[NEETPone] Anxious Move Part 2, by Anon

>You are Floor Bored, and you are sleeping peacefully
>No dreams, no nightmares, no anxiety
>For once, just a blissful state of unconsciousness, a vague and sleepy sense of comfort
>What put you here? What's made you feel this… good?
>You can't quite recall, but it must've been something nice
>Hopefully whatever it was will still be there when you wake up
>For now, you hope that you can just keep on sleepi-
>The shrill whistle of the train wakes you suddenly
>Heart pounding, bleary-eyed, you jolt up from your cot
>Out the window, you see squat, colorful buildings and a quaint wooden platform
>Strings of lights illuminate the gathering evening dark
>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
>You have arrived in Ponyville.
>Fluttershy is neatening up her cot. She's already gotten her stuff together, your computer still stowed in her saddlebag
>She must hear you hyperventilating, because she glances over and smiles reassuringly
>"I'm so sorry to wake you!" she says. "You looked like you were sleeping so peacefully."
>"Whizzle," you say, in an abortive attempt to say "It was the whistle"
>You salvage it by feigning a coughing fit
>"Oh my!" Fluttershy exclaims. "Here, have some water!"
>It's a little paper cup, one she was probably drinking from while you slept
>You can hardly pass up this chance to ingest traces of her sweet Stacy saliva
>Your new case worker looks on with concern as you greedily down the rest of the water, ingesting her essence
>"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."


>She looks at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to say something
>As you sit there staring awkwardly at the wall just behind her, it all comes back to you in a rush
>Fluttershy's ass, your masturbation-induced panic attack, the way she'd gently cared for you after you'd passed out
>She'd hugged you and patted you
>She'd felt so unbelievably warm and soft, and she'd been so nice…
>What can you possibly say to her?
>You look down into your empty paper cup, and manage a quiet "T-Thanks."
>"Oh, you're welcome!" Fluttershy says. "Well, everything's packed and ready. Are you ready to go?"
>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
>And now excitement predictably is becoming anxiety
>You can feel your pulse spiraling higher and higher
>"Where?" you ask, voice strained
>"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."
>"W-a-a-a-l-k?"
>"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…"
>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?"
>Every time she touches you, it's like she channels her Stacy Glitterhooves' magic directly into your body
>Shivering, you force yourself to nod
>How bad could it be, really?
>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


>Turns out, of course, that Stacy is friends with other incredibly hot Stacies
>She stands there leaning casually against a signpost, chewing a long piece of grass
>Beautiful golden hair spills out from under her weathered hat, her tail similarly lustrous
>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
>This is going to be very difficult.
>Fluttershy politely gives you a few beats to respond, before smoothly taking over just as it gets awkward
>"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."
>"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."
>They flank you on either side, almost protectively, and slowly, ploddingly, you start walking forward
>They keep talking casually, familiarly, in a way that is utterly alien to you
>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
>Applejack literally smells like apples
>Apples, sweat, and sex
>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
>Do they not bathe as much out here in the country?
>Maybe you'll fit in here
>Fluttershy, too, has been stuck on the train all day
>She still smells like vanilla and honeysuckle, but now with a bit of sweat and musk
>It is the most wonderful smell you've ever inhaled, and it mixes headily with Applejack's scent
>You feel dizzy, drunken, trying not to stumble over your own hooves


>Your nose and your crotch are screaming at you to lean in close, to bury your face in their manes and sniff and sniff
>You never knew mares could be this sexy
>It's like the smell of them has enlightened you
>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
>Every touch is exquisite torture
>Instinctively your dock lifts, but you force your tail not to extend fully, keeping your rear covered
>You know you're winking back there and you shudder from the embarrassment and the shame and the sheer exhibitionist pleasure of it
>They have to notice it, surely somepony will notice it -
>In fact, after staring at the ground for all this time, at last you notice that there are indeed other ponies around
>It's nothing like the big city, but there are still quite a few, walking about town alone or in small groups
>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?"
>Maybe that's why Fluttershy asked Applejack to come along, so that she could run interference with her folksy charm
>You don't really have the ability to think too deeply about such things, however, because your mind is racing with lewd thoughts
>You are too weak to resist the allure of Stacy Glitterhooves, you've resigned yourself to that fact
>Now you just want to worship them
>Of course, it would never happen
>They're goddesses and you're a disgusting NEET
>But that doesn't matter
>They can do whatever they want to you, as long as you can lick the sweat off their assholes


>"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
>Face flushed bright red, clenching your teeth, you shut your eyes tight, fearing the worst, knowing you've been caught -
>"Ah, shoot, I forgot this was happenin' today," Applejack says
>Fluttershy plants a firm hoof on you, and you stagger to halt
>You can feel the ground shaking beneath you
>Blearily, you force yourself to look up
>Look up, into your rapidly approaching doom
>Stampeding toward you are dozens, if not hundreds of screaming ponies
>A scene straight out of your worst nightmares
>You always knew you would die like this
>Out in the open, exposed, crushed to death by rampaging normies
>Why? Why now?
>You burst into tears
>It's not fair
>You don't want to die
>Why do you have to die before you've sniffed Fluttershy's asshole?
>Please, Celestia -
>As if heard by providence, for the first time in your life, it as if your prayers have been answered
>"Hold on!" Applejack shouts, before planting herself squarely in front of you
>Her tail brushes your face
>Through golden strands of hair and your own tears, you see flashes of it it, resplendent and orange, her round, firm mare ass -
>But before you get a good look - and whiff - the stampede is upon you, pushing you back like a vast wave


>Applejack's rear smashes into you, and you fall backward, flailing, into Fluttershy
>She grabs you tightly and doesn't let go, holding you against her chest
>Chaos and calamity explodes colorfully around you, an endless roaring, the thundering of hooves
>More shouting -
>"Consarnit, Pinkie!"
>"Sorrrrrrryyyyy!"
>But you can hardly keep track of anything around you, sandwiched as you are between Applejack and Fluttershy
>You can definitely smell them now, strong and powerful and Glittery
>This is the closest you've ever been to… anypony, really
>Their coats slick with sweat, their muscles tensed, pulses racing, breath heaving in their chests
>Being covered in another pony's pheromones… it's too much
>A soft whimpered panicky "oh fuck" escapes you as your swollen clit pulses and your juices run down your leg
>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…
>It doesn't help that Applejack's ass is crushing you up against Fluttershy's soft chest fluff
>Fluttershy's breath is warm on your ear as she whispers
>"It's okay Floor, I'm right here with you. You're safe. I'm not going anywhere."
>She hugs you tightly, reassuringly
>Delirious with panic and arousal, you know you're going to cream yourself right then and there
>You black out as you ejaculate, spraying marejuice all over Applejack's hooves


>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
>"…forgot she was doin' her 'No Sun Fun Run' tonight," you hear Applejack saying. "Dang it, I'm sorry. I shoulda remembered."
>"You don't have to apologize," Fluttershy says. "I'm just glad everypony's okay."
>"You sure she's all right?"
>"Floor's tough. She's made so much progress already just by coming here. I think she'll be just fine."
>"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
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end of part deux