your chin,
>and look into Fluttershy’s pale blue eyes as she turns down to scan a menu.
>Aside from a light blush, she’s not one for makeup; nor do you think she much needs it.
>Fluttershy is a very pretty pony.
>A server in one of those false-chest-tux things arrives at your table.
>Addressing Fluttershy, he inquires, ”Do you know what you will be having tonight, madam?”
>”Oh, um…” Fluttershy scans the pages once more. You take the diplomatic approach.
“What would you recommend?”
>”Our special tonight is almond and feta-stuffed artichokes,
>with an option of French onion or cream of mushroom soup.”
>You just so happen to love French onion soup.
“What do you think, Fluttershy?”
>”Artichokes sound good… I’ll have an order with the onion soup, please.”
>Sweet Celestia, she’s perfect.
“I’ll have the same.”
>The server curtly  nods and takes your menus away, and you’re left alone with Fluttershy once again.
>She’s loosened up over these past few dates, but it still takes a bit of insistence to carry a conversation.
“So, Fluttershy, how are the animals?”
>”They’re doing well. A sparrow couple just had hatchlings, and that bear I was telling you about got over his flu.”
“That’s good. How many hatchlings was that?”
>”I think four… I didn’t get too close to the nest, of course, their mama wouldn’t have liked that.”
“That’s sweet… always had a thing for nature back in my world. Nothing too serious, though.”
 “So,”
>you begin with a grin,
“you said Rarity brought you here on a double date?”
>”Oh… yeah.” Fluttershy averts her eyes, clearly uncomfortable with your prodding.
>You’re about to chalk your question up to a mistake when she speaks out of nowhere.
>”He was a Pegasus on the weather team, like most of us in Ponyville are.
>Rainbow Dash suggested I go out with him, and Rarity set us up.
>All he did was make dirty jokes, asked me questions about flight school,
>and I just froze… acted like a helpless school filly. most stallions on the weather team are really athletic like that.”
“He doesn’t sound particularly athletic. Sounds like a jerk.”
>She giggles a bit at your jest, but her features soon harden.
>”Yeah… I’ve never been a typical Pegasus. Rainbow Dash probably wouldn’t like me if we hadn’t met as fillies.”
“Nonsense, Fluttershy. You’ve got a super important special talent, and I’d say you’re unique.”
>That brightens her up visibly. “Unique…?”
“Yeah. I mean, Dash is the best flier in Ponyville,
but I’d say probably most Pegasi are trying to compete with her on some level.
You’ve made a completely different life for yourself, that’s something to be proud of.”
>”Oh, Anonymous.” Her adorable reddened cheeks warm your heart.
>A unicorn levitating a tray of plates arrives at your table, gently laying them onto your place settings.
>This artichoke smells positively scrumptious, and the two of you dig in.
***
>You cheerily step out of the restaurant with close behind into a torrential downpour of rain.
>Rushing back inside, you’re already drenched from head to toe,
>and the hostess is shooting you a very upset look.
“Wait, doesn’t Rainbow Dash schedule the weather? When does this get over with?”
>”I…  I forgot to check today, I’ve been so busy… I’m sorry, Anonymous, this is –”
“Don’t worry about it, Shy. Hey, take this.”
>You slip out of your rain-soaked jacket, shaking out as much moisture as you can,
>before you sling it over Fluttershy’s shoulders and tie the sleeves around her neck.
>”But I can’t fly like this.”
“You really think you’d  be able to fly safe in that storm? I’m walking you home.”
>”Really? But your house is –“
“It doesn’t matter. Getting you home is more important.”
>She is right, though. You live clear on the other side of Ponyville.
>Still, Fluttershy’s house is probably about the best place you could end up with a terrible cold right now.
>You take off your nice loafers and tuck them under your arm,
>now barefoot in the only tuxedo shirt and slacks you own.
>Giving her an encouraging nod, you open the door for Fluttershy,
>the both of you running through the empty streets, staying under awnings as often as possible,
>though it’s a largely futile gesture in the end.
>Thunder booms intermittently and the howling winds nearly knock you over,
>but ponies of any sort are naturally good runners, and you make good time to the last house in Ponyville proper.
>Taking a second to catch your breath under the last shelter before the road to Fluttershy’s cottage,
>you take a quick look at your companion.
>Well, at least her coat isn’t soaked, but there are downsides to having such a thick and lush mane.
>She looks up at you and nods, and the both of you run out down the muddy road,
>sprinting the quarter mile or so to the cottage on the edge of the Everfree Forest.
>Fluttershy reaches her home first, and opens the door for you as you collapse on the carpet in the entryway.
 ***
>An hour later, you’re sitting in Fluttershy’s kitchen,
>nursing a cup of hot tea with a towel draped over your bare back.
>Human clothing isn’t a common household item, and with the storm still raging,
>you had no option but to dry your pants as best you could and hang your shirt up on a pole.
>Fluttershy seemed a bit nervous as she headed into her bathroom;
>perhaps she’s just cold, though of course, the significance of your presence can’t have been lost on her.
>As you idly thumb through veterinary books, you hear a door open behind you,
>and feel a warm wave of steam against  your bare back.
>You turn in your chair.
>Fluttershy’s wearing a fuzzy white and purple bathrobe;
>her loose, wet mane falling lazily down to her shoulders.
>She doesn’t say a word, but her cheeks are furiously red as she stands before you in full view,
>and slips the bathrobe off of her body.
>Purely symbolic, of course, but also richly so.
>You stand and step towards the beautiful golden mare;
>she’s rubbing her leg with the other hoof, face turned away in reticence or embarrassment.
>You kneel down to eye-level, turn her head towards your face,
>and kiss Fluttershy sweetly on the lips, likely for the first time in her life.
>After many heavy seconds, you pull away, and the yellow Pegasus is speechless.
>Forming an idea, you walk back to your chair and pick up the towel,
>then you walk over to Fluttershy and begin drying her very wet hair.
“You shouldn’t let your mane stay damp.”
>As you helpfully brush the moisture out of her magenta mane,
>Fluttershy wears the widest smile you’ve ever seen.
***
>”Um, Anonymous…”
>You’re kneeling on her bed in your boxers, the nude Pegasus sitting across from you.
“Yes, Fluttershy?”
>”I-I’ve never done this before, you see.”
>You could’ve guessed, but you keep your comments to yourself.
>”So… where do we start?”
>You know just the thing – slipping out of your boxers, you reveal your floppy, semi-erect penis,
>and Fluttershy is enthralled, eyes widening into saucers as she climbs down to get a close look.
>All this attention on its own is giving you a stiffy.
>”Wow, I’ve never seen a penis up close… before. Well not on ponies. Or humans. I guess.”
>She offers up a cute little smile, and you rub her behind the ear, which causes her to blush once more.
“Why don’t  you taste it?”
>”*EEP* – um, are you sure about that?”
“Why not? I know you’re curious.”
>She doesn’t answer, and instead takes a slow, hesitant lick up the bottom of your shaft.
>”Wow… it’s so hard, Anonymous. Ponies don’t get like this. D-do humans, um, flare?”
“Nope. This is as big as it gets, but it should be enough don’t you think?”
>You give her a flirtatious wink, at which she blushes even further.
>The nearly tomato tinted pony takes another taste of your cock,
>and this time you gently take her head in your hands,
>guiding it fully into her mouth. She makes slow, tentative gestures toward giving you a “blowjob”,
>and while the stimulation is lacking, the cuteness of her naiveté is absolutely worth it.
“Don’t be afraid to use your tongue a little more, Fluttershy. Feels good when you do that.”
>She nods, and her tongue clumsily bathes your dick as she takes it deeper into her mouth;
>simply to let her practice if nothing else, you lie back in the bed,
>letting her blow you at her own pace while you take a few minutes to relax.
>She’s remarkably quiet at this, at least compared to the human women you’ve been with.
“Shy? I think that’s good for now.”
>”Hm?” She looks up at you and releases your penis.
>You sit up and give her another kiss; she seems, well, shy about this part,
>but you suspect she enjoys it every bit as much as you.
“So, you ready?”
>”Um, I guess…”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”
>You take her and lay her down on her back, and she spreads her back legs to give you access;
>a pair of plush, perky teats, surprisingly dark where her coat recedes to reveal bare skin,
>sit above a modest, glistening pussy, also black for the lack of a pale yellow coat.
>What most intrigues you, though, is the dainty, puckered hole beneath even that, just above the base of her tail.
>Hmm.
>”Is it gonna hurt? I heard most mares bleed the first time…”
>Well, you wouldn’t want to hurt your dear Fluttershy, would you?
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem, Fluttershy.”
>She looks puzzled, but seems to trust your confident smile.
>You position yourself above her, lining up your cock with her sopping pussy;
>an arm on the pillow beside her head, you’ve got a perfect view for taking her innocence.
>She bites her lip as you slide your cock along her dark, equine slit, eyes closed in anticipation.
>You prod your penis against her vagina, on the verge of plunging in, when she shouts –
>”Ah! Please… it’ll hurt, I know it’ll hurt Anonymous, don’t –“
“Fluttershy.”
>Your forceful address silences the panicking pony.
“I promise, we can do this so that it doesn’t hurt at all for you. You just have to trust me.”
>She calms down, still very nervous, and nods meekly.
“Shh… It’ll be all right.”
>Whispering softly into her ear, you slide your throbbing, spit-slicked penis deep into her ass.
>”AAAhh! W-what are you doing, t-that’s the wrong…”
>You plant your lips onto hers, holding her head in your hands,
>and drive your penis deep into the depths of her soft, warm, wonderful butt.
>Explaining this would be prolix and pointless;
>you’ll just fuck the objections out of her.
>You ramp up your speed, but you make a point not to be rough,
>sliding your cock into and out of her ass slowly but insistently.
>Soon, she relaxes, and the anxious worry of her voice melts into a low, sultry moan.
>You break off your kiss, and Fluttershy is in a daze,
>breathing heavily and silently under the spell of your rhythmic motions.
>You sit up for better leverage, pulling her flanks onto your cock as you slam into her depths,
>and her drooling pussy reveals she loves this every bit as much as you do;
>her thighs spasm as her clitoris winks in and out repeatedly,
>and you fondle the large, fleshy button with your fingers,
>further amplifying Fluttershy’s orgasms as you do her harder and longer than any stallion ever could.
>You’re quickly approaching a peak of your own, so you hug Fluttershy close,
>stealing a kiss as you hilt yourself into her colon,
>the overwhelming tightness sending you over the edge; a flood of semen pours into her,
>and she cries out once more as your massive stamina reaches its limit.
>Your limp, tired cock slides out of her,
>and the both of you are panting, exhausted wrecks as you sit there on her bed.
>You look down at her groin, clitoris still twitching weakly, and you lean down and fondle it with your finger;
>Fluttershy’s squeal of pleasure is the sweetest thing you’ve heard in years.
>Taking the chance to clean her up, you go into her bathroom and grab a towel,
>patting away any stray semen or female ejaculate from her yellow coat.
>Confident she’s cleaned up from your fun, you lay beside her, and fall into a deep, happy sleep.
***
>”Anon… wake up. I made you breakfast.”
>Your eyes snap open to a bright sunny day in Fluttershy’s bedroom; the Pegasus is standing beside you,
>and a tray of eggs, hash browns and hot tea is lying on the end table.
“Woah… you could’ve gotten me up sooner, I would’ve helped you.
>”No, no. I… wanted to thank you, for everything last night.
>I don’t know any stallion who would’ve taken me home like that… or have been so considerate in, well… you know.”
>You sit up, and Fluttershy blushes as you both realize you’re still naked.
>”That was the best night of my life. Um… gosh, I don’t know what to say…”
“It’s fine, Fluttershy. Could you grab my shirt from the living room?”
>”Of course, Anonymous.”
>She trots out, and you take the chance to get up and put on your pants;
>grabbing the tray of breakfast, you try Fluttershy’s home cooking.
>Not bad… she does live alone, after all. The tea is a bit weak, though.
>”Here you are, Anonymous.”
>She walks back in with your shirt, which you take from her back and slip into.
>Rarity’s probably the only person in Ponyville able to dry clean your suit,
>but that’s the last thing on your mind as Fluttershy sits with you, snuggling against your side.
>”How is it, Anonymous?”
“Really good – tea’s a little weak for my taste, but I like the eggs. Do ponies normally eat eggs?”
>”Hmm… not often, but we can. Normally only me and Applejack have them on hand.”
>Interesting. Ponies aren’t entirely vegan, as you’d first thought.
“So, Fluttershy. Today’s a Saturday. Do you want to take a stroll through town?
I have to visit Rarity’s anyhow, to get my clothes cleaned.”
>”Oh! That sounds like fun. Do you want me to wear anything?”
>Huh? That’s a bit strange.
“You don’t usually wear anything for a normal day, do you?”
>”Well, no… but, I guess I was just –“
“What do you have?”
>You scarf down the last bit of potatoes and lay the tray on the table.
>”Um,  you can see my closet, Anonymous. Do you want me to get that for you?”
“Uh, sure thing, Fluttershy.”
>She’s being rather helpful, with all the favors and such.
>You peek into her closet, seeing a row of light, modest dresses for every occasion;
>you pick out a light, pale-pink sundress of silk, and when Fluttershy returns to her room empty handed, you ask,
“What do you think of this one?”
>”Ooh, I haven’t worn that in a while. Do you like it?”
>You guess she’s trying to look pretty for you. Not necessary, but you appreciate the gesture.
“Sure, Fluttershy. Matches your hair.”
>She beams at that, and you instinctually walk out to give her privacy,
>only realizing the silliness of such a thing once you’re out of her bedroom.
>You wander into her kitchen, examining her cutlery and utensils as she steps out of her bedroom.
>The magenta garment drapes over her features gracefully,
>and Fluttershy presents an image of refinement and class approaching Rarity.
>You tuck in your shirt and straighten your collar, grabbing your soggy jacket and draping it over your shoulder.
“You ready?”
>”Yeah.”
***
>The streets of Ponyville are bustling with activity,
>vendors peddling their wares and citizens enjoying a clear weekend afternoon;
>Sugarcube Corner is rather busy, customers entering and leaving with warm pastries and warmer smiles.
>Colgate, Derpy Hooves, Bon Bon, Applejack. Faces and names,
>but nothing compared to your dear Fluttershy, trotting happily at your side as you take in the sights.
>“So, Anonymous. Do most humans dress like you?”
“Oh, uh, well, no, not really. There are different styles in all different cultures, billions of human beings.
This style is pretty popular as formalwear for men, though most of the time everyone dresses a lot more simply.”
>”I can’t imagine wearing clothes all the time… I’m sure Rarity would love it in your world.”
“Well, ponies have coats. We obviously don’t have such a luxury,
so clothes are more of a necessity. Usually.”
>”Usually?”
“Oh, never mind, Fluttershy. We have to stop at my place so I can get changed. That okay?”
>”Oh, of course, Anonymous.
>You soon reach your small house on an off-road from the main boulevard;
>twisting your key in its lock, you step inside.
>Not much to look at. Kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and some nebulous space in the middle,
>but you really don’t mind. At least it’s easy to keep tidy.
“I’m going to get changed. Make yourself at home, Shy.”
>You see her wandering into the kitchen while you shut your bedroom door,
>taking out a crisp white T-shirt and a pair of jeans and sneakers.
>Yeah… nothing too exciting, but it works to keep a roof over your head.
>Stuffing the soiled formalwear into a bag,
>you step back out to find Fluttershy examining one of your belongings.
“You like it?”
>”Oh!” she turns around, surprised, before looking back at a useless lump of aluminum and glass.
>Ponies certainly have electricity, but none of the outlets fit your charger.
>Maybe you could get Twilight to build you an adapter, but even then,
>playing flash games all day long doesn’t sound like the most productive idea.
>But Fluttershy seems fascinated by your old phone, merely as a trinket.
“Doesn’t work anymore. Could fix it up, but… nah. D’you want it?”
>”Huh?? Um… s-sure. It’s pretty.”
>It’s not like you’ve got any standing to judge what someone finds  pretty,
>so she slips the phone into a pocket of her dress and the two of  you take your leave.
>You arrive at Carousel Boutique around 3 PM, and enter first, holding open the door for Fluttershy as she follows.
>She tends to prefer entering spaces behind you, probably more as a matter of temperament than etiquette,
>and you see no harm in it if it makes her more comfortable.
>”Ah! Anonymous, Fluttershy, welcome. How are you two?”
>Rarity has quite enjoyed your little courtship,
>Fluttershy being her good friend and you being her most interesting customer.
“We’re very well, Rarity. I, uh, I know it’s Saturday, but I have an order to make.
It isn’t urgent, and I can wait ‘till next week if need be, but…”
>You open the bag and show her the soiled jacket, and her eyes bug out in disbelief.
>”Anonymous, how did you…”
“It rained last night, remember? We happened to forget the time and had to run through it to get home.
I was wondering if you could dry-clean this for me.”
>”Certainly, certainly, I…” she takes a good look at Fluttershy for the first time.
>”Oh, what a beautiful dress, darling! I haven’t seen you wear that since before the Gala.”
>”Um, thanks.” Fluttershy’s blushing and grinning at the compliment from her friend.
“Anyway, I can just leave these here with you and you’ll take care of them?”
>”M-hm.” Rarity paces over to her accounting book.
>“That’ll be thirty bits, darling. Your clothes will be ready by Tuesday at the latest.”
>You piece out three ten-piece coins and hand them to her, Rarity levitating them into an open lockbox.
>She then takes the bag of dirty clothes and floats them into a back room,
>before coming back in and addressing the two of you.
>”I was just about to have a late lunch – you two have plans for the afternoon, I presume?”
“Not really. We can join you.”
>”That sounds like fun!”
***
>That was QUITE fun.
>You step out of the bar, and somehow it’s become eight o’clock in the evening;
>Fluttershy is quite tipsy, though luckily pony alcohol is weak enough not to have affected you much.
>The dark streets of Ponyville are empty, save for other patrons trickling out of the place at irregular intervals.
>Rarity had stayed behind, doubtless looking to end her night with a stallion,
>though Fluttershy had been uncomfortable with the noise and crowd for the past hour.
>”A-anon… Nonymous.” She bumps into your side.
“Yes, Fluttershy?”
>”We going home?”
“Yeah, I was gonna take you home, if…”
>She barely catches herself from falling over; the walk to the cottage is quite a long way.
“You know, why don’t you stay over at my place? It’s much closer.”
>”That’s a good idea.” Her laconic drawl turns everything into a somber pronouncement.
>You keep a hand on her withers as you head for your house, luckily, not two blocks away.
>Fluttershy is more vocally drunk than physically, even considering the lightweight frame of Pegasi.
>She is slightly tall as far as mares go.
>You open your door for the second time today, and Fluttershy wobbles inside,
>plopping down on your couch to right her head.
>You head into the kitchen and take a preliminary draught of headache medicine,
>mixing another into a glass of tea for Fluttershy before stepping back into your living room.
“Fluttershy, drink this for me.”
>”Uh? Of course..” she sets the warm liquid back like it was nothing.
“That’ll help in the morning if you feel sick.”
>”Oh, cool. Thanks.”
“Want me to help you out of your dress?”
>”Sure thing.” She steps up off the couch, and you delicately undo the dress for her, laying it on the table.
“I, uh, I think we should go to bed.”
>”You wanna sleep with me?”
>That caught you a bit off guard.
“Huh? I wasn’t thinking about it.”
>”It’s…. it’s okay. I’m your marefriend, you’re supposed to, after all.”
>SUPPOSED to is a bit strange, before you think about pony gender norms for a second;
>a bit messed up in the grand scheme, but you really don’t mind if Fluttershy’s okay with it.
>Fluttershy enters your room and floats onto the unmade bed, while you strip off your clothes and follow her.
>And just as you’re about to pounce, you hear a deep, lazy snore that puts the brakes on everything.
>Well, perhaps it’s for the best.
>You climb into bed, brushing the golden pony’s beautiful mane, and plant a kiss on her forehead.
>”Hm?” she’s half-awake, and you wrap your arms around her in a cuddle before shushing her to sleep,
>your heads resting together on the old cotton pillow.
“I love you, Fluttershy.”