The Harassment Chronicles
Fuck Me it's Fluttershy
7 weeks before chapter 4…
It was a cool in Ponyville that October afternoon. Shops were just opening and ponies were beginning to emerge from their homes in new scarfs and jackets to purchase the goods of the market. Leaves were falling from their trees with oranges and yellows almost completely covering the ground in dry clusters. Fluttershy, was among them. She had her thick green sweater on, her neck wrapped up in her soft blue scarf. Rarity was kind enough to have donated a new hat to her, an adorable bunny face on it with little ears sticking out the top. It was late morning, a breakfast in her rotund belly and a smile on her face. It was a bit of a downer in fall, her critters usually went into hibernation this time of year. Half of her friends were already gone, leaving her rather lonely as of late.
Never the less, she had to feed herself. So food she set off to buy, making her way into market. Everything was normal as usual. Applejack was still making out with her new "boyfriend" RJ in a rather noisy if not forceful way, Rarity was stroking Anon's hair and Scootaloo was taking secret pictures of RJ's butt. Fluttershy didn't really approve but she had to agree, RJ's cheeks looked pretty squeezable. Before long, something caught her attention.
"I'm a shepherd for you and I'll guide ya through. Let me be, your everlasting light." Came the soft, singing voice of a young man and his old guitar. She stopped when she spotted him, taking a scoot behind something to keep herself hidden. He was sitting on a small box, a little drum on the side of it with a drum pedal before it so he could tap out the beat with his free foot. His guitar case was open in front of him, a few shiny coins and dollars in it. He'd stop singing to thank anyone that dropped money in.
"Let me be, you're everlasting li-thank you pink pony." Pinkie giggled furiously as he stopped for a second, bouncing off as he continued on. Fluttershy continued to look on from her vantage point, a blush forming on her face as her eyes wondered over the rest of the mysterious boy. He was dressed in some old, raggedy military jacket, a white undershirt under that with military pants on his legs. Strangely enough, none of his clothes were camouflaged, but rather a worn black. His boots were just as old, barely fitting round his feet due to the numerous cuts and tears in the leather. She blushed even harder at his messy hair, giving him a bit of a rough and tumble style. Of course her courage was nowhere near high enough for her to actually go up and talk to him.
"Hey Fluttershy whatcha starin at?" She squeaked and almost jumped out of her skin, turning to see her pinkish friend.
"Pinkie! You scared me half death!" Fluttershy gasped as she put a hand to her chest. Her friend only giggled, following her friends gaze to the man on the box.
"You peeping Flutters?"
"Peeping? I um… er… no." She stuttered out, getting a funny smile from Pinkie.
"Why don't you go over and say hi?" Fluttershy squeaked and started blushing hard, pulling her scarf up a bit to cover her face.
"What?! No, no, no! Pinkie I-I don't think I could in a million years!" She reasoned, her wings extending out and twitching. Easily spotting this, Pinkie got a hold of her friend's hand.
"C'mon Fluttershy it'll be fun! All ya gotta do is say hi to him!" She shot back, tugging Fluttershy right along.
"Pinkie wait!" It was too late, by the time Fluttershy had gotten her hand out of Pinkie's the man had his gaze fixed on them both. With an even more intense blush, Fluttershy pulled her hat down to try and hide herself from that eerily infectious smile of his.
"Hey pink pony." He said simply to Pinkie, continue to strum as his gaze moved to Flutter.
"Who's this?" He asked to the mare, only getting a squeak from her.
"This is my friend Fluttershy! I think she really wanted to meet you." He smirked and actually stopped playing, setting his guitar down.
"Really now? Well isn't this a treat?" He sounded almost completely different when he wasn't singing, his voice an octave deeper then it seemed.
"Oh no, listen to that voice!" Flutter thought in a panic, lifting her hat just enough to see his gaze right on her face. He chuckled as she covered her eyes again, shaking in her shoes.
"Heh, heh… looks like it." He said, scooping up the money from his case. Pinkie gave Fluttershy a push, moving her towards him.
"Pinkie please!" She squeaked out, whispering to her friend in panic.
"No need to be so nervous. I don't bite." He said as he picked up his guitar again, addressing her directly. Flutter very slowly lifted her hat, trying to steady herself.
"H-hi…" She squeaked, revealing herself while she still shook. He couldn't help but laugh a little at the adorable pony, starting a new song.
"Why don't we start with names? Can you tell me your name honey?" Her ears perked at the use of the word "honey", giving her a bit of a confidence boost.
"My… my name's Fluttershy." She whispered, surprised he even heard her.
"Fluttershy, I like that name. Very suggestive, but in a good sense. My name's Markus." Flutter smiled at him, the very slight confidence in her growing.
"I'm Pinkie Pie! You're really good at guitar aren't you?!" She squealed, drawing the attention of everyone in the square.
"Yeah I guess. Haven't had much to do lately besides play." He said simply, giving a nod to another generous donator.
"It's nice to meet you… Markus." She squeaked out, taking a step back from him as her wings started to extend out.
"But I have to go. Shopping and… EEK!" She turned and ran, leaving Markus and Pinkie to watch.
"I'm guessing she's very shy."
"Oh you have no idea mister."
Shy tried to continue shopping, being mostly successful in it but largely distracted. Her mind kept going back to Markus and his playing. Mostly due to the fact that she could still hear the faint sound of him and his guitar. After some purchasing of things for soup, salad and bunny food, she fancied herself a treat. Nervous as always she approached AJ's apple stand. With a blush on her face, it was a full 10 seconds before AJ pulled her face from RJ's.
"Well howdy Fluttershy." She said through gasps of breath, readjusting her hat with an obvious blush.
"Hi Applejack. C-can I get 3 of those apple fritters?"
"Course shy, RJ honey, grab three of them fritters!" The young man obeyed of course, bagging the delicious bready snacks for the buttery pony.
"Thanks Applejack… I see you're still with RJ." The orange pony chuckled and grabbed the boy before he could even hand over the goods.
"Course we are! RJ's my little boy!" She put him in a head lock, playfully wrestling him whether he liked it or not.
"H-here ya g-OW!" She took the baggy, watching with a strangely increasing amount of arousal.
"I… um…" AJ chuckled as she completely dominated the poor little man, his pulling not even making her budge.
"Come on RJ fight me a little!" At that she turned and fled, leaving the overly touchy pony to her wrestling.
"Ah am fightin!" She looked back to see that AJ had taken RJ to the ground.
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It was dark by the time Fluttershy had finished making dinner, seeing that even more of her little friends had left. She sighed unhappily, taking a single plate of greens and what not to the table and sitting. Alone. It was at least warm in the house, a small fire going on in the living room and a book waiting for her on her chair. Still though, it was quiet and lonely in her tiny home. She let out a sigh, munching on her food in the dim light of her lamp. In her boredom, her eyes began to wonder. Peering out her window, she spotted a tiny, flickering orange light in the woods.
"What could that be?" She stood up and moved closer, seeing a fire. Suddenly there was a gnawing in the back of her head, a feeling or irritation building in her. Campers. She did not enjoy the company of those human hooligans at all. Last time she saw campers around her woods, there were beavers with bear cans and bunnies stuck in cellophane wrappers for weeks afterwards. Finally faced with something to do, she got her coat and flash light. She opened the door and made her way out, stamping angrily over to the sight of the fire with light in hand.
"Who's out there?!" She called out, seeing someone stand up from behind the fire.
"Oh, am I not supposed to be here?" She recognized that voice, stopping dead in her tracks and nearly dropping her flash light. Her wings shot out, thankfully hidden slightly by the dark. He was still dressed in his jacket and what not, this time buttoned up with a dirty old beret atop his head. She just stood there, embarrassed, surprised and at the same time aroused.
"Hello?" He called back, taking a step forward. She squeaked, shaking in his presence.
"M-Markus?!" She gasped, dropping the light. She watched him relax, a smile going across his face.
"Hey I know you! Fluttershy right?" She froze up, her ears flopping against her head.
"What are you doing out here?" She squeaked out, watching him sit on the ground before his fire.
"Should I leave?" He said nervously, rubbing his chest with both arms in the cold.
"I… um… j-just keep the place clean… throw the bottles away you know?" She said nervously, stepping closer to him.
"But what are you doing here?" He sighed and took a sip from a bottle of something, staring into the fire.
"Didn't make quite enough money today at the market, couldn't afford a hotel for the night." She raised an eyebrow, standing next to him as he sat.
"The hotel? I thought you lived here."
"No I just blew in 2 days ago. My funds are running a bit low."
"You're a… you're a drifter then?"
"Pretty much." He was rather blunt about it, sighing tiredly. She looked around a bit, seeing a motley camouflage tent and a small backpack leaning against it with extra clothes stuffed into it.
"But… it's cold out..."
"Yeah I know…" She only stood there after his words, inspecting every aspect of him carefully. He was shivering quite a bit, his jacket thin and torn in plenty of places, some parts only held together with patches. He cheeks and nose were red, hands tucked under his jacket. The motherly instinct in her started to cry, the need to nurture hard to ignore.
"Fluttershy?" He asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Oh! Um… I'll just… let you get to it then… sleep well Markus." She backed out of the place, her wings still fluttering a bit.
"See ya Fluttershy." He gave a slight wave, curling up to conserve his own heat. She kept her eyes focused on him, her thoughts conflicted,
"Oh... Fluttershy… you wouldn't leave a little animal out here in the cold would you? Look at him!" She looked back and saw him retreating into his tent.
"Too late now…" She sighed, going back into her warm house and collapsing into her chair.
"Tomorrow… for sure…"
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The next day was even colder, a fierce wind blew through the town and the market wasn't as bustling as the day before, the sky over cast with deep grey clouds. Fluttershy set out any way. While she didn't have the need to buy anything, she had ulterior motives. After practicing in the mirror for an hour, she was ready to finally invite Markus over to stay. She was still nervous of course, heading into town and clutching a freshly baked little pastry for him. She blushed the entire way, struggling to fight against the swift wind. While trying to shield her eyes, she bumped into something, squeaking and looking up to see Rainbow Dash punching a dense cloud.
"Oh hey Fluttershy! What's the roll for?"
"Um… nothing." Her friend raised an eyebrow, watching the mare smile slowly and hold in her giggles.
"Nothing?" Another torrent of stifled girlyness followed her question, the mare before her seeming more like a school filly then a grown pony.
"I'm gonna ask that boy in the market to come stay with me!" She squeed, bouncing in place a bit and confusing her friend even further.
"Wait, that dirty hobo playing guitar?"
"Hobo? He is NOT hobo! He is a drifter and down on his luck!" She insisted, not making Dash budge an inch from her judging gaze.
"Fluttershy why would you bring a homeless human into your house?"
"Well I can't just let him sleep outside could I? He's just a kid and he needs someone to watch over him." With that her rainbow friend narrowed her eyes at her, hands going to her hips.
"I like where this is going." She said with a lower tone, Flutter blushing harder.
"I didn't mean it like that…" She whispered, trying to sneak past the mare.
"Fluttershy do you like a boy?" Rainbow asked her now shifty eyed friend, leaning in to increase the intensity.
"…maybe." She squeaked out. Her friend laughed a bit and patted the pony's shoulder, backing off.
"That's real cute Fluttershy. Glad to see you finally coming out of your shell." She gave the mare a slap on the back, the cloud slowly floating upwards from behind them.
"I gotta get this weather bull crap done, but don't hesitate to call me if you need any help reeling him in." She said with a wink, chuckling at Fluttershy's growing blush.
"Thanks Dash." She said quietly, feeling a pang of courage as her friend took off into the sky. Her face still red cheeked and ears still erect she continued into the market, seeing business as usual only with less shoppers. The sweet sound of Markus's music lightly drifting through the air filled her mind, the volume increasing steadily. What she wasn't hearing was bothering her however, whereas yesterday he sang along with his own playing, today there was only the gentle strumming of the strings. On sight of him, she swore she almost had a heart attack.
He was red in the nose, sniffling and coughing rather frequently. He slumped sharply to one side, leaning on an elbow that rested on his leg. His face was contorted into a fake look of wellness, the weakness and sickly features powering through easily. With a pang of motherly instinct, she dropped her pastry and rushed up to him, skidding to a stop just before slamming right into the boy. He noticed her and looked up with a tired, curious stare.
"You again?" He asked wheezily, continuing his playing regardless.
"What can I do ya for Fluttershy?"
"Markus… you look terrible." She squeaked, kneeling in front of him.
"That's what you get for sleepin in the woods. Gonna try and earn some more money today." He snorted something back up, his breathing more labored. Flutter's expression immediately turned sour at the young man, actually making him shrink back a bit in intimidation.
"I-I heard a mare named Lyra gives work and shelter to humans…" He squeaked out, hoping to qualm the angry looking mare before him.
"Markus you're sick." She stated simply, standing up and towering over him with hands on her hips.
"I am not sick. I have a bit of the sniffles but that's something a little bit of music and food will fix."
"Have you had breakfast?" She asked quickly, stumping him for a good second.
"Huh?"
"Breakfast. Someone as young as you needs a good breakfast every morning. Especially when they're sick."
"No, I didn't have anything to eat. And I'm not sick anyway so it doesn't matter." She leered at him, her arms now crossing as her "I'm disappointed" face burned into his very soul.
"You're kinda creeping me out now…" He squeaked nervously, his playing stopping as other ponies and people started to stare. He and her kept silent for the next few moments, the tension building as Markus felt the need to start running again.
"I'll go get breakfast at Lyra's right now!" He said quickly, getting off his box with a wheeze and starting to pack up his stuff. With a stern hand however, Flutter grabbed him by the ear and had him under her control.
"No you don't, Lyra only gives free rooms and food so she can lure boys like you into her bedroom!" everyone in earshot of her words turned and gasped, Lyra blushing intensely next to her long time roommate.
"Is THAT why you spent all our money on a water bed?!" A cream colored mare yelled at her friend as she slinked away quickly.
"I deny everything!" She squealed, rushing into her house and leaving the crowd to take its eyes off the boy being dragged off by the pony. He had packed his guitar just in time to get yanked along, complying out of his own timid nature.
"L-let go of me god damn it! I'm a grown man!" He growled, pulling at Flutter's surprisingly tight grip on his ear. She persisted and pulling him into the forest however, the pressure not letting up as he struggled to keep his bent over posture.
"You're coming with me to get some food. I will NOT let a young man starve himself for no reason!" She growled, getting another series of coughs from him as he tried to form a protest.
"AND you're going to get some medicine for that."
"But I'm not sick!" He slapped her hand off his ear, standing back up and rubbing the side of his head.
"I appreciate it but I don't need or want your charity!" He was more than surprised to see her turn about to face him, her eyes suddenly wide and intense as with their focus on him. He met her pupils and immediately felt the regret run through him, never in his life having been this intimidated by anything. She didn't need to use her stare for long, even with an extra 4 inches of height on her, he hunched over in another series of harsh, raspy coughs.
"Okay, okay you win! Just no more staring!" He gasped, getting a smile from her end. Without a word she started off with a slow walk for her house, inviting Markus to stand next to her in case he needed something to lean on. He took the spot, but disappointed her in his ability to support himself.
"Here we are, home sweet home." She said softly as she welcomed him in, taking his case and setting it out of the way for him. He took a second to look around the place, his body giving a shiver as the warm air rushed over him.
"Looks cozy…" He said just as quietly, bending down to untie his boots. Flutter set off to do exactly what she promised, heading into the kitchen to fetch medicine and make her guest something to curb his hunger.
"Where should I sit?"
"Just have a seat on the couch. I-if you want to I mean." She now felt the ever present nervousness that usually defined her demeanor creep back, now he was in her house. Not only that, but he was closer to her. Close enough that she could see every detail of his young, experienced and tired body as he collapsed on the couch. She couldn't find a reason as to why, but for some reason the prospect of this whole situation was making her feel oddly... warm.
This human boy was young, good looking, just the right build for her but the best for Flutter, he was in need of care. She could already imagine herself nurturing this poor boy, mending his weary body back to health, being the center of his world while he recovered. It gave her such a warm feeling inside. She could see it now, a bed ridden, naked Markus half covered by the sheets of her bed, just begging her to come join him so he could thank her for being such a wonderful care taker. Or, a sickly, limp Markus strewn across her couch in total vulnerability, willing to let Flutter release her tensions by giving her full access to her burning hot body. Oh the possibilities. It distracted her only slightly while she cooked, her blushing flights of whimsy letting an egg or two get burned. But no harm was done. Sooner than later she had placed a plate of 3 eggs, two pieces of buttery toast, a cup of yogurt and an apple on the table. A class of orange juice, a mug of coffee and a tablet of Zecora's cure all to compliment. She peeped into the living room to fetch him, finding him lazily strewn across the couch with the face of sleepy angel.
"Daaaaw. So cute!" She giggled, approaching the couch and putting a hand to his shoulder.
"Markus… Maaaaaarkus." She uttered softly, coaxing him back to awareness. He opened his eyes with a snort, startled slightly.
"Wha…" He grunted, wiping his nose with a dirty sleeve. She giggled and used a hand to lightly stroke his hair, ignoring the strange look she received.
"Breakfast is ready." She cooed, letting him stand up wobbly and move into the kitchen where he slumped into a chair. She followed and took a seat opposite of him, smiling meekly when she saw how he beamed at the platter laid out before him. He dug right in, not the least bit nervous as Flutter watched him with intrigue. She hadn't ever made acquaintance with a human before, but she was starting to see what Applejack and Rarity saw in them.
"So Markus… how did you get to drifting?" She asked quietly, getting his attention as he looked up from his plate with full cheeks.
"Oh… that. Well uh… it's a very long story. One I don't like telling." He insisted, appearing suspiciously nervous.
"Why's that Markus?" She scooted closer to the table, moving a hand to the middle of it incase hand touching were to become available.
"It's not my greatest moment. Not by a long shot." He grumbled, taking a drink of coffee and a mouthful of eggs.
"Please? I'd love to hear it." She insisted sweetly, scooting up closer to him and putting a hand to his arm. He sighed and kept his gaze forward, recollecting it into the quickest version he could think of.
"I was enlisted into the Royal Defense Force by the family when I was 18. Was about to get shipped out to the changeling capital to fend off the "growing" bug menace."
"How did you end up here?"
"I bailed on that crap. Ran out of Canterlot with the clothes on my back the boots on my feet and 50 bits. Been floating here and there ever since." He chugged down the rest of the drinks before him, attacking his toast hungrily. She felt a twinge of disbelief, sure he looked beat to hell and dirty as someone who'd had spent the last month just walking through every town in Equestria. But the age issue still pestered her thought.
"How old are you exactly?" She questioned softly, moving slightly closer to him.
"21." He answered through mouthfuls of food, her eyes almost popping from her skull.
"You've been on the streets for 3 years?!" She squealed, getting a hold of his sleeve and pulling on him sharply. He shook right along with her, too weak to resist.
"Only a year and a half! What does it matter?" He begged, almost dropping his silverware. She stopped shaking him abruptly, her eyes wild and spooked.
"Y-you're too young! Where's your mother?! You need to get to school!" She squeaked desperately, her nose almost touching his nose. He panted in surprise, unable to really comprehend exactly what she was yelling at him. Realizing that she was basically attacking him, her hands quickly let go of him as she leaned back away from him.
"I-I'm… oh goodness…" She whimpered, getting up from the table and backing away.
"I'm so sorry Markus." Her ears flopped down against her head, her tail wrapping round her own leg.
"It's fine… I've had to do much worse things for a breakfast before." He actually gave a smile, trying to lessen the harsh mood before covering his mouth for a cough. She could only blush, her mind now racing with methods of securing a way to get him to spend the night. But he stood up from his empty plate, hunched over and tired but still picking his things up and moving to the sink.
"Thank you very much Fluttershy but I think I ought to be going now. Gotta pack up, get movin and leave tomorrow. You know how it is." He said quickly as he made for the door, followed closely by Fluttershy.
"W-wait you forgot your medicine!" She cried out meekly, missing a grip on his sleeve as he grabbed his case and made a B-line out the door.
"Gotta go!" He rushed out as quickly as he could limp, wheezing and coughing as Fluttershy watched him go from the door, feeling rather defeated. She watched him hobble away for a while, mesmerized by the way tired body moved. He looked manly even when he was running away. She wanted him to come back. Badly. Turning to look into her own home, it was barren. No animals skittered about, even Angel was sleeping during most of the day. The loneliness was setting in, she didn't want to spend even one more day alone here. Grabbing her scarf and hat up she headed out the door. She was too nervous to chase after the sickly soldier, no good in beating a dead horse after all. Maybe all she needed was a stroll round town. Maybe ask Rarity over for tea or get a book from Twilight. Just anything to occupy her time rather than spending time in an empty nest. The second she stepped out however, a blue rainbow blur slammed into the ground before her.
"AH!"
"Fluttershy what are you doing?!" Her Pegasus friend questioned, motioning towards the direction her man had escaped.
"W-what do you mean?" She shrank in the mare's presence, her obviously not satisfied with the performance.
"You just let him run away! I thought you had this!" She barked, her eyes shaming and disappointed.
"I did! He just ran away too fast I couldn't-"
"Do need help with this? Because frankly that was a bit sad." She interrupted, getting her friend to fall silent before her.
"What did you have in mind?" She asked almost in a whisper, watching her friend turn to look off into the woods.
"How bad do you want him? Be honest, I promise not to tell any pony." The buttery mare blushed, twiddling her thumbs and looking to the ground.
"I'd… I'd really like to have him stay for a bit. He's pretty sick."
"Is that the ONLY reason? If all you want to do is nurse him up then I don't think I'm gonna be much help to you." The pink maned Pegasus squeaked a bit, looking from side to side before pulling Dash closer to whisper in her ear.
"Promise not to tell?" Dash made a zipper motion across her mouth, giving a thumbs up.
"How long would it take for me to get him into my bedroom with your help?" The rainbow horse smirked with narrowed eyes, her tail giving a swish in growing excitement.
"I guarantee by the end of the week he'll be kissin your feet." With that Flutter smiled and perked up, not minding something like that at all.
"How do you plan to do it?"
"Eh… it might be better if I didn't tell you." Suddenly the smile was gone.
"Wha-… why?"
"You said he was sick right?"
"Yes… Dash what are you planning?!" She asked with a new found alarm, her friend spreading her wings and already flying off.
"Don't worry Fluttershy. I won't hurt him. Just give him a little push in your direction."
"But-" She took off with a loud bang, ruffling Flutter's mane and rustling quite a bit of leaves as the rainbow trailed close behind her. Flutter watched her go with hands over her ears, mane slightly frizzy and scarf almost ripped off in the blast.
"I… I need a drink." She squeaked, trying her best to shake off the events of the last few minutes, heading into town.
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With a tired head and aching feet Flutter returned home. It was growing dark outside, the skies still cloudy and gray as she collapsed on the couch before the dim embers of her fire. She had spent the day relaxing with friends, drinks with Pinkie Pie, a conversation with Twilight and a notable avoiding of Applejack. Ever since she had gotten her new boyfriend it seemed her thing had become public groping and wrestling. By now it was getting creepy. But she had a full day. Now it was time to rest in her lonely house. The pitter patter of rain hit the windows around her, drawing her thoughts from her sleepiness to that young man that had ran out of her house that late morning. It was dark, cold, windy and now it was raining. Her conscience pretty much depended on the wellbeing of others. Now her crush was sitting out in the rain by himself in a tent with nothing but that guitar. She wanted to go out again and just drag him back. Just pull him right along whether he wanted it or not so she could have something to love and care for. The sudden desire for a warm body to be next to hers was constantly gnawing at her as she attempted her sleep. Just when she thought she was going to have to get "handy" with this issue, there came a series of desperate knocks at the door.
"Hello?! Fluttershy?!" It was Markus. He sounded scared to say the least.
"Fluttershy please! I'm sorry for this morning just please let me in! I'll do anything!" She shot up at the growing intensity of his voice, sapping her fatigue and jumping up from the couch. She ripped the door open and grabbed the body before her, pulling the soaked, shivering man inside. She pulled a bit too hard though, sending Markus right into her with a surprised gasp.
"Oh thank you! Thank you so much!" He hugged into her, glad to be out of the wicked weather outside. The feeling of his arms round her, the weight pressing down on her, the warm face buried in her shoulder, she had to fight creaming her pants.
"Markus? What's wrong?" She kept her soothing tone, able to guess what caused such a random, massive storm. He picked himself up, setting down his case and dropping to the floor in an exhausted heap.
"Rainstorm… wind… so tired." He wheezed, still coughing and struggling to take in air. That was all she needed to hear.
"Let's get you cleaned up." She said with a smile, turning him to lay on his back so she could start removing his wet clothing. He didn't move, or struggle, he just laid there and let her work. Much to her happiness, his jacket slid right off. Next were his boots and socks, all of which went into the hamper in the corner of the room. She stopped at his belt however, her hands hovering over it as she blushed in the weak light of the single lamp.
"It's alright… I don't think I can hardly move." He coughed, completely debilitated from his sickness. She then felt as if the universe had exploded in her mind and the entirety of it all came together into one singularity in time and space to spell out "GROPE HIM NOW" before her in glittering stars. Thus, she removed his pants gently. Trying not to seem like a pervert, she ignored the groping opportunity and moved an arm under his legs, another snaking under his neck.
"What are you doing?" He moaned, fighting his sleepiness.
"Moving you to the couch, just relax."
"You can't pick me up…" He groaned, his eyes not even focused on her as they were closed. He was probably right, but Fluttershy had a powerful force on her side. Pure sexual desire. She grunted as she lifted him right off the floor, finding his weight to be much less than she expected. But still heavy.
"Wow… you're strong." He said quietly, getting quickly set down on her couch and feeling himself almost nod off right there. She stopped for a second to kneel next to him, looking over him to see if any damage had been done. He was covered in bruises and cuts, his skin paler than the usual humans and thinner as well. He was obviously malnourished, his face thinning just like the rest of him. She stole a glance at his crotch, her wings popping out with a "fwump" behind her. He was bulging. Even when he was cold he had quite a little hill between his legs. Maybe it was just the tight, military briefs that struggled to hold back his beast, or maybe it was exactly what she hoped and he was the biggest stallion she had ever seen. Whatever it was, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Thank you… you're a saint…" He moaned, smiling at her. She giggled and got his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze.
"Thanks for coming back." She whispered back, feeling the cold fingers warm between her palms. She watched as his eyes slowly closed, letting him fall into a soft, peaceful slumber. He looked happy, she felt happy, in general things seemed to be working in her favor. Now that he was asleep however, a certain something was begging for her attention. With rising tail she turned back and scooted down on her knees, her head getting level with his crotch and that insane bulge of his.
"Wow… look at it." She said curiously to herself, leaning in close enough that her nose touched to it. She drew in a deep whiff of him, her toes curling and wings fluttering at his intoxicating smell. A mix between male musk and his own unique scent. She shivered as she took in another, her eyes rolling back in the pure delight she was feeling. Her hands came up quickly and gripped the elastic of his undies, pulling it up and over the treasure tucked inside. As she pulled back, her eyes grew larger and larger, the shaft being exposed reminding her of a full grown-
"Stallion…" She gasped as the telltale medial ring showed itself, the folded thing spring loaded to unfold and slap against her wrist. She nearly fainted. The whiteness of his own skin had transferred onto the shaft and head, even having the flare at the tip. When he was limp she guessed 5 inches, the hand supporting the shaft taking into account its notable weight. She hadn't seen a human's genitals before, but she was well aware from 3 of her friends that humans were definitely not hung like stallions. But there it was. As if by some magic this human was sporting the goods of Big Mac. With another hand she pushed her way down to get a handful of the family jewels. She felt the smexy level burst through the charts as the stallion aspect of him also covered this area, the things big enough to fill her hand and then some. She was conflicted now, to try and take this thing on now would be a project. He'd probably wake up anyway, even then getting this thing into full gear might take a while. So, with heavy heart, she put her new toy down and pulled his undies up, finding that she couldn't even fit the thing in. The shaft even when flaccid surpassed the brim of his garments. Grabbing the head in her lips, she folded it back the way she found it and tucked it away. Now with the taste of Markus in her mouth, she smooched his forehead and cleaned up. His clothes went in the laundry room, his shoes by the door, guitar in the corner and he himself was quickly covered with the softest blanket she could find.
"Good night… precious." She squeaked out, expecting no response but admiring her own bravery, slinking off to bed for the night.
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"Mr. Markus, time for lunch!" Chirped Fluttershy as she pushed a cart of food into the sterile white room of the hospital, her tiny nurse skirt flowing quite freely in the wind. Markus lay in his bed before her, an arm in a cast and a tired expression on his face, still able to smile at the busty little nurse before him.
"Ms. Fluttershy, so good to see you again." He said with a smile, the pony pulling up a chair and sitting adjacent to his head. She pulled the cart up close and took a spoon full of whatever they were serving him, putting a hand under his head to keep it propped up.
"Open wide, here comes the choo choo train." She cooed seductively, feeding him a bit of food while he stilled smile. Their eyes met as she pulled the silver ware out of his mouth, retrieving more food for him.
"You're such a good nurse Fluttershy. I feel real lucky I get to spend so much time with you." She fed him another mouthful, blushing and smiling at his comment.
"Oh you're too sweet Markus." She cooed, just now noticing her breasts seemed much perkier than she remembered, also getting the feeling of more cushion in her booty.
"No. Ms. Fluttershy… I think I love you." He said as his good hand weakly touched to her arm, his warm and gentle touch giving her that fuzzy feeling inside.
"I want to repay you for all you've done for me." He said with a growing smile, his eyes drifting down to the growing bulge in the hospital sheets. Her eyes followed as well, her giving a gasp as her hands went up to her mouth.
"Markus… are you suggesting-"
"Only for you Fluttershy, I've been saving it for that special one. I think you've more than earned it." She blushed and got off the chair, making her way down to stand level with his bulge. Rather than pulling the covers off and making him cold, she climbed up onto the bed with him, now content to peel off his blanket and use her own body to keep him warm.
"Oh… my…" She squeaked, seeing the hard, ready to roll beast before her. He was substantial, bigger than any stallion she had ever known in her entire life. And it was all for her.
"Just be gentle… I'm still sore from the accident." He said, motioning to his bad arm. She smirked and pulled off her panties, leaning down so that her bare lips touched to his throbbing member.
"Don't worry, I'll always been gentle… and call me "Momma" from now on." She cooed into his ear, feeling him shiver helplessly under her as she grabbed the thing in her hand, pulling it upwards to penetrate herself. Just as she felt the thick head of him parting her lips, her alarm clock went off.
"MEEEEEP! MEEEEP! MEEEEP!" With a start she popped her eyes open to see the little black box blaring with the most annoying sound in the world. Quickly she silenced it with a slap to its shut off button. She was tempted to do more than that though, having been woken up from the best wet dream of her life. But she settled instead on just letting out a soft grumble and sitting up, her mane frizzy and messy and her underwear completely soaked by her own juices. Not wanting to lie in bed with a wet spot, she pulled herself out and sighed. Pulling on her soft, warm robe she made for her bathroom in the other room. She opened the door to the living room, the events of last night now confirming themselves at the sight of a certain human's hand hanging off the couch. She stopped in her tracks, feeling a smile creep along her lips. Judging by the sound of his breathing, he was still dead asleep. With such freedom, she made her way to the other side of the couch, finding the upper half of him exposed with the blanket covering the good part. Never the less, she kneeled down before him and felt his forehead. He was burning up. His breathing was heavy and labored, coming from his mouth only with a painfully red looking nose to top it off.
"Oh goodness. He IS really sick." Her hand had long stopped just feeling his forehead, moving the rake through his short hair lovingly. With simple curiosity, she leaned in slowly and took a whiff of him. Her snoot touched to his neck, the air smelling of sleepiness and unwashed man. Even if some found that unpleasant, she immediately fell in love with that smell. It was the smell of her crush, the sweet, subtle scent of a person in need. A need she was more than willing to aid with. She planted a kiss on his cheek while she was at it, standing up and going to the shower like she had planned. In the bathroom she disrobed, feeling a cold nip at her lips as she pulled off her undies. She stopped in front of the mirror, her eyes finding the same problem they had for the last few months. She was admittedly getting a bit chubby. Her breasts were already large on their own but now they were getting ridiculous. A D-cup struggled to hold them in place, not to mention the weight of the things. Her belly ended up supporting them, jutting out from her in a graceful curve that mirrored on the other side with her butt. She didn't like the idea of being this big, but with her job and usual diet as of late, she couldn't help but gain a bit of weight. Her wings could barely get her off the ground these days, not that she needed to fly like Dash, but it looked a bit silly with such small wings on a big body. She sighed unhappily and sulked in the shower, at least enjoying the hot water washing over her voluptuous body.
She wasn't in for too long, after a sufficient washing and what not she was drying herself off in the mirror. After a wrangling of her mane into a towel on her head she pulled her robe back on and opened the door. Much to her surprise, Markus was sitting up on the couch, looking quite miserable.
"Morning." Was all he said, a slight smile on his face and black bags under his eyes.
"Morning…" She said as she approached him, standing at his feet and looking down on him. His smile faded, a bit of guilt in his eyes.
"Look… I'm sorry for yesterday… it was wrong of me to run out on you like that when you were just trying to help." His voice was weak, giving her and excuse to move over closer to his face.
"It's pretty obvious I'm not in the best state right now… if I could just crash here until I get stand up again… I'd owe you for life." He put on his best puppy dog eyes, effectively melting her heart and getting a smile from her.
"You're welcome to stay Markus. As long as you want." She smiled with him, petting his head with a warm, soft hand. He seemed to like it, relaxing as her fingers ran through his hair softly.
"Thank you… I don't have much, but there's 37 bits in my pack if you want em. It's the least I can do."
"I could never take money for this Markus. Just having you here, safe is pay enough for me." He sighed in content, not even throwing her a weird look when her petting had migrated to rubbing his cheek.
"Would you like some breakfast?" She asked softly, pretty much whispering it in his ear.
"No thanks… feel like I'll just throw it up." He groaned, her hand moving to rub the contour of his jaw and neck.
"I'll just get you some medicine and hot tea then. That should at least help with the bad tummy." She squeaked at the last part, sounding like a mother talking to her baby. All he did was chuckle a bit, willing to accept weird behavior like this if it meant not freezing to death outside.
"Sounds good." She smiled and gave him one last pat on the shoulder, making her way upstairs first to change into something other than a robe. She chose her usual thin shirt and green sweater, a pair of jeans to go with it. Just keeping it simple. She gave him a pat on the head when she passed him, eagerly heading into the kitchen to start making some tea. When the pot lay on the stove waiting to actually get hot, she had a bit of time to think.
"What luck! That storm may as well blown him right into my bedroom! I can't believe I managed to get a hold of him this quick. But how should I start with him? I could maybe… rub him a little. He seems to like getting petted. Maybe if I make an excuse to try and clothe him… that wouldn't work. Maybe…hm… I'd really like to rock him some time." She drifted off to day dreaming as the pot warmed in front of her, her eyes dreamy and unfocused.
"I wonder what lullaby he'd like to be sung… maybe something with soldiers." She was brought back by the whistling of the shiny metal pot, grabbing it and shutting off the stove. She selected her medicine with a quick scan through her cabinet, debating whether or not she was going to regret it. Theraflu was a human drug that she had just come across, the pony at the pharmacy said it worked like a dream. The only problem, it tasted awful. Like, really awful. She could attest to it. But it killed a cold pretty quick. She mixed in the powder, bringing it out to him and setting it on the coffee table before him.
"Is that Theraflu?" He asked, now completely covered with the blanket, visibly shivering.
"I know it's not very tasty, but it should help make you all better." She pushed to him, watching a cold, thin arm come out from under the white covers to get a hold of the steamy mug. He struggled to lift it up, his arm shaking. It was flat out painful to watch him do this, him taking a sip and immediately burning his mouth.
"Ah… that's hot." She took the mug from him and frowned in worry, feeling the opportunity to mother him more.
"Why don't I do that for you?" He rolled his eyes with another slight smile, pushing himself up higher to so he sat up straighter.
"Sorry…"
"What's wrong exactly Markus? What hurts?"
"Body in general… feel really cold. Sniffles, stomach ache."
"You must have the flu… you might be here longer than you expected."
"Last time I had this I was in bed for a week." He said with a hint of worry in his voice, Flutter's hand finding his shoulder.
"I'll take care of you Markus, no need to worry."
"I don't want to be an intrusion."
"Oh no you won't. This is quite a pleasure Markus." She said sweetly, holding the mug up to his lips and letting him take a very small sip. He adjusted himself on the couch, pulling the blankets snug.
"I'm completely wiped out from this." He said as he leaned back, feeling a pop in his back.
"If you do have the flu it's best you just stay in bed. It's not good to try and move around." She scooted closer, grabbing a small chair and sitting next to him. She let him take another sip of his medicine, the distaste clear on his face.
"Ick… I hate this crap." There was an intense awkward silence, broken only by the sound of another gentle sip.
"Markus… can I tell you something?" She squeaked softly, pulling the mug away from his face. His eyes peered over to her, opening wider to show an expecting look. She shrank back into her chair a bit, feeling a bit pressured now.
"I… I um… you have really nice… hair." He then ran his hand through his own hair, a smile on his face.
"That was oddly random, but thank you Fluttershy. I like your hair too." She smiled with him, immediately getting a handful of her long pink mane and squeezing it tightly.
"Y-you do?" She asked like an excited school girl, him probably noticing the intense blush on her face.
"Always had a weakness for girls with pink hair." He said as if telling a secret, his voice charming and cool even with its ragged tone. Her thick thighs squeezed together at his words, the implications settling in her mind as she couldn't control her squirming. If there ever was a time she wanted stallion, this would be it times 10.
"You're really nice Markus… have you ever… had a girlfriend?"
"A few. Why do you ask?" He raised his eye brows with the question, giving a suggestive look to the nervous Pegasus.
"Oh um… just curious. You are um… really… charming." He smirked happily and gave a chuckle, getting a bit of her mane in hand and running his fingers through it.
"I've gotten that a lot lately." She blushed and watched him fool about with her hair, her legs still squeezing tightly together.
"You know one day I'm gonna HAVE to repay you for this." He said with a hand on her leg, her hands nervously combing through her mane.
"Oh that's not really-"
"Oh yes it is. In all my time on the streets I've never met any person or pony as kind as you." She smiled and folded her ears against her head, squirming before him.
"Well I don't know about that."
"Consider me in dept to you for life." He poked in her in the stomach playfully, getting a loud squeak from her.
"Imighthaveawayforyoutopaymeback!" She quickly stuttered out, her eyes shut and her body curled up tight. He kept his eyes to her with a bit of surprise, hardly understanding a word she said.
"Slow it down a bit… didn't quite catch that." He kept his hand on her leg, her reveling in his touch silently. She was conflicted, her desire for him was ready to explode, her inner needs were calling loud as they could, but to acknowledge them now could possibly ruin everything between her and him before it even began.
"Nothing… it's nothing Markus." She grabbed the mug off the table and gave him another sip before he could protest.
"Just lay down and relax right now." She commanded softly, putting a hand to his shoulder while putting the medicine on the table. She stood up and quickly made her way out of the room, closing the door to her bedroom.
"Mares." He grumbled, rolling over and facing the back of the couch. Fluttershy herself felt a sweat break out on her, removing her sweater as fast as she could and throwing it in the corner, feeling her heavy breasts bounce against her. Just as fast, she removed her pants, seeing her pink panties wetting with her own juices. She opened her closet and pilfered through it quickly, finding her little box and throwing it on her bed. She opened it and stopped when she looked over the contents. She had never told anypony, but she had one fetish that was pretty much guaranteed to get her off every time. She removed the milking device from the box, also removing her stallion toy.
"Markus…" She gasped quietly pulling off her undies and spending the morning in absolute bliss.
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"What's that creaking noise?" He wondered in his sleepy stupor, hearing a repetitive moaning and creaking in the other room. Some other whirring sound followed it, him doing his best to ignore it and try to sleep.
"Markus… where art thou sweet Markus?" He heard in the back of his head, eyes springing open in pure terror.
"Aw shit." He groaned, hiding himself under the covers.
"Markus, our desire for thou hath found no end. As well as our search for thee."
"Luna please." He begged, moving a hand to his arm to pinch himself awake. Before his fingers could find his arm, another hand had found his wrist.
"Neigh, thine presence is required here by royal request." She chirped happily, pulling him out of the couch and onto her newly formed bed. He flopped onto the black comforter and grunted, pulling at her grip.
"Why must you combat min love for thee Markus? Our single prerogative is thine pleasure." She grabbed his other wrist, pulling him unto her body.
"I thought I made it clear! I don't WANT to be a royal consort!" He struggled and pulled against her, the princess's strength in and out of the dream world however knew no bounds.
"Oh but your consent is not but a trivial matter my love. Through magic thine mind may be changed for the better." She gave a devious smirk, running her tongue up his neck and jaw. Her Legs wrapped around him, her magic replacing her hands so she could hold his head in place.
"Submit to us now Markus. Perhaps if you beg for us we will not ravage thine childish body the mere moment you find yourself in our chambers." He squirmed and wiggled in her grasp, face contorting in stress and fear.
"Let me go Luna!"
"May we refresh thine conscience that thou hath taken the pledge of loyalty AND have been marked as a child of the night?"
"I don't care! I ran off for a reason!"
"And I hath lain min eyes upon thee Markus, you were foolish to take refuge in Ponyville." His eyes widened in realizing terror, him stopping his squirming.
"No…"
"Indeed, you will be lucky if half a fortnight doth pass and your eyes behold us not." She closed her eyes as their clothing magically vanished, letting his goodies fall out and rub against hers.
"Wonderful, our improvement to thine form has remained." She chirped, rolling her hips into him. He snapped back from his fear, now really struggling and tugging away at her, not wanting to have his hips smashed again even if it was just a dream. Luckily for him though, something snapped him awake in the real world.
"MAR-ARKUS! YES!" He jumped awake with the sound of Fluttershy's exasperated gasps and moans, coming into full consciousness just as the sounds died out.
"Fuck me!" He groaned, his pounding heart and throbbing erection still remaining from his encounter. He knew he had to get better soon, much sooner than probably possible. Last time Luna said she knew where he was, he ended up playing the Vietcong game in the Everfree forest against the Lunar military for a week. He grabbed the lone mug on the table, still hot with its greenish contents as he tipped it sharply, chugging the foul liquid down as fast as he could. Quickly he realized he was burning the shit out of his mouth with piping hot Theraflu, but he powered through, putting the whole thing down and clenching his fist in pain once the deed was done.
"Ach! God damn it this shit is nasty!" He groaned as he put the mug back on the table, feeling the stingy sensation in his mouth. He slumped over and covered himself entirely again, fighting off the feeling of nodding off again. It had been a long while since he had been assaulted like that in his dreams, even given the princess's almost obsessive search for him. None the less he was learning how to elude her, but if she was able to get a jump on him like that he really had no chance. It was then then that Fluttershy's door opened, letting the sweaty, happy looking mare stumble out with a nothing but her shorts and casual tank top. Her tank top was stained around her breast area, it struggling to fit around her curves.
"Hey Markus." She squeaked lazily, stumbling into the kitchen with wagging tail and erect wings.
"I'm gonna make breakfast… let mamma know if you need anything." She seemed much more mellow than usual, humming a quiet tune to herself.
"Mamma?" He questioned, wiping his nose as she snapped out of her stupor.
"I mean… just let ME know if you need anything." With that she hid herself in the kitchen, tail tucked up against her butt and wings twitching as she cooked.
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For the rest of the day Markus went in and out of a boredom induced sleep, it never lasting more than a half hour before he felt a sudden jerk of a certain Princess getting a hold of him. He was content to just lie there, to try and read something would just strain his eyes, there probably wasn't a TV to watch and in all honesty all that he could think of was the rapist princess on her way to get him. Fluttershy on the other hand was prepping a lunch for him, a kinky intention behind it. She had made him just a very light meal, something that a foul stomach could easily handle. Or so she hoped. She made sure to save her last batch from her milking, pouring the contents of the now cold plastic cup into a glass for him. She wanted to watch him drink it. Drink it all down right in front of her and tell her it was delicious. Him not even knowing somehow made it so much more kinky. Two popsicles laid on the plate, if he could handle anything with his illness, popsicles had to be on the list. She pretty much lived off them when she was sick. Lastly she had placed a complimentary congestion pill on the plate, to clear up that horrid snorting of his. She brought it out to him, placing the plate on the coffee table and giving him a little shake.
"Maaaaaaaarkus. Time for lunch." He flipped over and faced her with exhaustion in his eyes.
"Huh… nice." He grunted, sitting up and unwrapping himself a Popsicle. She sat down in the chair opposite of him and watched him eat intently, just waiting for him to get a mouthful of her milk. He didn't seem to notice, nomming down the ice on a stick hungrily.
"Thanks for Lunch flutters." He said simply, a slight smile on his face as the red dye of the thing covered his lips. She smiled happily and kept her eyes on the milk, her ears giving a twitch and tail giving a wag. He finished up the first stick, throwing it on the plate and grabbing the glass of tasty milk. Her eyes widened as a smirk spread across her face, her hands balling up in anticipation. He took a long chug, obviously thirsty as he took the whole amount down without flinching.
"Mh, that's really good milk." He cooed, getting a hard blush from the aroused Pegasus.
"Where'd you get it?"
"Oh just from Applejack's stand. Always best when it's fresh." She squeezed her legs together, feeling a dribble of fluids move down between her legs. He placed it down and grabbed the other ice thing, quickly putting it away.
"What's this?" He asked while grabbing the pill, getting her attention again.
"That should clear up your nose, I don't think that Theraflu did you any good."
"Got any water?"
"Um… would more milk be alright?" She squeaked, her face hopeful and irresistibly cute. He shrugged his shoulders, watching her get up with a bounce in her step. She opened up her fridge and peeped inside, seeing the extra three bottles she had saved.
"I knew it was a good idea!" She squeed, pulling one out and unscrewing one for him. She almost skid into the living room, presenting him excitedly with more of the creamy, cool liquid. He grabbed it up and popped the pill in his mouth, giving the excited mare another show as he gulped it down. Her wings shot out, her blush incredibly obvious and deep. He didn't drink all of it, only enough to get the medicine down. He smiled contently, it almost immediately dropping when he saw her creepy and intense staring.
"Uh... you're kinda spooking me here…"
"Huh? Oh! Oh goodness I-I'm sorry!" She squeaked, grabbing one of her wings and pushing it back into its folded position. He seemed to tuck himself in tighter, almost hiding himself.
"When should this pill kick in?" He asked with a spooked face.
"I-it might be a while…" She squeaked, twiddling her fingers nervously.
"Fair enough. Not like I don't have time to kill." He bounced right back from the burning awkward silence, skilled in the way of making the buttery mare smile. She reached however and somewhat satisfied her temptation, running her fingers through his hair. She watched his smile widen as he leaned back into the cushion of the arm rest, her even giggling a bit when she saw his foot kicking a little under the covers.
"You like getting your head scratched?" She asked sweetly, coming close to sounding like a pony with her dog.
"My one weakness I must admit." He purred, pushing his head into her head.
"Don't tell anyone. This is the one way to completely debilitate me." She giggled again and scratched on the back of his neck. He made no effort to stop her, actually leaning forward to let her scratch and rub further.
"That feels really good." He grunted, absolutely loving the warm finger tips running over his warm body. Fluttershy was enjoying herself as well, something on her mind however.
"Markus… can I ask you a question?"
"Hm?"
"C-can I… maybe rock you a little? Not right now but… before you go to bed."
"Rock me?" He asked while remaining staring forward with his stupid face.
"Is that like stoning? Because I'm not sure I'm up for that kind of kinky."
"No, no, no. Like rock you to sleep." She squeaked nervously, her hand ceasing it's scratching of him. She held his head as he drifted from bliss to thought, seeming to seriously contemplate the question. She gently began to rub his chest absentmindedly, her open palm making circles over his tight white shirt as he let out a tense breath.
"Sounds like a treat." He smirked, putting a hand to hers.
"For you." She had leaned in closer and closer to him as he talked, her nose a few inches from his. She smiled happily and still held onto her deep blush, her eyes meeting his to hold an intense gaze. She wrapped his hand around his, feeling his weak grip on hers. It stayed like that for a good few seconds, Fluttershy wrestling with thoughts of just taking him then and there and never letting him go. Just holding him down and doing every sick, depraved, pure lust fueled sexual deviance she could with him. She wanted him to milk her, love her, call her Mommy and completely submit to her. When her breathing got heavier, he surprised her with a smooch on the snoot. She gasped and let her jaw go slack, her disbelief at what had just happened palpable in the air between them. Markus only chuckled, letting go of her hand.
"You're funny Fluttershy." He mewed, holding back a series of coughs as she went back to an intense smile.
"Thank you… thank you so much Markus." She squeed, pulling her hand off him and balling it up in front of her again.
"Promise me more of this delicious milk and more head rubs and I guarantee rocking shall happen." He promised, giving her a pat on the shoulder. She was content to stand up then, her eyes focused on him as her tail lifted behind her.
"I'm gonna take a stroll outside for some fresh air." She squeaked, making towards the door and being sure that her long pink tail ran over his face. She was barely half way through getting it over him before she felt a slight tug on it, looking back to see him petting the pink fur of her.
Once she had shut the door and walked a few feet out she let out a quiet squeal of delight, bouncing about the place like a school filly and flapping her wings in pure joy. This lasted only a few seconds, being interrupted by a certain rainbow Pegasus flying overhead.
"Hey Fluttershy!" Yelled the Pegasus as she came to a noisily landing before her friend, bundled up for the cold climate of mid fall.
"How'd it go? You reel him in yet?" She asked with a light prodding of her elbow in her friend's arm.
"Just getting to that, I got a kiss! A real kiss!" She giggled, her ears perked and wings completely folded out behind her.
"A kiss? That's it?" Her friend questioned, looking over the buttery Pegasus's less then proper attire.
"With that get up I assumed…" She looked down on herself, seeing that she hadn't changed out of her tank top and short shorts since that morning.
"Oh um… yeah… just being… casual you know." She smiled uncertainly, pulling on the bottom of her shirt to try and force it to cover her comfortably rather than stretching around her gut. Her friend saw right through it.
"Just let me know when you get "casual" with him. I want details afterwards too." She winked to her friend, making her smile in a bit of confidence.
"Happily." Was all she said, taking in a relaxing breath as the rainbow jerk spread her wings.
"We good for some drinks at AJ's place tomorrow night? She said she had some "good" stories to tell." She recognized the emphasis on the word "good". AJ not only liked to do strange things in public with her boyfriend, but she liked to brag. A lot. To the point where she and Dash would try to do even kinkier (or weirder depending on your position on it) things with HER boyfriend to one up her. Fluttershy liked to join in just out of curiosity, often times getting her wet dream fuel for the night once it was over. She had never gotten to know RJ, but since she started attending these meet ups she was absolutely dying to see him in action. Apparently AJ liked men that fought.
"W-we'll see. It'll really depend on how Markus is feeling by then." She got a narrow eyed smirk from Dash, a knowing nod following that.
"I follow… don't wear him out in one go. If you go slower at first you can usually get 2 or 3 rounds out of em before they quit." She said with an ear twitch, taking off when she saw her friend's face explode into a blush.
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Later that night things were starting to get cozy. A fire was going in the fire place, filling the room with a dim, flickering light and warming it as well. Markus was still lying on the couch, blanket thrown off him to expose his upper half. Fluttershy was contently reading a little something she had picked up from Twilight's library earlier that week, a little romance novel of a pony and a human in a dire struggle to have their love accepted. She was passed the love making part (after re-reading it a couple of times of course) and was happily reading the cuddling parts, hardly noticing a certain human stumble to his feet and crack his back.
"What are you doing Markus?" She asked him as he swooned a bit towards the bathroom.
"Gotta shower. Stinky and stuff." He grumbled, rubbing his head. She moved her eyes up and down his body repeatedly, scoping out all she could his masculine figure. He seemed to purposely face away from her however. Maybe he was hiding that monster bulge from her, maybe he was self-conscious. Either way, she wanted a peep. Bad.
"You know where the bathroom is?"
"Yeah, I saw you come out this morning." He walked slowly towards the door, giving the mare a perfect view of his bottom. She peeped up from behind her book, her ears warming and wings pushing against the chair.
"Oh my… look at that perk little butt." She thought to herself, loving the way is flexed and pushed against his tight undies as he walked. He opened the door and turned sideways to her to make his way in, giving her one hell of a profile to make of him. To say the least, the man had front. He undressed himself quickly and flopped into the basin of the tub. Using the rounded nature he slumped against one side and turned the nozzle until he found it suitable for him. With the hot, steamy water running over him, he started to concoct a plan.
"Okay… we got one day down, anywhere from 2 to 4 days before Luna gets here. I don't think Fluttershy's kindness extends to aiding and hiding a technical criminal so that won't fly. I think my only real option is to get my ass back to Zecora. That's one long ass walk for just a small chance she'll actually want to help me though. She hid me once, hopefully she'll be happy to do it again… gotta pay her though." He looked down at his genitals, seeing his extended friend resting between his legs as blood was finally able to pump comfortably through it rather than having it folded uncomfortably in his pants. The thing was 100% Luna's doing and he hated it with a passion, but damned if it didn't help him get more than a few land ladies and mares to give him a free room for the night. Maybe a blessing in disguise, but it was much harder to aim then his old buddy.
By the time his shower was up, he was bare able to pull himself out of the tub. The water had scrubbed him clean and left him limp as a noodle. Never the less he wrapped a towel round his waist and approached the door, cracking it only slightly to peep in on Fluttershy.
"Hey Fluttershy? Could you maybe grab my pack out of the corner so I can grab some more clothes?" He heard a bit of shuffling on the other side, followed by a few squeaks and the clinking of his pack buckles. He held his hand out for her to pass it on, feeling something grab the other side of the door instead.
"Here you goOOOOH!" She squealed in a very fake sounding manor, pulling him right into her by the door knob. He wheezed as he felt forward into the pony, getting a face full of boob while his hand went to keep his towel on.
"Oh goodness look what happened!" She said with hands on his back, purposely keeping his head smooshed against her chest. She felt him struggle to stand up, her giving him a tug upwards and onto her.
"Well since we're already like this m-maybe I should just rock you like you said!" She said with a growing blush, pulling him right in front of the fluffy sofa.
"Fluttershy what are you-" He was cut off when she let him drop to the couch, his own blush even deeper than hers as his towel had almost fallen off.
"Just laying you down Markus, need to get you comfy before we start don't we?" She chirped motherly, even pinching his cheek cutely.
"Can I at least have my underwear?!" He begged, his legs clasped together and hands shaking a bit as he grasped the white cloth around his waist. She put her hands to her hips and gave a happy sigh, smiling the whole way.
"Well if you insist." She stated simply, remembering all the stories she had heard from AJ and Dash. She never saw herself as the dominant kind, but in a time like this, she couldn't help it. He was just begging for a bit Flutter love. She reached into his backpack and searched for a bit, finding another almost identical pair of undies and pulling it out. Of course she had to make sure she examined it carefully before she brought it over to him, standing at his feet.
"Thanks Flutter." He said as he reached up for them, finding her not surrendering his garments.
"Uh… Fluttershy?" He asked, watching a devious, yet innocently playful smile run across her face.
"Off with the towel mister." She squeaked, her eyes drifting to his bulge.
"Nnnnope. Nope. Don't like where this is going." He started to sit up, immediately getting a surprisingly rough push right back down.
"No, no, no. Momma says take off your towel." She said more sternly, stilly smiling as her hand gently stroking his cheek. His levels of uncomfortableness had reached an all new high, his cheeks blushing so hard he thought he was going to burst into flames. But she was obviously in control here. In his condition he could barely stand to take a god damn shower. So, he did what he was told, slowly, very slowly, removing the towel that covered him. She watched with wide, sparkling eyes as the piece of cloth unfolded from around him, licking her lips when she saw him nervously expose himself to her. The kinky nature of his embarrassed face and his stallion goodies was being saved in her mind, her taking one of his ankles in hand.
"There you go. That wasn't so hard was it?" She said cutely as she slipped on his underwear, getting no struggling from him when she pulled up to cover his goodies. She purposely let his shaft only be semi-covered by them however. He looked incredibly uncomfortable under her, making her insides warm up in pure arousal.
"I-I'm not sure I like where this is going…" He squeaked, backing away from her and into the arm rest. She giggled at his weak voice, her hands going under his neck and body.
"Shhhhhhh… Momma's gonna make it all better sick boy." She mewed in a definite sexual tone, pulling him to an upright sitting position. She then sat right behind him, only getting minimal wiggling from him when she laid his upper half in her lap and cradled him softly.
"Fluttershy… this is-" She hushed him with a finger to his lips, lifting his head up a bit so their foreheads touched together.
"You want mamma to sing you a lullaby?" She questioned quietly, him feeling her other arm go in the bend of his knees to totally cradle him.
"Uh… I-I don't know." He wheezed, snorting up a bit of snot caught in his nose again. She giggled and smooched his head, gently rocking back and forth with her eyes closed.
(Song link right here. watch?v=AWoPsyY8CZY Not mine. Dur.)
"Hush-a-by, don't you cry, Go to sleep, little baby. And when you wake, you shall have, And all the pretty little ponies." She sang softly and quietly, moving him with the slow beat of the song and never ceasing her nuzzling of his forehead. He didn't quite know what to do. Her singing was beautiful and soothing, angelic in its masterful ability to push past his weary ears and infect his mind with soft fatigue and motherly love. But at the same time he could feel her spare hand fondling his family jewels through his underwear.
"Paint and bay, Sorrel and gray, All the pretty little ponies." She nuzzled him harder now, affectionately singing into his face and rubbing her nose on his, smiling and giving him a narrow eyed bed room stare. He felt the hand under his head gently message and scratch his favorite area, only relaxing him slightly. Her breasts hung over him and rested on his chest, him feeling his body pressing into her round belly softly and snuggly.
"So hush-a-by, don't you cry, Go to sleep, little baby." She finished the song with a kiss to his nose, her still nuzzling him in the cheek and moaning quietly in delight. Markus was almost shaking now, besides getting pretty much sexually assaulted, now he felt sleepy, which meant getting super sexually assaulted in his dreams. Either way, he was fucked. A hand came up from his body and started to push on the buttery mare above him, finding nothing but a stiff resistance from her.
"You're Mamma's good little boy Markus. She loves you more than anything in the whole wide world." She whispered right into his ear, giving it a tentative lick as her hand moved to go right for shaft grabbing. She still rocked him of course, keeping her gentle swinging motion.
"My little baby loves his Mommy, doesn't he?" She asked him expectantly, her bed room eyes focused right on his.
"Uh… y-yes?" He replied nervously, getting a reward smooch on the forehead.
"That's my boy." She cooed, still squeezing on parts of his shaft as he began to harden in her hands. He squirmed a bit down there, squeezing his legs together and attempting to pull himself free of her grasp. Only to find her hand move much faster than him.
But then, she suddenly stopped. As if on some sort of cue she slipped out from their hold and brushed herself off, standing in front of the couch and tucking him in as he tried to get up.
"Wha-what the hell was that about?!" He coughed, getting pushed back into bed and tucked in by the smiling pony. Her face dreamy and far off, seeming like she didn't even hear him.
"I rocked you. Just like I said I would." She said affectionately while holding him down, standing up and letting her wings flutter a bit behind her. He still struggled a bit, feeling the immense fatigue of his illness set in.
"But-"
"Shhhhhh." She silenced him again with a finger to his lips, bent over with her hands on her thighs.
"I rocked you. That's all I wanted." With that she smooched him on the cheek and made for her bedroom, tickling his face as she went by.
"Good night Markus." She cooed, not closing the door all the way.
"My door's always open in case you need me." She blew a kiss to him and slinked behind the door, the light going out once she did. He could only stare at the wall then, mind completely fucked and personal space rather violated.
It was hard going to sleep that night.
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Once he was sure she was asleep, Markus put his plan into action. He climbed up off the couch and propped himself against the wall where Fluttershy had left his pack. After a rather embarrassing struggle to get dressed he felt as if he was going to die, but he had to keep going. Going as quietly as possible, he made sure to keep Fluttershy's snoring in ear shot. He always made sure that he could hear it when he started to dig through her medicine cabinet. Her waking up now might fuck up his plan pretty horribly before it could even start. With that in mind he was still able to grab a bit of Advil and Zecora's telltale cure all tablets. He shouldered his stuff and gave himself a second to rest, barely standing and struggling to keep awake. He made for the door, very slowly and very quietly opening it so he could slink out.
"Homefree." He chuckled, holding back a sneeze. He truly was home free… up until his pack brushed against a vase right by the door and knocked it over. It crashed to the floor rather noisily and gave him enough of a scare to jump right out of the door frame in surprise.
"Fffffffuck!" He groaned, no doubt waking Fluttershy. Given that time slot he knew he had to make for the forest. With a stumbling run he went off, looking back to see the lights of the cottage come on inside. Not two seconds later there was a petrified scream.
"AH! MARKUS?! WHERE ARE YOU?!" He groaned again, speeding up and taking on a full run. He thought he got pretty far, wheezing and coughing before he tripped on a root and crashed to the ground noisily. All the air was knocked out of him as he flopped down limply and completely sapped of all his energy. He lay on his face in the piles of leaves and panted in exhaustion, finding himself unable to move as the cold air set in through his clothes. The rustling of leaves could be heard behind him, a flash light illuminating his face.
"Markus! What are you doing out here?!" She squealed, kneeling before him and shaking him. It only took a second for her eyes to spot all his clothes and full pack on him, noticing him attempting to crawl away from her. She frowned at him, pulling his equipment off him and shouldering it herself.
"Naughty little boy." She scolded, her moving her arms under him to pick him up. He groaned in unhappiness, obviously too out of it to fight her now.
"You should know better than to scare your momma like that." She cooed as she lifted him up, her arms shaking as they stressed to maintain this. She only heard his wheezing and heavy breathing, carrying him back to the warm cottage.
"Looks like someone wants to come to bed with Momma." She squeaked while pushing open the door, feeling his hand pushing against her.
"Wait… Fluttershy… stop."
"That's quite enough young man. You want to try and make yourself even sicker then you're sleeping with me. She laid him in her bed and pulled off his clothes, holding him down with an extended wing while she worked. She had him down to his undies, him still struggling and pushing against her.
"You don't understand! I-" She silenced him by snuggling in next to him, tucking them both in. She then took it in a whole other direction, pulling off her nighty to be in her undies against him. She hugged him close and nuzzled his neck.
"One more outburst like that and I'll have to tie you down honey. Can't have my baby running away from home." She giggled, undoing her bra and pulling it off.
"Fluttershy please. I need to tell you something." She pinned both his arms down, climbing up on him and straddling his hips.
"Here, maybe Momma can give you a reason not to run off." She moaned, grinding her covered squishy bits into his, her hands going to his chest for support.
"S-stop." He groaned, completely at her will as she pushed her hips on him. Her wings slowly unfolded, her breasts bouncing in front of him as her belly rubbed against his, her face excited, nervous and undeniably aroused.
"I-I'm gonna ride you. You're gonna like it. I promise." She leaned down and kissed his cheek, giving him a lick on the face.
"Momma loves you Markus." She moaned, pulling down his undies with her feet to let her love gush all over him. Being sure to start out gentle.
Author's retardation: Hope it was worth it. Because that's the end. And instead of doing bonus chapters, I'll be seeing you in a SEQUEL covering all the mares that got the cold shoulder here. So buckle down and wait, because it's gonna be a while. First person to guess the song Markus sang in his first appearance correctly gets their OC in the sequel.