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Cuddleshy

By twilightgamenight
Created: 2021-07-16 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-01-31 22:14:19
Expiry: Never
anonfluttershysafecompleteone-shotthat mare sure is thirsty

  1. 1.
    >"You didn't bring a coat, Anon? That's okay, I'll just hang onto your torso until we get you home. As a pegasus, I'm pretty light."
  2. 2.
    “No, I brought my coat.”
  3. 3.
    >”Are you sure?”
  4. 4.
    >Fluttershy dips her head slightly and blinks.
  5. 5.
    >”I mean, I don’t doubt you, but you aren’t wearing a coat.”
  6. 6.
    >You twist to point at the back of your chair.
  7. 7.
    “Yeah, I put it – uh –“
  8. 8.
    >It’s not there.
  9. 9.
    “Did I…”
  10. 10.
    >You look back to Fluttershy.
  11. 11.
    “It’s not there.”
  12. 12.
    >The little pegasus raises her eyebrows and forces a smile to her face.
  13. 13.
    >You look on the back of your chair again, but nope.
  14. 14.
    >Still not there.
  15. 15.
    “Well, I thought I brought my coat.”
  16. 16.
    >You pat yourself down, in case who the fuck knows, but no coat miraculously appears.
  17. 17.
    “Wasn’t I wearing it on our way over here?”
  18. 18.
    >”I… I don’t think so? But you’d know better than I would.”
  19. 19.
    “I mean, it’s pretty cold outside.”
  20. 20.
    >The pony nods softly.
  21. 21.
    >”I know,” she murmurs. “The weather teams really went all out this time.”
  22. 22.
    >You both look out the window as the first snowflakes start to drift gently to the ground.
  23. 23.
    >”Honestly, I’m a little worried about all my little friends. I sure hope they’re warm enough.”
  24. 24.
    “Is that why you brought so many of them along?”
  25. 25.
    >Little birds and critters flitter and scamper through the restaurant, causing nowhere near as much havoc as you expected.
  26. 26.
    >A few ugly looks, one stolen meal, and some other stuff that didn’t really matter because it didn’t happen to you.
  27. 27.
    >”Well, that’s one reason,” Fluttershy answers with a giggle. “But Angel came along for moral support.”
  28. 28.
    “Moral support? Seriously?”
  29. 29.
    >”Mhm.”
  30. 30.
    “You need moral support to meet a friend for lunch?”
  31. 31.
    >”Well, kinda…”
  32. 32.
    >Something about her giggling seems a bit off, but you put that feeling aside.
  33. 33.
    >It's FLUTTERSHY.
  34. 34.
    >She's in public.
  35. 35.
    >Of course she's nervous.
  36. 36.
    >"Should we go now?" she asks, looking up at you through her eyelashes. "We finished eating a while ago, and... well... I hate to take up a table if we're not going to order anything else..."
  37. 37.
    "Want to wait for the snow to stop? It shouldn't be much longer."
  38. 38.
    >You think.
  39. 39.
    >But honestly, if you can't remember your jacket, what are the odds you're remembering the forecast right?
  40. 40.
    >"No, I need to... um... get home soon. All those little animals to take care of, you know."
  41. 41.
    >A few gentle beats of her wings lift her out of her seat.
  42. 42.
    >"I'm ready whenever you are," she murmurs softly.
  43. 43.
    "Yeah, you have a point."
  44. 44.
    >You push back your own seat and stand.
  45. 45.
    "But, you don't have to hang on to me. Seriously, I'll be fine."
  46. 46.
    >"Oh, no!" she protests, hovering closer and closer. "All you're wearing is that thin shirt! You'll catch a cold!"
  47. 47.
    >Your suspicious stare is too much for her, the weight of it bowing her head until she's staring at the floor.
  48. 48.
    "I'll be fine, Fluttershy. I mean, you're wearing anything at all."
  49. 49.
    >She mumbles something that escapes you as her wings beat slower and slower.
  50. 50.
    >Gravity begins to take hold of the pegasus, until you reach out and grab her.
  51. 51.
    >Just to stop her from falling onto the table and making an awful mess of things, of course.
  52. 52.
    >She's light enough, but still awkward to hold with your arms at full extension, so you pull her tight against your chest.
  53. 53.
    "What the heck was that?"
  54. 54.
    >"Oh, it wasn't anything important," she sighs. "Everypony knows I'm not a very strong flier."
  55. 55.
    "Okaaaay."
  56. 56.
    >Yeah, you know that, but she's not THAT weak.
  57. 57.
    "Well, I'm going to put you down now so we can go -"
  58. 58.
    >"Wait!"
  59. 59.
    "What?"
  60. 60.
    >She dips her head down, burying her muzzle in your shirt, and mumbles something.
  61. 61.
    "I can't hear you, Fluttershy. Speak up."
  62. 62.
    >Another mumble, slightly louder this time.
  63. 63.
    >You sigh impatiently.
  64. 64.
    "Try again."
  65. 65.
    >Mumbl -
  66. 66.
    "No, look at me if you're going to talk."
  67. 67.
    >There's an embarrassed chirp, but she raises her head after a second.
  68. 68.
    >A bright pink glow spreads across both cheeks.
  69. 69.
    "Now try again."
  70. 70.
    >"I said you're right," she whispers. "I'm NOT wearing anything."
  71. 71.
    >... the fuck...?
  72. 72.
    "Are you -"
  73. 73.
    >"It is too cold out there," she admits. "You should carry me home."
  74. 74.
    "Um..."
  75. 75.
    >"It's important to conserve body heat, Anon."
  76. 76.
    "It's not THAT cold."
  77. 77.
    >"Body heat is a non-renewable resource, Anon. We have to conserve it. Like trees and lakes and little fuzzy bunnies that need lots of cuddles."
  78. 78.
    >Considering how fast they breed, bunnies are NOT a non-renewable resource, but you don't have the courage to say that to her face.
  79. 79.
    "Fine, I'll carry you."
  80. 80.
    >"yay"
  81. 81.
    >She wraps her forelegs around your neck in the tightest grip this side of a wet noodle.
  82. 82.
    "What about all your little buddies? Won't they be cold?"
  83. 83.
    >"I'm sure they will all be just fine."
  84. 84.
    "But... they aren't wearing anything either."
  85. 85.
    >"They're also smaller, Anon," Fluttershy giggles. "You're silly."
  86. 86.
    >You almost drop her then, as her mane tickles your nose.
  87. 87.
    >Gut reaction is to sneeze and cover your mouth, but you hold it in.
  88. 88.
    >For a brief moment, you think you're about to do a reenactment of Scanners, but your head somehow does not explode.
  89. 89.
    >Somehow.
  90. 90.
    >You wait a second just to be sure, but you continue to remain unexploded.
  91. 91.
    >Cool.
  92. 92.
    >Wait, what were you talking about?
  93. 93.
    >Right, little animals freezing to death in the fierce arctic Ponyville tundra.
  94. 94.
    "Well, if you're sure they'll be fine..."
  95. 95.
    >"Of course they will," Fluttershy reassures you. "They are all so teeny-tiny."
  96. 96.
    "You're pretty teeny-tiny yourself."
  97. 97.
    >"I am not!" she gasps, puffing out her cheeks and pouting. "I am way too big to go outside in this cold."
  98. 98.
    "Um..."
  99. 99.
    >"Surface area, Anon," she lectures, intentionally or unintentionally doing a decent impersonation of Porchlight Spackle. "We have more of it. We get cold faster."
  100. 100.
    "That... sounds right. But it's not."
  101. 101.
    >"It is!" she insists. "That's why we have to minimize surface area if we're going to survive the trip!
  102. 102.
    >You have no clue how she manages to wrap her hindlegs around your waist, but she does it anyway.
  103. 103.
    >Pony legs don't even bend that direction.
  104. 104.
    >She must be taking yoga lessons from Pinkie Pie or something.
  105. 105.
    >Before you can comment, your waiter appears at your side and clears his throat.
  106. 106.
    >"Excuse me, sir, but -"
  107. 107.
    "Sorry, I know we're making a bit of a scene. She doesn't do well with crowds."
  108. 108.
    >A few of the cafe's other patrons are watching with amusement, there stares enough to make even you feel uncomfortable.
  109. 109.
    >"No, well, yes, but -"
  110. 110.
    >He twitches his head and you look over your shoulder to see what he's gesturing at.
  111. 111.
    >Oh.
  112. 112.
    >Another waiter appears to be in a game of tug-of-war with a small flock of birds.
  113. 113.
    >It would be cute, if they weren't using your coat.
  114. 114.
    >"I do believe that may be yours, sir?" your waiter says haughtily. "If you would be so kind as to remove it *and* yourself from the premises..."
  115. 115.
    >Fucking birds.
  116. 116.
    >You knew better than to trust them.
  117. 117.
    >Why Fluttershy puts up with their bullshit, you'll never know.
  118. 118.
    "Yeah, sorry, I'll just..."
  119. 119.
    >Fluttershy squeaks in outrage as you remove one arm from around her barrel.
  120. 120.
    "... take THAT..."
  121. 121.
    >You snatch your coat from the air, sending birds scattering
  122. 122.
    "... and be on my way."
  123. 123.
    >"Good day, sir," the waiter comments, watching you carefully until you're outside the cafe.
  124. 124.
    >Once the door shuts behind you - and that takes a while, thanks to the stream of assorted little critters - you awkwardly fold your coat over your arm, freeing up your hand to pet Fluttershy's head.
  125. 125.
    "It's okay, we're outside now. Nopony is watching."
  126. 126.
    >You can't hear Fluttershy's response with her face buried in your chest like that.
  127. 127.
    "And I have my coat. You can let go."
  128. 128.
    >Again, you can't hear her mumbled answer, but her head jerks from side to side, rubbing her muzzle against your collarbone.
  129. 129.
    "Too cold?"
  130. 130.
    >Another mumble accompanies a nod of her head.
  131. 131.
    >You sigh and reevaluate your life choices up to this moment.
  132. 132.
    "Fine, hold tight."
  133. 133.
    >The pegasus squawks as you withdraw your other arm from her.
  134. 134.
    >She slips down your chest until her legs tighten around you like tiny, fluffy, adorable, little vices.
  135. 135.
    >You try to laugh, but it's hard to breath.
  136. 136.
    >Doesn't stop you from doing to anyway when a large snowflake lands squarely on Fluttershy, drawing a whimper from the shivering pegasus.
  137. 137.
    >With her securely crushing your lungs and mewling softly, your arms are free to pull on your coat.
  138. 138.
    >It's nothing special, just a bit baggy.
  139. 139.
    >Didn't used to be, but living off a pony's diet seems to have slimmed you down a bit.
  140. 140.
    >You had been thinking of asking Rarity to make you a new one, something that actually fit.
  141. 141.
    >Right now, you're glad you hadn't gotten around to it yet.
  142. 142.
    >You think it's just large enough to fit around you and the pegasus.
  143. 143.
    >Almost is; you manage to close up all but the top two buttons.
  144. 144.
    >Those ones never stood a chance.
  145. 145.
    >Though the first snowflake to land on Fluttershy is long since melted, more snow has accumulated in her mane faster than it can drip away.
  146. 146.
    >You run your hands through the pink strands, brushing the white flakes and icy droplets free, and tuck it under your coat.
  147. 147.
    "Dangit, Fluttershy. You're going to catch a cold if you don't take care of yourself."
  148. 148.
    >"No I won't."
  149. 149.
    "Don't try using your insane pony logic on me. It won't work."
  150. 150.
    >"I'm not," she murmurs softly, slowly loosening her grip on you.
  151. 151.
    >She doesn't need to hold on so tight; the coat firmly keeps her in place.
  152. 152.
    "Look, I know -"
  153. 153.
    >"It's not.."
  154. 154.
    >Fluttershy looks up at you with a confused expression.
  155. 155.
    >Her face is so close to yours, you can feel her breath on your face.
  156. 156.
    >"It's not 'insane pony logic'," she whispers.
  157. 157.
    "Well, what's going to stop you from getting sick?"
  158. 158.
    >"You."

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