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- Written in response to a picture an Anon posted of a drunken Fluttershy talking mad shit and trying to start fights.
- ---
- "Does this often happen?"
- >"YOU P-PANSIES WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT A... a... uh--YEAH EVEN IF IT HIT YOU IN THE FACE!"
- >Applejack finishes her drink and adds it to the pile of empty mugs beside her.
- >"Eyup. She'll have a small sip of water laced with lemon or somethin' then it's off to the races. Usually she'll start a fight with a stallion six times her size, hit him once, then start crying."
- >She yawns and stretches, several joints cracking.
- >"Happens every Saturday."
- >"YOU WANNA GO YOU... YOU NINCOMPOOP?!"
- >You watch in silent awe as the tiny yellow mare struts up to a stallion so large he's struggling to get through the door.
- >He grunts in distress as his huge shoulders get crammed in the wooden door-frame, preventing him from getting any further.
- >The bartender nearby throws his towel to one side in frustration, leaning over the counter to yell at the gargantuan white pegasus.
- >"Gad dammit Bulk, you know you can't use doorways, ya freak!"
- >Bulk hangs his head in shame, muttering a 'Yeah' that sounds more like a kitten's mewl.
- >Fluttershy, undeterred by the hulk before her, struts on up and starts berating him.
- >"YOU LOOK LIKE A SNOWPONY I MADE WHEN I WAS A FILLY!"
- "Ouch."
- >Applejack grunts in response as she accepts another beer from the bartender.
- >"Yeah, her insults can get pretty intense. She called someone a ninny once."
- >The farmer shakes her head.
- >"Grizzly night, that one; lotta hurt feelings and therapy."
- >Fluttershy pulls back a hoof, taking her time to build up what meagre strength she has.
- >AJ raises an eyebrow.
- >"Oh, here we go."
- 1/?
- >As foretold, Fluttershy punches Bulk.
- >With a loud 'pop', the wall of muscle suddenly bursts free from his wooden prison.
- >He blinks a few times, then smiles at Fluttershy.
- >"Thanks, miss! Now I can pretend I'm normal again!"
- >The stallion prances off further into the bar.
- >Fluttershy watches him go.
- >Then starts crying.
- >"H-heee, auwaaaaghhhh!"
- >Another in a series of strange, garbled wails erupts from Fluttershy.
- >You pat her on the back, consoling her, though what for you're not sure.
- >Applejack is too jaded to care, and keeps drinking.
- >"Y'know, this is it now."
- "What's that mean?"
- >"This is it. This is your evenin'. Fluttershy's a lightweight, she's gonna keep sobbin' for the next few hours, so if you wanna bail I'll look after her."
- >You frown.
- "That's not really fair on you, AJ."
- >She shrugs.
- >"I'm used to it. Every Saturday, remember?"
- "Yeah but..."
- >You glance at Fluttershy, who's using her mane to wipe her tears away.
- "...Hey, AJ."
- >"Mm?"
- "How about I take her home?"
- >Applejack cocks her head.
- >"Take her home? Ya'll sure about that?"
- "Sure. It'll give you some peace, instead of looking after her for another evening."
- >Applejack stares at you.
- >Then slowly smiles.
- >"That's real kinda you, Anon."
- >She grins.
- >"Good luck."
- "Relax, this is for you, not her."
- >She shrugs, still smiling.
- >"If you say so."
- "God damn you're like a beanbag."
- >Fluttershy doesn't want to cooperate.
- >You half-carry, half-drag her along the moonlit, dusty back-roads towards her house.
- >She cries the entire time, sometimes having moments of lucidity to comment on a nearby owl or bat that glides by.
- >Then goes right back to sobbing.
- >Eventually you manage to grip her in a way where she can't escape.
- >With one hand firmly under her rump and another holding her back, she rests against your chest, her head under your chin.
- >Blubbering.
- "Nearly there, Shy."
- >"Bwuh."
- 2/?
- "Mm."
- >You shiver from the cold of the night, the mare in your arms like a dead-weight.
- >A part of you regrets doing this.
- >What would Applejack be getting up to now, you wonder.
- "Applejack you've had enough."
- >Applejack burps, then regards the hundred-something mass of drained mugs beside her with a bored expression.
- >"Nah."
- >You reach Fluttershy's cottage at last.
- >Fumbling for a moment, you crouch down, still clutching Fluttershy, and dig the key from under her welcome mat.
- >A quick fiddle with the lock results in the door swinging open.
- "There we are, home sweet home."
- >Fluttershy sniffs.
- >"Th-thank you..."
- "So you do this every Saturday, huh?"
- >"No. This is the first time someone's taken me home."
- >She gives you a drunken, coy smile.
- >You ignore it and carry her inside.
- >Ascending the stairs, you nudge her bedroom door open with a foot, proceeding inside and approaching the side of her immaculately-made bed.
- "You fine if I drop you here?"
- >"Mhm, just--"
- >You drop her.
- >She bounces once and sails off the other side of the bed.
- >A loud crunch signals her hitting the hardwood floor.
- >...
- >You stare in shock for a second, trying to process how that happened.
- >Then the loud, drawn-out wailing begins again.
- "I'm sorry Shy, I'm so sorry, I said I'm sorry!"
- >You sit on the bed, Fluttershy tucked up under the covers with an ice-pack on her head.
- >She's currently calling you every name under the sun.
- >Like 'meanie'.
- >And 'meanie' again.
- >You tend to the shockingly large bruise on her forehead.
- >The headache she's gonna have when she wakes up tomorrow will be legendary.
- >Tentatively dabbing the bruise with a wet cloth, the mare winces.
- >"It hurts..."
- "Yeah, no kidding, it looks like you got hit with a fucking shovel."
- >Fluttershy winces as you touch her again.
- >"You did this."
- "I get it, no need to keep harping on about it."
- 3/?
- >She glares at you.
- >"All I wanted was a nice night out with my friends and you had to go and ruin it..."
- "I'm still struggling to comprehend how or why only you and Applejack going to the bar on weekends is 'a nice night out', but alright."
- >"We normally have fun! But you just had to tag along and ruin it..."
- "You were starting fights, Fluttershy."
- >"They're not fights. They're aggressive misunderstandings."
- >Rolling your eyes, you pull your hand away from her face, the cloth gripped in your fingers.
- >A huge black bruise is now present on Fluttershy's forehead.
- >It looks terrible.
- >Fluttershy probably knows that too by the way you're sucking air through your teeth and making the most dramatic face possible.
- >"You'd better make this up to me, mister. I'm very upset with you!"
- "Alright, shit, sorry, -again-."
- >She scowls.
- >Then develops a small, cheeky grin.
- >"K-kiss it better."
- "Oh come on."
- >"Kiss it better!"
- "What are you, five? Just sleep on it, I'll get you another drink if you'd like."
- >"Do it or I'll tell everyone you threw me on the floor after taking advantage of me whilst drunk."
- "They won't buy that, I'm gay."
- >"No you're not, you have playmare under your bed. Seven monthly editions and the swimsuit special."
- "Fuck, well that--"
- >You do a double-take and give her a strange look.
- >She smiles innocently.
- "...Well that's just peachy."
- >"Come on, Anon, pleease?"
- "I don't like you when you're drunk. Or concussed. Whichever this is."
- >"Likely both. There's two of you right now."
- "Jesus."
- >"Now pucker up, mister."
- >Give out an exasperated sigh and lean forwards.
- >Plant a firm, loveless kiss on her forehead and pull back, an annoyed expression on your face.
- >"Mm, that was okay."
- "Oh, sorry, would you like more tongue, your highness?"
- >Fluttershy stares at you.
- >Then gives you a toothy smile.
- >"O-oh, oh my, that was, um, r-really lovely~."
- >You wipe your mouth.
- >It tastes like lemons and horse drool now.
- 4/?
- >Fluttershy giggles and nestles deeper into her pillows, pulling the covers up slightly.
- >Her face is adorned with a deep blush.
- >"So, what now?"
- "Hell do you mean 'what now'. Now I go to sleep on your sofa and leave early tomorrow, this isn't going any further, Fluttershy."
- >"Aww, come on, what about fooling around a bit? I'm drunk, you're drunk--"
- "I'm sober. You might brain damage."
- >"--And there's no one that can disturb us..."
- >She bats her eyelids and chews her bottom lip.
- >"Aaaanooon~"
- "What."
- >"I'm feeling really naughty..."
- >You rub your eyes and squint at her alarm clock.
- >11:02
- >Applejack must be having the time of her life right now.
- >"Waddya mean 'all out'?"
- "You've literally drained every keg we have. Go home, Applejack."
- >"Nah."
- >"Come ooon, I never got to do this stuff as a filly..."
- "You've never messed around with someone whilst drunk?"
- >She shakes her head.
- >"That was always Rainbow Dash. I didn't, um, go to parties."
- "Really? That's totally shocking and not at all expected of you."
- >She frowns.
- >"I might not be an animal at parties..."
- >"...But I -am- an animal in bed."
- >...
- "Fluttershy you literally stole that from the rom-com we saw at the movies the other week. It wasn't a good line then, and it's not a good line now."
- >"Horseapples."
- "Just go to sleep, alright? I'm gonna be downstairs."
- >You stand up and head for the door.
- >Fluttershy whines desperately behind you.
- >"I-I'll tell everyone you raped me!"
- >As soon as she says it, she squeaks.
- >You slowly turn to face her again, your face a picture of shock.
- >She's pulled the covers over her face, her eyes peering out over the top at you.
- >Even she can't believe what she just said, but going off your stunned reaction she knows it worked.
- >Gingerly, she pulls the covers down, a nervous smile on her lips.
- >"I'll, um, tell everyone you raped me."
- 5/?
- >The next few moments are a stare-down between you and a mildly concussed possibly virginal pegasus.
- >...
- "Bullshit you will, go to sleep."
- >Slam the door.
- >Hear a muffled "Ponyfeathers!" from the other side.
- >You trudge downstairs and lie on her sofa, your legs dangling off the end.
- >All you wanted was to do something nice for Applejack.
- >She owes you big time for this.
- >As you stare at the ceiling, you hear the bed upstairs squeak.
- >Then the sound of hooves crossing the floor.
- >Followed by a door creaking open.
- >Hooves on the stairs.
- >And a small voice calling out into the dark.
- >"Anon? Are you asleep yet?"
- "No."
- >"O-oh. Sorry."
- >...
- >...
- "I'm still not asleep, Fluttershy."
- >"Sorry."
- "Go back to bed."
- >"Right, sorry."
- >...
- "I know you're still there."
- >"Please can we try kissing again?"
- "Shit like this is why you're single. Also take a breath-mint before kissing someone next time, your mouth tastes gross."
- >"O-oh, um, sorry."
- >Rapid hoofsteps up the stairs herald her departure.
- >Shortly after the voice calls out again.
- >"Sho cam we try kishing agun?"
- "Are you chewing gum?"
- >"...Mo."
- "Yes you are, I can smell it from here, Jesus did you eat an entire packet?"
- >"...Yeff."
- "I'm only sleeping down here to make sure you don't do anything dumb, Fluttershy. If you're gonna act like a dork then I'm going home."
- >"P-please don't go."
- "Then go to sleep."
- >"...Sleep with you?"
- "Sleep alone."
- >"Sleep alone with you?"
- "I'm never going out drinking with you again, I swear to god."
- >"Right, right, sorry."
- >Hoofsteps running upstairs signal her leaving again.
- >You fold your arms against your chest and push yourself into the cushions some more, trying to get comfortable.
- >Eventually, you find yourself drifting off to a pleasant sleep...
- >...Your eyes snap open.
- >Fluttershy is leaning over you, her eyes wide with shock.
- >Her mouth is hanging open.
- >You can still see a bit of gum in there.
- 6/?
- >Looking down, you see that she's stretched awkwardly over your body, trying not to touch you.
- >She gulps nervously, eyes darting from side to side.
- >"This is. A dream?"
- "Dreams don't smell like peppermint."
- >You glare at Fluttershy.
- "Mind explaining what you're doing?"
- >"Oh, well, I asked you if you'd changed your mind about the whole kissing thing? Then you didn't respond so I asked again and when you still didn't answer I took that as a yes so..."
- >She gulps, swallowing her gum.
- >Then wets her lips with a hasty tongue movement.
- >"...Wanna try kissing again?"
- >For a brief, terrible moment, you consider doing just that.
- >Giving her what she wants so that she'll leave you alone.
- >But you feel like doing that at this point would be encouraging this to happen.
- >If you keep giving her what she wants, she'll start pestering you for more.
- >Might even start chasing you around or knocking on your door when you're trying to eat breakfast in a morning.
- >You shudder at the thought of such a woeful horror.
- >Fluttershy takes your silent contemplation as an excuse to mash her mouth against yours.
- >Peppermint.
- >Lots of peppermint. And horse spit.
- >Fluttershy's inexperienced mouth attempts to tango with yours.
- >Yours stays completely rigid, refusing to move or open for anything.
- >Eventually she gives up doing that, sucks on your top lip for a while, then licks your face.
- >Just a huge lick. Right from the chin to the space between your eyes.
- >She pulls back, panting, and giddy.
- >"H-how was that? Pretty good, right?"
- >You stare at her, your face going sticky from pony slobber.
- "That was absolutely horrendous. Never do it again, nor tell our friends that you did it."
- >Sit up abruptly, grabbing the mare as you do so.
- >Place her on the floor and nudge her away with your leg, then rise to your feet.
- 7/?
- >She stands awkwardly pawing at the carpet with a hoof as you check yourself over in the darkness.
- >The mare tries to speak a few times, but gives up.
- >You walk to the door and open it, the moonlight flooding in.
- >A final look at Fluttershy, and she watches in return.
- >The tiny yellow mare avoids direct eye contact, and still says nothing.
- >With that, you step out and close the door behind you, leaving Fluttershy on her own.
- >You tried to do something nice, and this is how it turned out.
- >Well, at least one thing is for certain.
- >Thank god it's over.
- >...
- >Knock knock knock.
- >You lumber to the door, scratching your stubble.
- >Never usually get visitors this early in the morning.
- >Pull open the door and look down.
- >"H-hi. So um, the other night was really weird and I'm sorry, but I was just um, wondering if maybe you wanted to try kissing some more?"
- >You stare at Fluttershy in bewilderment.
- >"I-I brought peppermint if that's a turn-on?"
- 8/8
- The End.
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