AnonShy 2 (Revised)

>You open your eyes and your vision comes to.
>Did you just black out?
>Huh...
>Didn't even notice.
>Of course, how would you notice anyways?
>It's dark in the house.
>You are wrapped in a thick patched quilt.
>How long were you out?
>What time is it?
>You lie there staring up at the ceiling, allowing your eyes to adjust to the darkness.
>It must have been thirty minutes later, but you are confident in your night vision now.
>You look over and spot the dimly lit silohuette of Fluttershy sleeping on the couch.
>She must have been watching over you while you were knocked out to make sure nothing bad happened.
>That hit you a little in the chest.
>To be shown this much kindness is almost unnerving.
>It's nice to be looked after like you are.
>The realization from a few hours earlier comes crawling back into your mind.
>If this is real, are you the only human to know about it?
>Are you even still on planet Earth, or have you somehow walked yourself into another dimension?
>An even more urgent question seeps into your mind.
>One you cannot ignore and one that almost hurts to even think about.
>Do you stay or do you go?

>As you lie silently, you begin to evaluate your life up to this point.
>You had no family, having abandoned them long ago.
>You mother was left heartbroken and your father refused to speak of you.
>Feelings of guilt and betrayal was all that remained of you.
>It could largely be attributed to you telling no one of your plans.
>Matter of fact, there was no plan.
>One day you just threw some clothes into a backpack, grabbed your guitar, and just walked away.
>You had no wife to cry for you and no children to block the door to prevent your leaving.
>Memories of your friends getting into fist fights at the bar because it was the only thing to do on a Saturday night also came to you.
>A large smile stretches across your face as you box the air in the dark.
>You laughed softly to yourself as not to disturb Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy...

>You turn your head towards the little yellow pegasus sleeping on the sofa.
>After much deliberation, you have come to the conclusion that this is not a dream.
>The fact that you were alive and not frozen in the wind and rain had to mean something.
>She gave you her food, offered her home, and even her utmost concern and attention.
>The fact that she was willing to offer up anything for a stranger in need speaks volumes about her character.
>You can repay her food and the shelter for the night, but can you really pay her back for the thought and consideration she has given you?
>Rolling away from her, you face the door.
>You mull this over in your mind for well over an hour.
>Lying awake in the dark really offers you no other choice but to think about anything and everything.
>You had abandoned your life in hopes for a new start.
>Well here's your chance to start anew.
>And with the single most caring person you have ever met.
>Well, pony, but that's not important.
>Slowly sitting up, you rise to your feet.
>Without a word, you walk over to Fluttershy and lay the quilt over her.
>She immediately curls up and snuggles the newfound warmth.
>You gently lift her head and slide your pillow underneath.
>Fluttershy's chest slowly rises and falls with her breathing.
>She lets out a soft sob as you gently close the front door.

>The air is cool and humid from the rainfall earlier.
>The crickets chirp in synch with each other.
>Like a little orchestra in the night.
>The moon is bright tonight.
>The sky is overcast but clearing up as the rain clouds move away.
>The distant rumble of thunder can be heard.
>It adds an eerie atmosphere to an otherwise beautiful night.
>You have been walking for about half an hour now.
>Night walks have always been one of your favorite activites.
>Even forced walks like the day prior.
>It didn't matter what the circumstances were.
>You felt as if you were never alone at night.
>You finally find the tree from yesterday.
>The ground was damp under the branches, but not soaked like earth around it.
>You lie down against the trunk, breathe a deep sigh, and stare off into the heavens.
>You find the familiar constellations of your world, but with more altered appearances.
> Everything seems to be... "ponified".
>Orion's belt is vertical instead of horizontal.
>He looks to be standing on all fours and carrying a spear in his mouth instead of a bow.
>You laugh at the thought of a pony trying to use a bow.
>Or being a fierce hunter at all.
>Aren't they herbivores?
>Perhaps this Orion more of a warrior spirit than a hunter.
>Ursa Major in all her beauty stands defiant against the dark void that is space.
>Ursa Minor is found not far from its mother.
>You stare at it for a few minutes and you can swear that they are alive.
>The night sky here feels like it was meant to entertain others.
>You get a sudden shiver and feel as if someone was watching you right now.
>Since you feel rather awake and with nothing better to do, you reach over and pull out your guitar from its case.
>Singing is another of your most cherished activities.
>Combined with a beautiful night like this?
>You strum a few notes on your guitar, wishing instead you had a keyboard right now.
"Now that she's back in the atmosphere, the drops of Jupiter in her hair~..."

>You can see the moon about to retreat from the sky as the sun prepares to dawn on a new day.
>It must be about 5 am since the sun doesn't look like it could rise for another hour or so.
>You had been up all night just softly playing and singing to yourself.
>Perhaps it's time you actually go to bed.
>You give a large sigh as you open the door and step back into Fluttershy's house.
>She must have woken up during the night and went to her bedroom.
>The quilt was folded into a sort of sleeping mat on the floor with the pillow at the head.
>She was either expecting you to return or laid out the quilt on the chance that you may not have come back.
>Would she care if you slept on the couch?
>She did see you as an animal after all.
>However you have no evidence against her that she would be upset with you.
>Rather than assume she wouldn't care, you lie back down on the floor, trying to respect her judgement and personal property.
>About an hour later, the sun has risen and you awaken to a very angry looking rabbit stomping on your chest.
>Rather than throw your arm up and slam it into the wall, you groan and passively roll over so he slides off of you onto the floor.
>The rabbit pushes and shoves at your chest but you simply roll over once more.
>A final swift kick in the rear and you've had enough.
"Fine, I'm up!" you shout at him.
>Whatever his problem is, it's got you thoroughly annoyed.
>You grumble about not getting any sleep while you fold the quilt up and set it on the couch.
>You don't see Fluttershy, but evidence of her arousal are pretty clear.

>Your gear has been moved from where you dropped it this morning and was placed neatly and carefully in the corner.
>You make your way into the kitchen in hopes of locating Fluttershy, but she's not around.
>The kitchen itself is really not that different from a human kitchen.
>In fact, it's exactly the same!
>How does she even work the oven?
>On the counter, you spy a bowl of apples with a note beside it.
>'Dear Anonimus,' it starts.
>She spelled your name wrong, but you're more impressed with the fact that she can even write.
>And in English too!
>What, does she put the pen in her mouth or something?
>Back to the note.
>'If you decide to stay for breakfast, this bowl of apples is for you.  Please eat as much as you like.  I have also prepared a bath for you outside when you are finished.  -Fluttershy'.
>You place the note down and stare at the food.
>Again with the gestures of kindness...
>You do not want to freeload off of this generous pony and overstay your welcome.
>Something tells you that you're getting awfully close to it.
>You make a mental vow to pay her back for everything in any way you can.
>There must be about eight apples in the bowl.
>Not eating in the last two days save for a single apple the night before has left your stomach begging for sustenance.
>Within thirty minutes, you chow down until all that's left is eight apple cores.
>You find a trash receptacle and toss the cores in.
>After washing the bowl in the sink, you place it off to the side to dry.
>There's a door to the backyard in the kitchen in which you exit through and feel the warmth of sunlight.
>The sun is rising on this side of the house and hits you right in the eyes the moment you step outside.
>You shout out and throw your hands over your eyes, momentarily blinded by the powerful rays.
>When you recover and are able to see once more, you continue on outside.
>Around the corner is a large metal tub filled with soapy water.
>You cautiously look around for prying eyes.
>Pony or not, you would rather not be seen naked.
>The water is warm meaning it was just recently prepared.
>Wherever Fluttershy ran off to, she had this whole morning planned perfectly as the timing couldn't have been better.
>It could also just be the sun keeping the water warm, but that's not important right now.
>What is important is bath time.

>You pull off your jacket and hang it on a nearby tree.
>T-shirt, jeans, and underwear too.
>You slowly dip into the water as a rush of ecstasy fills your brain.
>The warm, still water feels amazing as you lazily suspend your body in the tub.
>Finally, a real bath!
>You find a loofah at the bottom of the tub and begin furiously scrubbing every possible inch of your body.
>After you duck your head and rinse yourself, you feel a level of relaxation that you desperately needed.
>You world-weary bones feel rejuvinated.
>This bath is a very welcome change.
>She was probably too kind to say something, but you know for a fact that you stink bad.
>You couldn't have been in the bath for more than twenty minutes before you decide it's time to climb out.
>As you stand, you halt in place.
>Then you let out a deep sigh.
"Really?" you ask no one in particular.
>You just realized that you left your pack inside with all of your extra clothes in it.
>Taking a quick look around, you jump out, grab your jeans, and throw them on right quick.
>You can never be too sure when someone can walk up to the house.
>You slip back into the kitchen, remembering to duck your head.
>Fluttershy enters the front door at the same time.

>You walk into the living room and you meet eye to eye with Fluttershy. Her eyes drift to your naked chest. She blushes furiously and looks away.
>"Oh, good morning Anonymous," she greets.  "I hope you found your breakfast and bath okay."
>Her voice is so sweet.
"Yes I did," you answer, still standing half naked.  "Thank you very much Fluttershy.  I couldn't pay you enough for all you have done for me in the day that I've been here."
>Fluttershy peeks up and gives an adorable giggle.
>"You don't need to do that.  I only want to make you feel at home."
"Home...?" you ask with a raised eyebrow.
>Your memory skips back for a moment or two until you snap back to reality.
>Putting your arms behind your back, you look down and smile.
"I appreciate it," you tell her when you look back up.
>It's now you finally realize that you are still without a shirt or shoes.
"Oh, I'm sorry.  Please excuse me."
>You haven't had a clean change of clothes in a while.
>Given the circumstances of your travels, you usually wore a set of clothes for about two or three days before changing them out.
>That was your last pair of clean clothes that you just got out of.
>You can't believe you forgot to ask the woman from before to use her washing machine...
>After digging through your bag, you settle on a pair of shorts and a tank top.
>It's rather warm outside so there's no worries there.
"Hey, Fluttershy."
>"Yes Anonymous?"
"Please just call me Anon.  Could you please turn around for a minute?"
>She cocks her head to the side in wondering, but complies.
>You quickly throw you stiff, damp jeans to the side and put on some underwear along with your shorts and shirt.
"Alright, you're good," you announce.
>Fluttershy turns around, still confused as to why you had her look away.
"Can I ask you one more favor?" you ask her.
>"Anything you need," she says.
"I don't suppose you would allow me to wash my clothes somewhere would you?"
>Fluttershy's face lit up.
>"Oh yes, of course!  The laundry room is next to the bathroom down the hall."

>You grab up your clothes sack and follow her to the laundry room.
>The bathroom door is open and you spot the shower.
>She has indoor plumbing too?
>Not that it matters.
>You're too large to fit in that tiny shower anyways.
>Unless you crouch down, but that's just uncomfortable.
>Upon arriving in the laundry room, you pretty much find what you were expecting.
>An old-timey hand washboard.
>That kind of begs the question of why does she have this?
>Do ponies where clothes?
>Not that you could see.
>You shrug it off and drop you bag on the floor.
"Be right back," you tell Fluttershy as you walk through the house and out back to retrieve the clothes you left hanging on the tree.
>Fluttershy watches in silence as you pull your clothes out of their bag.
>They are almost all the same with very little variety.
>In total you have five plain t-shirts, two pairs of jeans, five pairs of socks, five pairs of boxers, your jacket, and the shorts and tank top you're wearing.
>She notices the lack of color in your clothing.
>"Why do you like wearing those sad colors?" she asks while holding up a shirt at the end of her hoof.
>You never really thought about it.
>It could be your lack of interest in name brand clothes.
>Perhaps they were just cost effective?
>You ponder this thought for a minute before answering.
"I guess it's just because of my neutral personality."
>Is this really the best you can come up with?
>That was terrible.
"I'm a pretty passive person. I'm not trying to impress anyone or blend in with others so I never really cared about how I look."
>This was a lie.
>Even if this were partly true, you still maintained a shaved face and tried to keep your hair short.
>This sparked another idea as you went back into the living room and dug through your pack to find your hygiene bag.
>Fluttershy is still unsatisfied with your answer but doesn't question it.
>She is studying your body as you dig through your pack.
>You walk on two legs and have what appears to be hairless paws on all four limbs with five digits attached to each.
>The two you dont walk on are used for grasping.
>You are fairly hairy, but lack hair on most of your body.

>She assumes the reason you cover yourself is to keep your body warm and protect yourself from the elements.
>While this is half true, she doesn't realize that human society deems it inappropriate to expose the naked body.
>You look up at her and meet her eyes.
>She looks away again, embarassed at being caught looking at your body like that.
>You know what she was doing and hold out your hand for her to look at.
>She peeks over and sees you smiling, in turn, causing her to smile.
>"I'm sorry..." she squeaks out.
"No worries," you assure her.  "I know you have probably never seen a human before, so curiosity is natural.  I have to say the same for myself about you."
>You pet her head and she practically shivers at your touch.
"Fluttershy may I use your bathroom?" you ask.  "I haven't shaved in a while and I can't go walking around your house looking so unkempt."
>She doesn't understand what's so 'unkempt' about you, but she allows you to use her bathroom.
>You're not getting naked, so you leave the door open.
>She sits beyond the door frame watching as you apply a white foam to your face and start scraping yourself with a metal blade.
>"Doesn't that hurt?"
"Only when I slip and cut my skin, but it doesn't hurt that bad."
>It just stings like hell.
>As soon as you tell her this, your hand slips and you cut yourself just above your chin.
>The bloods slowly oozes out, but you ignore it.

>Fluttershy sees your hand twitch as you cut yourself and watched the blood drip from your face.
>Her eyes widen at the sight of freshly drawn blood and it appears that she is about to have a panic attack.
>Her pupils shrink to pinpricks and her breathing intesifies.
>You take notice and quickly finish shaving, wash your face, and stick a small patch of toilet paper to stop the flow.
"Look," you say as you softly pat her head to try and calm her down.  "It's fine.  It's just a little cut."
>You give her the best smile you can.
>Fluttershy must be a very innocent thing if the very sight of blood is enough to freak her out.
>She understands and calms down but cannot wrap her head around the reason you would do that to yourself instead of just letting your hair grow.
>She also notes that it does make you look a little more... attractive...
>Save for the blood spot on your chin that is.
"There you go," you tell her when she's finally relaxed.
>You mess her mane a little and go back to the sink.
>Grabbing up your tooth brush and tooth paste, you start to scrub your teeth.
Fluttershy looks on, silently studying your dental features.
>She doesn't have to look hard to notice your canines.
>She seems to become even more intrigued after discovering the fact that you eat meat.
>When you go to spit, you notice reddish color in your tooth paste.
>Good God, it's like you just brushed with sandpaper.
>You rinse out your mouth and get the blood off of your gums befor you turn to Fluttershy, grinning your... pearly whites?
>They are not rotted or too darkly stained, but still disgusting nonetheless.
>It's gonna take a while before you get your teeth clean again.
>She stares at you again, seemingly lost in thought.
"Fluttershy," you call, to try to get some response.
>'Surely he is too kind to eat one of your precious pets,' thinks Fluttershy.
"Fluttershy."
>'Omnivore or not, surely he would wish to eat meat sometime.  Perhaps the Everfree Forest has creatures to-'
"Fluttershy!" you shout as you clap your hands.
>She jumps and snaps right out of her train of thought with an, "Eep!".
>"Huh?  What?  Oh, Anon!  I'm sorry, I...  I was just thinking about something."
"That was kind of rude of me, actually.  Sorry about that.  And that's quite alright.  I'm also a bit of a deep thinker."
>You can't help but get a chuckle from her embarrassed face.

>A sudden realization hits you as you remember that you left your clothes on the floor in the laundry room.
"Oh, whoops," you comment out loud.  "Excuse me," you say to Fluttershy as you squeeze past her to get to the laundry room.
>The washboard sat beside a bucket.
>The window next to it all opens up to a clothes line outside.
>You walk in and plop yourself down on the floor in front of this.
>Fluttershy was standing at the door.
>You usher her over to you.
"May you please teach me how to use this?" you ask.
>Fluttershy nodded as she sat down beside you and not only told you, but show you how to wash your clothes with the washboard.
>You make small talk as you work since you'll be here for a hot minute.