And Everything Nice Pt. 6

>You are Rarity
>And this may be some of your best work yet!
>Femanon stands before you, demoing the various articles of clothing you’ve quickly whipped up for her
>A formal dress, a pair of pajamas, shorts, a new T-Shirt, cute underwear, and some more “bras”
>And they all look so adorable on her!
>She twists and turns around in the last of the clothing, a cute blouse and a tight pair of dark blue jeans
>”These are some of the best clothes I’ve ever worn!” Femanon exclaims, viewing herself in the mirror, “I can’t thank you enough, Rare!”
>You giggle excitedly
Your happiness is thanks enough for me, dear!
>You cheer
You look absolutely a-DORE-able!
>She turns to you, her face turning a light shade of red
>You beam a bright, wide smile at her
>It’s true, you are really happy for her, and she looks marvelous in them
>But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t faking it a little
>Not because of her
>But because of Fluttershy
>Your mind wanders to the bra
>You made her two or three of them
>That hook in the back was a little tricky
>You don’t think you, or anyp0ny else you know, would know how to work it just by looking at it
>And it happened to break in the back sometime during the night
>Sometime after Femanon had left
>Oh yes, you have a hunch who broke it
>And a hunch why
>”How can I ever repay you?” Femanon asks, picking up her new clothing in a bag
>You giggle
By taking your flank over to Pinkie’s in that new blouse!
>She smiles and puts her hand over her eyes
>”Right now?” she asks with a laugh
>You nod happily
Oh I’m sure she’d love to see you after last night, darling. Who knows, maybe she remembers the cuddles.
>You give her a wink at that mention
>She blushes even more furiously
>Oh yes, you told her all about that
>How you put the two of them together in bed
>And how Pinkie Pie was so anxious to snuggle with her friend Femanon
>It gave you real hope
>Now Femanon just has to act upon it
Plus, dear, I have some things I need to attend to now anyway, so you’d have to be on your way regardless.
>She smiles
>”Okay, I gotcha, Rare!”
>She heads towards the door, opens it, waves goodbye, and leaves
>You breathe out a happy exhale, smiling
>Which quickly turns upside-down
>Fluttershy…
>You levitate the broken bra over to you and stomp out of the room yourself
>How could you have trusted her? How could you make such a grave mistake?
>You make your way through P0nyville with quick pace
>Through the corner of your eye, you see Femanon knocking on the door to Sugarcube Corner before being let it
>You sigh
>She probably has no idea…
>And that’s for the best…
>You turn down to the path towards Fluttershy’s cottage
>You just hope not much else other than breast fondling happened…
>Approaching the babbling brook and traveling over the bridge, you ready your hoof for a knock
>A quick bang or two later, you hear Fluttershy behind the door
>”Coooming~” she says in a singsongy voice
>She sounds to be in a good mood…
>The door swings open, and a happy yellow p0ny greets you
>”Oh, good morning, Rarity,” she says with a cheer
>Your face opposes hers
Hello.
>You make your way into her cottage, pushing her out of the way as you
>Fluttershy, with much confusion, closes the door and trots up to you
>”R-Rarity, what’s the matter?”
>You turn to her, then levitate the broken bra up to her to see
>Her aura of happiness diminishes nearly instantaneously
>Her pupils shrink and she covers her mouth with her hooves
>You raise an eyebrow at her
>”Wh-Wh-Why do you have F-Femanon’s b-bra with y-you…?” She sputters out
>You scoff at her and begin making your way to her staircase
I don’t know,
>You say with a hint of facetiousness,
why is it broken in the first place?
>She takes to the air and begins fluttering next to you as you walk
>”I’m… I’m not sure! M-Maybe she broke it w-when she—“
Fluttershy,
>You interrupt,
you and I both know that bra wasn’t broken at the party. I had my eyes on her the whole time.
>Fluttershy darts her eyes left and right
>You begin ascending the stairs
>”M-Maybe it happened in her sleep? O-Or when sh-she was with Pinkie?”
>You shake your head
>Reaching the top of the stairs, you turn to her again
Fluttershy, dear,
>You drone the “dear” for added sarcastic effect
if that’s the case,
>You levitate the bra up to her face, flinging it around so the dangling straps are visible
do you mind explaining to me why there are deep bite marks all over the fabric here?
>She “eeps,” and drops out of the air, hitting the ground
>You fling the bra down the stairs, and turn into Fluttershy’s room
>Instantly upon entering the room, a smell hits your sensitive nostrils
>Hay and pine needles…
>And…
>…some other, unidentifiable musky smell
>You know already what that means
>Your heart sinks a little
Fluttershy… you didn’t…
>She flies into the room
>”What!? I d-didn’t do a-anything!”
>She flies in between you and the bed
>Her attempts are pitifully obvious, and frankly, rather embarrassing for her
>You surround her with your aura of magic and push her aside
>Approaching the bed, you ready your horn
>What was that spell again…?
>…aha
>You illuminate the sheets in a dark blue light
>…good heavens…
>You gaze upon the spread with disgust
>The sheets are… coated with juices
>It’s… an absolute mess
>The lower half is drenched and stained, with splotches outlining a pair of legs, and a few dribbles trailing off the bed, implying a kind of…
>…squirt
>”I… I…”
Fluttershy…
>You back away from the bed, removing your spell
>The sheets return to their perfectly clean looking appearance
You… you didn’t just remove her bra…
>”No! I mean Yes! I mean, I didn’t—“
Did…
>You turn to her
>Her face reads and reacts to yours
>A face of utter disgust and astonishment
Did you… violate her?
>She’s panicking
>”Well… well I…”
>She stutters and mumbles a bit
>”There w-wasn’t any… pen… pena… I didn’t put anything in—“
Good heavens!
>You turn around and march out the door
>You can’t believe what you’re hearing
>That Fluttershy was capable of this…
>”It was o-only my mouth…!”
>She chases you down the stairs
>”Please don’t tell her!”
>You snap your head toward her
>No words come out
>You sit in disbelief for a moment
>It’s still all coming down on you
>”I… it sounded like… she liked it…”
>She twiddles her hooves
Fluttershy…
>There’s no anger in your voice anymore
>Anger was snatched away with your breath and belief long ago
…she wasn’t even… conscious…
>”But—“
She didn’t even… she doesn’t even…
>”But she said that she had feelings—“
Not for you!
>You finally snap out
>Fluttershy darts back at your sudden outburst and hides behind her mane
>You gather your emotions
>You sigh
She only thinks of you as a friend, Fluttershy. I told you this last night! What would she think if she found out you performed cunnilingus on her sleeping body!?
>”S-She doesn’t need to kn-know!” She bellows frantically
>You ready a yell
>But stop yourself
>…can you really tell her?
>Worry her? Outrage her?
>Would this ruin her chances with Pinkie Pie in some way?
>How would she react?
>Would revealing this be fair to her at all…?
>Would she even believe you?
>You close your mouth and avert your eyes
>Fluttershy has read your face during thought
>”So… we won’t tell her…?”
>You look to the ground
>Then up to Fluttershy
>Then out the door
>…
…stay away from her, Fluttershy. She’ll stay with me or Pinkie now. Just…
>You turn to look her in the eye
Don’t go near her.
>She looks into your eyes
>Hers show concern and worry
>But… that changes
>Her eyes blank, and bore deep into yours
>Like she’s reading you
>Then… she smiles
>…a devious smile
>An expression most unlike Fluttershy…
>”You don’t want to tell her, do you?” She says in a cold voice
>It rattles up your spine, catching you off-guard
What…?
>”You can’t, huh? Something’s stopping you.”
>Where did this come from…?
I… I will, if I have to…!
>Your attempted threat falls flat
>Fluttershy smiles wider
>”No, you can’t. And you won’t, will you?”
No, I… I…
>”She loves me,” she interrupts, “she may not realize it yet, but she does. I’ll show her soon.”
>You stare at her speechless
>”Go ahead, take her into your home. She doesn’t need to live with me.”
>She trots over to the bra, which has landed neatly on the ground
“But she trusts me. You can’t stop her from seeing me, and in that time, I’ll show her what my love means.”
>She picks up the bra, smirking condescendingly at you, and inhales into it deeply
>Your stomach churns at the sight
>After her inhale, her entire demeanor changes
>She smiles brightly and cheerily
>”Goodbye, Rarity, see you soon!”
>She turns her back to you and trots back up her stairs
>…
>You stand by the doorway
>Speechless
>Mind in scrambles
>After a few moments, you turn around and leave, shutting the door behind you
>Your mind begins to race as you walk
>The way she acted…
>…you’ve never seen her that way before
>Not since after that minotaur’s lessons, at least…
>So assertive…
>You kick yourself as you walk
>Darn it, Rarity! You showed weakness! You showed weakness and she used it to her advantage!
>You enter into town, still in thought
>She wants to keep this a secret… at least for now… and any leverage you could have used vaporized when she caught on to your desire to keep it a secret as well…
>You approach your boutique
>With a hung head, you glance over to Sugarcube Corner
>…
>You sigh
>…she can take care of herself…
>Just be a supportive friend for now, Rarity
>Focus on helping her with Pinkie
>You enter your shop
>…and keep an eye out for Fluttershy…
>The door shuts

>You are Femanon
>And you just arrived at Pinkie’s restaurant, new clothing ready for wearing!
>You knock on the door, straighten out your blouse, readjust your new bra, and wait
>The door swings open, and cute lil’ pink p0ne is there to greet you
>She looks in great shape
>You’d never be able to tell she was plastered the night before
>She looks up to you and gasps
>”Hi Emmy!”
>She practically grabs you and pulls you in
>You stumble into the house and laugh
Whoa, Pinkie, easy!
>She trots past you and giggles
>”Did you have fun last night?!” She calls as she heads toward the kitchen
>You follow her
I sure did! I had a blast!
>She giggles her classic Pinkie giggle
>”That’s great!”
>You both enter into the kitchen
>Looks like Pinkie Pie has started up some morning baking
>Without a word about it, you put your bag of clothing down, get an apron, and begin helping
>Pinkie turns to you
>”But how come you left so early?” She says, with a more mellow tone
>You catch this, and try to hit minor damage control
I-I’m not sure! I don’t actually remember what happened… according to Rarity, we both passed out in your bed, then Fluttershy took me home.
>She looks at you with a content smile
If I was awake for the decision, I would have insisted on staying!
>She smiles even brighter
>”Aww, that’s sweet, Emmy!”
>She begins frosting some cupcakes
>You head over to the oven and take out some cookies
So…
>You begin
Do you actually remember much of what happened last night?
>She giggles
>”Not too much! But some!”
>You look to her
>Her back is turned to you, continuing to frost her baked goods
>A smile creeps to your lips
Oh yeah? Like what?
>You bring the cookies to the counter and place them next to her
>She looks up to you with her big, blue eyes
>”Well!”
>She places the froster down, puts a hoof to her lips, and thinks
>”I remember drinking LOTS of cider with you! Then it gets fuzzy… but then I remember asking you to come nap with me, after Rarity suggested it…”
>She pauses
>You wait
>…she locks eyes with you
>”Then we snuggled!”
>She closes her eyes and smiles wide, then picks up her froster again and continues frosting
>You stand there with your mouth open
>Pinkie seems oblivious to this
>So she remembers…?
>…she seems… indifferent to it…
>Or… happy about it?
>You can never tell with Pinkie
>You decide to prod a little more
So…
>You reach over and take one of her fresh cupcakes
>You know she doesn’t mind one bit
Was I a good cuddler?
>You take a bite of the delicious pastry
>She turns back to you and giggles
>”Only the best!”
>Your heart warm to this
Oh yeah?
>”Mhmm!” She exclaims with cheery, closed eyes
>She opens them, and they meet with yours
>”We should snuggle more often, Emmy,” she says
>Your heart skips a beat
>Wait a minute…
>”Wouldn’t that be fun?”
>Your eyes are still locked
>She drops her eyelids halfway, giving, what you interpret, to be a kind of sultry expression
Um, uh y-yeah!
>Her lips curl slowly up
>Then, as abruptly as the expression started—
>”Okie Dokie Lokie!”
>It transforms back to standard Pinkie
>She redirects her attention back to her cupcakes
>You stare at her in awe
>Speechless
>Was that…?
>”How are they, Emmy?” Pinkie asks
Uh, what…?
>You look down to the bitten cupcake in your hand
Oh! They’re delicious!
>You laugh nervously
>”Perfect!”
>She takes the fresh tray and places them in the fridge
>You carry your tray of cookies and store them as well
>Pinkie takes off her apron and shakes her mane a bit
>It bounces beautifully in place
>”Well, that’s all the baking I need to do for today!”
>You nod, and take your apron off as well
>She springs out of the kitchen, and you follow behind her
>”Hey Emmy! There’s something I’ve wanted to ask you…” she inquires as she continues to spring
>You avert your eyes from her bouncing plot
Sure, what is it, Pinkie?
>She lands on the ground and speeds over to you
>Wrapping a front leg around your waist, she lifts up your hand and carefully observes it
>”These! Hands, right?” She asks, not breaking eye contact with your right grabber
>This is… abrupt
Yes, my… hands.
>She drops it and looks up to you
>”They must be really useful, huh?”
>You nod
I… guess. Can’t compare them to anything else, personally. But yes, fingers do have their uses.
>She smiles
>”Okay! Just as I thought!”
>You laugh a little
>Pinkie Pie is so random…
>”Well,” she starts, turning her back to you and trotting towards the stairs, “after last night and this morning, I could really use a shower!”
>A shower?
>Your hearts sinks a little
>But you only just got here…
>You hide your disappointment quickly
Yeah, that’s okay.
>You eye your bag at the kitchen entrance
I’ll see you later then?
>Pinkie stops in her tracks, and turns to you, eyebrow raised
>”You want to leave?”
>…what?
Well… if I don’t have to, no.
>She smiles
>”Okay, good! Then come on!”
>…come on?
Where…?
>She’s already at the stairs
>”To the shower! Come on, it’ll be fun!”
>Your beating heart shuts down for a moment
>An indescribable kind of shock radiates through your whole body
Sh-Shower?
>She smiles widely
>”Yeah! I’m really dirty, so you should help! Your hands are useful, right?”
>You look to them
Y-Yeah…
>”Then come on, slowpoke!”
>She’s up the stairs, out of sight
>”Show me what they can do…”

End of Part 6