Well, I now I have a decent defense against Rainbow's assault. My two new friends help me out quite a bit. Whenever one or both of them are around, Dash keeps quite a distance away. I still see her around; I see her shadow fly overhead every now and then. Thankfully, I keep pretty busy. I got a job at the Promenade just off the market square. Whenever one of the arcade machines break down, I'm the guy to fix 'em. (This happens quite often, too, thanks to a certain button mashing colt. Gotta love job security like that!)

I haven't mentioned my two new friends, have I? Well, let me introduced you to them: Lyra Heartstrings and Ditzy Doo.

Lyra was the one who took me in during Dash's first "love attack." She's rather inquisitive, not unlike Princess Sparklebutt, although she seems to have some issues with boundaries. (While I was at her house having some delicious strawberry lemonade, she kept trying to peel off my boots and licking my toes. ♪Freaky!♫ Her marefriend, Bon-Bon, had to separate her from my "little piggies.") Anyway, she asks a lot of questions; not just about me but about humans in general. She's- dedicated to understanding the human condition. It's a bit unnerving, I'll admit; she's even tried to eat like an actual human. Bon-Bon told me she tried to eat real bacon, once. The poor mare puked up everything she ate that day, afterward.

Ditzy, or Derpy Hooves as her friends call her, is on the other side of the spectrum. She's friendly, just a tad absentminded, and her wall eyes tend to reduce her depth perception to non-existent. (She kinda reminds me of Olaf the snowman from Frozen.) Still, she's warm and keeps me awash in muffins. Between Pinkie Pie and Derpy, I'm up to my ears in sweets. Anyway, Ditzy and her coltfriend, Time Turner, wholeheartedly embrace me and often invite me over for dinner. I have to watch myself while I'm over, though. The last time I was there, I sat on something that I thought was a dowel and Double Tee had a minor rage fit on me. (I got a look at it before he retrieved; it resembled a Sonic Screwdriver. That might explain the blue phone booth in Ditzy's yard. I may need ask Double Tee if he knows anything about Time and Relative Dimensions in Space…)

Anyway, my small entourage keeps RD at bay, for the most part. Applejack and Fluttershy keep an eye on my flat in case the chromatic stunt mare decides to pull another "Splinter Cell" act on me. That didn't mean she wouldn't show up announced; I often hear her skulking around the little garden I set up out back, trying to pick the lock on the back door. Too bad for her, and excellent for me, the door is made of solid oak and there are four locks on it. (A chain, a deadbolt, a combination lock, and drop bolt in the floor.) She usually gives up after an hour or so, leaving me plenty of time to sleep.

It is just my luck that RD wasn't the only mare who had their sights set on me. I have little knowledge about equines, and that limited information has put me in a highly precarious position. It's early spring; it's also Estrus Week. Big Mac tried to warn me, but I thought he was joshing me. Turns out, he wasn't. It seems that every mare in town, save for Mrs. Cake and most of the Element Bearers, have singled me out for some lovin'. The good news, I've found a little known spot in Ponyville to hide from the estrogen fest in town. The bad news: My little hidey hole doesn't quite block out the sound of Equines in the throes of passion. Even my little entourage has gotten amorous. I don't know about Lyra, but I'm pretty sure Turner and Ditzy are getting busy. Small favors and all…

Ah, it's so nice up here. The clock tower is pretty much self sufficient, only needing a little oil from time to time, so I pretty much alone up here. The spot I've got picked out is away from any windows and door, so I have a reasonable chance of avoiding highly aroused Pegasi mares (especially that one Pegasus mare), the door at the ground floor is braced by a loose piece of timber, and I'm six stories above the ground. With my theoretical magic dampening ability, I doubt Rarity, Lyra, or even Twilight could teleport up here. About the only pony who knows I'm up here is Flutters, but only because I told her. She's been bringing me food and drink; she doesn't appear as badly affected by the estrus cycle as some of her friends are. Speak of the angel…

"Here you g-go, Stevie." Fluttershy declares, "I-I hope you'll like it."

"Mmm, I smell… I smell… I smell… Granny Smith apples! Yummy!! And I see some peach cobbler, and this Caesar salad looks like a hundred leagues of delicious! Thanks, Flutters!"

"Y-y-you're w-welcome." Shes says, a light blush on her cheeks.

I could kill for a girl to smile like that at me…

"Did AyJay give any trouble?"

"No, s-she didn't." Fluttershy informs me, "I just t-told her th-this was for me. I g-gave h-h-her the im-impression that I've having a t-t-tea party w-with H-Harry."

"Thank the Maker! I don't think I can set foot on Ess Double Ay this week. The last time I was there, AyJay give me a look like she was planning to devour me!" If that came from anybody else, Zooey Deschanel, Emma Stone, Amy Adams, Allison Janey, or even Kate Upton, I wouldn't mind. Applejack… well, I don't think of her in that way. "Know what I mean?"

"Y-y-yeah." admits Flutters, "By the way, Stevie, h-how did y-you get u-u-up here, anyway?"

"On foot, the hard way."

"Oh."

You know, Flutters is looking a might stressed. Maybe this whole estrus cycle is hitting her harder than I can imagine. Maybe I should offer her some of my lunch, get her to calm down.

"If you wanna share some of this food with me, Flutters, I wouldn't object."

"Oh, no, I-I-I c-couldn't." Fluttershy says modestly.

"Come on, Fluttershy, you can't hide how shaken you are. You're trembling so hard, you're molting! Sit down and have some apple cider with me."

"O-okay." She looks both relieved and defeated at the same time. I keep forgetting how expressive these ponies can be.

Hmm, I've also forgotten how much fun it is to be sharing a meal with my good friend Flutters. Those delicate bites she takes of everything… I do kinda wonder why she's actively avoiding the apples, but methinks that's a topic for another day.

"Have you tried the cobbler, yet? It's scrumptious!"

"N-no, I h-haven't… Mmmm, so delicious!" Fluttershy croons.

I'm getting a very When Harry Met Sally vibe right now. Weird…

"You okay, Flutters?"

"Oh- Uh, y-yes, I'm o-o-okay…" Youlieyoulieyoulie…

"Are you sure?" I inquire, "You seem preoccupied."

"W-well…"

Twirling my finger here, hoping she'll continue.

"W-well, you see, Steven-" She's getting serious here. What is going on?

"As-as you you know, it's Estrus Week…" Fluttershy starts.

"Yeah, that's why I've gone into seclusion." I deadpan.

"Y-yes, I know. Well, see, everypony I know has a special somepony for this time- I mean, Twilight has C-Cloud Dancing… Pinkie and Cheese S-Sandwich are practically joined at the h-hip… Applejack is seeing that Lone S-Star character… Rarity- she's has a stallion, but she would never kiss and t-tell…"

"Yeah, it's like a massive hook-up fest out there." I say.

Flutters nods, "Well, I don't I don't have a special somepony… I-I mean, I do have somepony in mind…"

"Do you now?" Why am I starting to get jealous? "Praytell, who is this lucky stallion?"

"Oh, s-somepony you know-" the golden Pegasus shyly admits, "B-but Dashie has already laid claim to h-him. I- I came too late…"

Hold for twenty…

"Wait… ArDee has a stallion? Wow, do I feel sorry for that guy!"

Flutters asks nonplussed, "Wha-?"

"Well, Dash can be a little overbearing." I confess, "She's rather passionate about many a thing, so any stallion caught in her cross-hairs is as good as attached to another object by an inclined plane, wrapped helically around an axis."

"So- so she hasn't tried-" Flutters inquired.

Huh?

"Uh, Flutters, what's going on?"

If I didn't know any better, I'd swear Flutters was just made a princess, she looks so happy.

"So who's canary did you eat, kitty?"

Fluttershy begins, "Steven…"

"Yes, Flutters?" I ask.

"I- Could-"

"Use your words." I tell her.

"C-c-could y-y-y-you be my special s-somepony? If-if you want to- If that would be okay-?"

Did- Did I just get asked out by a pony?

"Uh, sure, yeah Flutters, I mean-" I begin.

WAH! By all things Bright, when did Flutters get this aggressive?

Flutters whispers hotly, "I'll take care of you, Stevie. You won't have to worry about anything…"

"What are you talking abo-"

How did she get my pants off see easily?! I know she's strong, but this? Uh, what is she doing-?

"Take me, Steven. Make me a proper mare!" Fluttershy cries.

Oh, for the love- Flutters just impaled herself on my penis! Oh, the warmth… She is so warm inside! Her passage walls are wiggling and gripping my manhood. It's like they don't wanna let me go-!

Fluttershy moans, "Oh, Steven-!" I don't think I've heard her- visceral, before.

In my mind, I know that this is wrong. Oh, so many levels of wrong! Having intimate relations with a horse, sorry, a pony? We're not even of the same species…! Yet, I can't seem to resist… It is so- deliciously sensual-!

"Agh!"

I think she just pushed me past her hymen or whatever it is that equine mares have. Those moans she makes, they're part pain and part pleasure. As this goes on, I think they'll swap over permanently to pleasure.

"So hard- so hard- so deep-! Aghhhh!" Fluttershy gasps.

I'm gasping pretty hard myself. Good Lord, is just me or is Flutters getting hotter by the second?! (An image of the female Cylon comes to mind for whatever reason. Why the new Battlestar Galactica just this moment? I do not know.)

Fluttershy moans hotly in my ears. "Steven, Oh, Steven-!"

"Fluttershy- Oh, God, FLUTTERSHY-!" I moan back.

"Steven- Steven- I can't hold on- I can't hold on- any longer!" she cries.

"Then don't," I reply, "Let it out, let it go. Shake the heavens with ecstasy."

What comes out of her mouth is less than words, but no pure sound either. It's more like a pleasurable wail. I think she just had her first orgasm.

Between gasps, Flutters tells me, "Stevie- Oh, Stevie, this feels so good!"

I want to reply, but the walls of her core are pulsating to no end. The sensation is both pleasing and erotic. Don't know how much longer I can hold on…

"I've never- felt like this- before, Stevie," Fluttershy confesses, "but I like IT! I LIKE IT A LOT!"

I admit, this is better than anything I've imagined before. The writhing mare on top of me is producing the most seductive noises I've ever heard and my arousal responds in kind by getting more turgid by the second. Each time she comes down, each time my pride is sheathed deeply inside her, it create a blissful sensation that I've ever fantasized about. I'm not going to complain about Fluttershy being my first wo- mare.

"It's coming- Oh, it's coming, Stevie! I- I- I can't hold back-!"

Fluttershy drapes herself over my chest as her next orgasm strikes and I can feel her body quiver in ecstasy. She spasms like this for several moments as she continues to impale herself on my throbbing manhood. In return, I nibble on her velvet soft ears. This brings on another orgasm, leaving Fluttershy in a state of quaking bliss. The velveteen softness of her body is spurring me on to an orgasm of my own…

"I'm afraid- I have to pop soon, Flutters-!"

"Do it-!" Fluttershy urges me, "S-spill your seed inside me-! I w-wanna be filled with your- love-! Spill your musk so deep inside me!!"

"Flutters-! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!"

"Steven-! Steven-! STEVENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

And, pop goes the cork! Ahhhh, the relief… I came pretty hard when Dash sucked me off, but this- I can feel myself pushed flush against Flutters cervix and my baby batter is filling her uterus and spilling over into her passage. And she's still thrusting on top of me. I can feel her quiver in ecstasy and her insides are excitedly pulsing, milking me for everything I've got. I didn't do much of anything in this- exchange, but I'm feeling so exhausted…

The next little while is a confused burst of sensual delight and amorous caresses. I can't tell how many times Fluttershy and I climaxed; her need was nigh insatiable and I was more than willing to sate it. Even as we continued, an idea germinated in my head, made by that vile voice that tried to convince me that I was hallucinating before. It kept screaming that I was a sexual deviant, that making love to an equine entity like Fluttershy was a grotesque act of selfishness. It kept telling me I was a bestiaphile. Then a more rational side of me reasoned that since these Equestrians were more human than a typical terrestrial pony, that maybe what I was doing was xenophilia, which wasn't nearly as bad. I don't know which voice won out. Some time after the moon rose, we both passed out, breathing in each others scent. Whether we stayed that way for hours or just a few minutes, I couldn't say.

"Mmmmmmm…" moans a familiar mares voice.

I hear crickets. The air is cool. Is it night already?

"Hmm, Fluttershy?"

"Hello, Steven." Flutters croons.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"Oh, just a few hours before dawn." she informs me.

"Dawn?"

Fluttershy nods, "Mmm-hmm! Luna's moon has long since risen."

"Inquiry: did we just-?"

Flutters nods again. In the waning moonlight, her coat takes on a silvery sheen. It makes her exotically gorgeous.

"Just the once or-?"

"Oh, no." Flutters admits, "I'm surprised you forgotten. We kept going, it was so wonderful. We mated at last three more times."

"Dayum-!"

"Mhmm…"

"Uh-"

"Don't worry, Stevie," Flutters tells me, "I won't tell anypony."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

"Oh? What is it?" she asks with concern.

"I think I've come to a decision." I tell her.

"A decision?" Fluttershy asks.

I nod, "Despite all evidence to the contrary, I'm reasonably assured this place, this town, you, are very much real. And if I'm stuck here, then- Well, I'd be blessed man."

"That's wonderful, Stevie!" Fluttershy cheers.

"So now the question remains: is this just a one time deal, you and I?" I ponder.

I can see tears welling in her eyes. Oh, please, for the Love of God, don't cry…!

"Does- does it have to be?" she begs.

"Well, uh, no… But, I'm a little- I haven't quite gotten to point in my thought processes where I can- Listen, Fluttershy, you're a nice pony. You're pretty, you're kind, you think about everyone else before yourself. Until today, I've never seen you act in any way that can be remotely described as selfish… God only knows I wanna pursue a relationship with you- I'm not just talking sex, but you know-? I just- I need to sort some things out first, okay?"

"What's to sort out?" She's getting mad.

"It's- it's nothing to do with you, Flutters, I swear! It's just- Where I come from, there are social mores that can't be broken. A human with a horse- uh, a pony in this case- it's seen as unnatural. There are some that would call what we just did 'bestiality.' I've never entertained the idea that you were anything less than intelligent before-"

"So, what we did is- UNNATURAL?! I'M UNNATURAL?!"

Gotta stem the flow, gotta stem the flow-!

"No, Flutters, I didn't-" I'm backpedaling here.

She turns to leave. I do about the only thing I can do at this point and lunge after her, grabbing on to her hind legs.

I'm imploring here, "Flutters, please!"

"WHAT?!" she roars.

"I- I want to be with you- Really, I do. You'll need to be patient with me. Okay? I- I may seem altogether and everything, but this mind of mine is all kinds of FUBAR."

"Fubar?"

"Fu- Freaked Up Beyond Any Recognition. I'm gonna need some time to-"

"To?!" she demands.

Le sigh.

"I need some time to sort my feelings about this. I mean, I LIKE you, Fluttershy. I just… I don't want to hurt you on some pretense of romance if my heart and my head aren't in collusion on this."

"Stevie-" Fluttershy whimpers.

More tears… Please, just stop-

"Please, stop, Fluttershy-! Your tears, they're killing me-!"

She stops. Her tears are still falling. She snorts and stomps the wooden floor with a hoof.

"Steven- I'm going to give you a week. Seven days, to see if you can- sort yourself out. If I don't hear from you between then and now, then- I can- I can't be anything to you. Not a friend, not a pal, not even a marefriend. I can't-"

"I accept! By the end of seven days, I'll have an answer for you."

"O- Okay." she says.

And she leaves. How in the fuck do I keep getting into this shit?!

Sorry, tomzon, no surprise buttsechs yet. But I think I covered the clop pretty well. Trust me when I tell you this, Flutters isn't the only one Steve is going to- savor. The trouble in Paradise is just beginning…