Flutterfinger

>Pinning her body against the wall of a bathroom stall, a sadistic side of you enjoys the look of fear in her eyes.
Guys don't pay you much attention, do they?
>"I-I..."
Someone's always dragging off that friend of yours... But never you. Don't you ever wonder?
>Slipping a hand inside of Fluttershy's skirt, your fingers trace slowly around the lines of her frilly panties, stopping only to squeeze her thigh.
>She stares down at the floor, and you only barely catch sight of her biting her lip as she shivers with nervousness.
>And what's more, anticipation.
I can tell. But don't worry, I'll show you what you've been missing.
>Your other hand pushes upwards against the fabric of her blouse, molding a modestly sized breast through the cloth.
Doesn't it feel good?
>She looks up at you through misty eyes, and gives a barely noticeable nod while a furious blush paints her face.
>"W-would you... *mumble*
You have to speak up.
>You can see tears in the corners of her eyes, an adorable pout on her embarrassed face.
Would you... Uhm... Kiss me, p-please...?
>Smiling at her shyness, you slowly lower your lips to hers, and she melts into your embrace.
>This was too easy.
>Growing bolder, you poke out your tongue, lightly prodding her tightly closed lips and waiting for a reaction.
>It comes in a muffled gasp, and warm exhale of her sweet breath, when she feels your finger rubbing up and down the moistening cloth directly over her slit.
>Using this opportunity, your tongue passes her lips and begins to lightly dance across the tip of her own.
>You have kept busy with your ministrations, and by now you've slid your hand into the spandex lining of her underwear, as the other slides lower to knead those perfectly rounded cheeks.

>Breaking the kiss, she rests her head against your shoulder, panting to herself and trying to stifle her quiet moans.
>You gently rub the soft, slick mound of flesh underneath your hand in a circular motion, occasionally spreading your fingers to feel the viscous liquid in between.
>Wet is an understatement, the girl is soaking.
>A slight twitch and spasm from her labia, in combination with a beautiful whine next to your ear lets you know that your efforts are more than paying off.
>You chuckle as she leans more and more of her weight onto you.
>Alternating between gently prodding her folds, and playing with the pleasure button above, she begins to moan in earnest.
>You feel her begin to grind slowly against your hand, as you lower your head to kiss and nibble on her ear.
>Her saccharine voice fills the room, growing louder despite never really being able to be called loud.
>Sensing that she is nearing her limit, you push your lips to hers once more.
>With a sudden shudder, her muffled cries fill your mouth.
>Holding up the entirety of her weight now, you back your head away, and gaze into her eyes warmly as she tries to catch her breath.
>Unable to meet your eyes directly, she lowers her head once more to watch as you pull your now drenched hand from beneath her thighs.
>Putting a finger into your mouth, you savor the rich taste as she "eep"s in shame.
Wasn't that fun?
>Still not meeting your eyes, you enjoy the blend of pleasure, confusion, excitement, and embarrassment on her face as she slowly nods.
>"Y-yes..."
I'm glad you enjoyed it. Can I meet you here again tomorrow?
>"That would be... N-nice..."
>Grasping her chin with your dry hand, you raise her head and give her one more peck on the lips before smiling, and walking out of the bathroom as she sinks to the floor and watches on.
>It was a good day.
>And you aren't washing this hand.