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->You are Floor Bored, and it seems the Canterlotian bureaucracy has found yet another way to torture you
+>You are Floor Bored, and you are sleeping peacefully
->Last week you'd received an official letter in the mail, informing you that you were being transferred to the heartlands of Equestria, some little town called Ponyville
+>No dreams, no nightmares, no anxiety
->"The clean air and rustic surroundings may ease your anxiety," the letter had read.
+>For once, just a blissful state of unconsciousness, a vague and sleepy sense of comfort
->You really doubt it; the previous letter had suggested that living in the city might help you *overcome* your anxiety
+>What put you here? What's made you feel this… good?
->Much like you, it seems like they've given up on that particular goal
+>You can't quite recall, but it must've been something nice
->As had your case worker; apparently you were getting a new one
+>Hopefully whatever it was will still be there when you wake up
->"You will be supplied with ample food, comfortable lodgings, and access to many forms of recreation," the letter had gone on. "Please use the included boxes to pack your belongings so that they may be shipped to you upon your prompt departure."
+>For now, you hope that you can just keep on sleepi-
->Of course, a week had gone by and you'd neglected to pack anything whatsoever
+>The shrill whistle of the train wakes you suddenly
->You figured all you really needed was your computer and your old hoodie
+>Heart pounding, bleary-eyed, you jolt up from your cot
->The rest of all your accumulated crap could just go in the trash where it belonged
+>Out the window, you see squat, colorful buildings and a quaint wooden platform
->Instead, you'd just been using the boxes as an expedient way to relieve yourself
+>Strings of lights illuminate the gathering evening dark
->At least, it seemed expedient at the time, until now the night before you leave, it dawned on you that somepony was going to have to clean up the piss-stained cardboard lying in the corner of your apartment
+>You can see ponies streaming out in small groups from the train
 >Slowly, the horrible realization sinks in that you are no longer moving
 >A reckoning has come
->In a fit of panic, you'd alternately tried shoving them down the garbage disposal and flushing them down the toilet, with disastrous results
+>You have arrived in Ponyville.
->You'd converted one of them into a fort, under which you now hide as you lie on your filthy futon, the palpitations of your heart gifting you with an endless sense of impending doom
+>Fluttershy is neatening up her cot. She's already gotten her stuff together, your computer still stowed in her saddlebag
->You distract yourself by obsessively posting your fetishes on 4Clop, too nervous and nauseated to eat, only barely remembering to occasionally drink some water
+>She must hear you hyperventilating, because she glances over and smiles reassuringly
->As morning dawns and exhaustion finally begins to take you, you once again type out the sad song of your heart, your deepest desire, your desperate cry into the Ponynet
+>"I'm so sorry to wake you!" she says. "You looked like you were sleeping so peacefully."
->"tfw no stallion will ever cum while sniffing ur butthole"
+>"Whizzle," you say, in an abortive attempt to say "It was the whistle"
->You bury your face into your hooves and sob, fat tears rolling down your cheeks until at last merciful sleep comes
+>You salvage it by feigning a coughing fit
 >"Oh my!" Fluttershy exclaims. "Here, have some water!"
->The knocking at your door is a brutal return to consciousness
+>It's a little paper cup, one she was probably drinking from while you slept
->Instead of nightmares, you'd been dreaming about nothing at all, for once
+>You can hardly pass up this chance to ingest traces of her sweet Stacy saliva
->It had been nice
+>Your new case worker looks on with concern as you greedily down the rest of the water, ingesting her essence
->Now, reality was slapping you about the face with the reminder that you will have to go outside and interact with it
+>"The air here might be a lot different from what you're used to," Fluttershy is saying, seemingly unfazed by you licking your hoof clean after you used it to wipe your mouth. "It's really pure and clean here, but that'll be good for you. I'm sure you'll feel much better in no time."
->It takes you ten minutes to drag yourself to your door
+
->You know you look and smell horrible
+
->The nerves are killing you; you feel like your throat is closing, like you can barely breathe
+>She looks at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to say something
->In the brief crawl from futon to door, you fantasize, crazily, about the possibility that your new case worker will be a hot stallion who will fuck you right up the ass
+>As you sit there staring awkwardly at the wall just behind her, it all comes back to you in a rush
->You know, of course, that it will probably just be some old grandmare, like the previous one
+>Fluttershy's ass, your masturbation-induced panic attack, the way she'd gently cared for you after you'd passed out
->The thought at least is distraction enough for you to bring your trembling hoof up to open the door
+>She'd hugged you and patted you
->A wave of horror and despair washes over you when you see who's waiting on the other side
+>She'd felt so unbelievably warm and soft, and she'd been so nice…
->Long, beautiful pink hair
+>What can you possibly say to her?
->Sparkling turquoise eyes
+>You look down into your empty paper cup, and manage a quiet "T-Thanks."
->A luscious, shiny, golden-colored coat
+>"Oh, you're welcome!" Fluttershy says. "Well, everything's packed and ready. Are you ready to go?"
->A regular motherbuckin' Stacy Glitterhooves
+>What a weird afternoon it's been
 >You can hardly believe that just this morning you'd been wallowing in your own filth in your old apartment
 >Now you were somewhere new, somewhere different, and it's strangely… exciting
->She stands an awkward distance away from the door, but when she sees you, she looks almost - no, that's impossible - relieved?
+>And now excitement predictably is becoming anxiety
->"G-Good morning!" she says. Her smile is so bright and cheerful that you feel like you might just die. "My name is Fluttershy. Are you Floor Bored?"
+>You can feel your pulse spiraling higher and higher
->You try to answer, but your throat is so tight that all that comes out is a reedy gasping sound. "Nnn," you finally manage.
+>"Where?" you ask, voice strained
->This isn't really an answer, but Fluttershy seems to intuit that you are indeed the mess she has now inherited
+>"We're just going to go on a teensy little walk to my cottage. We'll have a nice dinner if you're hungry, and we can both have a nice rest."
->"It's so nice to meet you!" she says in a rush, a sentiment that normally you would be certain is insincere, and yet you can't help but believe her
+>"W-a-a-a-l-k?"
->Of course you believe her, everyone instinctually loves Stacy Glitterhooves, even maladjusted NEETs
+>"Oh, yes, I'm so sorry." Fluttershy shuffles her hooves. "We *do* have a taxi service, but it's usually just for ponies who want to go to Canterlot…"
->She's probably had hundreds of coltfriends and miles of sweet hot dick
+>Your horror must be palpable, because she hurries on. "Don't worry, it's just a short little walk." She rests a comforting hoof on your shoulder. "It'll be all right, Floor. I promise. One of my friends will help us, too. You don't have to worry about anything. Just try to relax, okay?"
->"I'm really looking forward to helping you get settled in your new home," you hear her saying. "Are you all packed up and ready to go?"
+>Every time she touches you, it's like she channels her Stacy Glitterhooves' magic directly into your body
->It's just… impossible to even look at her
+>Shivering, you force yourself to nod
->She's everything you're not, and all you feel is the crushing sense of your own worthlessness
+>How bad could it be, really?
->There is no reason that someone like her should be wasting her precious time shuttling a pissbag like you from place to place
+>As you follow Fluttershy out onto the platform, you soothe yourself with the swaying of her tail, and try to imagine what her friend must be like
->You tear up uncontrollably; your attempt to fight back the sobs makes you gag, and you taste vomit in your mouth, acrid and sharp
+
->Her expression immediately becomes one of concern
+
->"Oh, it's all right," she says soothingly, reaching out with a gentle hoof to touch your shoulder. "You're gonna be just fine, Floor. I know how hard it is to leave someplace you've lived for a long time. But I promise, you're going to love Ponyville!"
+>Turns out, of course, that Stacy is friends with other incredibly hot Stacies
->Her hoof is warm and she smells like vanilla and honeysuckle
+>She stands there leaning casually against a signpost, chewing a long piece of grass
->Every moment of her continued proximity is agony
+>Beautiful golden hair spills out from under her weathered hat, her tail similarly lustrous
->"It's okay. You can take as much time as you need," she says. "But, um, the train does leave at 3 PM. Maybe I can help you get your things together, while you say goodbye?"
+>Sexy, muscular, and orange, she winks at you In a way that makes your back legs tremble submissively
 >"Howdy there!" she says. "Name's Applejack. You must be Floor."
 >You hide behind Fluttershy and say nothing, staring pointedly at the ground
->You stumble away, needing to free yourself from her aura of perfection before you puke
+>This is going to be very difficult.
->"Oh dear, I'm sorry, was that stressful? I'm so sorry," Fluttershy says, sounding oddly flustered for some reason. "Once we get to Ponyville, you won't have to worry about any silly deadlines or anything like that. The hardest part will just be getting there, I promise. And you won't have to go through it all by yourself - I'll be with you every step of the way!"
+>Fluttershy politely gives you a few beats to respond, before smoothly taking over just as it gets awkward
->You lie down in the corner, cover your eyes with your hooves, and groan
+>"Thank you so much for coming," you hear her saying. "We're both really tired, it's been such a long day. I think we're both looking forward to getting some sleep."
->For a moment you expect her to just keep talking, but you're surprised when she says nothing at all
+>"I bet, ain't much to do on those trains 'cept to get sleepy," Applejack says. "Well don't you worry, I'll make sure ya'll get home in one piece."
->You take a peek, only to see her shuffling her hooves and staring quietly at the ground
+>They flank you on either side, almost protectively, and slowly, ploddingly, you start walking forward
->Eventually she sneaks a glance in your direction
+>They keep talking casually, familiarly, in a way that is utterly alien to you
->Is she.. nervous? No.. that's impossible.
+>You might've felt left out, if it weren't for the fact that you were trying to quell the rising panic in your gut, and the arousal between your legs
->"It's gonna be okay," she says. "I'll help you."
+>Applejack literally smells like apples
->You watch as she steps into the room
+>Apples, sweat, and sex
->To call it a mess would be a vast understatement
+>A twinge of pleasure runs through you when you realize that she kind of smells like you do after a binge masturbation session, only much sweeter, less musty
->You live in a wasteland, a fucked-apart dead thing of a domicile, splattered with the many fetid juices of your wasted existence
+>Do they not bathe as much out here in the country?
->It's going to take several rounds of fumigation just to make this space livable again for normal ponies
+>Maybe you'll fit in here
->Yet Fluttershy seems to take it all in impassively, walking slowly to the center of the room where your hoodie lies splayed on the floor
+>Fluttershy, too, has been stuck on the train all day
->"This'll be good to have in Ponyville," she says, running a hoof against the fabric of the sleeve, "it can get awfully cold at night. And we have cold winters! Can I put it with your other clothes?"
+>She still smells like vanilla and honeysuckle, but now with a bit of sweat and musk
->Are you supposed to say something? You don't *have* any other clothes.
+>It is the most wonderful smell you've ever inhaled, and it mixes headily with Applejack's scent
->Should you make a joke? The whole situation suddenly seems very funny for some reason, though you can't really explain why
+>You feel dizzy, drunken, trying not to stumble over your own hooves
->You let out a very loud and sharp "HA HA" and then begin to hum nervously to yourself
+
 
 >Your nose and your crotch are screaming at you to lean in close, to bury your face in their manes and sniff and sniff
->Saying nothing, she roams quietly through your apartment, looking for things that either don't exist or you haven't packed
+>You never knew mares could be this sexy
->A sense comes over you that you should do something, say something, but you're not sure what you can really do or say
+>It's like the smell of them has enlightened you
->In time she returns with your computer, gingerly holding its handle in her mouth, a sight that gives you a brief pang of guilt knowing what kind of substances have touched the thing
+>Occasionally they brush against you while they chat, sometimes nudging you forward, or giving you a reassuring pat, misinterpreting your heavy breathing and needy whimpers
->"I can carry this in my bag," she says. She noses your hoodie toward you. "Put this on, okay? It might be a little chilly on the train."
+>Every touch is exquisite torture
->Wordlessly you obey, sliding the garment on over your head and shaking out your greasy mane after you've pulled it all the way on
+>Instinctively your dock lifts, but you force your tail not to extend fully, keeping your rear covered
->"Is there anything else you want to bring?" she asks
+>You know you're winking back there and you shudder from the embarrassment and the shame and the sheer exhibitionist pleasure of it
->This time you do manage a coherent response, an emphatic shaking of your head
+>They have to notice it, surely somepony will notice it -
->"Okay," Fluttershy says. "Then, let's get going… if that's okay with you, Floor."
+>In fact, after staring at the ground for all this time, at last you notice that there are indeed other ponies around
->She turns around and heads for the door
+>It's nothing like the big city, but there are still quite a few, walking about town alone or in small groups
->For fuck's sake, that is an absurdly long tail
+>A lot of them seem to know your companions, approaching with pleasant greetings whenever they pass by, but Applejack is able to politely avoid engagement every time with a "How ya'll doin" or "Nice night, ain't it?"
->That can't be natural…. can it?
+>Maybe that's why Fluttershy asked Applejack to come along, so that she could run interference with her folksy charm
->Of course it is
+>You don't really have the ability to think too deeply about such things, however, because your mind is racing with lewd thoughts
->And while you're busy staring at Fluttershy's rear, a much more important question occurs to you
+>You are too weak to resist the allure of Stacy Glitterhooves, you've resigned yourself to that fact
->What exactly does Stacy Glitterhooves' ass smell like?
+>Now you just want to worship them
->You want to know purely as a matter of scientific inquiry
+>Of course, it would never happen
->You're no lesbian, you don't even *like* mares, you just want to know what stallions smell when they shove their snouts under that shiny pink tail
+>They're goddesses and you're a disgusting NEET
->This curiosity is PURELY non-sexual
+>But that doesn't matter
->You follow up behind, hoping to sneak a whiff, but she turns around once she's passed the threshold
+>They can do whatever they want to you, as long as you can lick the sweat off their assholes
->She seems surprised that you've followed her
+
->"You're doing great," she says, smiling. "Once we get outside, I'll get a driver to take us to the station."
+
->Clarity returns when your focus shifts from Fluttershy's ass to the hallway around you
+>"Guh," you groan, feeling yourself leak a little, dribbling on the ground, imagining them taking turns grinding their asses on your face, imagining them both pushing you up against one of these cute Ponyville houses and forcing you to cum in front of everypony -
 >Applejack curses under her breath
 >Oh fuck, she knows, she knows what you're thinking, it's all over, oh fuck
->Dread hits suddenly when you realize that you'll be following her outside
+>Face flushed bright red, clenching your teeth, you shut your eyes tight, fearing the worst, knowing you've been caught -
->Outside, where thousands upon thousands of ponies walk in the open, talking and laughing
+>"Ah, shoot, I forgot this was happenin' today," Applejack says
->And looking at you
+>Fluttershy plants a firm hoof on you, and you stagger to halt
->Violent trembling sets off in your limbs, your hooves clacking against the floor
+>You can feel the ground shaking beneath you
->Fluttershy is looking at you encouragingly over her shoulder, walking slowly toward the exit
+>Blearily, you force yourself to look up
->Steeling yourself, you stare directly at her ass, her flanks sashaying as she walks, undoubtably perfect marebits hidden by her tail
+>Look up, into your rapidly approaching doom
->It's somehow soothing, even hypnotically so
+>Stampeding toward you are dozens, if not hundreds of screaming ponies
->Down the hall, out the door, down the front steps
+>A scene straight out of your worst nightmares
->You feel the usual tightness throughout your entire body, your breath quickening, heart pounding, but you remain focused, following behind Fluttershy
+>You always knew you would die like this
->Somehow, her ass is getting you through this
+>Out in the open, exposed, crushed to death by rampaging normies
->Is this the true power of Stacy Glitterhooves?
+>Why? Why now?
 >You burst into tears
->3 PM
+>It's not fair
->The train pulls out of the station, leaving the city behind
+>You don't want to die
->Fluttershy was wise enough to spring for a private cabin; the two of you sit on opposite bunks by a window
+>Why do you have to die before you've sniffed Fluttershy's asshole?
->"I brought lots of tasty food," she says cheerfully, pulling parcels from her bag. "Are you hungry?"
+>Please, Celestia -
->You quickly down what is probably your first real meal in ages: hay sandwiches, fresh green salad, and strawberry cupcakes from someplace called Sugarcube Corner
+>As if heard by providence, for the first time in your life, it as if your prayers have been answered
->Fluttershy seems pleased to see you eat, not at all angry with you for eating 3 times as much as her
+>"Hold on!" Applejack shouts, before planting herself squarely in front of you
->You've gotten a little more used to her presence, though it's still hard to look directly at her, and eye contact is impossible
+>Her tail brushes your face
->Once you've both finished eating, she returns to her book
+>Through golden strands of hair and your own tears, you see flashes of it it, resplendent and orange, her round, firm mare ass -
->She'd given you a few to choose from, but you can't really muster the concentration to read anything longer than a 4Clop post
+>But before you get a good look - and whiff - the stampede is upon you, pushing you back like a vast wave
->Instead you stare out the window, watching the land go by
+
->It's almost calming, feeling a kind of detachment from the world of ponies
+
->Out of the corner of your eye, you see Fluttershy yawn widely
+>Applejack's rear smashes into you, and you fall backward, flailing, into Fluttershy
->Every so often, her eyelids flutter and her head dips
+>She grabs you tightly and doesn't let go, holding you against her chest
->She's trying really hard to stay awake
+>Chaos and calamity explodes colorfully around you, an endless roaring, the thundering of hooves
 >More shouting -
 >"Consarnit, Pinkie!"
->After awhile, she finally dozes off, head slumping against the pillow of her bunk
+>"Sorrrrrrryyyyy!"
->Once she's asleep, you find it much easier to look at her
+>But you can hardly keep track of anything around you, sandwiched as you are between Applejack and Fluttershy
->It feels weird to stare so intently at a mare, when for so long you've thought only about stallions
+>You can definitely smell them now, strong and powerful and Glittery
->Mares are usually so odd-looking and gross, you've always wondered how stallions can stand being around them
+>This is the closest you've ever been to… anypony, really
->Yet looking at Fluttershy, you start perhaps to understand
+>Their coats slick with sweat, their muscles tensed, pulses racing, breath heaving in their chests
->She is ridiculously beautiful, looking so soft and so pretty as she lies there partially illuminated by sunlight, pink mane softly glowing as it covers half her face
+>Being covered in another pony's pheromones… it's too much
->Her sides slowly rise and fall as she breathes, her mouth making adorable little noises
+>A soft whimpered panicky "oh fuck" escapes you as your swollen clit pulses and your juices run down your leg
->Even her drool is perfect as it seeps into her pillowcase
+>Surely somepony is going to see it, they're going to *smell* it, they're all going to know that you're a mare who gets turned on by other mares…
->Memories of her ass flood your mind
+>It doesn't help that Applejack's ass is crushing you up against Fluttershy's soft chest fluff
->You suddenly want really, really badly for her to sit on your face
+>Fluttershy's breath is warm on your ear as she whispers
->Maybe you could just smell her breath while she sleeps? Would that be so wrong?
+>"It's okay Floor, I'm right here with you. You're safe. I'm not going anywhere."
->Your hind legs tremble as you sit up on your bunk
+>She hugs you tightly, reassuringly
->A shaky sigh escapes your lips as you feel yourself leaking on your bedsheet
+>Delirious with panic and arousal, you know you're going to cream yourself right then and there
->Masturbating right here, right now?
+>You black out as you ejaculate, spraying marejuice all over Applejack's hooves
->Well, it is a private cabin…
+
->But - this is wrong
+
->Mares shouldn't be turned on by other mares
+>The next thing you remember is the feeling of Applejack's firm backside against your belly, your head and limbs dangling limply off her sides as she carries you
->This is just the spell of Stacy Glitterhooves, it's not real, right?
+>"…forgot she was doin' her 'No Sun Fun Run' tonight," you hear Applejack saying. "Dang it, I'm sorry. I shoulda remembered."
->You're not actually attracted to her, your mind is just too weak to resist her natural charisma
+>"You don't have to apologize," Fluttershy says. "I'm just glad everypony's okay."
->You try really hard to imagine throbbing stallion cocks pressing into all your holes
+>"You sure she's all right?"
->But try as you might, your thoughts naturally gravitate toward your memory of Fluttershy looking over her shoulder at you
+>"Floor's tough. She's made so much progress already just by coming here. I think she'll be just fine."
->And then your fantasy of her flashing you a sultry look as she slowly slides her tail to the side, showing you her -
+>"Well, thank Celestia she don't weigh much."
 >You fade in and out of consciousness, feeling, strangely, a warm sense of contentment
 >Maybe this Ponyville place won't be so bad after all
->You gulp repeatedly, feeling your throat tighten
+______
->No, no, you shouldn't be having these thoughts
+
->Are you even in control of your own mind anymore?
+end of part deux