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Cuddleshy

By twilightgamenight
Created: 18th December 2020 09:06:11 PM

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