[Anon in EqG] Slice of Lovershy

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMFTtwf_LB0
>Fucking English class!
>You push away your book and rest your elbows on the table, laying your head into your hands.
>”Anon, please.” Fluttershy does her best on comforting you. “You can do this. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” She rests a hand on your shoulder.
>You swiftly get up, shaking off her sympathy.
“It’s hard, okay?”
>You hear the chair squeak, knowing that she’s getting up.
>”We can do it -- YOU can do it!” She tries to say in an uplifting voice, but still sounds like her usual low toned self.
>You turn around, unwilling to change your anger, even if her ridiculous attempt to cheer you on does give you some sort of spark.
>She backs down and rubs her wrists.
>”I’m sorry if I’m not Pinkie Pie. I… I just want you to know that you can get through this.”
“I feel like I’m wasting your time. Maybe you should go, I’ll take the F tomorrow morning.”
>”No, I won’t.” She grabs your hand and begins to walk back to the table with you trailing right behind her. “You’ve went through this before, and I’m sure you can get through this now..”
>She sits back down, but you don’t.
>You just look at her putting everything back the way it was on the table.
>The rough drafts, your book and laptop, all neatly set in your side.
>She patiently waits for you to sit back down.
“You know and I know that the teacher back at high school let me pass the class with a C out of pity, I have no doubt that he didn’t want me back in that school for one more year.”
>”Anon...” she looks at you with dread in her eyes.
“Look, it doesn’t even matter. You’re already going through your electives with ease and I’m barely passing the general courses!” You shove the books and papers off the table.
>”Anon!” She screams out of fury. “Come on, mister. Help me clean this mess.”
>She bends down and starts to pick up the scattered papers.
>You sigh, helping her out by making sure that they are in order.
>Well, in a certain order, she has some of the other ones that are misaligning the order.
>”What has gotten into you?”
>Your arms grow limp, worried that your anger has finally made its way.
>You get up and set the papers on the table.
“I’m… afraid.”
>”About?” She gets back up and gazes into your eyes, concerned about what’s troubling you.
“Everything.”
>”Uhm… maybe tell me what all of it is?”
>You sit back down, thinking on where to start.
“I feel like I’m getting nothing done. Hell, I failed Calculus class twice, and I’m about to fail English class to boot!” You start to grab your hair. “I thought when high school was over, all of this would be behind me.” You let go and lay back in your chair. “But no. It’s the shame shit, but a different day.”
>She sits by your side, waiting.
>”What else is bothering you?
>You take a deep breath, fearing for what you have in store for her.
“I feel as if I’m getting nothing done. You know, like I haven’t made any progress. And to make matters worse is that I’m failing everyone; my family, and you.”
>You hang your head in shame, refusing to look at her.
>You hear the chair squeak once more and you’re wrapped into Fluttershy’s arms.
>”Anon, don’t think that.” She gives you clear reassurance by giving a long, firm kiss on your lips. “You haven’t failed anyone, and you most certainly haven’t failed me.” She re-adjusts herself to sit on your lap.
“If only that was the case for my family. I can feel the heat from my parents; always judging me if I’ll find something to do in my life, and even doubting our relationship.”
>”Well, that’s their problem. I’m still happy to be with you, and it will always stay that way.”
>You smile and return the kiss that she gave you.
“Thank you, I really needed that.”
>”And I’m starting to think that you need a break from all of the hard work that you’re doing. How about, uh, you and I just ‘relax’ in your room for a while~?”
“I would, but I really should finish this.”
>”Awww. Well, alrighty then.” She gets off and winks at you. “Just don’t keep me waiting~” and steps into your room.
>You look at your work and ponder about it, and then everything else.
>Remember; keep your eyes on the prize.
>You crack your fingers and begin to type on your laptop.

“Thank you, I really needed that.”
>”And I’m starting to think that you need a break from all of the hard work that you’re doing. How about, uh, you and I just ‘relax’ in your room for a while~?”
“I would, but I really should finish this.”
>”Awww. Well, alrighty then.” She gets off and winks at you. “Just don’t keep me waiting~” and steps into your room.
>You look at your work and ponder about it, and then everything else.
>Remember; keep your eyes on the prize.
>You crack your fingers and begin to type on your laptop.

>An hour later…
>You sink into your chair and slam your laptop down.
>You’re finally done with this bullshit essay.
>All that leaves is your reward.
>And a question that arises from the back of your mind.
>You may as well knock two birds with one stone.
>You get up and begin to head for your room.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZrW6U5VQE0
>You can hear a slow, serene song begin to play on the other side of the door.
>The song slowly, but surely picks up in tempo.
>The room is dimly lit, and the source of the light is the one candle sitting on the nightstand.
>Seems fitting for a romantic time, but where’s Fluttershy?
>The door that you left open closes right behind you.
>”Oh Anon~”
>You spin around to see Fluttershy donning a sultry nightgown, slipping a condom wrapper on her mouth while she struggles to keep her blush down.
“Wow.” You mutter under your breath.
>”Did I do good?” She holds the condom back in her fingers. “I’ve been saving this for a while.”
“You look great.”
>Her blush grows stronger, happy to see that you enjoy her new look.
“Can I talk to you for a minute before we do this?”