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[FR] Fluttershy Wisens Up 1

By slep
Created: 2021-11-15 12:44:30
Updated: 2022-08-28 04:50:40
Expiry: Never

  1. >Through the window, you watch her leave today.
  2. >Again.
  3. >You’ve been doing this increasingly so in recent weeks.
  4. >Her hips sway with purposeful intent.
  5. >She’s somehow caught on, you know she has.
  6. >She never used to do that before.
  7. >She never used to do a lot of the things she does these days.
  8. >There’s a sort of newfound confidence in her every action.
  9. >Sometimes it’s overt, which scares you.
  10. >More often it’s incredibly well-disguised, and that scares you more.
  11. >She has some sort of consistent, ever coming-to-fruition game plan now.
  12. >Maybe she always did and you’re just now catching on.
  13. >All you know for certain is that you’re playing into it at every step, and you don’t know how to reclaim the upperhand.
  14. >It’s always easy to say “no,” but that isn’t how you win.
  15. >It just affords you another day.
  16. >You are stagnant in your defense, maintaining the walls you’ve always kept; but she is constantly bettering her offense.
  17. >Something’s gotta give.
  18. >Breath catches in your throat when she abruptly stops her strut.
  19. >She turns back to look at you.
  20. >She knew right where you’d be, making eye contact through the window.
  21. >There’s no point in trying to hide from her gaze.
  22. >She smiles, and it’s genuine, but there’s some mixture of smug and assuredness that seeps from her upturned lips.
  23. >Is she toying with you?
  24. >Did you ever have a chance to refuse?
  25. >Whatever her intent was, she seemed satisfied that she’d gotten it, and continued walking back home.
  26. >”Defeated” for another day, yet already prepared to be “defeated” again tomorrow.
  27. >Her tail is raised a purposeful amount now -that’s another thing you’ve been noticing- her every action holds purpose.
  28. >You sip your morning coffee and frown.
  29. >...
  30. >You are Anon.
  31. >And Fluttershy is going to steal your heart.
  32.  
  33. >These thoughts are intrusive and you feel they’re doing more harm than help.
  34. >Yes, yes that’s exactly it.
  35. >They aren’t worthwhile introspection.
  36. >No, they’re constant demoralizing truths and their purpose is to keep you confused and exposed to her attacks.
  37. >Like the initial softening of a battlefield with bombs peppered from above, before the troops storm the beaches and clean up the rest.
  38. >One day Fluttershy’s decisive blow will come, and it will hit you right between the eyes.
  39. >And it’ll be much too late for you at that point.
  40. >You don’t know who to turn to anymore.
  41. >It was easy in the past.
  42. >She’d be reckless, awkward.
  43. >A social faux pas in public, a socially “loud” overstepping of common sense boundaries.
  44. >It was enough to shock you out of trust, it was enough to give you immediate justification in outright declaring an end to the interaction between the two of you for the time being.
  45. >Ponies used to take your side too, because it was obvious who the victim was.
  46. >Oh, how you miss the days you could cunt-punt her back to her cottage and get away with it.
  47. >She’s wisened up.
  48. >Now she keeps her hooves to herself, and lets her language do the groping.
  49. >Verbal or non-verbal, it slips past you and bystanders easier.
  50. >Plausible deniability for her “innocent” double-entendre, a perceived “awkward” misstep from a hopeless romantic mare inexperienced with relationships.
  51. >Yes, she’s pure as an angel in the eyes of your peers now.
  52. >Worse still, her past mistakes have been swept under the rug in a sense with this rose-tinted lens applied to them.
  53. >The ponies of Ponyville think “well, she still doesn’t really know what she’s doing, but she REALLY didn’t back then.”
  54. >And now here you are, with no one in your corner.
  55. >Ironically, the only pony who could be in your corner is her.
  56. >And she’s the one you’re fighting.
  57. >But if you confront her about it, she has an all-new way to beat down your walls and reinforce the futility of your fight.
  58. >You’re isolated-
  59. >”Um, Anon?”
  60. >Fluttershy’s big, searching eyes peer upward into yours.
  61. >She’s hiding it well today.
  62. >Be on guard, Anonymous.
  63. >”You haven’t told me whether or not socks are your fetish,” she gasps, hope and excitement worming their way into her tone “s-should that be assuring?”
  64. >That’s another thing, another trap you only now realize you’ve long-since fallen prey to:
  65. >This fetish business.
  66. >Fluttershy has always kept her guesses general.
  67. >Safe.
  68. >These things aren’t really fetishes to begin with.
  69. >No one would be opposed to seeing their woman in lingerie, no one would tell their woman “we’re only ever fucking doggystyle.”
  70. >No one is going to revolt from their mare wearing cute striped socks in the bedroom.
  71. >It’s so basically appealing that it’s a non-issue at worst, and a plus at best.
  72. >Fluttershy’s a smart mare.
  73. >Recent dips into analyzing her now rank her among some of the most intelligent mares you know, regardless of the field.
  74. >She knows this fetish business is a facade.
  75. >And you’re still participating as if you’re in on the plan.
  76. >This fetish business normalizes routine conversation between the two of you and railroads that conversation into always being erotic in nature.
  77. >Keep you thinking about her, and keep you thinking about sex.
  78. >The two concepts are lumped together in your mind now, and you can’t think about one without the other accompanying it.
  79. >Yes, you’ve long since lost this aspect of the battle, and perhaps still participating is a sort of concession.
  80. >She shows up at your door loyally every morning, usually flaunting a particular universally attractive aspect of herself in a unique way, giving you no choice but to drink her in until you give her the “no” response she’s waiting for.
  81. >Her goal is accomplished each and every day, and you can’t stop answering the door.
  82. >Why?
  83. >She’d just keep knocking.
  84. >’Oh my, you must’ve had a long night if you slept in long enough to miss our usual time. Something keeping you awake?’
  85. >She never implies any guilt or mistake on your part, and instead reinforces that 1. We always do this and WILL always do this and 2. You held her at the door not out of not wanting to play the game anymore, but instead because external factors kept you from playing the game.
  86. >”... Anon?”
  87. >Fluttershy puts a gentle hoof to your shin.
  88. >A supportive gesture, and a friendly/safe enough place to touch that it wouldn’t cock the brow of any bystanders who witnessed it.
  89. >But now you’re feeling the soft fabric against your bare skin, and more importantly the hoof beneath it.
  90. >Her hoof- and how nice it feels.
  91. >How supportive she can be to you.
  92. >How she can rub it against you.
  93. >How she can turn you to putty and fulfill all matters of pleasure with it.
  94. >’That hoof can do amazing things, Anon.’
  95. >’And it can wear socks too.’
  96. “No. Socks aren’t my fetish.”
  97. >You force out a response because otherwise you’d just still be staring into her eyes, and that sends the wrong impression regardless of your intent.
  98. >These conversations last agonizingly longer these days, and they’re increasingly one-sided too.
  99. >Maybe that’s whats giving her the confidence.
  100. >She knows you're catching on.
  101. >And you’re realizing just what you’re up against.
  102. >Fluttershy pouts.
  103. >”Boohoo. I thought for sure I was getting closer. I woke up today and I said to myself ‘you know Fluttershy, I think this is gonna be the one.’”
  104. >Another thing about these fetish guesses: They only help her.
  105. >Once upon a time you thought ‘if I say no enough, she’ll see it’s hopeless and leave me be.’
  106. >It’s your agreeance to answer her at all that she wants.
  107. >She “eliminates” possibilities to a degree, widdles down what gets you going, and what REALLY gets you going.
  108. >And you DO have things that get you going.
  109. >You always told yourself you were just gonna lie if they ever came up, but honestly?
  110. >You’re not sure if you even could anymore.
  111. >What would happen if you said yes anyway?
  112. >...
  113. >Could that throw her off?
  114. >Has she planned for that?
  115. >Is that the next step of her plan?
  116. >What comes then?
  117. >She’s enjoying all this visual-attention you’re giving her, which is fine, because you need quiet to think.
  118. >It’s risky, but it could be worth it.
  119. >You’ve been doing so much introspection on this lately and so little of it yielded useful results.
  120. >It’s gotta be objectively better than continuing this game of “no’s,” because you’re not making any progress.
  121. >Right?
  122. >You’ll do it tomorrow.
  123. >You’ll fight fire with fire.
  124. >Use her own tricks against her.
  125. >Stop being so passive, start confronting her about her reasons for doing what she does.
  126. >Tomorrow you’ll say yes.
  127. >Fluttershy retreats behind her mane a bit, hiding a blush that isn’t there.
  128. >”Y-you’re staring, Anon… I wouldn’t mind if I weren’t wearing such, um, lewd attire. Are you sure you say no? M-maybe you’re unsure?”
  129. >”Maybe I could come inside, too? I know you live a bit away from Ponyville too, but it’s still a bit embarrassing to be wearing… stuff like this where other ponies could see.”
  130. >”I’d want something like this to be only for you.”
  131. >Her words have the same effect on you that they’d surely have on any other man being outright told something so erotic yet chaste.
  132. >It arouses you.
  133. “I’m sure Fluttershy. Now, I’m sure you have something to do today other than this?”
  134. >You hope she doesn’t see through your nonchalant ruse.
  135. >Truthfully, it’s much harder these days to talk to Fluttershy.
  136. >It’d be silly to try to claim her words never had an effect on you, because they always had.
  137. >She’s an objectively beautiful being, regardless of species.
  138. >The idea of having someone so devoted to being ideal to you and you alone is the ideal fantasy of every intelligent creature that procreates.
  139. >That’s not the issue though.
  140. >You can disregard the pearls she throws before you easily enough when you remember why you deny her to begin with.
  141. >No, the issue is that this Fluttershy isn’t the one you’ve been dealing with for the past two years.
  142. >This Fluttershy has either wisened up to her past mistakes, or she was purposefully giving you ‘easy mode’ in the past to catch you off guard in the future.
  143. >Either way, she’s done a very good job.
  144. >While your disinterested act may still hold water, there’s no way to hide your obvious unending hurdles in answering a simple question everyday.
  145. >Maybe she views that as you just trying to understand her persistence even still, but you doubt it.
  146. >She’s more perceptive than that.
  147. >Fluttershy sighs.
  148. >”Oh well… You’re right though. As much as I’d like to stay by your side, Harry’s come down with some matted fur. I’ll have to shave it off sooner rather than later if I want to ensure he’s got a nice, cozy winter coat before the first snowfall. Cloudsdale is planning on an early winter this year, you know.”
  149. >It’s such a relief to get her talking about something other than you and her.
  150. >Like you’re meeting a different mare, one you see at odd intervals, and you can, however briefly, relax your shoulders and take a break.
  151. >Sadly though, this isn’t the time for you to capitalize on meeting that different Fluttershy.
  152. “I’ll leave you to it, then. See you tomo- later.”
  153. >You caught yourself too late.
  154. >You know she’ll be here tomorrow regardless, but vocalizing it is a confirmation that you’d prefer to avoid.
  155. >Fluttershy gives you a genuine smile, and lets out a sigh.
  156. >”See you, Anon.”
  157. >...
  158. >You watch her trot off again.
  159. >It hurts a part of you to know it’s genuine.
  160. >Does she suffer because of this desire?
  161. >She seems happy enough each day.
  162. >You lean against the window, that frown working its way onto your face again.
  163. >It’s not your fault.
  164. >You’ve given her the same answer each time she’s asked.
  165. >The times you tried reaching out to her friends to try and give her a heart-to-heart all didn’t get very far.
  166. >They’d chat, try to let her down gently on how it isn’t going to happen, and she would just politely disagree.
  167. >... Only to then use the opportunity to explain why it’s a good idea beyond the most outright true statement of “well it’s what I want.”
  168. >She’s apparently never shown interest in stallions prior to your arrival, and your ‘awakening’ of the desire in her at all is still very much focused on you and you alone.
  169. >Hell, Twilight told you she thought she was asexual from her experiences with Fluttershy.
  170. >It all just… amounted to nothing.
  171. >There’s no shaking her from this course.
  172. >Surely it must hurt, right?
  173. >You’re a dick from time to time, but you’re not a sadist.
  174. >For all the times Fluttershy has annoyed you, or destroyed your property, or stolen your underwear, you don’t want to see her in sorrow.
  175. >You just want her to leave you alone.
  176. >You’re afflicted with some horrible destiny pocked onto you that’ll suck you out of the world and drop you into one anew at some unknown whim.
  177. >It happened once and now you’re in this land of magic impossible bullshit.
  178. >You’re probably catalogued as a John Doe in the Missing 411 back on Earth, functionally dead to your friends and loved ones.
  179. >Fucking great, now that thought is back at the forefront of your conscious.
  180. >It’d be worse of you to be selfish and accept love when you’ll just ‘poof’ into another reality one day again.
  181. >You can’t handle that loss again, and it’s not something you want Fluttershy to deal with either.
  182. >It’s unfair and it’s bullshit and it’s fucking maddening and it happened to you and there’s no fixing it and-
  183. >The hot coffee singes your legs.
  184. >You hiss and try to recoil.
  185. >Fucking idiot, you fucking crushed the mug!
  186. >Your ire quickly gives way to shock though, as you eye the thin ceramic shards.
  187. >... You fucking crushed the mug.
  188.  
  189. >Sleep has been hard to find these days.
  190. >Shocker.
  191. >Staring at the ceiling offers little help, like usual.
  192. >You’ve been totally brainwormed by this shit.
  193. >This odd feeling of hopelessness won’t leave you.
  194. >It’s not some soul-crushing weight that spurs you to give up, though.
  195. >Instead, it manifests as the persistent truth that your resistance is for naught.
  196. >She will win, but you won’t allow her.
  197. >You’re locked in this paradox and your brain is running in circles trying to solve it.
  198. >It’s exhausting and it’s keeping you from trying to enjoy this new world you’ve been forced into moreso than you already were.
  199. >Tomorrow should change things, you hope.
  200. >Now it’s just a matter of waiting for it to come.
  201.  
  202. >You stare into your closet.
  203. >This probably shouldn’t hold the weight it seems like it does in your head.
  204. >You were gonna just throw on a bathrobe and start making your coffee like usual, but a bathrobe might be a bit too ‘open’ for what you’re about to do.
  205. >If today’s guess is “reverse cowgirl style,” would Flutters just tackle you and start going at it if you say that it’s your fetish?
  206. >That doesn’t seem like her style anymore, but who knows.
  207. >Throw her a bone like this and it might cause her to revert.
  208. >Hell, that might be preferable considering the toll your psyche has been taking lately.
  209. >Besides…
  210. >You unfold one of your more presentable shirts and weigh your options.
  211. >... Just kinda seems like a big event in your relationship with Flutters.
  212. >Regardless of whatever would happen next, this was going to be the first time you ever said yes to one of her guesses.
  213. >Perhaps the situation does call for proper attire?
  214. >The three-pattern knock on your door echoes into your bedroom and forces your hand.
  215. >She’s a bit early today.
  216. >You’d call that a bad sign, but honestly, everything she does these days is a bad sign to you.
  217. >A sign that she’s winning, and you’re losing.
  218. >You throw on the white collared longsleeve and forget you also needed pants.
  219. >Opening the front door reveals, surprise, Fluttershy.
  220. >She’s not wearing anything unique and doesn’t have any items with her, which tells you this is going to be a state-of-being/personality-based guess.
  221. >Fluttershy immediately notices your underwear.
  222. >She is visibly pleased.
  223. >”Good morn- Oh! Oh~ This is a very good morning, it seems.”
  224. >Fuck.
  225. >You position your lower body behind the door, peering out.
  226. “Y-you’re early. Muscle memory brought me to the door.”
  227. >You cough.
  228. “A-and good morning yourself.”
  229. >Fluttershy giggles.
  230. >”Well, I certainly don’t mind. It’s a good look for you, Anon.”
  231. >Hmph.
  232. >Fluttershy idly brushes her mane with a hoof, taking a seat on your porch.
  233. >”So, my guess for today is dominant mares. Are they your fetish, Anon?”
  234. >... You gulp, cold feet immediately setting in.
  235. >That’s what you’re gonna say yes to?
  236. >Maybe you should wait for tomorrow's guess?
  237. >Fuck it.
  238. “Yes.”
  239.  
  240. >...
  241.  
  242. >Fluttershy clops her hooves together, as if she’d just watched a baby bird take flight for the first time.
  243. >That is to say; while she’s happy, she’s seen that shit a million times so it’s not necessarily the biggest deal.
  244. >... You weren’t sure what reaction you were expecting honestly, but it definitely wasn’t that one.
  245. >Hm.
  246. >Part of you wants to ask ‘that’s it?’ but that might be kicking the hornet's nest.
  247. >...
  248. >Fuck it.
  249. “I- what? That’s it?”
  250. >Fluttershy peers up at you.
  251. >”Hm?”
  252. “I just…”
  253. >You rub your neck.
  254. “I dunno. I just thought… Well, I didn’t think you’d be bouncing off the walls, but-”
  255. >Fluttershy takes her stand again.
  256. >”Oh, well, it’s just nice.”
  257. “Well what’s nice about it?”
  258. >You feel a bit offended, honestly.
  259. >”Well, you admitted to having a fetish, which is a good start on your end.”
  260. “So, what, are you gonna use it against me now or something?”
  261. >Fluttershy cocks her head a bit.
  262. >”Well, I already do that, just probably not as overtly as-”
  263. >Fluttershy puts a hoof over her mouth, blushing.
  264. “I- What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t know my fetishes.”
  265. >She weakly stomps a hoof on your porch, muttering a quick “sorry” afterwards.
  266. >You’re not quite sure why, but you REALLY don’t like how muted her reactions are.
  267. >”Ooh… I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”
  268. “Well why? If you know my fetishes, wouldn’t you be flaunting them every opportunity you get to try and maximize your appeal?”
  269. >The veil’s been lifted on this, it seems.
  270. >Thus, Fluttershy drops some of the act herself.
  271. >Her expression is now the spitting image of confidence, and she takes a step closer to you.
  272. >“I’ve always known what makes you tick, mister. Well, not always, but for a long time; and that’s partly why I do the things I do.”
  273. >”I know you better than any other pony in Equestria. Part of that is because of persistence, and part of it is because you’re, um, a bit reclusive.”
  274. >”But that’s also a part of what makes this fun.”
  275. “... All of that is probably correct, but you skirted the question.”
  276. >Fluttershy bites her lip, eyes darting about briefly.
  277. >If she’s making this up on the fly to try and sell the ‘dominant mare’ image, it’s impressive.
  278. >If she’s trying to gauge what to tell you and what not to tell you… It’s concerning.
  279. >”Well, Anon… L-look at us.”
  280. >She makes a small gesture to the porch.
  281. >”H-here we are in our own little world, sharing with each other this thing that only you and I do.”
  282. >”This is our, um, game, for lack of a better term. It serves a few different purposes though.”
  283. >“It keeps me on your mind, which I really like. It also gives me an opportunity to, um, show myself off. I wouldn’t want to do it to anypony else, but I’ve realized I… really like doing it for you.”
  284. >Something between a sultry sigh and an outright purr shakes it’s way out of Fluttershy.
  285. >”I think most importantly, a-and this ties into your fetishes: It allows us to always be playing this game of cat and mouse we love so much.”
  286. >Oh no.
  287. >”You like being pursued -knowing that I’ve always got my eye on you- and I like seeing you try to resist.”
  288. >Oh God.
  289. >It’s official: You don’t know what she knows, but it’s too much.
  290. >”I really enjoyed myself when I was still testing your waters. I was also a lot more, eheh, eager then, but you brought me out of my comfort zone in ways I didn’t think were possible. It might not have been your intention, but it was-” she pauses for a breath to steady her voice “-it was exhilarating. I felt like I was Rainbowdash: Everyday pushing my limits and seeing where we both would end up standing.”
  291. >She might’ve been half your size, if that, but her presence was like a lion now.
  292. >And you were rock hard.
  293. >Maybe you didn’t actually lie when you said yes to liking dominant mares.
  294. >This was a very big mistake.
  295. >”A-and when I realized I had you in my hoof, where you are now, hehe…”
  296. >”Well, I guess I just like that we both like this.”
  297. >With no tell, Fluttershy moves like a jaguar, sliding herself up against the door.
  298. >She circles a hoof where your crotch would be, were the door not there.
  299. >You briefly take note of how she can stretch herself, reaching much closer to eye-level up on her hind hooves.
  300. >”That’s just one thing you like, though. One of your fetishes. And I’d love to fulfill it and the rest if you’d just let me.”
  301. >”I know you still have some reservations, and admittedly, that’s one of the few ‘why’s?’ I haven’t cracked yet. But that’s okay:”
  302. >Her eyes are locked onto yours.
  303. >You’d heard of The Stare -and while you didn’t think this was it- God damn it must be close.
  304. >”Because I know I’m going to make you mine. And I’m a patient mare. It’ll just make that night all the sweeter.”
  305. >Fluttershy slipped down from the door, back to a proper pony stance.
  306. >Just like that, whatever beast resided in that mare was restrained again, and proper Fluttershy decorum returned.
  307. >”So, ahem, could I come inside this time? I imagine you haven’t had your morning coffee yet, and you’ve been so reserved lately. I-I wouldn’t say I mind, but I’d like to see you more at least.”
  308. >...
  309. >You step aside and allow her in.
  310. >Fucking Fluttershy.

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