Once Married Twice Shy

>On a hot, summers day, you sit on a park bench looking over at all the ponies. You notice lots of pegasi are out today, which is strange since this is not usually their hangout.
>You spot Fluttershy trotting along with her little critters close behind, you wave at her, but she doesn’t notice.
>Suddenly a random pegasus stallion comes gliding down towards Fluttershy, landing by her, his entire coat, and feathers puff up and out.
>”NEEIIGGHH!!!!”
>Making the most horribly loud neigh you ever heard, he ruffles his feathers and tail in all directions, while he waddles in circles around Fluttershy.
“Hahaha!”
>The poor mare is terrified witless as she stands there dumbstruck at what to do. The stallion continues his odd assault, but suddenly another stallion comes down and does the same thing.
>”Eeep!”
>When the two stallions collide, shit gets real.
>”Hey man back off!”
>”I saw her first!”
“Ah shit.”
> They flap wildly into the air and use their back legs, to kick one another, before locking legs and falling to the ground.
>”Umm..boys don’t..please..”
>Neither can hear her, and continue to snap and bite at one another. Getting up, you jog over and are by Fluttershy’s side.
“Come on, while they’re not looking.”
>”Umm..ok.”
>After getting away, you and Fluttershy catch your breath behind a home.
>”Oh…why didn’t I remember what today was; now those poor stallions probably hurt each other.”
“What was that anyway?”
>”You don’t know?”
“Cant say I do.”
>”Its..its just…its mating season.”
“Oh..Pfft hahaha!"
>"Its not funny!"
"I'm sorry, its just..man..you guys do it just like birds. I couldn't help it."

>"We don't do it just like birds, its different."
"Oh yeah? How? Do it again, that made me laugh."
>"No!"
"Aw c'mon, please?"
>"Ahhh..ok..well, first the initiator does that dance you saw."
>Lifting her feathers up, she does the dance move for move around you.
>"Then we let out our mating call..." In the smallest of a whisper, she says "..nay"
"Hahahahaha"
>Gripping your sides, you get on your knees and tear up badly.
"Oh my god...oh god..that was to much."
>Fluttershy whimpers and begins to cry
"I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you. I just like that noise. Please continue."
>*sniff* "Then..the receiver, if he or she is willing, flaps their wings and scuffs the ground."
>Folding your arms into "wings" you scuff on the ground and bob your head.
"Like this?"
>*gasp* "No! I..I dont want to mate with you!"
"Huh?"
>Suddenly ponies are everywhere, and gossiping.
>"Did you see that?"
>"Fluttershy wants to mate!?"
>"She even instigated it!"
>"And with her friend!"
>Fluttershy looks around horrified "No! It was an accident! I..I..I HATE YOU ANON!!"
>Sobbing uncontrollably, she runs off and pushes you away.
>Landing on your butt, you groan in pain and roll on the ground.
>Twilight comes walking over "Congratulations Anon."
"For what?"
>"You and Fluttershy are mates now."
"We are?"
>"Uh-huh, you two did the dance. Its official now."
"...huh."
>Now you and Fluttershy are married.

>Equestrian law states that all married couples must live together, so reluctantly; you had to move in with Fluttershy.
>She absolutely refused to leave her animals, and she did have a bigger house. Big Mac carries in your luggage, and sets it on the floor.
“Thanks Big Mac, tell Applejack I said “Hi.””
>Tipping him some bits, he nods and walks out. Slamming the door behind him, Fluttershy gets startled and jumps.
>Its only been a couple of days since you got “married”, and in that time, neither of you have been alone. But, with the well-wishers gone, it’s just the two of you now.
>Fluttershy and you take turns glancing at one another, and even the animals come out of hiding to look you over from afar.
>Suddenly your stomach beings to gurgle,
“Hey…You got a bathroom?” [“Best first impression ever.”]
>Upstairs, you quickly unbutton your pants and pull them down. On the seat, you sigh while you do your business. Glancing around her restroom, you see a large tub, towel closet, and lots of little feminine knickknacks on the window besides you.
>She was a true girly-girly, complete with scented candles, and fancy bath soaps and beads.
[“This is it..I’m married to this mare..”] “Hnn!” You strain before a torrent of shit comes flying out.
>With the business done, and paperwork filed, you pull up your pants, and flush. The water swirls and swirls, but then rises and rises.
“Aw fuck!”
>Looking around, you don’t see anything.
“Just fucking great…Fluttershy!”
>You can hear her hoofsteps come closer to the door, “Yes?”
“I..I kinda clogged the toilet. Where is your plunger?”
>”Umm..its out here..can..can you open the door?”
“Just give it to me.”
>”Well..you still have to open the door.”

>Realizing she has a point, you open the door slightly, Fluttershy stands before the door, with the plunger by her side. You reach your hand out to grab it,
>”No it’s ok, I’ll do it.” Fluttershy tries to push through, but you hold it back.
“I’m the one who clogged it, let me do it.”
>”Umm..I really wanna do it..please?”
“No.”
>Unexpectedly, she picks up the plunger with her mouth.
“Oh my god! That’s gross! You keep that in your mouth?”
>With your focus broken, she pushes you out of the way, and walks to the toilet. Setting it  down, she uses her hoofs and picks it back up.
>”Uh.” She daintily groans sending it down into the gunk, her wings fold inward, as she picks it back up catching her breath.
>”Uh” *inhale*, “Uh.” *inhale*, “Uh” *inhale*
>Her up and down rhythm, paced breathing and groaning, begins a funny reaction down south. Pitching some serious tent, you turn slightly away and try to calm it down.
>”Almost..there..ahhh!”
>*Flushhhhh*
>Fluttershy pants tiredly over the toilet, and taps the plunger against the toilet to dry it off. “It’s a little exercise, to keep my legs strong.”
“Yeah..yeah..whatever…*exhale* thanks.”
>”Something wrong?” She asks opening the window, and tossing the plunger out. You turn fully around, and start walking away.
“No I’m good see ya.”
>That night, you lie in your new “bed” in the living room, and look up at the ceiling.
*sigh* “Living here is gonna be hard.”

>Lying on the couch, playing with your expensive handheld, you hum a little tune as yellow ears and a pink mane come into sight.
>”Umm..Anon…”
>Pausing the game, you lower it and look at her.
“What?”
>”Umm..well...I..I need some help.”
*sigh* “What do you need?”
>”I..I have an appointment at the DFC.”
“DFC?”
>”The Department of Flying Creatures, my..my flyers license needs to be renewed.”
“You need a license to fly?”
>”Well..not really, its more of a fitness kind of thing…just to see how the flyer is holding up.”
“So it’s more like physical?”
>”Something like that.”
“Well, why do you need me to go then?”
>”Umm…I need to add you as my mate, and they always demand that the mate be there.”
*sigh* “Fine, but I need to shower first.”
>Quick transition of shave, shower, and dress. You and Fluttershy walk along to the train station, she keeps about arms length away from you, and nervously looks around.
>After buying some tickets, the two of you board the train. She meekly walks to the end of a seat and crawls on; you sit a seat away from her, not really comfortable with invading her private space.
>Some other p0nies come in, and a heavyset stallion comes in and plops his fat ass right in-between you two.
>”Eeep!”
>Fluttershy whimpers and scrunches her face in displeasure, or from the horrible smell of BO from this stallion.
>The stagnant funk of his unwashed pits, and greasy mane, overwhelm your senses. Feeling a retching coming on, you spot a loveseat across from you. Getting up, you walk over to it and sit.

>You wave Fluttershy over, but she reluctantly stays.
“Come sit over here.”
>”Umm..I don’t know.”
>Even more p0nies come walking in, and you can tell some are eyeing the empty seat. The idea of sitting next to a stranger bothers you, so in a firm tone, you call out to her.
“Fluttershy, come over here.”
>Unable to hold her own, she gets up and walks over to you. Sitting down, she curls up to be as small as possible, and looks away.
>The doors close as the train suddenly jolts to life; it pushes forward and causes her to bump into you. Recovering, she slinks back against the wall.
>As the train chugs along, you tap your knee and look around bored out of your mind. Noticing her light green bag, she catches you looking.
“So what did you pack?”
>”Oh..just some papers we’ll need.” your stomach gurgles out as you groan upset, “Are you hungry?”
“Kinda.”
>Opening up her pack, she pulls out a banana, and offers it to you, “Here.”
“Thanks.”
>Some time later, the train comes to halt in Canterlot, and everyone disembarks. Walking in step with her, she looks at the street signs and mumbles things to herself.
>Following her lead, she ends up in front of a large, beige building. All types of flying creatures come in and out of the front door, and Fluttershy tries to get through, but keeps getting blocked off.
>”Ummm..excuse me…sir..miss..anyp0ny? I need to get through.”
>Just watching, you decide enough is enough, and muscle your way in front of a gryphon lady, and open the door for Fluttershy.
“Come on, get in.”
>”Oh no, she can go fir..”
“Get in.”
>”Ok.”

>Inside the building, it’s a carbon copy of the DMV back home. Long lines, 2 tellers, and absolutely jack fucking shit to do. Taking the incentive, you walk over and rip off a number.
“259.”
>You look up at the display, it reads 89.
“Motherfucker.”
>Sitting side by side, Fluttershy flips through an old, worn fashion magazine. You glance at the cover, and see a picture of herself on it with her usual whimpering pout, but wearing a very sexy black dress.
“Is that you?”
>She looks up at you as though you were talking to somebody else, but then checks the cover, “Oh..yeah..”
“You used to be a model?”
>”Well not really..I mean…I did model a bit..but it was all because of Rarity. I don’t have any skills to be a model.”
“So you were a model?”
>”Mhmm.”
>Feeling strangely proud of knowing this, you nod and yawn tiredly before you look up at the display again.
“130, if all goes well, we can be out of here by next week.”
>”It isn’t so bad, we’re making great time.”
“Seriously? How long does this usually take you?”
>”Well..normally I’d still be at the door.”
“Oh for the love of god.”

>You’re not sure when, but you drifted out. Slowly but surely you can hear the voice of a mare on the PA. “Number 259?! 259! Last call for 259!”
>Coming to, you see Flutteshy trying to get her attention, but nobody notices her pathetic attempts at speaking up. With catlike reflexes, you snatch the ticket, stand up, and shout,
“Here!”
>Everyone stops what they are doing to look over, after their curiosity has been satisfied, they go back to their business as you and Fluttershy come walking up.
>With an irritated, almost condescending look, and tone, the mare behind the counter fixes her papers while looking at Fluttershy. ”Name.”
>”Umm I’m..flutter..shy.”
>”What? I can’t hear you, speak up.”
>”Im..flutter..shy.”
“Her names Fluttershy.”
>”I’m talking to her, sir.”
[“Bitch.”]
>”Now Ms. Fluttershy, what are you here for?”
>Instead of replying, she brings the papers up, and slides them to her. The mare looks them over, and staples them to another paper. “Go around for the physical.”
>Fluttershy grabs the papers and stuffs them into her bag before walking over to the other side. In a waiting area of sort, she sits by you and occasionally preens her wings. The doors open and a doctor stallion comes out, he looks over his notes.
>”Fluttershy?”
>”Yes?”
>”Right this way.”
>Taking off her bag, she pushes it towards you, “Take care of this for me, I’ll be right back.”
>After about half an hour, she comes out, and trots over to you, “We’re done, we can go home now.”
“Oh thank god.”
>Walking out with her, she looks up at you and smiles “What do you want for dinner today?”
“I don’t know nachos?”
>”I can make that.”
“Cool.”
>When the two of you reach the trainstation, you stop in your tracks, and look back at Fluttershy.
“Wait, why did I even come? You didn’t even need me.”
>”Oh..well…it turns out they only needed your paperwork, I guess they changed the rules.”
“Tsk, wasted my fucking day.”
>Fluttershy smiles knowing you didn’t really mean it, and trots into the train, as you take a step forward; the magazine from the DFC comes tumbling out of your suit. In a flash you reach down and shove it back in, nobody noticed. Good.
>Today was a boring day.

>Lying on the couch, playing with your expensive handheld, you hum a little tune as a pair of long white fuzzy ears come into view.
>Pausing the game, you lower it and see Angel impatiently tapping his foot on the couch.
>Annoyed, you glare at him.
"What?"
>He pulls out an empty food bowl, and points at it.
"And what do you want me to do about it?"
>Pointing at his mouth, he stomps angrily.

>Outside, the back door opens as you come out.
"Shy! Shy! That stupid rabbit is hungry!"
>Finding her wasn't too hard, all you had to do was look for the large gathering of animals.
>Sure enough, by a large patch of weeds, you see Fluttershy swinging her butt in the air.
>Walking up to her, some of the animals notice you, but she doesn't.
>You tap her on the flank to get her attention.
"What are you doing?"
>"Eeep!!"
>Standing straight up, she covers her butt with wings and turns around in a swift motion. "Anon! That wasn't an invitation!"
"What?"
>"Oh..you mean..never mind."
"That rabbit thing is hungry."
>"He's a bunny."
"Whatever," you dismiss before glancing at what she was working on, "what were you doing?"
>"Oh Anon, it's terrible! The weeds from the Everfree, keep coming over, and taking the water from the poor trees! They're dying Anon."
>You look up, and see a bare tree, with brittle branches and falling leaves. On the floor is a small shovel, and some kind of hoe.

"Leave this to me, you should get back in, feed that rabbit and take the day off."
>"Are you sure?"
"Yeah I'll be fine, I used to pull weeds out in my own yard all the time. I gotta get some exercise myself ya know, I'm starting to feel like a fatass."
>With a small giggle, she puts her dirty hoof to her mouth, "Oh Anon." with a warm smile she looks up at you, "Thank you."
>Trotting passed you; the other animals and birds around follow her. Getting on your knees, you sigh and begin to pull patches of weeds out. The soft, moist soil gives way as you pull up the weeds by their roots.
>Tens of small spiders, grubs, and beetles come rushing out as you pull weed after weed. One in particular refuses to come out, and you grunt trying to force it out. Catching your breath, you wrap the long green leaves around your hand, and pull with everything you got.
>The roots come bursting out of the soil, causing the dirt to shotgun out, and onto your face, mouth, and eyes.
“Gah! Sonofabitch!”
>Rubbing your face frantically with your hands, you only end up rubbing more dirt onto your face. Using your shirt instead, it cleans it off well. Looking side to side, you see nothing but rows of weeds, and other types of invasive plants.
“God damn, this is gonna take a while.”
>Back inside the house, in the steam covered bathroom, Fluttershy removes her bathrobe, and slowly submerges herself into the tub.
>”Ahhh~” some of the water runs off, and onto the floor, but it doesn’t seem to bother her, “This is nice.”

>Dipping her head into the water, she presses the excess water out, and flattens her mane to the back. Resting against the tub, she sighs and closes her eyes.
>In the span of three hours, you removed about half the weeds surrounding her property. God only knows when was the last time anybody tended to that land, but its way better than it was before.
>Muddy, dirty, and covered in sweaty grime, you trudge to the door, and let yourself in.
>Instantly you can tell something is up, several birds come flapping over, and remove your shirt.
“What the hell!?”
>More birds bring you a towel, and drop it over your face.
“Fucking birds!”
>Pulling it off, a giant shadow is cast over you.
“JESUS!”
>A bear stands before you, and roars before picking you up, and removing your pants. Boxers and all.
“Bear rape! Bear rape!”
>The bear groans displeased before wrapping you in the towel, and carrying you upstairs.
>Kicking open the door, you see a dim candlelit bathroom, with smoothing music playing.
“Bear rape! Bear rape!”
>”Umm..Anon? Are you ok?”
>You look to the side and see Fluttershy.
“Fluttershy! You gotta help me! This bear is tryin to have his way with me!”
>”What? NO! He just brought to your bath!”
“Bath?”
>”Yeah, for working so hard.”
“Some warning would have been nice.”
>”Sorry.”

>Soaking was never your thing, so instead of a relaxing dip, you scrubbed, and lathered to get clean.
>Rinsing yourself off, you dry up, and lazily wrap the towel around you, and tuck it in at the front. Opening the door, Fluttershy is waiting in front of you.
>Startled, but not enough to the point where you really show it, you fix your posture. Her eyes glance at your junk, before she respectfully looks away, “Umm..what do you want for dinner?”
“Nachos.”
>”…”
“Something wrong?”
>”Well, its just..you always eat nachos.”
“It’s the perfect food; it has cheese, meat, and bread.”
>You can feel your towel begin to slip, so you grab hold of it quickly.
“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna change.”
>”All right, I’ll start on dinner then.”
>The two of you walk down the hall, but you swing to the left, while she goes right. In the living room, you grab some of your clothing, and head back to the bathroom.
>After getting dressed, you walk out and can hear the crackling of grease. In the kitchen, she hums a little song while she shifts the pan over the stove.
>Taking a seat at the table, you see a pitcher of lemonade, and some glasses. Pouring yourself a cup, you take a sip.
>Fluttershy shifts her attention from the pan, to another one that is melting cheese, and then to a skillet that is cooking meat.
>Several minutes later, she presents you a goopy mess of cheese, meat, and jagged chips jutting out of the cheese.
>Mouth salivating, you scoop up a hefty serving, and bite into it. Chewing, you look at Fluttershy watching you eat, and swallow.
“Thanks.”.
>”It’s no problem.”
>As you eat, Fluttershy sits quietly besides you, and takes small sips of her lemonade. The silence is more palpable than the nachos.
“So…how about that Twilight huh?”
>”I’m sorry, did you want to talk about Twilight?”
“No, not really.”
>”Oh, ok.”
>She continues to sip, while you eat. It’s at times like this; you realize how much you miss watching TV during dinner.
>”I’m sorry if I’m boring you, but you don’t have to stay with me when you’re eating.”
“Nah I’m all right, just not a good talker, if anything, I thought I was boring you.”
>”Oh not at all, I’m not good at talking either. It’s nice to finally meet somep0ny like me, who just lets conversations happen naturally.”
“Yeah, forcing shit sucks.”
>Scooping up the last of the cheese, you stick that creamy thing in your mouth, and chew. Finishing it off, you sigh satisfied, and pat your plumb belly.
“That was good.”
>”You can leave the dishes in the sink, I’ll clean up.”
“You sure?”
>”Absolutely, it won’t be a problem.”
“Thanks, guess I’ll get ready for bed then.”
>Stretching out, you grab the plate, and toss it into the sink. Heading upstairs, you go into the bathroom, and brush your teeth.

>With the faint traces of mint in your mouth, and perfectly clean teeth, you strip down to your boxers, and jump onto the couch.
>Unfurling your blanket, and getting comfy, you lie on your back. From the kitchen, Fluttershy clinks and clanks the dishes as she cleans them.
(“Man, what a woman. She cooks, cleans, and is the sweetest, most kind person I’ve ever met, yeah, she’s just like..”)
>Its then a disgusted expression dawns on your face,
“My mom!”
>”Did you say something Anon?”
>Rolling off the couch, you bolt to the kitchen, and practically snatch the plate from her mouth.
“Let me take care of this Shy, I’ll wash the dishes from here on out.”
>”I’m ok with washing them, it’s not a big deal.”
“It is a big deal, you’re not my mom, I can pull my weight too.”
>”I..didnt say I was…Well, if you really want to, we can divide the chores, I mean..if you’re ok with that.”
“I’d love to; we’ll make the list tomorrow. Until then, you get some sleep.”

>At the spa, Fluttershy slowly submerges herself in a bubbling mud bath. Letting out a sigh of relief, she smiles before turning to the side, and picking up a glass of wine.
>Rarity tops it off for her, before placing a cork back on the bottle, “So glad you could make it today darling, it’s been too long.”
>”Likewise.”
>”So how is Anon? I hardly see him anymore, are you keeping him all for yourself?”
>”Not really, he just doesn’t go out much.”
>”Shame, we’ll have to fix that now wont we? Luckily, I know just the thing.”
>”Huh?”
>”There’s this soiree going on in Canterlot next weekend, and it would be wonderful, if you two could attend with me.”
>”I..I don’t know.”
>”Come now Fluttershy, the two of you could do with some going out. You cant just be hanging out with us all the time, you need to go out, and socialize more.”
>”Hmmm..I’ll talk to Anon about it.”
>”Wonderful, I’ll be looking forward to the good news. Oh, and its Black Tie only darling, that’s important.” Rarity reaches for a hot towel, and drapes it over her eyes.
>”Umm..Rarity?”
>”Not now darling, indulging.”

>Today, you and Fluttershy clean house, literally. You broom dirt into a corner, as she picks trash, and places them into a bag.
>Angel sits on the couch, drinking soda, eating chips, and impatiently taps his foot on the cushion.
>Finishing off a can, he throws it to the ground, and tosses the empty bag down as well. Hopping off the couch, he heads into the kitchen, refuels his snacks, and hops back.
>Splitting open the bag, he begins to stuff his face, getting crumbs on the seat. Fluttershy notices this, and scowls.
>Walking over to him, she inhales deeply as though about to yell, but instead, replies in a small voice, “Umm..Please don’t do that.”
>He holds in his arms, and kicks down his soda, causing it to spill on the couch, and floor.
“Hey!”
>You stomp over, and raise the broom over your head, ready to bring it down on his small, white head. Suddenly Fluttershy’s expression completely changes; she grits her teeth, and stares down that little rabbit. “Angel! Bad bunny! Clean up this mess now!”
>He can tell she means business; he quickly jumps off the couch, and returns with cleaning supplies.
>With an uneasy grin, he smiles at her, and cleans the couch. Fluttershy keeps her angry glare, until he finishes, and then hops away. She goes to back to her usual loving, caring smile, and ties off her bag. “I’m gonna throw this out.”
“K.”
>She drags it outside, and closes the door.
“Man, she IS just like my mom.”

>With the last of the house clean, you and Fluttershy tiredly throw yourselves onto the couch. You groan angrily, and feel the cushion.
“It’s still wet.”
>”Umm..Anon, we still need to get you fitted for formal wear.”
*sigh* “Can’t we do that tomorrow? I’m exhausted.”
>”Well, I guess, but we’d have to leave early.”
“Fine, what time?”
>”I’ll set the alarm for 6.”
“Cool.”
>Fluttershy gets up and stretches, “I’m gonna take a shower, and get ready for bed.”
“All right.”
>After a nice, relaxing shower, Fluttershy lies on her bed, and pets Angel. Outside her door, she hears the shower come to a stop. A few minutes later, the door to her room opens, and you come walking in wearing some comfy clothing.
>Tossing your dirty towel into the hamper, you tiredly walk over to the extra singles bed Fluttershy had bought for you. Getting under the sheets, you look to the side.
“So tomorrow at 6, right?”
>”That’s right.”
>Yawning out loud, you turn off the lamp by your bed, and roll to your side.
“Night.”
>”Good night Anon.”
>Fluttershy blows out her candle, and let’s go of Angel. He hops to her side, and snuggles with her.
>On separate beds, in the same room, the two of you slowly drift to sleep.

>”Umm..Anon, wake up..please? Hello?” Slowing opening your eyes, you see Fluttershy’s face just a few inches away, “Oh thank goodness, I was starting to think I may have to raise my voice.”
>Groggy, and sleepy, you look around the room, and realize its really bright.
“Speak up, I can’t hear you.”
>”Its nothing.”
“What time is it?”
>”Well..its 1.”
“WHAT?! Why didn’t your alarm go off!?”
>”It did, but..you didn’t wake up.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
>”That’s what I’ve been doing.”
“Since 6!?”
>”Well not nonstop, I took 30 minutes to make Angel breakfast.”
>Sighing, you rub your eyes and yawn, “You just looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to make you upset by waking you.”
“Dude, you can wake me up, I don’t care. I’m not gonna get mad at you for doing what you need.”
>”Oh..ok. I’ll remember that next time.”
“Is it still too late to go to Canterlot?”
>”Not really, we’ll just get the tux later.”
“All right cool, let me grab a bite, and then take a shower.”
>”I have breakfast ready for you, and the shower drawn.”
>Feeling a tinge of blush coming on, you smile embarrassed and get up with the sheet wrapped around you.
“Thanks.”
>Fluttershy looks at the sheet, and then at you confused.
“It’s cold.”
>As you walk away, she notices a bulge in the sheets, and looks away. Her face turns a bright red, as she gets up and goes to the kitchen.

>In the kitchen, Fluttershy cleans the dishes, but is not fully there. Her thoughts continue to drift in and out, and she tries to sort out her feelings.
>Thinking back to your bulge, she touches her lips, and slowly traces around them. She shakes her head, “No, get those bad thoughts out. I’m just…pent up, I need to get my mind off things.”
>Using her now clean pot, she takes it to the oven, and turns it on.

>You walk down the steps, fully dressed, and ready. Looking into the kitchen, you stop.
“Jesus!”
>Fluttershy hastily moves back and forth, loading dish, after dish of every type of food imaginable. Burgers, lasagna, salad, bread, nachos, several pitchers of lemonade, and a large cake, you walk in and marvel at all the food.
“Bit of overkill don’t you think?”
>She doesn’t hear you, and continues her cooking, as she picks up a plate of spaghetti, you touch her to get her attention.
“Fluttershy?”
>”Eeek!” She lets go of it, and spills spaghetti all over the ground, “Oh! Anon! I..umm..umm, are you hungry!?”
>Her breath is hurried, and her mannerisms sporadic, she fixes her mane, but ends up smearing pasta sauce into it.
“Are you all right?”
>”I’m fine, why do you ask?”
“Well for starters, you made enough food for a whole month, and you smeared sauce into your mane.”
>She slowly brings her long mane into view, and realizes what you mean. Little by little, you can see the old Fluttershy returning.
>”Oh, how embarrassing, well, eat what you can, and save the rest. I have to take another shower. I’ll be right back.”
>Fluttershy trots away, as you sit down and grab whatever looks good.

>In the shower, Fluttershy slowly washes her mane, while staring at the white tile. At first, males sent chills down her spine. They were so big, and scary, what if they took advantage of her?
>She would be helpless to stop them. Or what if they had dirty thoughts of her, mating her with their eyes, the whole thing sent her stomach in knots.
>That was how she used to see them, but her friendships with Twilight, and the others showed her that males were not all that bad.
>Anon especially was a good friend, and she never once thought he would ever take advantage of her, or look at her in a sexual way. Who would have guessed that it would be her, to see him in a sexual light? She was such a horrible friend, to take advantage of him like that, but no more! From now on, she will no longer have these depraved thoughts of her friend Anon, and sex. She is gonna be a good mare, and only think about nice things.
>Reaching for the shower head, she runs her hoof along its bulbous tip, and tries to pull the little lever. Instead, she pushes it too hard, and it spurts a hot stream of water, onto her face.
>”Ahh~”
>Quickly turning the knob, she feels her face and looks at dripping showerhead, “Ok, maybe this’ll be harder than I thought.”

>Much later, it is now the day of the dinner party, as you do your last adjustments of your tuxedo, you turn to face Fluttershy, who is busy fixing her own dress. It’s a floor long black gown, complete with fishnet pattern towards her hooves, and sleek shoulder straps.
“Well, what do you think?”
>She looks you over, and spots something, flapping over; she uses her hooves to fix your tie. As she does her thing, the dress folds outward, and you look down it, not surprisingly, nothing is there, since they have no boobs.
>”Just a litte…there. Now you look handsome.”
“Thanks, you look pretty too.”
>”Thanks.”
>The two of you look around shyly before locking eyes, and turning away to do other things. It’s been like this for you all week, a tension so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
>You’ve been jacking off in the shower, every chance you get to take the edge off. You have no idea how Fluttershy does it, the poor mare never seems to have any urges, so to speak.
>All she ever does is just cook, clean, and be a gentle, soft spoken pony.
>She did however; take really long showers to unwind after a long, hard day of work.
>She installed a detachable shower head, to aid in her relaxation. The damn thing was a beast, had all kinds of settings, modes, and pressures. She never liked for you to use it, which was fine, you didn’t need those fancy things to shower anyway.
>Breaking out of your thoughts, you realize Fluttershy is not here anymore, and you leave the room. Walking down the steps, you see her getting some things for Angel. “Now remember, be in bed by 7, and don’t forget to brush your teeth. We may be back late, so don’t worry about us.”
“Like he cares, you ready?”
>”Mmhmm.”

>At nightfall in Canterlot, a horse drawn carriage pulls up to a luxurious mansion, and stops. The door swings open, as Fluttershy is escorted off by a large, well dressed stallion.
>Coming out behind her, you look around at the meticulously groomed grass, bright lit statues, and cement walkways. Jumping off the carriage, you land by Fluttershy.
>”Do you see Rarity anywhere?”
“Not really, everyone kinda looks the same.”
>Carriages of all sizes, and shapes, begin to pull up, and its occupants disembark. Fluttershy and you begin to get pushed together, and some ponies step on her dress.
>She pulls up her dress, and walks to the side, avoiding the crowd. You push your way through, and are by her side.
“We should go inside, it’ll be impossible to find her in this crowd.”
>”Ok.”
>Waiting for a break in the crowd, you open a path for Fluttershy to walk in. Some ponies give you mean glares, but you and Fluttershy pay it no mind.
>Walking down the path, you reach the doors and are face to face with a large stallion, “Name?”
“Anon?”
>”Not on the list.”
“There was a list?”
>The stallion notices Fluttershy, and instantly, his demeanor changes, “Ms. Fluttershy?
>”Uh yes?”
>”Come right in, and might I say, I loved your fall line shoot.”
>”Thank you, but uhh..he is kinda with me.”
>”Ah, he’s you’re plus one? Well, he can come right in too.”
>Moving to the side, he gives a little bow as the two of you walk in.

>Inside, a band of stallions and mares work the cords of their instruments, fine tuning them, they reach a pitch they are comfortable with. Satisfied, they begin to play some whimsical music.
“What an asshole, “Not on the list” fuck him!”
>”Well, I tried telling you that you needed to RSVP, but you didn’t want to remember?”
“…hmpf.”
>Fluttershy looks over at the band, and smiles. A waitress mare comes walking over, floating a tray of glasses. Picking one up, you smell its contents before shrugging, and drinking.
>”How is it?”
“All right, did you want one?”
>”Oh no, I couldn’t possibly trouble her, she looks busy.”
“Here, watch my drink.”
>Setting it by her, you walk over to the mare, and get her attention.
“Excuse me, gonna get a refill.”
>Going back, you offer it to her. She swirls the drink in her hoof, before taking a small sip, “How lovely.”
“Yeah, it is pretty good.”
>Knocking back your drink, you sigh, and look for that drink mare. When she makes eye contact with you, you shake the glass, and wave her over.
“Yo, can I get another refill?”
>”You already had one, sir.”
“Nah, that was for my friend.”
>The mare looks over at Fluttershy, who nods, “It was very good.”
>”Well, I suppose you could get another.”
“Thanks.”
>Snatching it up, you begin drinking it just as fast as the last. Fluttershy notices a stallion walking around with a plate of breaded tofu, and waves him down. Placing the little cubes on a fancy paper plate, she brings them back to you.
“For me?”
>”I think you’ll like them.”
>Some time goes by, and you and Fluttershy stand in the corner, like the social recluses you are. Some mares, and stallions, occasionally look over, and gossip, but never approach.
>Suddenly in the crowd, you see Rarity come walking out. With a homing beacon like sense, she instantly knows where to find you. From head to hoof, she is dressed in a lavish red dress, reminiscent of Chinese origin. As such, her mane is in a bun, and on her chest, is a woven in purple dragon, that serpentines around to her flank.
>She swishes her mane to fully show off her lavish dress, “So what do you think?”
>”What a beautiful dress Rarity! Did you make it yourself?”
>”Sadly no, this work of art, is from none other than Hoity Toity. I’m showcasing it at this event.”
>Tapped out of drink, you look around for the mare again. When she makes eye contact with you, and you shake the glass, she pretends to not notice, and tries to disappear into the crowd.
“Oh hell no.”
>Giving chase, you weave in and out of the ponies, and cut her off. Slowed down by her manners, she is now cornered, “Sir, please leave some drinks for the others guests.”
“Hey, you guys are rich. Drink me.”
>Walking back with two drinks in hand, you set one down, and drink the other. Rarity uses her magic to lift the set drink into the air, “I do thank you, that most gentlecoltly of you.”
>Grabbing it, you pull it out of her hold.
“Eh eh eh, that’s mine.”
>”But..you’ve already had one.”
“This is my 4th actually.”
>”You’re 4th?! Anonymous dear, these parties are all about moderation, and appreciation! These drinks costs 15 bits a glass! You can’t just burn through them, a good drink like this needs to be savored! Taste every drop, and play with it in your mouth a bit!” you snicker, but Rarity continues, “You two come join me in the garden, the night is perfect for some outside stargazing, and there is a full buffet out there as well.”
“Yeah! Food!”
>You almost lose balance, and lean on Fluttershy.
>”Are you ok Anon?”
“I’m fine, just, just a little dizzy.”
>Fluttershy props you back up, and pats off some of the dust, before fixing your suit, ”Well just take it easy Anon, if you get tired we can sit down for a bit.”
“Nah I’m good, let’s go outside, I’m starving.”

>Reaching the outside, you look around for the buffet, and find it. Fluttershy notices your body language, and walks over to buffet with you.
>Most of it fancy shit, where the portions are way to small, yet they pack it so fucking tight. As you look over what to get, Fluttershy begins to serve herself a plate.
>With her plate full, she offers it up to you, “Here ya go.”
“Tsk, I can serve myself.”
>”Oh I know, but a lot of these you’d like.”
“Thanks.”
>Taking the plate, you can feel the blood rush to your cheeks.
>An older couple comes walking over, and the mare fixes her glasses, while focusing on Fluttershy, “I know you, you’re the pony that worked with Photo Finish! My word, I haven’t seen you in ages! What have you been up to?”
>”Oh, well, nothing really.”
>The stallion follows up with his own questions, “Tell me, why would did you leave the limelight like that?”
>”I didn’t really want to be in it, I was only doing it to make a friend happy.”
>”I see, pity. You could’ve gone the distance.” His wife almost on cue follows up, and talks to Rarity.
>”Have you heard of Fire Fly? She’s a business mare from, the Reign District I think..”
>As she brattles on, you take a bite of some strange vegetable, and it taste awful. With a grimace, you look around and find a nice spot to spit.
>Rarity notices you, and scowls before whispering, “Don’t you dare.”
>With a painful swallow, you sigh. Looking around real quick, you toss the remnants of the vegetable off into a grass patch. Rarity naturally is not pleased, but nobody seemed to notice besides her.
>Fluttershy tries to take this chance to slink away, but the wife brings her back in, “Did you ever get to meet Fire Fly?”
>”Oh umm, no I can’t say I have, but if you’ll excuse me, I have to..”
>”Would you like to? I think the two of you could work out a business deal.”
>”Thank you, but no, I’m..not interested.”
>”Dear, it would do wonders for bringing your career back on the spotlight.”
>”Thanks again, but no, now I really have to..”
>”But..”
“She doesn’t want to do it man, lay off.”
>Rarity’s eye twitches, and it seems they finally notice you now. The older stallion fixes his glasses, and looks you over “I say, who is your friend there?”
>Fluttershy smiles nervously, ”Well, umm, this is Anonymous, my husband.”
>You would swear you had heard an audible scratch in the music, as it seemed everyone in the room stopped what they were doing, and looked over wide eyed.

>The next day, Fluttershy and her friends are outside, as Fluttershy does yard work. As she rakes a large collection of dried leaves, and weeds, Rarity continues on about the night.
>R: “And then he had the audacity to say that Beu Kula, and Pura Sato’s art looked the same!”
>Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes to Applejack, and sarcastically replies “Oh the horror.”
>R: “That was even the start of it, all night he humiliated me, and poor Fluttershy, the poor mare. She will probably never be able to step foot in Canterlot ever again, without being the laughing stock of the town!”
“Oh it wasn’t that bad, Anon just doesn’t know much about art. He did get me out of a lot of bad conversations though; I have such a hard time getting them to listen to me.”
>TS: “What about your assertiveness lessons? I thought they were paying off.”
“Since Iron Will overdosed on those pep pills, they stopped having the classes. Pass me that really long weed, thank you.”
>TS: “Sorry to hear that.”
“Its all right, Anon does a better job of being the assertive one anyway.”
>Rainbow snickers, but Applejack elbows her to behave, “We’ll we’re really happy to hear that sugar cube, glad you and Anon finally are makin with the maritals and all that.”
“Hmm? Oh it’s not like that; we’re just friends…who happen to be married.”
>AJ: “So yer…not consumatin tha marriage?”
“Not at all.”
>AJ: “Yer sure of that?”
“Mmhmm.”
>AJ: “Then why the nest?”
“What nest?” She asks resting into a bed of dried weeds, and sticks.
>Rainbow breaks out into laughter, “The nest we just saw you build! Hahaha!”
>Fluttershy looks down, and realizes that she resting in a large birds nest, horrified, she covers her mouth.
“I..I don’t..”
>TS: “You didn’t know you made that?”
“No!”
>TS: “I’m sure its nothing, don’t over think it.”
>Fluttershy begins to cry as she gets up from her yard work and trudges home.
“See ya later girls, I gotta get this cleaned up.”

>Inside her house, the remnants of the nest lay outside destroyed. Fluttershy sits in the kitchen, and sips her strong tea.
>The door swings open as you come in.
“The yards a mess.”
>”….”
“Oh shit it was my turn wasn’t it? Well I’ll clean it up tomorrow.”
>With a yawn, you stretch, and pop your neck.
“Night.”
>Jogging upstairs, Fluttershy rests her head in her hooves.
>Later on, as you lay on the floor sleeping, Fluttershy is in the shower staring blankly at the wall. (“Why did I build that nest? Mom always told me, that pegasi build nests for eggs. Could I subconsciously want to lay eggs with Anon? I’m a horrible friend, wanting him in such a way. I cant let this go on, I have to…have to..I have to treat him so bad, I make him leave me.”

>The next day, you wake up to the sounds of breakfast in progress. The smells from downstairs, gets your stomach going.
>With your stomach making the rumblies, you head on out, and down the steps.
>Fluttershy is sitting at the table, sipping her tea. When you come down, you anxiously look around for the plate, you see none.
“Do you know where my plate is?”
>”I..I didn’t make you anything.”
“...Oh..I see.”
>She can see the disappointment in your face, as you look around for anything to eat. The remnants of whatever she had cooked, some dirty dishes, but there is no food to be had.
>With a heavy cloud of gloom, you think about what to eat. Going over to the oven, you crank up the heat, and get ready to boil some eggs.
>After having finished your cheap breakfast, of hardboiled eggs, and toast. You go back upstairs, today is the day you finish the yard work.
>Dressed and ready to go, you head out.
>On all fours, you scrape, and pull out the weeds, coming from the Everfree. The little bastards wrap themselves around anything, good and tight.
>Getting a good hold on a clump of weeds, you stand up, and pull with all you got. The roots tear out, and you almost fall back.
“Hahaha! Yeah!”
>Throwing them onto the ground, you get up, and dust yourself off. With a tired sigh, you crack some of the bones in your neck, and get back to work.
>With the work done for the day, you tiredly tread back home. Coming in, you spot a large pitcher of lemonade, resting on the kitchen table. Covered in droplets of condensation, they slowly roll down the pitcher, growing bigger as they make contact with other droplets. The ice inside, rests perfectly on the large, cut up lemon halves, and a wooden stirrer, juts out the surface of the drink.
>After being out in the heat all day, your throat feels like sandpaper, and you quickly make your way to the kitchen. Fluttershy is sitting by the table, and spots you coming in.
>”I made some lemonade.”
>Not even bothering with a glass, you grab the pitcher, and drink from it.
>”B..but I used artificial sweetener, instead of sugar.”
>Completely zoned out, and focused on drinking, none of her words really register. Aside from a funny taste, you gulp it all down, and sigh in satisfaction.
“Thanks Fluttershy, that hit the spot.”
>”O..ok.”
“Is my bath ready?”
>”Um..yes..it is.”
“Great, I’m gonna go soak for a bit, I’m freakin dirty as hell.”
>As you walk away, Fluttershy bites her hoof, “Ok, he didn’t notice the lemonade, but for sure, he’ll notice I used cold water for his bath. Be brave, he is gonna get mad this time.”
>Upstairs in the bathroom, you undress, and test the water by slowly dipping a toe.
“Jesus!”
>From the moment it made contact, you could tell it was biting cold. You get yourself centered, and shake it off.
“Ok Anon, you can do this.”
>Taking one last sigh, you quickly jump in, and submerge yourself. The cold shock sends your body into spazes, and you breach the surface of the water hooping, and hollering.
>Though unpleasant at first, the cold water on this particularly hot day was just what the doctor ordered.
“Damn! Wooo!”
>As you continue to shout in excitement, and joy, Fluttershy hears you downstairs, and begins to cry, “Why do we hurt the ones we love!?”

>The next day, you rest peacefully on your bed. Suddenly a pair of yellow hooves comes into view. Fluttershy clears her throat, getting your attention, “The..the trash, it needs to be taken out.”
>You groan slightly, and get up.
“Right now?”
>”Yes.”
>With a loud yawn, you scratch your back, and stretch out.
“Fine, I guess.”
>”And when you go, you…you need to get some groceries too.”
“Man, now I need to get dressed for that.”
>After washing your face, and bagging up the trash in a big cloth bag, you load it into a cart, and begin to pull it towards town.
>Walking along, you grumble out little complaints to yourself, as you reach the land fill.
>The stallion who works there, waves as you pass him. Most of the trash is used for compost, so you unload all the bags onto piles, and leave it there. You look around, and see some ponies loading up fresh compost to use. One in particular you recognize, its Applejack, and her family.
>They always load up on the stuff, and drop off huge piles of it too. When Applebloom notices you, she happily waves, and informs her family. They all wave back, as you give a weak smile, and wave. Everyone here is to damn friendly.
>After cleaning off the cart, you push it to the store, and load up on what she had on the list. With everything bought, and paid for, you and a mare that works there, loads up the cart, and you head back.
>With the groceries packed in, you push with everything you got. Stopping every so often, you take little breaks before continuing.
“Man, I really gotta start working out.”
>Continuing again, you eventually reach home. Tired, sweaty, and sore, you push the cart around back.
>Fluttershy helps you load off the stuff, and begins to put them away, while you go upstairs to bathe.
>After a nice, relaxing soak, you towel off and head into the room. Opening the closet, you see nothing, checking the drawers; you see nothing but Fluttershy’s stuff.
“What the hell?!”
>Downstairs, Fluttershy reads a magazine, while you come down the steps with only a towel on.
“Fluttershy, where is my clothes?”
>She pretends to be reading the magazine, but you can see her eyes looking off into the dirty laundry, “In..in the laundry.”
“Why haven’t you washed it?”
>”W..w..” you can tell she is stuggling to get the words out, but she finds her strength soon after “Why don’t you wash it yourself.”
>Her words have you taken aback, and for a moment, you have no idea what to say.
“I..I guess I will.”
>Like a zombie, you go to the laundry room and toss some of the lighter clothing in. Pouring some detergent, and slapping on the power button, you go back upstairs to wait.
>Fluttershy has never said, or done anything like that before, it rocked you to the core for some reason. Feeling like a child that just got scolded, you impatiently wait for the clothing to be done.

>After a few awkward trips to and from the laundry room, you dress up, and head to the door. You can tell she wants to ask where you are going, but doesn’t.
>Over at Sweet Apple Acres, you knock on the door, and wait a few. Applejack answers, “Oh hey Anon, what brings ya here?”
“Hey, I need some advice.”
>At the bar, the music in the background plays as Applejack downs a glass of foamy drink, she slams it on the counter, and sighs satisfied.
“I just don’t know what to do, she’s never acted like this before. I think she’s mad at me or something.”
>”And, what exactly is she doin that’s makin ya think that?”
“Well, she won’t cook my breakfast.”
>”Really?”
“She has me taking out the trash now.”
>”Ya don’t say?”
“She doesn’t clean the room anymore, or at least my side.”
>”Tha nerve!”
“And she doesn’t wash my clothing either.”
>”Call social services! That there is battery!”
>With a miffed glare, you look to the side, and see her smiling good naturedly.
“…You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”
>”Course darlin.” She smiles poking you in the side, “Ol Fluttershy is real fond of ya, she is probably just tired of havin tah take care of all that stuff herself. But ya know she aint good at confrontations, this is probably her way of hintin at ya. Honestly, how many times do you pull your weight around the house?”
“Not a lot.”
>”Well there ya go, marriage is a two pony affair, she cant be doin everythin for ya. Mah folk used tah divide up the chores all the time back in the day, aint no reason fer all that fussin. She just wants yah to be a stallion, own up to what ya need tah do. She aint yer ma.”
>Taking her words to heart, you take a sip of your own drink, and swallow your emasculated pride. Applejack is right, she isn’t your mom, and you are not a loser, you can be a man and take care of yourself, even better, you can take care of her too.
>Get pumped!
“You’re right, I aint some kid who needs to be babied, I can do it on my own.”
>”There ya go, that’s the spirit! A drink tah celebrate!”
“Yeah! Drinks all around!” You get up and point to everyone, “Drinks are on me! You guys have like Mexican money! So I can pay for everyone!”
>The crowd erupts in a joyous cheer, as you plop back on the seat, and draw Applejack in a tipsy hug, and ruffle her mane.
“Thanks for the pep talk, when I get home, Fluttershy is gonna see a brand new me. Ready for responsibility.”

>The next morning, Fluttershy wakes up, and looks to the side. You’re bed is empty, with no sign of you having spent the night in it. When she comes down the steps, she sees a small gathering of her woodland critters by the couch.
>Getting closer she sees you facedown on the table, Angel is holding a bucket by your face, and a bear is gently patting your back.
>Fluttershy sighs.
>Late in the evening, you slowly wake up, and realize you’re in Fluttershy’s bed. With a damp cloth over your forehead, you pull it off, and toss it to the side. The hangover works its dark magic, by having your head throb, and stomach in pain.
>Bear notices you come to, and claps his paws happily, before groaning bear nonsense. From the bathroom, you hear Fluttershy say, “Anon’s awake?” The door swings open as Fluttershy comes out with a pink towel over her mane, and bathrobe wrapped around her body, “I’m so glad.” She flaps over, and checks your temperature.
“What happened?”
>”Bear found you outside on the floor with a really bad tummy ache, so he brought you in, and looked after you until I woke up.”
>You sit up, and rub your head.
“Oh, yeah, guess I went overboard last night, never again.”
>”Now you just take it easy, and get lots of rest, I’ll look after you until you get better.”
“Thanks, but..I really could use a lot of water right now.”
>”Oh..all right. Coming right up.”
>She flaps away, and out the door as you rest back into bed, having a drinking contest with Applejack was not the height of responsibility, but it did make for a perfect send off to childishness.

>Its 4 in the morning, and slowly you awake from your long hang over sleep. Today starts the week of Fluttershy’s mandatory vacation, and its just the head start you need. Washing up, you grab the razor, and hold it tight, before looking into the mirror, at your stubble covered face.
“I..am a man.”
>With a nice shave, and shower, you set to work in the kitchen. Fluttershy rises with the roosters, and from what she told you, often joins them outside, for the morning ritual of cawing the sunrise.
>As you scramble eggs, and whisk pancake batter in front of the stove, from out the window, you see the roosters start to gather by the fence.
“Don’t got much time.”
>Sure enough, you see Fluttershy out there, with her mane all frizzy, and eyes rather droopy. You smile at how silly her bed-head look.
>The roosters all give a mighty caw, as the sun begins to peak over the horizon, and you can faintly hear her join in with them, “Caw-ca-do-da-doo.” She whispers before smiling proudly to herself.
>She stretches, and does a few warm-ups outside, before wiping away the massive amounts of sweat that accumulated from her small “workout”.
>Flapping upstairs, you hear her land, and then her hoofsteps as she goes to the shower. By now, you have most of breakfast finished, so you sit at the table, and fold open the paper.
>When Fluttershy is finished getting ready, she comes down the steps, and sees you have breakfast ready. For her, and you, “Oh my, what is this?”
“I made breakfast. Dig in, take it easy, I’m treating you.”
>”Oh that’s all right, I..”
“No, I insist, sit down, unwind, and just relax. Leave everything to Anon.”
>She slowly sits at the table, and looks over her parfait, before scooping up a bit, and slowly tasting it, “It’s good.”
“You like it? I made it myself.”
>”Really? I had no idea you were so good at cooking.”
“Nah I’m lying, I had bought that from Pinkie Pie.”
>”Oh you’re terrible.”
>You smile at her, and she blushes before looking to the side, “Thank you.”
>From then on, you did just what you said, you took care of everything. You fed the animals, you sent her to the spa with Rarity to relax, because she kept trying to sneak in work, and you even did the laundry.

>As Fluttershy
>In you’re room; you rest in bed, while looking up at the ceiling, and petting Angel bunny. Anon went to go order pizza, and a rent a movie.
>Despite Anon’s best attempts at making you take it easy, you seemed to get more distraught with each day. How such a horrible pony like you, could be rewarded for treating him so badly.
>You must have made him snap, punished him so bad, he felt that he was responsible for it, and had to make it up to you.
“Oh, what am I gonna do? I made Anon get Stockholm syndrome!”
>You cry into Angels tiny little shoulder, while he pats you on the back, not really caring for this conversation.
>You wipe away the tears, when you hear the door downstairs open. Anon’s strange set of two hoofsteps, come quickly up the steps, and there is a knock at the door.
>”Hey, I got the pizza, and a movie, hope you like action.”
>Downstairs, you sit on the couch mulling over these thoughts of Anon, when he plops besides you, and offers you a slice.
>You politely decline; he shrugs, and eats it instead. As the movie starts, you stare at the screen, but don’t really pay attention to what’s going on. Some muscle bound stallion, with a red shirt, and black shades, lifts a large gun, and smirks before saying, “Asta la vista, filly.” And then firing into a crowd, shrieks, and wails fill the room, but you don’t really care.
>Anon leans in, and notices this, “What’s up? Normally stuff like this would have you fainted by now.”
“Huh? Oh yeah…it’s horrible.”

>As Anon
”You all right? You haven’t been the same in a while.”
>At the point, she is almost in tears. You gently place your hand on her head, and pet her.
[“This is it Anon, prove to her that you like her, and can be somebody she can count on.”]
“Hey you can tell me, I don’t care about your problems…[“Shit”] “Oh wait, that came out wrong.”
>She begins to cry, as you stammer for something more reassuring to say.
“I mean.. I mean that I don’t care if you’re feeling…gah…look, I care about you, a lot.”
>Her crying almost comes to a stop, as she slowly looks up at you, and wipes her nose.”
“You’re the nicest, kindest, coolest mare I’ve ever known, and I want you to tell me whatever is bothering you. I mean, we may have been married by accident, but, I’m glad it was with you.”
>She wipes away the tears from her eyes, as you rub your arm.
“Sorry, I’m not real good with words.”
>She smiles, before hugging you, “I’m glad it was with you too.”

>At the next mating season, Fluttershy, her friends, and you, all stand around in the middle of the Everfree forest. Fluttershy bashfully avoids any eye contact with you, as you perform the mating the dance, in all its silly movements.
>It’s a good thing Fluttershy wanted a private ceremony, because this shit is silly as all hell.
>Rainbow looks on, you raises an eyebrow, before tapping Twilight, “Hey, aren’t they already mates?”
>”Technically yes, but they wanted a fresh start, to do it right this time.”
>”I guess.”
>As you finish off, Fluttershy lowers herself to the ground, crawls around you, plumage fully puffed out, and whispers “Nay.” Before making eye contact with you, locked eye to eye, the two of you blush, before looking away, and leaning in to kiss.
>With a little kiss, Fluttershy and you break away. Suddenly, Fluttershy jumps on you, and locks her back legs around your pelvis, before flapping her wings violently, “CAW!! CAW!! CAW!!”
>She begins to ride you like a rental car, and actually knocks you down and onto your back.
“Jesus!!”
>All of her friends look on in horror, expect for Raindbow Dash, Applejack taps her to get her attention, “Is that there normal?”
>”Huh? Yeah it’s normal, you never seen two pegasi mate before?”
>Rarity covers Sweetie Belle’s eyes, and leads her away, “In any case, we should really give these two some privacy.”
>”Ah hear that.”
>The mares walk away, while you struggle on the floor with Fluttershy, you reach out to them and scream.
“God don’t leave me like this! Somebody help me!”
>As they disappear into the foliage, only the sounds of your screams and Fluttershy’s caws can be heard. Today was a bad day for a mating.