Fetish-shy, Clothing

> knock at door
dammit, how many of these fucking books is twilight giving her!?
> open it up
> fluttershy, wearing clothes, a dress
> this is different
> "hey anon, I thought we could spend the day again"
You don't have to pee do you?
> ".....no...."
or poo?
> "...no..."
alright then, I guess we can go
> We walk about town once again
> every once in a while, she puts herself in a compromising position
> notice panties
> ponies never wear panties
> can't call her out on it, lest she confront me for peeking
> leave it be
> day goes off without a hitch
> that was too easy
Shouldn't you be heading home?
> "why? it's still so early out"
> it's about 4 p.m.
I suppose
> invite her in
> talk about things, animals, recipes, subject turns to clothes
> "you seem to like wearing clothes"
I'd be naked without them
> "do you like my clothes?"
they're ok, I guess
> " Do you like this dress?"
it looks nice on you
> dress comes off
> she's also wearing a bra, along with panties
> do you like my socks?
they're a nice color of blue
> socks come off
> I don't like where this is going
> "do you like my bra?"
you don't even have breasts
> "what about my panties?"
fluttershy just go home
> she walks out the door
>slam door in her face
> hear from other side
> "right, so no clothes fetishes"