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"One fetish guess per day. So, what is it this time?"
>An exhalation from her nostrils ruffles your hair and reminds you that you're not wearing anything besides your comfy boxers.
>Fluttershy smiles, and you can see a bit of drool at the corners of her mouth.
>"Is macro tongue-play your fetish?"
>Before you can confirm or deny, Fluttershy parts her massive lips, and her pink tongue, now roughly about half the size of your mattress, slithers out and presses against your legs.
>The pressure from the massive, yet soft and warm appendage shoves you back into the door frame, as she slowly drags it completely up your body, liberally soaking you with saliva as her sweet, honeyed breath washes over you.
>She does it a second time, adding a soft moan as Anon Jr. comes to attention.
>Then she pauses, looking at you with an expectant smile, since she can clearly see the tent you're pitching in your now-damp boxers.
>"Well? Is it?"
>You raise a hand and wipe a gob of saliva off your face, flinging it into the flowery shrubs that grow alongside the remnants of your front door.
"I would have said no, but..."
>You gesture to your straining erection threatening to burst free of the thin, wet cotton fabric.
"...apparently Anon Jr. disagrees with me. So I am forced to concede that macro tongue-play is probably a fetish I didn't know I had."
>"Oh, I'm so happy!" Fluttershy squeals.
>She celebrates with a little victory dance, reproducing the morning's earthquake and leaving several deep depressions in your lawn.
>Then she leans down to you and her tongue lolls out from between her plush lips once more, and gives you another head-to-toe coat of saliva.
>After a couple more strokes she withdraws the warm, moist appendage and looks at you with triumph shining in her eyes.
>"So... can I come in now?"
>You just stare at her.
>"Please?"
"Fluttershy, why don't you take a look at the size of my door, and think about what you just said."
>A confused look crosses Fluttershy's face as she studies your door.
>It is replaced by a crestfallen look as realization suddenly dawns.
>"Oh, peanuts. I didn't think..."
"Yeah. Slight flaw in your plan there."
>Fluttershy looks around as her huge plot sinks to the ground in despair, triggering another tremor.
>Your boner begins to cool.