Another one shot collection I guess?

Inspired by an Anon posting a picture of a can of Dr Flutter

"I don't get it," you say, studying the can of soda that sits on your kitchen table.
>Fluttershy tilts her head, studying your face.
>You meet eyes with her once more, a thought practically flying off the tip of your tongue.
"You're not a doctor."
>"I'm working being a veterinarian, actually."
>About time.
"Yeah, but-"
>"Just try it, okay?"
>You just knew letting her in your house was a mistake.
>As of late, Fluttershy keeps coming to you about investing in start-ups just because you nonchalantly mentioned you had a boner around Harshwhinny when you accompanied her on a business trip.
>To be fair, that business savvy mare's professionalism is a goddamn turn on.
>You'd never admit it, but you secretly write smut about you and Harshwhinny reviewing shoddy hotels but really it's just you hope someone is hearing you slam ass through thin walls.
>Anyway it's been a two-week streak of these start-up ideas, yesterday it was something about authentic hoof-woven baskets.
>Today, it's a carbonated drink.
>"Anon please try it? Please? I hate it when you get so quiet."
"Ugh, fine."
>You cracked open the can and Fluttershy's face gets a hint of pink in it.
>Personally, you can't blame her, you too like the satisfying 'tsss' soda cans make when you open them.
>As you bring the can's opening to your lips, Fluttershy clops her hooves together in excitement, hardly able to sit still in the chair adjacent to you.
>Upon tasting this soda she brewed, you were, pleasantly surprised.
>The carbonation wasn't overpowering which allowed whatever flavors to come to light.
>There was a very distinct sweet, yet tangy flavor that you aren't familiar with, or at the very least is just not coming to mind at the moment.
>Regardless, you like it, and to balance the sweet tangy flavor was a hint of lemon.
"Mmm, goddamn."
>You look down at the rim of the can, noting the cloudy transparent liquid having a slight yellow to it.
>"S-so?"

>The poor mare had a hoof on her heart, eager for your opinion.
"This is surprisingly refreshing, what's this flavor I'm tasting?"
>Her cheeks are a deep red at this point, practically blushing.
>"It's a secret," she says behind a hoof.
"Well you outdid yourself this time."
>The squee that came out of the hole in her face was almost enough to bust your ear drums.
>With such wide eyes and the joy on her face, you too, were happy.
>Because you were about to make bank.
>"So you'll invest what you have into me? You'll be my partner~?"
"Poorly executed innuendo aside," you said, resisting rolling your eyes. "I'll back you since I got plenty saved up."
>"Yes! Can't wait til you dock my pay!"
"That doesn't work as a lewd comment, do you even know what that means"
>She flutters over to you to give you a warm hug, but you suspect she was about to whisper some other sex-soaked nonsense into your ear.
>"Ummm, come by my place tomorrow night, I have some other ideas for flavors in mind."
>You agreed.
>That night you couldn't sleep much.
>You're about to be rolling in dough, even though you'd rather not get in bed with the she-devil.

>The next day, you arrived at six in the evening. You would've been here earlier but you had sleep to catch up on.
>Fluttershy answers the door and brings you into a hug.
>"Come in Anon, I just finished a six-pack of your new favorite drink~"
>That got a chuckle out of you.
"Nice."
>"You can grab one from the fridge, I'll be upstairs, I-I forgot where I put my book for my other recipes."
>You had no qualms taking her up on that offer, so you went straight to the fridge.
>Of course, you grab a can of Dr Flutter, and noticed Today's news just sitting on her kitchen counter.
>You figured now was the time to catch up on what's happening in the world while you wait for Fluttershy.
>Something about Rarity opening yet another shop.
>Ponies in an uproar about the recent banning of Salt.
>Flurryheart found with a used condom in her diaper, authorities currently examining it for DNA matches.
>Soda manufacturers all over are experiencing bizarre accidents, police suspect some kind of grand sabotage plot from rival companies.
>It wasn't until you were one riddle away from solving a crossword puzzle when you noticed that Fluttershy is taking an awful lot of time trying to find that book of recipes.
>You already bodied three more of Fluttershy's soft drink.
>Seriously that shit has some addictive qualities, you can't put your finger on the flavor but you love it.
>And if you want to get more, you have to investigate the strange horse noises occurring in her bedroom.
>Gotta make sure your money making mare finds that book.

"Fluttershy?" You say after a polite knock.
>You're certain you heard cooing of a sexual nature, but to be fair, Fluttershy has this space of open sexuality when around you, she could've knocked her head on a table and your brain would just rewire it as her begging for your dick.
>...
>Jesus christ this yellow pegasus has done a number on your brain.
"Fluttershy? You find the book?"
>"O-ooooh noooo~?"
>You turn your head away from the door for a moment, to gather your thoughts.
>"I can't find it, please cuuuum help me~"
>If there wasn't so much money on the line, you would listen to your rewired subconscious and leave her be until she gets the evil out.
>But just this once, you'll give her the benefit of the doubt.
>No, the wet schlicking sounds that are coming from the other side of the door are not helping.
>But you gotta.
>You take a moment, to calm your breathing, hoping the instincts you've fine-tuned in this world is a lie.
>A lie told by a fearful body.
>Hoping to be wrong.
"Fuck, here we go."
>Open the door.
>Cans on the floor.
>And Fluttershy on her back in her bed making squash soup.
>You can tell from the red hearts in her eye and the thick musk of funk in the room, she's only seconds away from-
>"ANON WAIT DON'T AAAAAAH~!"
>You don't know why you're surprised by the fact that Fluttershy is a squirter.
>And unfortunately, her bed is lined up to her bedroom door.
>To make matters worse, Fluttershy's sex fluids are coming at you in a shotgun-like spray.
>You mouth was already open from the shock of seeing her in this primal state.

>You blinked when her spunk landed on your face.
>And you hate the fact that the warmness brought slight comfort.
>Fluttershy was out of breath, her head falling back to her pillow.
>There's a noticeable wet patch on her green bedsheets.
>You take your time trying your best not to want to strangle her, because money is involved.
>One question does come to mind though.
"Why are there empty cans on your f- Oh God."
>You brush a speckled spot on your left cheek with your middle finger, all the while Fluttershy hides behind her mane in shame.
>Once you licked the tip of your finger, you're conflicted.
"This whole time you mean to tell me that..."
>Fluttershy can only nod with a sheepish smile on her face.
>There was a beat of silence until she found her words.
>"M-mhmm. My umm..."
"Secretions."
>"That's my s-secret ingredient."
>You let your head hang, then stepped forward, locking the door behind you.
"Goddamn it."
>"You like it?"
"Yes and we're keeping this a secret."
>Just from admitting that, you can tell Fluttershy's arousal reanimated.
>She makes a 'come here' motion with a hoof.
>"Come get it straight from the source~"
"Shut the fuck up Fluttershy, I just want the juice."

The End.
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