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>The sound of the crackling fire you are currently seated in front of does wonders to soothe your rattled mind after burning out from a long week of work. Town Hall's finance division during the holidays was hell, so to relax you had taken up Fluttershy and co. on their offer to spend the Hearth's Warming together at the yellow one's cottage. It was a good way to avoid the onset of seasonal loneliness and depression, at least. It wasn't a bad night, either. Pinkie made sure there was plenty of food and games, everyone exchanged gifts, and Rarity had gotten you a snazzy new hat you were now particularly fond of. It was also a treat to talk to Twilight about the latest series you were both currently reading; she's often so busy that you cannot quite remember the last time you had a proper conversation with her. It was comfy night.
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>With a sigh of contentment you sunk into the chair a bit more, holding a newspaper you had pretended to read for the past half hour to ignore Fluttershy's ramblings before she took off for whatever reason you weren't listening to.
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>"Oh good, you haven't left!"
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>But the peace didn't last as Fluttershy's voice burst your reverie and broke the silence. The pegasus flew in carrying a tray of snacks for two. The others had left much earlier but you opted to stay later, having not wanted to abandon the lazy atmosphere of the cottage. “Turns out bribery works after all! I hope you've made yourself right at home.”
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“Thanks, Flutters. You make some bomb-ass lemon snickerdoodles, but I stayed because we are literally snowed in. Can't just burrow my way out.”
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>"But that didn't stop you last year when I asked Rainbow Dash to bury--" Fluttershy coughed, eyes nervously daring away before she descended down to set the tray on the coffee table before your chair.
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>With her now closer, you saw Fluttershy was disheveled and panting. ”A-Anyway! Here you go! I hope you just love it, this special recipe's been passed down in my family for multiple generations.”
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>Oh yes, at the deliciously sweet scent, you happily threw the paper aside and into the fireplace, before immediately stuffing your face. Present on the tray were also a mug of black coffee and the ever traditional red and white striped sugary canes of the holiday.
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>Fluttershy watched you eat gleefully, still breathing a little harder than she should be. You put two plus two together and let out a wry chuckle. This was same strat from last year.
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“Trying to win me over with an assortment of goods and coffee spiked with Viagra again to keep me up in more ways than one, so I'd plow you long into Hearth's Warming night, huh? I already told you, this isn't my fetish.”
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>Fluttershy's rosily tinted face flushed harder and she had nodded up until what you said sunk in before she shook her head, “Nope! Actually, there's a twist this time. See what it is...?”
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>You couldn't help but notice Fluttershy was also wincing occasionally and shuffling around her hindlegs. She answered your quizzical stare with a wide, meek smile. You swore you heard a squeak when she did.
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>With narrowed eyes, you examined the tray. Indeed, the coffee didn't look nor smell drugged this time. The snickerdoodles were of absolutely purity and tastiness, so you didn't suspect them---and that's when you noticed.
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>The candy canes were all wet.
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>Fluttershy winced once more and sat down, scooting closer, “Is sharing candy canes on Hearth's Warming night your fetish, Anon?”
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>You met her expectant, hopeful gaze with a blank stare,
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“Sharing your cold spit is gross.”
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>Her smile widened, “Oh no, Anon---that isn't saliva.”
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>You swung your head back to the goopy candy canes. Then back to the still fidgeting, manically smiling Fluttershy. Her heavy breathing came back, “Actually, I may have gotten carried away back there... I'll have to mop up the rest.”
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“Your horniness disgusts me.”
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>“So you'll breed me with disgust?”
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“Besides, don't you know that the sugar can give you a yeast infection?”
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>Fluttershy's face went blank. She blinked twice and squeezed her legs together. “O-oh.. well! I-It's a good thing I definitely didn't put those anywhere they could cause anything like that to happen!” she laughed unconvincingly. “I'm going to go take a q-quick bath, Anon. Feel free to enjoy the cummy—CANDY! C a n d y canes and tell me all about it!”
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>Fluttershy darted off towards her bathroom. You sat staring after her for a bit before your gaze drifted back to the candy canes coated in butter pone sauce.
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>You relaxed back into your chair with a sigh. What would that do to the candy canes' flavor? Make them salty-sweet and minty? Sounds absolutely disgusting. And how did she even manage masturbating with them? You were sure this was going to keep you up all night.
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>“Um...” You saw Fluttershy poking her head out from the doorway, “Would... would you mind washing my back and wings, Anon?”
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>You sighed. Her pleading turquoise eyes hit a soft spot you couldn't refuse.
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“Alright, fine. But you owe me more cookies.”
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>Fluttershy gave her brightest smile and that squeaking noise came back, but the smile quickly gave way to coy bedroom eyes, “Oh, um... Anon? The candy canes weren't all I added my love juice to...”
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>You stopped mid-walk and clutched your stomach.
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>Fucking Fluttershy.
by Puddles