“W-w-would you like to go for a walk with me? If you want to…” a fidgety Fluttershy asks as she stands on your porch. She seems nervous and hesitant as she waits for your answer; but this is Fluttershy: when is she NOT nervous?
You agree to her request and accompany her outside, locking your door behind you. Your acquiescence eases her disposition. She relaxes further as the two of you wander through the countryside side by side. You two talk about this and that; mostly things about nature and the environment around you.
She occasionally brushes your side with her wing. Every time it happens she gives a sheepish grin and moves away; blushing profusely.
“Her feathers are so soft, so delicate…” you think to yourself. You have always considered Fluttershy a beautiful mare. It always perplexes you as to why she doesn’t have potential suitors constantly trailing her wherever she goes. Then again, she may turn down such characters… She may not want to be viewed that way.
After walking along the edge of the Everfree Forest, meandering through the outlying fields, and traversing the small dirt roads that latticed the countryside; the two of you stop and rest in a field of flowers.
Both of you sit in the tall grass, continuing to take in the sun. The sound of birds reaches you from somewhere across the way. A breeze sweeps in over the clearing; both grass and flower ripple collectively like water. Fluttershy’s mane and tail become agitated by the breeze and lazily billow away from her yellow form.
In that moment, with her hair blowing in the breeze so carefree, she seems to you to be the most beautiful creature under Celestia’s sun. You take in her radiance in a purely platonic manner, until your eyes landed on her rump. You tense up as you can clearly see the dark, velvety skin of her nether regions framed by the matte fur of her posterior. The breeze must have blown her tail aside. But why has she not noticed? Surely she feels a draft down there, right?
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