[FR] Tough Love - 4 Owning Up (Completed 7/18)

Completed: 7/18/12

Enjoy!

***Your POV***
Time: 8 hours after your arrest.
Location: Police station, front desk/waiting lobby
***

>Both you and Roid Rage make your way through the empty halls of prison cells and finally make it to the front desk of the police station.
>You see Spike bandaged up in various parts of his body.
>He sees you and starts running up to you.
>”Anon!  Buddy!”
”Yo!  Spi-kay!  Sup’ bruh!?”
>You squat down to his level as he gives you the hand shake that simulates the action as though you are giving each other back stabs.
“How are you feeling?  Anything broken?”
>”Nah, I’m okay!  I have scales, remember?  It’ll take more than just a few hits to take me out!”
“Spike…”
>You now took a more serious tone in your voice while your facial expression changed.
>Spike picked up on it and started looking a bit worried.
“Why’d you have to go and get yourself hurt like that, ya big knucklehead?  It’s very dangerous to do what you just did and that’s something you should leave to me only!  That was MY fight and you had no right to interfere with something like that, understand?” You said with your hands on his shoulders.
>”I just couldn’t stand seeing you get your flank kicked around like that, bro!  We got to stand up for one another!  Isn’t that how it works?”
“Yeah, but you’re way too young to even throw a fist!  You’re only a kid; you shouldn’t be doing stuff like that!  You should be listening to Twilight and burying your nose in books!  She knows what’s best for you, kiddo!”
>Yeah, but…”
“Don’t worry about me, okay?  I can take care of myself.  It’s you I’m worried about.  You see, this is one of the reasons why Twilight doesn’t want us hanging out with each other.  I seem to be a bad influence to you.  Look where it’s landed you!”
>You pause for a moment.
“Also…”
>”Hm?  What is it, Bro-non?”
>You let out a sigh.
“I’m sorry, man.  Now that I think about it, the reason why you’re hurt is because I dragged you into this.  I shouldn’t be blaming you; I should be blaming myself.  I’m so sorry, Spike.  I should have just let her go.”
>“It’s okay, Anon.  Really!  I knew what I was getting myself into.  Besides, even if you didn’t know what she did to me, I still would have gone after her myself.”
>Poor little guy was still so young and impressionable.
>Why should you go around doing shit like this to corrupt his youth and innocence?
“Spike...”
>”Don’t forget, she pushed your mom around and made her cry!  Remember?”
“Yeah.  She did do that.  She also said derogatory things about her as well that just made me flip out.  And also, when she hurt you, I just started losing it.”
>He did have a point, but it still doesn’t change the fact that you struck a female.
>Even if she did bring harm to your mother and a child.
>Were you right in what you did?
>It was ruled out as defense.
>Even if you did fail in protecting them both.
>Some fucking role model you turned out to be.
>But hey, at least you brought some justice to her.
>”Also, here!  I saved this for you!”
>He hands you the same bag of bits from earlier.
“Hey!  Thanks, little guy!”
>You grab the bag of bits and look back at him.
“You know what?  I have a better idea!  How about I give it all to you instead?”
>You then toss it back to him and he catches it.
>”WOW!  REALLY!?  But why?  My birthday isn’t for several months!”
“It’s the least I could do for you.  Take these bits as token of my apology.”
>”Apology?  You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I got you hurt and dragged into this, remember?”
>”Yeah, but-“
“I won’t take no for answer, aight?  Buy yourself something nice, or better yet buy The Cutie Mark Crusaders a gift.  Heheheh.”
>You then start nudging his arm with your elbow while clicking your tongue at him.
>“Why would I want to buy them a-  Wait…  ME AND THEM!?  Yeah right, bro!  Rarity’s the only mare for me!”
>You let out a deep sigh.
“If you say so, little guy.”
>The little guy just didn’t get it; she didn’t love him that way.  Just let him dream.  He’ll have to learn the hard way one day about the cruelty and joys of females.  That was just something even you can’t teach him.  Experience may be a cruel teacher, but it’s usually the wisest and best kind of instructor.
>“Thanks for the bits, Anon!  I don’t know what to say…”
“Just have fun with it!  But make sure it is good CLEAN fun, okay?  No bars, clubs, pubs, or strip joints for you, kiddo!  If you spent it on something like that, Twilight would kill us both!”
>”She’ll kill us if she’s being merciful.  There are worse things she’ll do to us.”
“Like what, if I may so much as ask?”
>”She would…  *gulp*  LECTURE us to death.”
“Whoa!  Buck that!  I’d welcome the sweet vengeful wraths of the goddesses over and over again before spending a minute listening to THAT!”
>”PFFFFFFFFFTBTBFTBFBTFTTFBBTFFFFFTBWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!  I know, right!?  If I had a choice, I’d really want to be first in line for that punishment!”
>The both of you let out boisterous laughter.
>“Hey umm, Anon?”
>He asks while the both of you settle down your laughter.
>You give him the Sup’ nod.
>“I never told you this, but…”
”But what, Spike?  What be on your mind, mon?”
>“You’re more than just a friend to me; you’re like…  No…  You ARE my bigger and older brother.  Don’t worry about what Twilight thinks about you or says to you, okay?  You’re always cool in my book no matter what, so don’t be afraid to stop by my place whenever you feel like it.”
>He starts looking down while sniveling.
>You can see tears streaming down his face.
>“I don’t know what would happen if you were gone, bro.”
>He then starts wiping his tears with his arm.
“…”
>Damn, dude.
>He really was worried about you when you got locked up.  He was probably afraid he’d never see you again as well.
>You had no idea that he saw you as a big brother rather than just a bromance crush.
>He walks towards you and gives you a hug around your waist while wiping his tears on your shirt.
>Looks like you had another reason to stay out of trouble and obey the law.
>Not only for your mom, but for him as well.
>You return his hug.
“Same here, Spike.  Same here.”
>D’aaaaaaaawwwwww’s.   Daaaaawwwww’s everywhere.
>Nosy-ass fucking ponies.   Why don’t they mind their own goddamn business?
>As you stand up, Spike wipes his tears, clears his throat, and tries puffing out his chest signifying his manliness while trying to forget that he had shed any tears.
>You couldn’t help but laugh as you started mock punching and boxing him on his shoulder.
>He puts up his arms in defense and starts playing along with you while laughing.
>You start hearing sniveling once again, but it wasn’t coming from Spike this time.
>It came from behind and it sounded like…
“Roid Rage?  Are you okay, bruh?  Are you…  Crying!?”
>You turned around to see the oversized pony wiping his tears and turn his face away from you.
>”N-no, bro! *Sniff*  I ain’t no little sissy filly; I’m a colt!  And colts don’t cry!  Just… got something in my eye, you know?  In fact, I’m so pumped up, Imma hit the weights tonight!  Listen, I gotta go.  See you around, bro!”
>Not much of a liar, that Roid Rage.
“Aight, dude.  If you say so.”
>Right after you brohoof the neckless pony, he dashes out the door clearly sniveling and suppressing his cries.
>“What about OUR thanks, Anon?  Did you forget about us?  We had a helping hoof in bailing you out also!”
>You turn around and see a mint colored pony with a contrasting green mane and a light-tanned pony with a blue and pink mane.
“Oh!  Hey, Lyra!”
>She had that same grin every time she was around you with her eyes lit up like a damn x-mas tree.
>Her life partner on the other hand didn’t look like she was glad to see you though.
>She had a death glare fixed on you.
“Bon-bon.  A pleasure as always.”
>You said with some sarcasm in your tone which she picked up.
>“Hmph!”
>It always was fun pissing her off regardless of the consequences that followed.
>She never really did like you to begin with.
>She really needed to learn how to be a little more secure with her relationship with Lyra.
“I’ll assume you two were my eye witnesses.  I can’t thank the both of you enough for bailing me out.  Especially you, Bon-bon.  You’re the last pony I’d expect to help me out.”
“Yeah, well…  We’re not fond of Gilda.  I’ll admit, even if we don’t see eye to eye on some things, what you did was…  somewhat admirable.”
>You cock your eyebrow at Bon-bon.
“What’s this?  Appraisal from the very same pony who physically threatened me if I was anywhere near her precious little Lyra?  Also, do you have a cold again?  Your voice seems to be different, yet again.”
>”Shut the buck up, you overeducated monkey!”
>You start laughing once again, but then turn your attention to Spike.
>He seemed to have been getting a little upset at Bon-bon’s little remark about you.
>If you’re going to have any redeeming qualities as a role model, at least try to start establishing them now.
“Listen, Bon-bon…  I’m sorry.”
>”Yeah well you can go kiss the fattest part of my fla-  Wait…  What was that?”
“I never meant to come between you and Lyra, Really!  I knew that she was your special somepony and I never really did want to affect your relationship negatively with her.  Can we start over again as friends?”
>She seemed to have been in shock, and so was Lyra.
>”Wha-…  What’s your angle in all of this, you homewrecker?  Why now, all of a sudden?”
“There is no angle, Bon-bon!  Come on, you know it isn’t healthy to hold grudges like this, right?  I’m trying to teach my little brother Spike something here.  I want to teach him compromise, reconciliation, and that such meaningless quarrels are a waste of time and energy.”
>”…”
”If not for me, at least for Spike.  Come on!”
>You extend your hand out to her.
>She looks at it.
>Then at Spike.
>Then back at you.
>She hesitates at first, but she finally gives in and shakes it.
“Thank you, Bon-bon.  Even if you hate me less, I can still live with that.”
>”No…  I’m sorta glad we can come to some kind of agreement.  In fact, it feels...  somewhat nice to let it go.”
“Likewise.  I'm not going to ask you to change your perception of me overnight.  Just take your time, okay?”
>You replied with a warm smile.
>She returns your smile with a smile of her own.
>”Also…”  Bon-Bon continued.  “As much as I would hate to admit it, you aren’t really that bad looking.  I can see why Lyra had a bit of a crush on you.  You have a pretty nice flank yourself, even as a human.”
>Crush?  Try obsession.
“Ha!  Thanks!  I owe my gi-nourmous Brazilan-like ass to countless squats and deadlifts in the gym!  Also I-…   Wait…  WHAT DID YOU SAY!?”
>”Um…  Nothing!”
>Pokerface.jpg
“Right.  That’s…  what I thought.”
>”Oh, you two!  I’m so glad we can all be friends!”  Lyra said as she came in between the two of you and wrapped her forehooves around the both of you.
“Yeah, same here.  Also, from the bottom of my heart, I thank the both of you.  I really wish I can make it up to the both of you!”
>Lyra’s grin started stretching from ear to ear.
>”Well maybe you can, Anon!  Maybe you can…”
>A smirk appeared on Bon-bon’s face.
>Oh god…
>What now?
>”Say, Spike?  Do you mind waiting here for a minute in the police station?  Anon, Auntie Bon-bon, and I are going to have a talk about grown-up stuff.”
>”Grown-up stuff?  Pfffft!  I think I’m old enough to handle it!”
“Spike, do as she says!”
>You damn-near yelled with your eyes almost popping out of your head.
>”Oh, alright.  Fine.”
>He sits on the bench with his arms crossed while pouting.
>The three of you walk outside together.
>”Now…  About what you owe us…”  Lyra said.
“I don’t have a lot of bits right now… But I will gladly pay you in installments!”
>You said while hoping they were talking about money.
>”Oh, I don’t think she wants money, Anon.  I think she wants something else.”
“Care to elaborate?”
>You should have just fucking walked away.  Idiot.
>”You see, Bon-bon and I have been trying to find new ways to spice up our…  Relationship.”
“Might I suggest hang gliding or skydiving?  I also know a club around here where you can really have some fun.”
>”Not like that, Anon.  What I mean is that we want to try something different…”
“Still not following you.”
>”In bed.”
“There’s a mattress store from here.  They’re probably closed now, but check with them tomorrow.”
>Smooth like butter**
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**Not really
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>How much longer are you going to play stupid?  It can only hold out for so long unless they directly tell you that-
>”We want to have a threesome with you!”
“Are you sure you want me tagging along everywhere you go?  It would be pretty awkward of me to be the 3rd wheel, don’t you think?”
>"Oh for the love of Celetia!”  Bon-bon chimed in.  “Are you seriously that dense!?"
“Umm…  Sure!  Why not?”
>”We…”
“Uh-huh.”
>”Want…”
“Okay.”
>”To..."
“Still with you.”
>”Rut…”
“Hmm-hmm.”
>”You…”
“Yes?”
>”Sense…  less… ly.”
>You pause for a moment.
“Now…  When you say ‘rut you senselessly,’ is that just your way of saying that you want to take me out to dinner and ending the night with a hearty handshake while practicing celibacy and suppressing sexual urges specifically towards humans whose names begin with the letter A and end with the letter N?”
>”ANON!”  They both screamed in unison.
“Alright!  I get it!  Geez!  What really confuses me about all this is that you, Bon-bon, are allowing me to mess around with your special somepony!  I thought she was yours and belonged to no pony else!  You even threatened me with death when I waved hi to her one day!”
>”You know what?  Buck it, I’ll admit that you’re not bad looking.  It is true that I have threatened you from time to time but now we’re past that, are we not?  Besides, there aren’t many males to choose from in this town.  And the ones available aren’t as interesting as you. ”
>Bon-bon then starts to circle you as you keep your eyes on her.
>“ Perhaps there is more to you than just being a wise-cracking monkey with way too much freedom and smarts.  Maybe I was wrong about you.”
“I really wish you weren’t.  I’m starting to wonder if we were better off with your hate relationship with me.  I think I’m even actually starting to miss the death threats and you chasing me away.”
>”I don’t.  I think I’m really starting to enjoy this new relationship of ours!  Your unusually shaped yet large flank tells me you got some strong thrusting muscles, teehee!  I’ll bet you can fuck like a rabbit all night lo-”
“Enough!  That’s more than I need to hear!  Also, another thing!”
>You then turn your attention to the mint colored p0ny.
“Lyra!  I want that naked photo of me back!  That was only meant for my use and mine alone!  I promise I won’t get mad if you confess right now!”
>”And I keep telling you that I don’t have it!  And even if I did, I wouldn’t give it to anyp0ny!  I’d keep it all to myself!”
“You had it at one point, didn’t you?”
>”…Maybe?  Sorta.”
>You fucking knew it.
“What do you mean ‘maybe sorta!?’”
>”I kinda lost it.  It’s a damn shame!  I never really did have a chance to have any REAL fun with it.”
>Nice.  Fucking beautiful.
“And where did you lose it?”
>”I forget.  Besides, why are you so bent out of shape about this?  You shouldn’t be ashamed of your nude form, Anon!  You have quite the body and I often lose myself while staring at your…  flawless… and… well sculpted…  form.”
>Her eyes start drifting to your crotch.
“This is ridiculous.  Bon-bon, talk some sense into your Lyra here!”
>She too has her gaze redirected on your crotch.
>You let out a sharp whistle and they redirect their attention to your eyes.
“You know what?  Screw it.  I’m out.  It’s been a long day for me, I’m hungry, and I have things I must take care of.  Can all of this wait till’ some other time?  Just promise me that it won’t fall into the hooves of young little foals, okay?  You don’t need to destroy their innocence or whatever’s going to be left of it when they grow up.”
>“I don’t have it!  How many times do I have to tell you this!?”
"Whatever, dude!  Whatever!”
>You then walk into the police station and call Spike.
“Spike!  Come on, bruh!  Let’s go home!  I think we’re done here.”
>He stands up and rushes to you.
>You pick him up and hoist him behind your neck while letting him sit on your shoulders.
>As you continue walking, Lyra and Bon-bon stop in front of you blocking your path.
“Don’t think this is over, Anon...”  Lyra said while poking your midsection with her hoof.  “We won’t forget this.  You still owe us for what we did for you.  Big time.”
“Can’t I just pay it forward?  After all, a good deed itself is its own reward!”
“No.”  Bon-bon chimed in.  “It is getting late and we’ll let you go for now, but don’t think you’re off the hook.  We will discuss this another time.  Until then…”
>They both walk past you with each of their tails gently brushing up against you.
>“Keep going to the gym and keep your thrusting muscles strong, cutie.  You’re gonna need them if you want to last with the both of us.”  Bon-bon continued.
>You pinch the bridge of your nose as you start walking away from them.
>How the Hell was it possible to raise children in a world like this?
>There may have not been a lot of crime in this world to corrupt young ones, but the lewd nature of these mares kinda made up for it.
>Either way, you were sure little ones were going to grow up warped in some way.
>”What was that all about?”  Spike asks while scratching his head clearly confused.
“Don’t worry about it.  Anyways…”  You said while trying to steer the subject of the conversation in your favor.  “Wanna get some ice cream and hit the batting cages later on tonight?  We’ll see if bro-dash wants to join in as well!”
>”Actually Anon, I think it’s best if we go see Twilight and Fluttershy first.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.  They’re gonna flip if we don’t let them know we’re probably breaking our curfews tonight.”
>”Hahahaha!  You have a curfew?  How old are you?”
“I have a few years on my mother.  Embarrassing, I know.  But even if she gave me one, I just rolled with it just so she doesn’t worry about me.”
>”Speaking of which, there was something I’ve always wanted to know.  None of the other ponies ever seem to tell me or even know the answer.”
“Yeah?”
>“Why did you adopt Fluttershy as your mother even though you’re older than her?  Also, why so suddenly?  Even during the time when you first arrived in Equestria, you let her adopt you as her son in such a short amount of time.  It seems kinda soon.”
“…”
>”Anon?”
“I’d rather not get into that.”
>”Huh?  Why not?”
“Sorry, kid.  Boundaries.”
>”Come on!  I thought we were bros!  You can tell me anything!”
“We are, no doubt!  But you’re a little too young to understand.  It’s kinda complicated, but I have my reasons.  It’s something I really don’t like talking about.”
>Spike was a smart dragon for a kid his age, but could he really understand why?
>”Aww, are you sure you can’t tell me?  I’ll try to understand!  Just try me-“
“I said let it go, man!  Geez...”
>You continue walking forward while looking down slightly.
>Spike picked up on your mood and started becoming concerned.
>”Oh, okay then.  I should’ve known it was a touchy subject.  Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into you.  Forget I said anything.”
>You let out a sigh.
“Nah, man.  Don’t worry about it.  Maybe I’ll tell you one day when you’re older.  But for now, let it go.”  You said while patting him on the shoulder.  “Anyways, we’re getting close to your place.  I hope Twilight lets you stay out for a bit.”
>”Actually, Twilight isn’t at my place.”
“Hmm?  Where is she then?”
>”She’s over at your place with Fluttershy along with the rest of the gang.”
“Why’s that?”
>”Fluttershy was an emotional wreck while you were gone.  She and everyp0ny else is trying to comfort her.”
>Shit.  You forgot already.  Idiot.
“Wait…  What do you mean an ‘emotional wreck?’”
>”Twilight told me everything that was going on with her while I was in the clinic, but then she went back.  After Twilight’s sleeping spell wore off, she woke up and started crying constantly on your bed.  She didn’t want to do anything but hide under your covers and mope.  She was so out of it that they had to do all of the chores you two normally do together.  She didn’t eat and all she did was cry and sleep the entire day.  I don’t know how she’s doing now though.”
>Mother of fucking Celestia.
“Shi-…  Er…  I mean, Shoot!  I’m in some real trouble now, aren’t I?”
>You then started picking up the pace while speed walking and occasionally jogging back to your home while still giving Spike a piggy-back ride on your shoulders.
>”Anon!  Slow down!  Fluttershy’s place isn’t THAT far away from here!  You should really-  WHOA!”
>You then start sprinting while weaving and leaping over any obstacles in your way.
“Hang on, Shy.  Your baby boy is coming home.”
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Back at Fluttershy’s cottage…
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>The rest of the mane six was still within Fluttershy’s Cottage.
>Things seemed to have thankfully settled down and have gone back to normal.
>Pinkie Pie seemed to have had trouble keeping her feet on the ground while bouncing around, Applejack & Rainbro Dash were having their usual bickering of who’s strength was superior, and Rarity was going off on how barbaric and uncouthe their test of strength was.
>“How are you feeling now?”  Twilight asked.
>”A little better.  I’m so glad I have you all around to keep me company and help me in my time of need.”
>”I’m glad we can help, but now there’s something else we need to discuss.”
>”Hmm?  What is it, Twilight?”
“It was about our previous discussion about Anon from earlier in the Sugarcube Corner.”
>The room immediately went silent and all eyes were on Fluttershy.
>”…”
>”So let me ask you again…  Why do you love Anon the way you do?”
>”Say…  Umm..  Twilight…  How about I make us some tea?”
>”Sure, but we need to-“
>”It’s a special blend that I had picked up while shopping with Anon and I know you’re just going to love it!”
>”That’s nice, but-“
>”It’s both my favorite and my Sweetie’s favorite type of tea.  It’s a little something we like to share together whether we have company or if it’s only just us two.”
>Fluttershy rushes over to the kitchen and starts filling a kettle with water.
>She then lights her stovetop and places it on the burner.
>Twilight sighs as she walks over to her friends and gathers the members of Fluttershy’s “brain trust group.”
>”Do you really think we should confront this problem of hers right now?”  Rarity said.  “She just got over Anon being in jail and she just recovered from this ordeal.  Do we really need to add more stress for her to deal with?  We might risk a relapse.”
>”Now is the opportune time.  Anon isn’t here to cloud her judgment or distract her.  We need to nip this thing in the bud before it becomes even more out of control than it already is.  If we don’t stop her now, Fluttershy may still continue taking advantage of Anon in other ways.  Also, all of you promise me one thing.”
>”What is it, Twilight?”  Applejack spoke.
>”Promise me that none of you will tell Anon what he did to Fluttershy.”
>”What!?  Why not!?”  They all said in unison.
>”What’s the deal Twi?  Weren’t you the one who tried telling him earlier in the Sugarcube Corner what it was he did with her?”  Rainbow Dash said.
>”Yes.  But after doing a bit of thinking, it may be best if neither of us tell him.  Just trust me on this, you’ll see why.  Come on, let’s go talk to her.”
>”I still think it’s too soon to talk about this.”  Rainbow dash said.
>”I agree.  I’ve got a bad feeling about this….”  Pinkie Pie replied.
>The rest of the mane six approaches Fluttershy, but still kept some distance from her.
>”Fluttershy.  We need to talk about you and Anon.”
>Fluttershy now seems to be also frantically searching the cupboards and pantries for what she needs.
>”Ohhhh, where did I put that can of tea leaves?  I could have sworn it was in this drawer!”
>”You can’t keep hiding from this problem and keep pretending that this will go away on its own.  You will have to face this eventually.”
>“Ah-ha!  There you are, you sneaky little thing!  Thought you could hide from me, could you?”
>”It’s like Rarity said:  It’s not wrong to love him, but you need to decide HOW you love him.  You can’t love him the way you do now.  It’s true that he isn’t blood-related to you, but he sees you as his mother!”
>“W-would all of you like a cup too?  I have plenty for everyp0ny!  You’re all just going to love this.  R-really!”
>”The relationship that you are sharing with him is forbidden!  You even fooled him into committing an incestuous act upon you!  I’ve seen you two in public and the way you treat him!  It’s wrong and honestly, I’m sure I'm not the only p0ny who finds it a bit creepy!  Do you understand!?  It’s wrong!”
“…”
>Fluttershy continues to set up a serving tray with several empty cups, but she seems to be losing her focus and fumbling around with anything she gets her hooves on.
>”FLUTTERSHY!  Tell us!  WHY!?  Why do you love him like this!?  Why are you putting yourself through all of this anguish for him!?”
>Fluttershy suddenly picks up and slams the serving tray on the kitchen counter while shaking.
>The loud piercing sounds of ceramic cups falling and crashing to the ground fill the room followed by the sound of the kettle whistling.
>”F-Fluttershy?”
>”Why…?”  Fluttershy quietly muttered as she slowly turned off the stovetop burner.
>Uncomfortable silence fills the room once again.
>”Why, what?”
>Fluttershy starts shedding tears on the counter while shivering and lowering her head.
>”Why…  *sob*  …can’t you just let me be happy?  Why can’t you let me enjoy this happiness I share with my Anon?  Why do you want to take that away from me?”
>”See, Twilight!”  Rarity whispered.  “I told you that it was too soon!  She’s still too vulnerable!  She’s going to have another relapse!”
>”I’m sorry, but she needs to hear this!  The sooner, the better!”  Twilight said.
>”What’d I ever do to you, HUH!?  What’d I ever do to you!?  Why can’t you just leave us alone!?  Why are you trying to come between us and our love!?”
>”We’re not trying to come between the two of you!  We’re just worried of what others might think.”
>“I don’t care what anyp0ny thinks or what society says about us!  As long as we love and have each other, we’re both happy!”
>”But what about Anon?  Don’t you care what HE thinks and what HE wants?  How do you think he would act if he found out he was doing…  things…  to his own mother?”
>“…”
>”So tell us.  Why?  Why are you tearing yourself up like this?  Why do you love him the way you do?”
>Fluttershy then turns to face her friends with tear-filled eyes.
>”I love him as my own and I would die without my little baby Anon.  I really would go to Tartarus for him and back without a moment’s hesitation.  You have to believe me!”
>”We know that, Fluttershy.  And he would probably do the same for you.”  Rarity chimed in.
>”But it is true that I’m in love with him as well.”
>”That’s where the problem lies.  This is where it becomes complicated for the both of you.”  Twilight said.
>“I’m sorry, but I can’t help it.”
>”You do know that Anon doesn’t love you like that, right?  He doesn’t show any intimate interest in any other species other than his own.  The very thought of him being intimate with another p0ny has probably never crossed his mind.”
>”But I can still dream, right?  As long as he’s naïve, I can express my desires and feelings without him ever knowing.  It gives me the upper hoof and advantage that other ponies won’t have.  I figured that as long as I’m his mother, I’ll always be closer to him than any other p0ny can.  I can continue gaining more of his trust and love and I know he’ll always come back and concede to me.”
>All of the other ponies’ eyes widen in shock and disgust.
>”That’s so deceiving!”  Rainbow Dash spoke.  “You’re using your parental bond and Anon’s trust to get what you want with him even at the cost of what he believes!?  That’s just plain wrong!”
>“Ah agree!  Ah can’t believe what ah’m hearin’!”  Applejack added.  “Not only is it wrong, but it’s downright selfish!  Yer manipulatin’ him and playing him like he’s some kind of wind-up toy!”
>”I know, but…  It’s just that…  He…  I…  Oh, Dear Sweet Celestia!  I need help!  I don’t know what to do anymore!  I’m…”
>Fluttershy kneels down on the ground while burying her head under her fore hooves she starts crying once again.
>”I’m the worst mother in the world!”
>Twilight slowly approaches Fluttershy and kneels down next to her while draping one of her forehooves around her.
>”Listen to me and answer me honestly…  Do you really love and care for Anon?”
>Fluttershy nods while still having her head buried underneath her forehooves.
>”Then be there for him as his mother.  Love him like your son and learn to separate your feelings for him.  Respect his wishes and accept what he sees you as.  He loves you and places so much of his trust within you.  He has plenty of friends, but you’re different to him.  You’re not only his mother; you’re his whole world and you’re all he has.  In fact, you’re probably the only being in this world he loves.”
>”I’ll try, but it’s so hard.  I really don’t want to lose him.  He’s just so…”
>”I know, I know.  But he sees you as his mother.  And as his mother, you’re going to have to learn how to step up to the plate and BE his mother rather than just acting as one.  Be there for him and be strong for your child.  Embrace the suffering that you will have to endure for him as his parent, and he’ll do the same for you as your son.  Understand?  Even if he is older than you, he still needs you to be strong for him.”
>”Okay.  I’ll try for him.”
>”Also, we’re not going to tell him the carnal act you fooled him into committing.”
>”W-why not?”
>”Because if you’re going to be his mother, then you have to start owning up to your actions and mistakes.  If he heard it from one of us rather than you, it would probably hurt him too much.  It’s up to you if you want to tell him, but sooner or later he will find out what you and he did together.  Be ready for that.”
>“I understand.”
>”Your feelings for him are misplaced right now.    But we’ll be there for you and help you in any way we can, understand?   We’ll see this through together; you’re not alone.”
>”Thank you.”
>Then there was a knock on the door.
>”Ahh!  That must be Spike coming back from the clinic!  I’ll get it!”  Applejack spoke as she rushed over to the door.
>But when she opened the door and saw Spike on your shoulders, her jaw nearly fell to the ground.
“You might want to pick that up.  Heh.”
>You walk inside with Spike still sitting on your shoulders.
>Applejack dives towards you while wrapping her hooves around you.
“Never thought I’d actually say this, but it’s good to see you too, AJ!  Now get off of me and stop dry-humping me…”
>You said as you try shoving her face away from you.
>You start walking towards the rest of the mane six while feeling AJ’s eyes staring right through you.
>You see the rest of the mane six's eyes widen and their jaw dropping as well.
>They all looked very happy to see you.
“Hey, Ma!  Your little bundle of joy is home and is a free man!”
>All except for your mother.
>You saw that her mane was somewhat tangled and her fur somewhat disheveled.  Her eyes were also red and you knew that she had been crying most of the day and just recently.
>When you came through the front door, she was always there to greet you with a smile or tackle you with a hug.
>But tonight, she didn’t.
>Fluttershy stood up while wiping her tears.
>Your mother was slowly approaching you and had no expression on her face.
>You smile as she approaches you, but she doesn’t seem to be returning yours with her own.
>Commencing jimmy rustling protocol #0987980-a7653787.  Please stand by for further rustling…
>She stops several feet in front of you.
>With her one of her forehooves, she lifts it up and points down on the ground telling you to lower yourself to meet her level.
>You do as you’re asked and kneel down.
>”Spike…”  Fluttershy said with almost no emotion in her voice.  “Get off of Anon and back away from him.  Now.”
>”O-okay.”  He replied as you lift him off your shoulders and place him on the ground gently.
“How you doin, Mom?”  You ask with some hint of worry in your voice of which you were trying to mask.
>*WHAM*
>Fluttershy pulls her left hoof back and throws a hook on your right jaw knocking you off your balance and causing you to land on the ground on your left side.
>The rest of the mane six drop their jaws to the ground and gasp.
>”Anon!”  Your rainbow-maned bro screams.
>Dash tries to rush over to you, but is immediately halted by Twilight.
>”Stay out of this, Rainbow Dash.  This is between the two of them only.  Let them handle it.”
>She hesitates at first, but eventually decides to back down.
>You stand on all fours while facing the ground and moving your lower jaw to see if you were able to eat solid food again.
>You stick two fingers into your mouth and pull it back out to see that there is some blood on it.
>Goddamn, she can hit hard also.  Maybe even harder than Gilda.
>At least now there was some expression on your mother’s face.
>Unfortunately for you, it was anger and she seemed to have been fuming.
>You stand on your knees with your hands on your lap.
>You were shocked that your own mother struck you in the face.
>But judging from what she’s been through, it was probably nothing compared to that hit you just took.
>She moves in close to you once again, but stops in front of you.
>”Do you know what I’ve been through because of you!?  I was worried sick about you!  How can you do something so stupid and get yourself in trouble like that?”
“Shy, relax!  I got off the hook and I’m clear of any charges!”
>Except for that homicidal investigation thing, but let’s not make her worry any more than she already has.
“Besides, I wasn’t in jail for that long!  It was like only what?   About 8 hours or so?  I’m kinda used to that sort of thing back in my old world, so this was nothing.  I’m fine, really!”
>”Are you really that thick-headed!?”
“Whoa, what?  Shy, listen.  I-”
>”Don’t you ‘Shy’ me, mister!   You’re in a lot of trouble and don’t you sass me!”
>It was the first time you ever saw her like this.
>There might have been times when she was irritated by your cockiness and stubbornness.
>But never have you seen her so infuriated with you.  She’s never raised her voice at you before out of anger.
>But she is being a little more assertive and acting more like a parent to you, so it’s a start.
>Still, you’d give anything to stop the rustling.
“Seriously, what is your deal?  I got out and I’m here with you!  I really think you’re overacting!  What’s done is done, right?  It’s over now and everything can go back to normal, right?  Besides, the jail here isn’t as hard compared to my old world.  It’s almost like some kind of white collar resort.  Heck, I might even retire in a jail cell here!  Hahahah!  Heheheheh…  Eww….  Too soon?”
>”OVEREACTING!?”
>Why don’t you ever learn to shut the fuck up?
>”It’s just one big joke to you, isn’t it!?  Do you enjoy making your own mother cry and do you enjoy putting her through all of this!?  Do you really think it’s funny making me suffer!?”
“…”
>“Let me ask you something, Anon:  would you care if anything happened to me?  What would you do if it was ME being hauled away from you by those guards?”
“…”
>”Do you even care what happens to me!?  At all!?  Do you even love me!?”
“O-of course I do!  Listen Mom, I just couldn’t let Gilda get away with what she did to you and Spike!  When I heard of what she did, I wanted to set things right and even things out with her!  You were always there for me when I was in trouble, but-“
>”Enough!  I thought you knew better, but I guess I was wrong.  UGH!  I’m just so angry with you that I can’t even see straight!”
>She turns her back to you with her forehooves crossed and her nose in the air.
>”I think that we’re done here.  Go to your room.  Now.  We’ll discuss this later.  You get no dinner tonight and you’re also grounded until further notice.”
“Seriously!?  Is this what I get for trying to make things right!?  You can’t ground me!  I’m a grown-ass man!  I can do whatever I-”
>She turns around and grabs you by the collar of your shirt.
>”I said now.  Don’t make me drag you upstairs.”
>She yanks you by your shirt and throws you to the ground once again.
>As you meet her face, all you could see was nothing but anger and fury in her eyes.
“Yes, mother.”
>You stand on your feet straightening your shirt and you head upstairs.
>”You disappoint me, Anon.  I am so ashamed of you.”
>You sink and shake your head as you drag yourself to your bedroom.
>You then turn to face your friends who just witnessed your little ordeal with your mother, but they immediately avoid eye contact with you.
>You stop before your bedroom door and lean your head against it while barely listening to the conversations taking place downstairs.
>Back downstairs, Fluttershy lets out a deep sigh.
>”I know it’s hard, but you did the right thing.”  Twilight said.
>”I hope I wasn’t too hard on him.  What if he hates me?  Ohhh….  Maybe I should’ve been a little more leninent with him!  I better tell him I’m sorry!”
>”No, it’s okay!  Anon might be a bit hardened, but he can take it.  Just as long as he knows that you care and love him, he’ll be alright.  Just be there for him when he needs you, but for now don’t be afraid to break him just a little bit.  You know that he’s strong as he is stubborn.”
>”Well, he did want me to be a little more assertive and strict with him.  He told me this himself.”
>”Well, there you go!  Things will find a way to work themselves out.  Trust me.”
>”Aww, dude…”  Spike groaned.  “This sucks eggs!  Looks like I won’t be hangin’ out with Anon tonight, huh?  Ice cream sounds good right about now with my big bro.”
>”That’s going to be the least of your worries when I’m through with you, mister!”  Twilight scolded at Spike.  “How can a little dragon like you go around getting in trouble like that?  Getting into fights?  Seriously!?  I know I raised you better than that!”
>”Yeah, but Anon was in trouble!  What was I supposed to do?”
>”Stay OUT of trouble, not get INTO it!  You too are also grounded until further notice!  I don’t want you hanging out with that Anon anymore!  He’s such a bad influence on you and such a horrible role model for a growing dragon such as yourself.  Do you understand?  I don’t want you around him until you’re older and more mature.”
>Spike balls up his fists while shaking.
>”No, I won’t.”
>We’ll discuss your punishment when we get back-  Wait…  What did you say!?”
>You continue hearing their conversation with your eyes widening.
“Shit.  Looks like he’s rubbing off of me and in a bad way.  Don’t be stupid, little bro.”
>”I won’t stop hanging out with Anon and not you, Celestia, or Luna can stop me!”
>Shitjustgotreal.jpg
>”Don’t you back talk me, Spike!  Anon is a delinquent and I don’t want you anywhere NEAR him!  If I so much as see you anywhere around him, then you’re going to get it from me!”
>”Stop saying bad things about him!  You’re wrong about him, do you hear me?  You don’t even know!  He’s cool and I don’t appreciate what you’re saying about my big brother!  So just stop, okay!?  Leave him alone!”
>”He’s not your brother!  He’s a roughneck and I don’t want you anywhere around him!”
>”No!   He IS my brother and I’ll do what I want!  I’ll always have his ba-“
“SPIKE!  STOP!”  You yelled as you approached the railing of the second floor.
>”Brother?”  Spike said as he turned to face you.
“Remember what I told you?  Don’t just listen to me, but listen to Twilight.  She knows what’s best for you.  Now listen, we both screwed up and now we’re paying for it.  You gotta learn to take your punishment like man because you ain’t a little bitc-…  er…  filly, aight?  Don’t welch on it, understand?”
>”*sigh*  Okay, bro.  If you say so.”
>You then turn your gaze to Twilight, but she still seems to be glaring at you.
“Plus, she’s right.  I am a roughneck and I’m not your kind of role model.  Listen to her, okay?  Do this for me, but more importantly for yourself.  If you listen to her, you won’t end up like a screw-up like me, got it?”
>Twilight’s facial expression seemed to have shifted from anger to shock.  It looks like she wasn’t expecting this from you.
>”Anon…”  Twilight said while staring at you.
>You then hear your mother’s throat clear loudly and see that she was glaring at you from downstairs.
>You rush inside your room and close the door behind you.
>You flop onto your bed with your hands resting behind your head.
>You can still hear Twilight scolding Spike, but at least Spike wasn’t resisting or back talking her anymore.
>As time passes, it starts becoming quieter as each pony starts leaving your place.
>You lie staring at the ceiling and once again reflect upon yourself.
>More specifically what took place tonight.
>It may have felt like minutes, but a few hours have passed.
>You knew you were going to face your mother again eventually which you knew you didn’t want to do.
>You couldn’t believe it.
>Your own mother of all ponies struck you and brought physical harm upon you.
>She yelled at you.
>You made her cry and weep, but your stupid ass didn’t see the big picture until she practically spelled it out for you.
>You brought all this anguish upon her and you were responsible for all that had happened to her today.
>Even if you were gone for barely a third of the day, she proceeded to lose her goddamn mind because of you.
>It wasn’t her hit that hurt you the most; it was the words she spoke.
>She was disappointed in you.
>She was ashamed of you.
>Your mother said it herself.
>Shit.  That burned like seven kinds of Hell.
>There were times when she was irritated with your wisecracking and idiocy, but she was legitimately angry with you right now.
>You were now starting to miss your mother’s “little” displays of affection towards you and it suddenly seemed kinda nice right about now.
>Even if they were somewhat…  Questionable.
>But that wasn’t important right now.
>All she ever did was make you happy, and now look at what you did.
>Looks like you have to try to be a little more careful in the future.  It’s all you can do for now.
>Let’s see what time is it now…
>12:15 AM already?  Shit.
>It was hard to move or even get ready for bed.
>Yet, it was hard going to sleep knowing that your own mother was angry with you.
>There was no alcohol in the house, so drinking yourself to sleep was out of the question, plus your secret stash seems to have been dried out.
>If only there-
>*Knock*  *Knock*
>”Sweetie, are you awake?  Can I come in?”
>SHITFUCKPISSBALLS  WAT DO?
>You still didn’t have the nerve to face her nor did you want to confront her, so you shut your eyes while pretending to sleep.
>You hear the door creak open and hear hoofsteps as she walks in.
>Oddly enough, a pleasant and appetizing aroma fills the room.
>As she walks over to your desk, you peek with one eye and sees that she’s laying a tray with a bowl of soup and other things for you to eat.
>As she turns around, you quickly shut your eye.
>She’s slowly walking over to you and stops at the side your bed.
>Your heart starts beating faster as you try to maintain a normal breathing pattern and rhythm while hoping you don’t get called out on your bluff.
>She slowly leans in inches away from your ear.
>”Sweetie?”  She softly whispered into your ear.  “Are you asleep?”
>She stands on her hind legs as she wraps her forehooves around you while she rested her head on the crook of your neck.
>You fight the urge to shiver as you feel her soft breath on your ear and neck.
>”Don’t wake up now, Sweetie.”  She whispered into your ear.
>She then stands a little higher and gently plants a kiss on your lips that seemed to have lasted longer than it should have.
>She pulls back as you feel her breathing heavily on you and feel her hoof gently stroking your face.
>She moves in and starts nuzzling your face tenderly with hers while still holding her embrace around you.
>She was being overly affectionate again.
>Sure, it might have felt a little weird.
>But hey, she didn’t seem to be angry with you anymore.  It’s nice to know that at least.
>Besides, it’s not like she loves you in THAT sort of way, right?
>That’d be pretty fucking awkward and creepy.
>You open your eyes and groan while pretending to wake up.
>Your mother backs away from you abruptly for some unknown reason and you sit upright on the edge of your bed while forcing yourself to yawn.
“Hey, mom.  *Yaaaawwwnnn*  What’s up?”
>”OH!  Umm…  Hi Sweetie!”  She said while sounding a bit startled.  “Did I um…  wake you?”
”Yeah.  You kinda did actually.”
>”I’m sorry, Sweetie.  You just looked so peaceful and innocent while you were sleeping.  I just couldn’t resist and I just wanted to eat you up!”
“I don’t blame you!  I am adorable, aren’t I?  Hahaha!  Anyways, what can I do for you?”
>”I thought you’ve might have been hungry after a long day so I brought you something to eat.”
“Whoa, awesome!  Thanks!”
>As you try to stand up, Fluttershy immediately rushes to the tray and delivers it to you and sets the tray on your lap.
>She picks up a spoonful of soup and blows on it for you.
>”Open wide say Ahhh, Sweetie.”
>As she spoon feeds you, you stare at her with discontent.
“I think I got it under control, Mom.  I can feed myself.”  You said as you snatch the spoon away from her.
>”Well, okay.  If you say so, but I’ll stick around just to make sure.”
>She hovers around you watching every move you make.
>As you continue to eat, she moves in every now and then wiping your face with a napkin while holding an ice pack on your face.
>”That spoonful is too big, Sweetie.  Drop it.  Chew your food thoroughly.  I don’t want you choking on your food.  Stand up straight and don’t slouch.  Don’t forget to blow on your food, it’s very hot!  Here, take a sip of water.”
>You facepalm.
>You then turn your attention to her as you raise your eyebrow at her.
“I swear, Shy, with a mother like you, I’ll never need to find a wife, special-somebody or somep0ny!”
>”R-REALLY!?”
>Fluttershy’s eyes lit up.
“Yes!  Because you nag me like there’s no tomorrow!  I’ll probably never need to get married if you’re always up in my face like this!”  You said while rustling her mane.
>”Heheheh…  Umm…  Right.”
”Aren’t you supposed to be punishing me?  You’re not exactly living up to my expectations of being a strict parent.  I thought we both agreed that you should start being a little more strict and assertive with me, remember?  Also, get that ice pack off my face!  The pain is already gone.”
>”I know, I know!  But I just felt so bad about what I did!  Please don’t hate me, Anon!  You know I still care for you!”
“Of course I know that, Shy!  But sometimes you need to be a little strict with me.”
>”Yes, that is true.  But I raised my hoof at you!  I’m so sorry, Baby!”
“It might have been a little extreme and I’m not usually the one for violence.  I know that it’s ironic for me to say that considering what happened earlier, but sometimes you have to hurt the ones you love in order to show what’s best for them.  Isn’t that right?”
>Especially for your stupid ass.
>”Yes, but-“
“It’s called tough love, Shy.  Don’t be afraid to exercise it when you have to.  I might be a little upset or mad, but know that I can NEVER stay mad at you.  Ever.  Okay?”
>”R-really?  So you’ll love me no matter what?”
“Of course I will!  Why?  Is there something on your mind?”
>”Yes…  Umm…  Sweetie…  Listen, I have to tell you something and I have to be honest with you.  It’s about what you did to me in the Sugarcube Co-”
“Wait, hold on a second.  Can I say something real quick?”
>”Okay, but please Anon.  This is important!  I just want to-“
“I’m sorry, Mom.  I know really screwed up this time.  You must really be ashamed of me.”
>”…W-what?”
“I thought about what you said earlier.  What WOULD happen if they took you away from me?  If I saw you being taken to jail, I’d probably fight every single royal guard that came for you.  Hell, I’d even take on the Royal Army single-handedly if I have to.  I’d probably go berserk myself and start losing my mind.  To be honest, I can’t live without you.”
>”…”
”When I heard and saw what Gilda said about you, I just lost it.  I just couldn’t stand seeing my loved ones getting messed up like that, you know?  I tried to even things out myself, but look how that turned out.  I know I’m not the perfect son and I screw up from time to time, but then again that’s just me.  I always have to screw something up; otherwise it just wouldn’t be me.  I’m only human, right?”
>”Anon…  Please…  You’re not a scre-“
“You’ve been there for me more times than anypony or anyone I had ever met in my lifetime.  I’m so sorry for what I did and I never meant to make you cry.  I know I don’t have much I can give you, yet you’ve given me everything I have now.  I never really did thank you properly, did I?”
>”Sweetie…”
“I’m the worst son in the world.  You have every right to be disappointed and ashamed of me.”
>You fight the urge to start shedding tears, but you weren’t fooling her.
“And I don’t deserve such a wonderful mother like you.  You deserve better, not some roughneck like me.”
>”…”
“You don’t have to say anything.  I just wish I could- UNNNF!”
>Your speech is cut off as your mother wraps her hooves around your waist and burying her face in your lap.
>She then looks up as you look down to meet her gaze.
>”Sweetie, listen to me and listen carefully!  You are not a screw-up, understand!?  Don’t you EVER say anything like that ever again!  You’re perfect the way you are!”
“Do you really mean that?”
>“You’re perfect to me and I don’t ever want you to doubt yourself, understand!?  Don’t you EVER change!  Stay the way you are and don’t you ever say such demeaning things!”
“Shy…”
>You wrap your arms around her in a tight embrace and fail to hold back the tears streaming down your face.
>“Anon?”
”Yes, Shy?
>You pull away from her while still holding her close.
>She looks up to you with her face about a few inches away from yours.
>Her eyes too were filled with tears as she gazes longingly at you.
>As you stare into each other’s eyes, the both you wipe the tears from each other’s faces.
>”I…  I love you.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
>“I love you so much and more than life itself.  And I always will.  I’ll never hurt you or leave your side.  Okay?”
“Same here.”
>”I just wish I can show you how much I love you, but I just can’t seem to find the words to tell you how I feel about you or how much you mean to me.”
“It’s okay.  I know.  You don’t need to say anything more.”
>She starts fluttering up to your eye level and gives you a kiss on your lips which lasted for about several seconds.
>She tackles you gently this time while pinning you to your bed and kisses you on the lips once again. This time, the kiss lasted longer than the previous.
“Geez!  You’re really affectionate tonight, aren’t you!?”
>She giggles uncontrollably with a slight tint of red on her face.
 “Can you please get off of me?  I have to get ready for bed!”
>”No, Sweetie.  Make me.”
>You wrap your arms around her and swing her to the side of the bed.
>You then pin her down with your hand on her chest.
>She continues giggling while biting her bottom lip and gazing upon you.
”It’s getting kinda late.  We should really turn in for the night.”
>”Yes.  I suppose we should.  It’s been a long day for the both of us.  Let’s try to get some sleep, baby.”
>You bounce out of your bed and head into your bathroom.
>You then strip down to your boxers and start brushing your teeth.
“Hey, Shy?”  You called from your bathroom.
>”Yes, Anon?”
“I think I’m starting to gain weight.  I should probably stop eating at the Sugarcube Corner or at least cut down on my carb intake. Plus, I should probably start going to the gym a little more than usual.  What do you think?”
>You walk out of your bathroom in your underwear with your toothbrush in your mouth while doing your best to imitate the poses that Zyzz makes.
>Her face was done-lobster red and her wings seemed to have flared out instantly.
>“Oh!  Well…  Um…  Y-you…  seem fine to me!  Really!  You always have…  In fact, you’re a very handsome and attractive human.  A very VERY handsome and attractive human…”
“Of course you’d say something like that.  You’re my Mom and every mother’s child in their eyes is ALWAYS good looking.  I may need a more realistic critic.”
>You then continue to make failed bodybuilding poses while mentally berating yourself in front of a mirror.
>If Kai Greene were here and saw what you were doing, he’d probably toss a 45 lb. plate to your face.  (That’s 20.4 kg for our communist friends reading this.)
>“Oh, no!  I really mean it, Sweetie!  You’re such a sexy little thing!”
>You turn your attention to her.
“Umm…  Thanks!  Not the choice of words I was looking for, but that’ll do.  I guess…”
>That..  was kinda weird.  If not, somewhat creepy.
>You also notice just now that her face was red and her wings were flared out.
“Are you stressed out again?  Geez!  Remember what I said about you needing to relax?  But then again, you have been through a lot for today so I can’t really blame you.”
>You then flicked one of her wings causing her to make some kind of unusual yelping noise.
“Do you need another wing massage?”
>”I…  Umm…  Well…  You see, about that…  When you gave me a bath in the Sugarcube Corner what you did was-“
“Hang on a second, let me rinse out then I’ll get started.  Okay?  Just sit tight!”
>You rush into the bathroom and rinse out and wipe your mouth.
>You then take a seat next to her on your bed.
“Ready?  Come on!”  You said as you patted your lap.
>”Actually, Anon…  I really don’t think I should.  I’ll be fine, okay?  I really should leave now.”
>She then leaped off of your bed and started making her way to the door.
“Are you sure?  I don’t mind, really!”
>Just before she leaves, you walk towards her and pinch her wing once again causing her to let out that unusual yelping noise like before.
>You also notice that she seems to be shivering in place.
“You look like you need this, Shy.”
>You then take a seat on the side of your bed while patting your lap again.
>She looks at you, but she's hesitating.
>”…”
“Okay, that’s cool!  If you really don’t want one, I guess I can leave you be.  Goodnight, Mom.  I’ll see you in the morni- OOOF!”
>She suddenly tackles you at your midsection while once again burying her face into your lap and her forehooves wrapped around your waist.
“So…  You DO want a wing massage, I’m assuming?”
>She nods while letting out a muffled “yes.”
“Well, okay then!  Let’s get started, shall we?”
>You grab the base of her wings while grasping them as hard as you can.
>As you pull, Fluttershy starts to melt within your lap and hands.
>She is under your control with the gift you call your hands once again.
“Oh yeah, Shy?”
>”Y-yes, Anon?”
“What was it that you wanted to tell me earlier?  I know I kept interrupting you, but I think you don’t have to worry about that now.  You were saying something about what I did in the Sugarcube Corner, or something like that?  I wasn’t too sure.”
>”It’s…  UNF!  … nothing important, really!  It can wait another time…  GASP!  Just please, don’t stop touching me the way you are now…”
“Aight, cool.  If you say so.”
>She continues to writhe, shake, and shiver as she continues letting out muffled screams and moans into your lap.
>”S-sweetie?”
“Yeah?”
>”Am I a bad mother?  *GASP*  Oh yes!  That’s the spot!  More!  There!”
>Your eyes widen.
“How can you possibly ask something like that, Shy!?  Of course you’re not!  You’re the best mother ever!  I wouldn’t want you to doubt yourself also, okay?  Anyone that doesn’t think so can go buck themselves!”
>”I’m…  *squeak*  …so glad!  Oh!  Right there!  Harder!”
“Is this really making you feel good or am I hurting you?  You can be honest with me.  I can stop if you want me too.”
>”NO!  PLEASE DON’T!  KEEP GOING AND DON’T LET GO!”
“Yeesh!  Okay then.”
>She looks up to meet your gaze.
>“You’re doing great!  You see, babycakes, when you touch Mommy there it makes Mommy feel good.  Okay?”
”Really?  Good to know, then!  But just to double check, I’m not really hurting you, am I?”
>”No!  Of course not, Sweetie!  What you are doing makes Mommy feel good!  You’re making Mommy feel very VERY good!  Understand?”
“Gotcha!”
>Well, at least you know that you’re not hurting her.  She said it herself.
>“Oh dear sweet Celestia!  IT FEELS SO BUCKING GREAT!”
>That confirms it.
>“Oh, Anon…”
“Yeah?”
>”Oh, Anon!”
“What?”
>”OH, ANON!”
“Dude, why are you screaming?  I’m like right here in front of you.”
>She buries her face into your lap and lets out the loudest muffled scream as of yet.
>Her wings once again flare out and suddenly went limp.
>She shivers and finally collapses allowing her lifeless body to rest upon you.
>She then looks up to meet your face once again while gasping and breathing heavily.
>“S-Sweetie?”
“Yeah, mom?”
>”K...  K-kiss me?”
>She closes her eyes as she puckers her lips.
>You lean in and give her a small peck on her forehead.
>You pull back and can’t help but think that she wanted something more from you.  In fact, she seemed a little disappointed.
>But she was smiling at least.
“Are you alright?  How’d I do?”
>”You did great, Sweetie.  Mommy is very proud of you.  You made Mommy feel very good.”
>You pet her mane while scratching behind her ears.
>”Oh…   Another thing, Anon…”
“Hmm?”
>”Can you not mention this to anypony?  It’s…  actually rather embarrassing when you mention these wing massages to others.  I really don’t think anyp0ny else should know about this.  Let this be our little secret.  And if anyp0ny asks, just deny it.  This is something that we should keep private.  Okay?”
“Okay!  I understand.”
>”Oh and one more thing…”
”Meh?”
>She stands her forehooves on your legs and gives you a quick peck on your lips.
>”I love you.”
>You continue to pet her mane and scratch her ears.
“I know, Mom.  I know.”
>You pick her up and place her gently on the other side of your bed.
>As you settle back to your side of the bed, you see a wetspot on the floor and under the bed.
>You kneel down while touching the wetspot and run the substance through your fingers.
>It had an unusual odor and it was somewhat strong.
>Motherfucker, man...
>No…
“Are you bucking kidding me!?  I know that goddamn shit you call Angel did not piss under my bed again!”
>”EEEEEP!!  Um…  Yes, that’s exactly what happened!”  Fluttershy squeaked.  “Angel can be territorial sometimes.  I’ll be sure to talk to him and punish him accordingly tomorrow!”
“See to it that you do.”
>If you ever return to your old world, you’d really like to take Angel to your local Chinatown.  They’ll treat him just right…
>You let out a sigh as you sit down on the side of your bed.
>”Come on, Sweetie.  Come to bed with Mommy.”
>But there was no need to get riled up over such little things.
>Your mother was no longer angry, ashamed, or disappointed with you.
>She loved you once again and she was showing it rather vividly.
>You had a good feeling about all this.
“Sleep tight, Mom.”
>”You too, Baby.”
>Because everything seems to be going back to normal.
>Today was a good day.
>Not perfect, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.