In The Court of Fluttershy

 

Dressed in his finest and most formal suit, Anon entered the courtroom of The Superior Court of Ponyville. Momentarily awed by the splendid old murals on the walls, stained glass windows, elaborate copula painting, and intricate woodwork on every bench, table, chair, and door, Anon looked for an open seat in the audience section. He found one at the end of the first row in short order. He politely excused himself and offered pardons as he moved past the smiling mares seated there and sat down at the end.

"A good morning to you too!" he replied with a smile while lifting his fedora hat in a gentlemanly manner. While he thus exchanged pleasantries with this delightful, but very quiet blue-eyed mare, he could hear others around him whispering about the salacious details of the case that was about to unfold in the court. It was a case that had set the town on fire in speculation and shock.

Anon arose from his seat, along with everyone else, to show respect for the highly revered legal sage who was about to make her appearance. He reminded himself that he had a special role to play in this trial and he was prepared to do his best. Accordingly, he had reviewed pony court procedures, and made his suit spotless and lint free to show respect for this important institution.

Now seated, Anon was intently focused. The stakes in this case were truly profound. He knew he needed to pay attention if he wanted to truly understand what was happening.

'That amounts to 3 charges of destructive meanness in the 1st degree, 1 charge of assault with an unruly goose, and 1 charge of Mare Tipping. The punishment could be as severe as banishment and imprisonment in the place of banishment.' thought Anon to himself, recalling what he had read about the case in the Ponyville Post, and from his own investigations.

Anon watched Prosecutor X as she left her seat and went to the center of the court. He was impressed by her black business-pony dress and the ruby studded gold earrings she wore. Her dress contrasted sharply with the yellow hue of her coat, only visible at her wings, legs, and upward from the neck. The overall effect was to enhance her fierce visage, and her mystery. He leaned forward in his seat as she began to speak in whispery confidence. 'Her apparel itself is a statement of confidence and power.’ he thought.

Anon noted the electric gasps and whispers that now arose from the audience. A yellow pegasus a few seats down in the row behind him with stunning blue eyes and a pink mane done up in a bun was heard to say "Oh, my!". He reflected on Prosecutor X's opening statement. 'What power! What mastery of the ability to psychologically affect the jury! Such fierce presence!' thought Anon.

Her statement struck Anon and everypony else like lightning. Who knew that this little yellow and pink mare in an unassuming blue dress with white trim and matching sapphire earrings, would display such resolve! 'A masterstroke! An appeal to compassion and slight-of-hand to shift blame to the assault weapon itself - the goose - all in one shot!' thought Anon. Apparently, this trial would become a battle of two legal titans. He doubled his efforts to pay close attention.

Anon had also been caught by surprise and jumped slightly in his seat. He then watched as everypony slowly re-emerged from their places of refuge behind chairs, desks, and benches. Thus looking over the court at all the timid yellow mare pegasai taking their places once more, a thought suddenly occurred to him. 'There is something vaguely familiar, vaguely similar about the mares in this courtroom. Certainly something warm and cozy.' Anon furrowed his brow trying to put his finger on it but the conclusion eluded him. Anyway, his thoughts were interrupted by the resumption of court proceedings.

'A well-timed and meaningful objection by the defense! But no doubt, Prosecutor X has a plan.' thought Anon. He watched Miss Defender, her face filled with uncertainty, await the judge's decision.

Meanwhile, every teal-blue eye in the audience and the jury was fixated on the events taking place. Scarcely had anypony present encountered such drama. The "ticka tacka, ticka tacka, DING!" of the typewriter recording everything made it the more tense, and even though the audience and jury was a sea of sunny yellow, the overall mood was somber.

Anon watched as the Bailiff picked up the paper and carried it by mouth over to the jury stand. He could not but be impressed by how her blue eyes matched her uniform and how professional she was. He was broken from this distraction by Prosecutor X launching her next question.

Gasps from the audience, and whispers to boot. Anon glanced around momentarily at the sudden disturbance and then brought his attention back to the witness platform. He noted how the platform, which was merely an elevated sort of wooden pedestal open on all sides, sat at an angle to the judge's stand, jury stand, and the audience. 'Probably so that everyone would have an unobstructed view of the witness' thought Anon.

Anon watched as Miss Defender got up and made her way over to the witness platform. Once again she shook like a leaf in the breeze. Her cute pink mane, done up in a ponytail, shook with her. 'Now we'll see if she's any good.' thought Anon. Judging by the whispers among the yellow-coated mares near him, many had the same thought.

Anon looked over to the defendant in time to see her nod her head and smile sweetly in agreement.

Anon had to agree that this was the correct call. Balloon shapes really had no bearing on the case.

Anon could only speculate what it all meant. On the one hand, Prosecutor X was establishing a motive - Miss Shy really really really wanted those cupcakes, perhaps enough to prevent others from having them by force. On the other, he was not certain what Miss Defender was trying to accomplish. He tabled this thought for now so that he could focus on the next witness.

The courtroom had become very tense at the accusations. Anon wondered if each pony present believed or disbelieved the testimony. Looking around, he had a hard time telling. Trixie was known to exaggerate, but on the other hand she had given the sacred courtroom oath. 'She dare not violate such a sacred oath. She must at least believe what she says is true.' Anon concluded.

At this exchange Anon looked over to Miss Shy at the defendant's table. She glanced at her rump, graced by butterflies as it was, and adopted a somewhat dejected look. 'Poor thing. If not Great and Powerful, her rump is certainly scrumptious, maybe even the most scrumptious rump I've seen.' Anon thought.

'What damning testimony!' thought Anon. He contemplated how Miss Defender would counter that. While he thought it over, Miss Defender had made her way to the witness platform and was about to start her questions.

'Interesting. Unable to counter the agent's substantial forensic analysis, Miss Defender instead chose to attack the agent's credibility. It was a gamble, considering that the certification document bore the unmistakable, and unforgeable, magical seals of the Princesses. I suppose Miss Defender is hoping the jury will mistakingly overlook those seals.' Anon reasoned to himself.

The courtroom immediately became an uproar of gasps, whispers, and discussion. The delightful mare sitting next to Anon fainted, into his arms. Interestingly enough, there was a smile on her sweet face as he held her. 'What an admission! Can it possibly be true that Miss Shy bribed him with bread to destroy the cupcakes for her because she couldn't have them? What a scandal if true!' thought Anon.

Anon looked at the goose and then over to the Bailiff. Holding a pair of fuzzy pink cuffs in her mouth, she was ready to pounce if given the order.

During the recess, Anon once again cast his eyes across the court and puzzled over the somehow familiar, somehow similar faces there. The yellow pegasai were all talking amongst themselves. Blue eyes everywhere were filled with curiosity and speculation about what would happen next. Pink manes swished this way and that as heads nodded in agreement or shook in disagreement at what others were saying. The Clerk and the Court Recorder were having a conversation, it would seem, about flight as their cute yellow wings flapped occasionally. Still, Anon could not put his finger on what connected them all. The more he thought about it, the more he obsessed over it. 'Why can't I put it all together?' he thought in frustration.

Anon continued scanning the room. Eventually, he looked over his right shoulder and was stunned to find somepony very different than the others. She was a deep blue mare with a flowing mane full of sparkles, as if it was the night sky, and kind emerald eyes. Upon recognizing Her Highness, Anon brightened up and turned in his seat to speak with her, for she was ever so friendly. "Oh! Princess Luna! Have you been here the entire time? I hadn't even noticed you when I came in, otherwise I would have said hello. Please excuse my oversight.”

"Really? I would think a case like this would be rather dull compared to those up in Canterlot." said Anon with some surprise.

Anon furrowed his brow as he tried to process her meaning. He glanced once more over the mares in the court and said "Yeah, I did notice some kind of connection going on. Everypony here looks so familiar somehow; like I've always known them, even though I can't say I've ever met any of them. There's also a strange similarity between them, but I just can't exactly wrap my mind around it. I noticed it earlier and I've been puzzling over it ever since." Anon was just about to ask her what it might mean, but she broke in before he could.

Anon wore perplexity on his face as Luna's words bounced directly off of his intellect. "I'm afraid I don't follow your meaning, Your Highness. Do you mean that all these mares are connected to each other by ancient magic? But, what does that even entail? Aside from what I mentioned, there doesn’t seem to be anything obviously unusual about them, nor sinister." There was a pause for a moment after he spoke, and he anxiously awaited her sage response. While waiting, he noted a change in Luna's resplendent countenance, as though she was a parent that was amused by the cute misunderstandings of a child. 'I suppose she is taking her time trying to find a way to make something profound comprehensible to me.' Anon thought.

Anon tried to comprehend, but could not. He politely shook his head and smiled to show that he still could not grasp her wisdom. Nevertheless, Anon was not frustrated. It was often like this when he had the fortune to have discussions with Her Highness. On those occasions, her mysterious words became lodged in his mind only to be understood much later in a luminous moment of clarity. "Afraid I still don't follow, Your Highness. Please forgive my ignorance." said Anon with a laugh.

"So it would seem. I received a court summons saying that my presence here today was of the utmost importance as a witness. I have not been called to the platform yet, but I suppose it will come soon. Will you wish me luck? It would settle my nerves a bit."

Anon glanced into Luna's friendly eyes. They spoke trust and all the loving concern of a benevolent sovereign. Anon simply smiled and replied, "I'll do my best, even if I don't understand!" Continuing to ponder Luna's words, Anon thought 'I suppose, she is being cryptic because the thing she wants me to understand is something I need to come to on my own. Perhaps what she said was just to nudge me in the right direction.' Just then, the Bailiff stood up to make an announcement.

Gasps at the salacious detail filled the court. Anon's eye's opened wide as this revelation hit like a ton of bricks.

'What an interesting turn of events!' thought Anon, shaking his head in amazement. He took a moment to take stock of the entire case thus far. With Pinkie Pie, Prosecutor X established a motive - if Miss Shy could not have the cupcakes nobody could. Then with Trixie, Prosecutor X placed Mr. Goose and Miss Shy at the crime scene. The prosecutor had followed this up by strong forensic evidence and a damning admission from Mr. Goose. She had built a compelling case against Miss Shy. On the other hand, Miss Defender had clearly established, via Pinkie's account, that Miss Shy was not a meanie. Also, she showed that Mr. Goose caused no damage to Sugarcube Corner - probably because there were no cupcakes there at the time to tempt him. Then, Miss Defender demonstrated that Trixie could not tell for certain what exactly Mr. Goose was doing with the cupcakes. Combining this with evidence that Mr. Goose could not control his mighty urge, Miss Defender had cast doubt on the idea that Mr. Goose had destroyed the cupcakes because Miss Shy had bribed him. Finally, Miss Defender had cast doubt on the authenticity of Agent Sweetie Drops' forensic analysis. Then again, Prosecutor X showed that we could not be certain that the Mr. Goose at the crime scene and the Mr. Goose who was Dr. Fauna's patient were one and the same, meaning that Dr. Fauna's account may be of no value. As far as Anon could tell, everything was still very much uncertain as to which way the case would go. The two legal titans had emerged dead even. 'What a tremendous effort by both lawyers!' was Anon's prevailing thought.

Anon straightened his tie and started to get up, but the sudden presence of a gentle hoof on his right shoulder caused him to pause and look behind him, and into Luna's magnanimous eyes.

Anon smiled and nodded. He still did not truly understand, but he deeply appreciated Luna's care and concern; he had faith that whatever meaning she was trying to convey would hit him eventually. He was grateful for both Princesses in general. They had shown him nothing but kindness since his arrival and he had been made to feel welcome and at home among their little ponies. 'I must remember to send Her Highness a thank you note once I figure out what she means.' Anon reminded himself.

Anon removed his hat, as was customary, as he passed through the swing gate into the main part of the courtroom, past the lawyer's tables, and to the witness platform. As he did so, he could feel all eyes fixated upon him. After stepping up to the platform, which was more spacious than he originally thought, and turning toward the judge, lawyers, jury, and audience, this feeling became more pronounced. Every eye was locked on him, seemingly in deep fascination, and there was a momentary dead silence as if something significant had occurred. Anon was a bit unnerved by this, but took heart when he saw Princess Luna joyfully waving to him from the audience. Presently, he cleared his throat to break the silence and looked up at the judge. "Good morning, your judgeship"

Whispers erupted and Anon was in shock. To his surprise, he saw many of the yellow mares throughout the court, including the judge, smiling and nodding in agreement with the objection. Fixing his gaze on the audience, he was just in time to see Princess Luna wave to him before opening the courtroom door, revealing some sort of magical portal on the other side, and pass through it. The door closed on its own behind her. ‘Why a portal and not just teleportation?’ thought Anon. But, he didn't have time to consider that peculiarity before another objection rang out.

Anon was confused. He had never heard of 'Testimony' being an ancient human tradition that could be used in lieu of an oath. While musing, he noticed that neither lawyer had removed her gaze from him.

Both lawyers did so and for a moment Anon only heard their whispers. The only thing he could make out was the judge asking Prosecutor X if she had any further objections, to which the wily Prosecutor coolly shook her head.

Anon could have sworn that the judge was blushing deeply before she spoke.

'What is she even talking about? She's not even pronouncing 'Testimony' correctly.' thought Anon as he tried to figure out what was happening. He held his peace while the judge continued.

Whispers of approval echoed through the court and many of the cute yellow pegasai present were heard to exclaim “Yay!" Anon was stunned.

Anon stood aghast for a moment before replying. "Your greatness, surely you can't be seri..."

"But this is silly, and besides, that's not what 'Testimony' means!" protested Anon. "Really..."

Anon observed her, unhurt but in disbelief. After a few more whacks he watched her put the baton away and look up at him with a big, beaming grin. He turned again to the judge. "You judgeship, I..."

“Take off my jacket and shirt?!" In amazement Anon looked up at Judge Fluttershy, who instead of banging the gavel now looked at him with pleading eyes and sad anticipation, like she had been rejected. He looked out over all the other yellow mares and saw similar expressions.

Anon met her imploring gaze and hesitated in his frustration. Suddenly, Princess Luna's advice came flooding back to hime. ‘Flow with whatever was going on in this court beneath the surface.’ is what she had advised. "Ok, your lawfulness." said Anon with a sigh. He resigned himself to just go with it. After all, Her Highness had assured him there was nothing sinister here.

Anon removed his tie, jacket, and shirt. He handed them off to the Clerk who, in turn, tossed them joyfully by mouth, one by one, into a pile behind the platform. Anon then held his hands out for the Bailiff.

Anon was surprised at how soft and comfy the cuffs felt.

'This is crazy! I can't believe this is even happening!' Anon thought. He sighed and reasoned that he must go through with it, given that what he had to say would prove vital to the case. Once again, he noted nods, smiles, and exclamations of "Yay!" from the audience of winged yellow mares. The jury did the same, only they were also taking notes.

Prosecutor X was the first to hold her portion aloft. As she raised her hoof, Anon felt his balls come to rest neatly in the hollow formed by her upturned hoof and horseshoe. Contrary to what he expected, it was pleasantly warm and he felt his pulse quicken. Miss Defender then raised her hoof beneath his penis. It came to rest, like a sausage on a platter, across her horseshoe. Again, it was unexpectedly warm and Anon could feel himself start to harden.

In this configuration, bound by fuzzy pink cuffs, his balls resting in Miss X's hoof, and his penis upheld by Miss Defender's, Anon surveyed the court. The yellow mares were all in various modes of activity. Some raised their eyebrows suggestively, some winked, others licked their lips or made lewd gestures with their tongues, still others gazed dreamily at him, while still others blew kisses. Looking down at Prosecutor X, he was met by a truly salacious, but also truly endearing grin. She was gorgeous in her black dress and ruby earrings. She jiggled his balls and gave him a wink. Then he turned to look at Miss Defender. Equally lovely in her blue dress and sapphire earrings, she beamed back at him with a sensually suggestive, but warm smile. Leaning in, she gave the tip of his penis a brief teasing lick. Looking to Judge Fluttershy, he beheld her warm, loving expression.

Suddenly Anon's understanding expanded and he realized something monumental. 'There IS something special going on here! Princess Luna was right! All these mares are Fluttershy! Every last one of them! Not only do they look like Fluttershy, they ARE Fluttershy; I can sense it in every fiber of my being! They are all my beloved Fluttershy! How can that be? How did this happen? How could I have missed it all this time?' was Anon's internal dialog. "Fluttershy? It's you! Isn't it?! Wha...? How is this possible? Why didn't I recognize you before?"

Anon was beside himself in astonishment. He was about to speak more, but Judge Fluttershy interrupted.

Anon was overcome by the novelty of seeing his wife all around him. 'This must be the beginning of the moment of clarity when I start to understand what Princess Luna said. The magical connection is between me and Fluttershy; it is the thread connects us. Where are we? Somewhere in time, space, in thought? It's just as Her Highness said. Through whatever void separates us, we have come together here and now, wherever that it!"

Anon's heart swelled with love for his wife and he was overjoyed to play this intimate game with her. Discarding his prepared analysis, he answered based on his feeling of the direction of the game. "Well, I confess that I done-it. I bribed Mr. Goose with such a huge amount of bread that getting a rash could not deter him. Miss Shy was just the unwitting vehicle of the weapon that would destroy the cupcakes!"

No sooner had the sentence been passed than the Bailiff uncuffed Anon. As the cuffs fell to the floor, Anon observed the court room structure turn topsy-turvy and recede in an ethereal manner into the surrounding ether. In the twinkling of an eye he found himself in a small forest clearing surrounding by trees, flowers, sunshine, the sounds of a distant stream, and the singing of birds. Beneath his feet was a lush, soft bed of leaves and flower petals. As with the courtroom, the jury, Bailiff, Clerk, audience, and Court Recorder, had coalesced ethereally into the lawyers and judge. Both lawyers were still as he last left them, holding aloft his groin as before. Before him stood Judge Fluttershy, beautiful, smiling, and radiant as though she was the source of the sunshine itself. Anon stood amazed at the transformation, yet ridged due to the familiar touch of his wife. "How is this all possible, Fluttershy?"

Anon laughed in happiness at her response and at the wonder of it all. But, no sooner had he done so than Prosecutor Fluttershy slurped up his left testicle. Rolling it around aggressively and playfully in the warmth of her mouth, she began gently tugging it downward. Anon complied and came to his knees into the bed of leaves.

Anon was lost in this extraordinary sexual encounter with his beloved wife. Her expressions, her warmth, her methods, were all familiar to him. Yet, it was deeper, and he felt as though he was making love directly to every facet of her consciousness in this magical place. He felt surrounded by it and enveloped in it. He could feel it move over him and through him as though it were a tangible thing. He reciprocated.

Anon let his hands travel over her body, exploring every hill and valley. Finally they arrived at her scrumptious rump, the same he had seen Miss Shy examine dejectedly during the case. He squeezed, teased, and caressed it under her lingerie. He peeled the panties down and Fluttershy stood so that he could take it off, which he did slowly before she laid back down upon him. Now Anon let his fingers venture further to stimulate her most sensitive areas. Anon felt it, hot, slick, and winking.

At length, Anon felt the Fluttershy's get up slowly and he watched as they moved to the side. Before his eyes yet another transformation occurred as the three coalesced and became one Fluttershy. She was glorious in beauty in Anon's eyes, though her hair was tussled and she was sweaty from sex. This was his Fluttershy, the very one.

"It really was, my love! replied Anon.

Anon let his hands move over her rump before clamping down. Slowly he thrust into her pussy. Slick as it was, it was tight but he could feel her tissues gradually give way for his shaft.

Seeing Fluttershy in the depths of pleasure satisfied Anon deeply. Still pounding her, he reached in front of her back leg and under her body to fondle her teats. They were soft, warm, and a little fuzzy in his palm. Their pronounced nipples had become hard. Moving a bit beyond, he stimulated her with his fingers, touching her most sensitive parts.

Anon too was near climax. Fluttershy's moans serenaded his ears, mixed as they were with the sounds and smells of nature around them. He felt her body suddenly tighten up and clench around his penis. The orgasmic moan she let out set him off and he pumped rope after rope into her.

Anon smiled, inhaled her scent and ran his fingers through Fluttershy's hair. But, he noticed after some time that his vision of the scene began to fade into darkness. Gradually, something else came into focus. It took a moment but he finally recognized the rough hewn wooden beams that held up the ceiling of their cottage; he had cut and put them into place himself. Aware that he was on his back, he looked around in surprise. He saw the window, dressers, and cabinets of the familiar bedroom of their cottage. It was still night time. Next to him he felt the warmth of his wife, Fluttershy. She was cuddled up next to him with her head on his chest. "Had it all been a dream?" he mumbled to himself.

'Even her flaws are cute!' thought Anon as he saw the sleeping state of his wife. Then he became aware of a pointed pressure on his body. Looking down toward his feet he beheld that one of Fluttershy's fore-hooves was resting comfortably upon his groin, pressing down on it with its weight. Anon let out a slight chuckle. "Well that explains a lot actually." he said, a little louder than he meant to.

"Not in the least! It was a very wonderful dream actually, but I woke up when it came to an end, it would seem." replied Anon as he ran his fingers through her hair to straighten it.

"Oh?!" was Anon's surprised and singular response.

Anon laughed and placed a hand on her cheek. "Sounds like a perfect way to end a dream!" Yet, this set off a whirlwind of thought in Anon's mind. His thoughts flowed rapidly, ’This must have been what Princess Luna meant about the magical connection, the thread in the fabric of Equestria that connects individuals. Fluttershy and I have become inherently linked across time, space, and thought. We don't simply see each other in out dreams, we ourselves ARE in each others dreams. I guess Princess Luna left when she did since she could sense the way things were going. Very kind of her to give us our privacy.’

Anon gave her a loving glance. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in tight. "Not at all! Probably it was there because of your dream."

"It would be fun! Let's do it as soon as we wake up." replied Anon.

"Sounds like a really wonderful morning, my love!" Anon held her close and they gradually fell back to sleep together, both anticipating a fantastic morning.