>Month 6 in Equestria
>The mares in town have been acting real funny
>The stallions have up and left
>As for you . . . you don't have a clue in the slightest as to what's going on
>You'd seen it before on Earth
>But this was just plain weird
>What was it . . .
>Your concentration is broken as the phone on the wall begins to ring
Hello, Anon's residence.
>"H-hello? A-anon?"
Fluttershy? Are you alright? You sound pretty shaken.
>"I-I don't feel s-so good. You said you were a d-doctor?
Flutters, I was in med school. I'm not really a doctor. But I'll come take a look.
>"O-Oh, thank you A-Anon. I-it hurts!"
I'm on my way. Bye Fluttershy.
>You hang up the phone, and put your coffee down
>You walk out the door
 
>As you walk out the door, you're blocked by 5 ponies
Oh . . . um . . . hi'ya girls.
>All of them are giving you weird looks and look at you in discomfort
>Twilight speaks first, "Hello t-there A-Anon."
>Again with the stuttering and gasps
>I'd swear everyone has a speech impediment
Are you guys . . . alright?
>The mares in front of me bite their lips and grimace, seemingly all at once
>Rainbow speaks up, "Do we look a-alright!? I mean . . ."
>AJ cuts in, "What Rainbow's tryin' ta say, is that n-no, we're not alright."
Well, what's wrong then? Stop beating around the bush.
>Even Pinkie looks uncomfortable
>I'm not too far behind
>Twilight starts, "Anon . . . each y-year in Equestria, mares go through a thing called . . . e-estrus."
>OH SHIT
>Well . . . that explains it
>You knew plenty about estrus, but you only remembered it now
Estrus . . .
>There's an awkward silence
Well, I best be going . . .
>"A-anon, wait!"
Sorry Twilight, I need to get going.
>"Anon, d-darling! You wouldn't leave a lady . . . unsatisfied, w-would you?"
>Rarity's giving you the bedroom eyes
>. . . .
>Just back away . . . slowly
 
Well, Rarity . . . girls . . . surely this isn't nesscessary, right?
>They all start slowly advancing up to you, discomfort and desire in their expressions
I mean, I'm sure there's some nice stallions . . .
>Wait
>"Anon, yer the only o-one. Everyone else has gone up an' left."
>Shitshitshitshitshit . . .
Oh, I see. Well, in that case . . .
>"I get him f-first!" Rainbow comes swooping in
SHIT!
>You duck, and start sprinting down the path at the speed of Kenyans
>"Anon, come back you silly-willy! W-we just want to have some f-fun!"
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>You spot Fluttershy's cottage up ahead
>You look behind yourself, seeing they haven't given chase
How did I . . .
>Just as you reach the knob, a flash of light intercepts you
>All 5 mares block your path, looking determined and aggravated
Fuck me . . .
>Rarity begins, "The pleasure's mine . . ."
>Rainbow interrupts, "HE'S MINE!"
>And a torrent of wacked out mare arguing follows
>Twilight looks pitiful, and looks at you sorrowfully
>You give a defeated smile
>"BUT WE HAD A PINKIE PROMISE!"
>TO HELL WITH IT
>Push through the mares
>Open door and slam it in their faces
>Lock
>"A-anon, is that y-you?"
 
>She sounds awful
Yeah, Fluttershy. It's me.
>It's dark, and I can't see shit, glasses or no glasses
>"Oh Anon, I-I'm so happy to see y-you . . ."
Yeah, well, I can't see you.
>You see the outline of a lamp
>You walk over and look for the switch
>The light flickers on, and what you see saddens you
>Fluttershy is slumped on the sofa, wearing her bath robe
>Her face is blushed red, bags outlining her eyes, and her mane a mess
Oh shit, Fluttershy . . .
>"It's o-okay Anon. I just feel really f-funny."
>This is depressing
Fluttershy . . . do you know what's wrong?
>She cringes and opens her eyes
>"N-no. But . . ."
>Her legs spread, revealing her marehood
Oh shit . . .
>The area around it is rubbed raw and red
>You blush a bit, but it disappears, and your face grows a worried expression
>She notices
>"I'm s-sorry Anon. It hurts, and I don't know w-why."
>She begins to sob lightly
>She doesn't know about estrus
>Why me? ME, of all the people in Equestria!
>Oh yeah, right
Fluttershy, this isn't easy but . . .
>She looks at you with those innocent teal eyes
You're going through a thing called estrus.
>"E-estrus?"
Yeah. And, um . . . well . . . each year, a mare goes through this cycle . . . and they need to . . . um . . .
>"They need to w-what Anon?"
 
>Damn, this is harder than I thought it would be
>(That's not the only thing getting harder)
>Shut the fuck up brain
>She's so innocent, how can I tell her?
>And how does she NOT know?
>"A-anon?"
They need to . . . rut, Fluttershy. They need to gain sexual satisfaction in order to stop the pain. That's the . . . easiest . . . put way of explaining it.
>Her eyes well up and she begins to sob lightly once more
>"But, A-anon. I d-don't have anyone. And I've never . . . d-done anything like that."
>You die a bit inside. It's all too much. You've been here for months now. You've had no proper . . . release
>But you're not going to do this
>You can't . . .
I'm sorry Fluttershy. I can't help you with this. If it means anything, you're not the only one going through this.
>"But they have their special somep0nies! I have no o-one . . ."
>Her sobs escalate
Fluttershy, I'm the only one in town. The stallions, the colts . . . they all ran, they knew. I didn't.
>"So . . . d-does that mean you're the only . . ."
>YOU DENSE MOTHERFUCKER
Yes Fluttershy, and if I go out there, some rather unsavoury stuff is going down. I'm sorry.
>She looks up at you, looking as awful as before, but . . .
>There's a light in her eyes, as saddening as they are
>You stand there uncomfortable, knowing something's up
>(Dude, just accept it. You can't fight it)
>You know brain, we don't know what she wants
"A-anon . . . this is h-hard to ask . . . but would you . . ."
>dis not gunna be gud
 
>The next words out of her mouth better not be . . .
>". . . p-pleasure me?"
>Fuck
>(Indeed)
Fluttershy . . . I . . .
>"Please Anon! I n-need you!"
And you think the others don't? I can't make every horny, estrus driven mare in this town feel like . . .
>"A-anon, I found you. I took care of you those days you couldn't yourself. I helped you. H-help me."
>It was clear now
>I was stuck here
>I go out there, and I might not come back from what happens
>Or I stay here and pay a debt
>I owed her this
Okay. I'll help you Fluttershy. I owe it to you.
>She smiles lightly, and her eyes open up, lively
>"Thank you A-anon . . . but . . . this is my f-first time . . ."
>She trembles
I'll be gentle, I promise. You're my friend.
>She trusts you
>She needs you
>And you want it
>You walk up and help her remove her robe, gently rubbing a finger over her slit all the while
>She emits an "Eep" of surprise, and blushes
>You look at her in disdain
>She bites her lip
"N-no, keep going, it feels w-wonderful Anon."
>You throw the robe down, and slowy enter your finger inside
>She bites her lip and shudders, kicking ever so slightly
>Her walls contract on your finger, and warm fluids begin to flow down your hand
 
>Despite it all, you can't help it, and you're body takes to instinct
>You pick up the pace, fingering her steadily
>You figure this isn't the best way to help her
>You slowly pull out, Fluttershy moaning and gasping all the while, the liquids coating your hand beginning to dry
>Like you care
>"Anon, w-why did you . . ."
>You pull your denim off, tossing them aside, and throw your boxers across the room
>A fully erect member stands at attention
>"O-oh my. A-anon, please . . . B-be gentle."
>As if knowing automatically, she spreads her legs
>It's not a pretty sight
Fluttershy . . . do you have ointment? Lotion? Anything to make this easier on you.
>Her nod says no and she looks at you, showing the same look of desire you saw less than a hour ago
>The animals sit in their little nests and hide in their holes
>You want them to watch
>You grab Fluttershy's sides, and give her a reassuring smile
"P-please, Anon, don't hURT ME!"
>You enter slowly, and grunt
>She gasps, and bites her lip hard, tears starting to flow freely
>You push yourself forward, her clitoris tightening around your member
>Warmness embraces your apendage, as you move your hips in in sync with her moans and kicks
>She begins to smile and you look at straight at her eyes, lit up with pleasure
>"A-anon, please, make me f-feel good!" as her face goes from pain to ecstasy in the speed of light
>You move faster, answering her request
>You move your face closer to hers, you can feel her breath on your face
>Your tongues meet each other
>Rhythm takes hold, your snake slithering mericilessly through Flutter's wet tunnel
>You grunt, and gasp, following hers in steady pace
>You pump harder than you ever have, and you know you can't take much more
>"ANON, I F-FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TO. . ."
>She screams as you make one final thrust, spilling your seed inside her
>Your liquids mix together, coating each other
 
>You stop, exhausted, sweat dripping from your forehead
>You look at Fluttershy
>Her eye twitches, the largest smile plastered on her face, and an unbelievable blush reddening her cheeks
>You lay your head on her chest, both of you breathing heavily
>You grin
>You know you've helped her
>And for the first time in months, you've had release
>"A-anon?"
Y-yes, Flutter . . . shy.
>"Thank you."
>You smile and look her in the eyes
>She's grateful
You're welcome.
>You both drift into a deep sleep
 
The next morning
 
>Light shines through the curtains
>You pick your head up, your glasses awkwardly tilted to the side
>(Brain here, hey, need a reboot>)
>Sure
>(Commencing brain-reboot.exe)
>(You fucked Fluttershy)
>You look at yourself, stark naked, your member still inside a smiling, sleeping Fluttershy
>Oh
>(And she wasn't exactly quiet)
>. . . .
>You pull yourself out slowly, clean yourself up, and get dressed
>You write a note and leave it on the table next to the still wet sofa
>You walk out the door and hold a hand to your head
>This won't end well, I can tell
>You walk down the path, light assaulting your eyes and the bags underneath them
>You unlock the front door of your house
>Thankfully, no crazy mares
>You brew some coffee, and sit down on your sofa
 
>Hey, Brain, are you there?
>(This is Brain, shoot.)
>What's the worst that can happen?
>Well, the other mares in town might think you out to be a backstabbing traitor
>That stung a bit
>You only helped Fluttershy because she was willing
>She needed it worse than anyone else
>. . . . .
>And if you went back out the door, rape was choice A, B, C, and D on the "Have sex with the 5 other friends who will gang rape you without mercy" test
>Fluttershy would probably forget this, keep it to herself, and things would remain intact after the week passed
>You stood up and locked every window in the house, and made sure the door stayed locked
This is going to be a long week.
 
A week later . . .
 
>It had been a week, finally
>All you could do was shit, shave, and shower
>Also, plenty of time to think things over and do laundry
>You ruined your good shirt . . .
>Plus, your 31st birthday was next month, best not tell anyone
>But regardless, you were ready to leave your metaphorical cave and face the world again
>You stood up, dressed and ready for what was going to be the longest day of your life
>And to think . . . this would happen next year . . .
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>You made your way towards the door
>When a knock sounded off through the wood frame
>You breath in
>And open the door
 
>It's Fluttershy
>She looks at you, blushing, and giving an innocent smile
>"Good Morning Anon! I haven't seen you all week."
Well, it's been a long week
>You laugh nervously
Anywho, what brings you by?
>She smiles nervously
>"I just wanted to say thank you, Anon."
Think nothing of it Flutters.
>She paws at the ground
>"But, Anon . . . I can't stop thinking about it."
>Oh . . .
Listen, Fluttershy . . . we only did what we had to. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.
>She's still looking at you nervously
But can we keep this between us? I simply paid a debt in the only way possible.
>She looked at me, hurt
>"You . . . don't . . . l-love me?"
No, I do. It's just . . . not like that.
>She began to well up
>You crouch down and hug her tightly, and she wraps her forelegs around you
We can still be friends though, right?
>She continues to look down, but cocks her head up at you
>"I would like that very much."
>She faintly smiles, and you reply the same way
Come on Flutters, I have to face the other 5.
>You two walk . . . er, trot . . . down the path to Ponyville
>Maybe . . . it wasn't all that bad
>Maybe she was just what you needed . . .