"Pegasi Are Not Good Secretaries."
By DerangedClownHorse (https://pastebin.com/u/DerangedClownHorse)

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Created on: Monday 22nd of January 2018 12:50:36 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 07:38:46 PM UTC


>"And I believe this brings the meeting to end. Does anypony have any questions?"
>A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you rifle through the pamphlets given out at the start of aforementioned meeting.
>A wad of paper nails you straight in the left temple, and instantly you're filled with rage.
>Because youjust know who threw it.
>You already know what's inside the folded parchment.
>It's always the same fucking thing.
>Crudely drawn images of her sucking your dick underneath your desk.
>Why?
>Because one day you had a little too much brandy, got a tad tootouchy feely, and wound up molesting your secretary, Fluttershy.
>The fucking of her mouth was included in said molestation, and while at first it seemed to change your dynamic, she openly admitted to loving it the next day.
>Within moments you seem to have gotten over your rage and quelled yourself.
>"Alright everypony. Let's get back to making money."
>And with that you exit the room as quickly as possible, making sure to leave your chair neatly pushed in.
>And of course within moments you're being trailed by Fluttershy.
>"Slow up boss...I want to make sure I'm in the reception area the moment you're in the office."
>Somehow without managing to pop a blood vessel you pause, allowing her to catch up with you.
>"Uhm. Today's meeting was pretty boring huh?"
"That's how they all are Fluttershy. Never with any real meaning. Just sales numbers, affirmations of said numbers, way to improve those numbers. It's always the same thing."
>"Maybe they could take some time to talk about something important, like the current state of the bathrooms..."
"This is a business, if the bathrooms are functional then there really is no purpose."
>"But the mares-rooms aren't fully functional, sometimes I-"
"If you aren't dying due to some kind of urinary build-up, then it really isn't that big of an issue."
>She's silent after that for the whole walk to your office.
>Upon finally making it there, there's already some random stallion just waiting to talk to you.
>His coat is a deep chestnut , and his mane
seems only to be a few shades lighter.
>He's wearing the equivalent of a suit for ponies, a blazer, alongside with a fedora.
>Probably another salespony or something.
>"Mr Anonymous? I-I would like to speak with you. The subject matter is-"
>"If you'd like to speak with Anonymous, you must schedule an appointment."
>Well hearing that brings a smile to your face, and it seems Fluttershy knows it.
>"B-But he's right-"
>"If you do not schedule an appointment, you cannot speak with Anonymous."
>She tilts her head and the large bob of her pink mane seems to bounce as she does.
>"Well when's the next available opening for me to have a word with him?"
>"The earliest would be around maybe four thirty..." she says smiling softly.
>"Well great I'll-"
>"Four thirty next Friday."
>The stallion opens his mouth and shakes his head, as if he had something to say but decided not to say it.
>"Well I'll leave my card with you, please let me know whenever Mr. Anonymous is available. You two have a wonderful day."
>He reaches into his blazer's pocket, handshoofs? Fluttershy his card and starts to head towards the exit.
"How did you know to lie on the spot like that."
>"I know you don't like to be bothered unless it's very important, or it involves making more money. So I guess I've just started saying that kind of stuff habitually."
"Nonetheless, excellent work."
>"W-Why thank you..."
>You enter your office, heading through the receptionist area and into the back, where you need to be.
>Fluttershy takes her seat at her desk, making sure to adjust her skirt as she wiggles her rump into the chair.
"Remember Fluttershy. If they ask to speak with me.."
>"Tell them you're not available until next week."
"Clever girl."
>Finally you get some alone time in your office, nopony to disturb you from your work.
>Now...how are you going to split this money between all the workers while still lining your pockets and all the other fat cats AND making it look fair?
>"Uh...s-sorry for intruding Anon. But I'd just like to chat for a moment..."
>Another sigh finds it's way out into the air.
"Fluttershy. Please. Just do your job."
>"I just wanted to know when uh...when was the next time we could-"
"If this is about what happened during the christmas party, then don't ask again. I was fairly intoxicated, and that was clear. I won't ever be doing something like that again. And I apologized to you about it so-"
>"We've already discussed this Anon. You know I loved every second of it. There's really no need for apologies. I just want to get closer to you I suppose? It's only natural to want to get closer to the pon-"
>She clears her throat and pushes her hair out of her eyes.
>"Person, my mistake, who you shared something special with."
"If you call that special, what we did, then you're completely nuts Fluttershy."
>"But it *was* special. You liked it. I personally loved it...so why keep pretendning like it wouldn't be nice if I just-"
"Go to your desk. Now." you say assertively.
>She shrugs and does a turnabout, making adjustments to her blouse here and there as she sees neccesary.
>"You can't keep pretending you don't want more Anonymous. The moment you cave..."
>She looks over her shoulder, grin spreading from ear to ear.
>"I'll be there."
>She continues walking out of your office, making sure to walk with more of a sway than before.
>You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose and regretting ever having a drink at that party.
>You shoul've been thinking about what could happen.
>But instead you were too busy indulging yourself. 
>And every single time you do, something happens for the worse.