And Everything Nice Pt. 5

>You are Fluttershy
>And luck is surely with you tonight!
>Femanon drank far too much at Pinkie’s party, and now she’s blackout drunk!
>You don’t need to worry about waking her up with your curiosity, or about her finding out
>Even if she did wake up… would she even remember?
>Probably not
>You’re giddy with the thought
>After a longer-than-usual walk, due to the weight, you finally reach your cottage
>You get the door open and slink inside, your prize on your back
>You quietly make your way upstairs, careful not to drop her, and at last reach your room
>You back up and dump Femanon onto the bed
>She silently groans, but doesn’t move
>You take to the air, finding it hard to contain your giddy giggles
>The freedom you have…
>You get her into a better position (on her back, legs a little spread), and admire her body
>So lanky compared to p0nies
>So wonderfully feminine
>Such slender legs
>A fine hourglass figure
>And those “boobs,” as she calls them
>…oh my~
Let’s… have a little fun~
>You say with a smile
>You swoop downward and gnaw at her belt buckle with your teeth, managing to get it undone
>You fuss with the button and grip the zipper, pulling it down
>Fluttering down to the base of the bed, you grab the ends of her pant legs and pull
>The jeans are tight, but eventually, they give way, sliding off of her leg like a smooth sock
>You drop them softly onto the ground, then gaze upon Femanon in her new, more exposed form
>She has tight white panties on, decorated near the top with a little pink bow
>It tightly grips her waist and thighs
>You run a hoof up them
>They’re so smooth to the touch, like a newborn filly
>You turn your attention back to the panties
>They grip her folds nicely, providing a nice outline that doesn’t require much from the imagination
>You can feel your own folds starting to dampen a little
>You bring your head in close, and plant a kiss on them
>Your lips sink a little between them
>You open your mouth apart quickly, spreading her lips under her panties
>She quivers in her sleep slightly
>This is really happening…
>You retract your head from between her legs, and replace it with your hoof
>You slowly stroke up and down
>Feeling the outline of her womanhood
>You add a little more pressure
>Again, she stirs in her sleep
>But you don’t need to worry
>You giggle a little
>She won’t be waking up
>As you continue to trace between her legs, you can feel a moisture develop
>You blush and smile
>Keeping at it, it continues, until the area is quite wet
>You take your hoof away, licking it for the sweet nectar that attached
>You look at the damage caused
>Ohh my~
>The white panties are practically see-though
>You can perfectly see the shape and color of her beautiful lips pressed against her underwear
>You’re practically soaking
>Your hoof subconsciously drifts south
>It touches your excited marehood
>…no
>Not yet
>You retract it
>There’s still more…
>You leave the panties be for now, and flutter up to her upper body
>Straddling her waist, you lift her shirt up and over her body
>…huh… what’s this?
>You gaze upon an odd article of clothing
>…some kind of… holder for her “boobs?”
>…she wasn’t wearing this over at Pinkie Pie’s
>…now how do you work this thing?
>You grip one side of it with your teeth and drag it up
>Her breasts gracefully drop from under, bobbing a bit before settling in place
>Your eyes are locked on their beauty
>Their wondrous shape
>The small, cute, pink nipples that are set upon them
>You want them all to yourself
>…as soon as you get this contraption off of Femanon
>You bite down on one side and pull the other, but nothing budges
>You look for some kind of hook, or switch, or something
>…maybe behind?
>You flutter down, place your hooves on her side, and gently tip her up and over
>The upper half of her body folds over to the side, revealing her back
>This action is greeted by another drunken moan
>…aha!
>There IS some kind of hook!
>You bite down on it and pull
>…but nothing happens
>You release it, back up a bit, and ponder
>…hmm…
>You try once more, this time, separating them apart
>No luck
>What about squeezing them together?
>…that doesn’t work either
>You try every direction
>Every combination you know
>But nothing is working!
>Finally, in a quick flash of rage most unbecoming of you, you bite down and pull as hard as you can
>You hear some kind of snap
>…oh…
>You drop the fabric from your mouth and look
>…the hooks have snapped right off
>The two ends of the strap lay separated
>…oh no
>…don’t worry about that now
>You can blame it on her drunkenness in the morning
>…yeah, that should work
>You bite the now separated straps and pull
>The strange holding clothing slides right off of her body
>You place your hooves over her side and reposition her like she was before
>Her chest is now bare, revealed, and ready
>You can feel the juice practically running down your leg
>You flutter on top of her, straddling her waist once more, and take in the wonder of these human female beauties
>You place your hoof on one, and softly bounce it up and down
>It wriggles with such fluidity
>You bring your head down to the other…
>You inhale the aroma of her skin…
>Then place your lips down onto her nipple
>The warm sensation around it slowly causes it to harden
>You’re euphoric
>Your wet tongue bobs up and down around it, rattling it around like a rattlesnake tail
>You softly massage her other nipple with your hoof
>You tighten your lips around it and suck hard, milking it for all its worth
>Femanon emits a small moan in her sleep
>Your own wetness is starting to seep onto her panties, causing your fluids to mingle and mix together
>The thought of it drives you wild
>You break your suckle with a slight *pop,* and drag your tongue from the base of her breast to the top
>You bring your head over to her other nipple and kiss it
>Human anatomy is so amazing…
>You flutter up quickly and land at the end of the bed
>Once more, your gaze is met with the doubly wet panties of Femanon
>You bite your lip in anticipation
>Your own crotch is begging for your attention
>You bring your head up to the little pink bow and bite
>Dragging the underwear all the way down her legs
>And toss them off to the side
>Her wet womanhood is now completely exposed
>A bewitching aroma fills the air
>Ohhhh~
>You gently press her legs further apart, giving her damp folds as much room as possible
>You bring your head between those slender legs of hers and inhale
>You’re at your limit, and you haven’t even given yourself anything physical
>This human girl is amazing
>You bring your tongue to her womanhood, place it at the base, and drag it slowly up, catching as much of her fluids as you can
>She twitches a little in her sleep
>Once at the top, you bring your lips in and circle around her clit
>It doesn’t wink, and isn’t very large, but you still managed to find it
>You suck on it wildly, flicking it up and down every once and a while with your tongue
>Femanon shudders every now and them
>Popping off of her clit, you drag your tongue back down south and poke your tongue into her hole
>You slide it in and out, coating your tongue with her juices
>You’ll have to remember to get some kind of toy for the next time this happens~
>Finally, after teasing yourself for so long, you allow your hoof to drift down your own body
>You plant it down on your clit and begin working circles
>The feeling is so intense
>You open your mouth wider, place it around her folds, and take her lips into your mouth
>She tastes so wonderful…
>Her legs begin to stir, and her breathing has picked up
>You suck maniacally on her sex, while rubbing your own at blinding speed
>You release it from your mouth and begin sliding your tongue up and down her slit, over and over
>You’re so close~
>You bring up your free hoof and begin playing with her chest
>Your tongue is at full throttle
>You’re gonna—
>You’re gonna!
O—Ohh~ AH~ FEMANOOON!~
>The orgasm rocks and rattles your entire body
>You discharge juice behind you onto the ground
>It feels like it lasts an eternity
>Finally, your head collapses down between Femanon’s legs
>You’re breathing is heavy, and you rest for a second just to recover
>You gently kiss her womanhood, as to thank it for such an amazing gift
>Wow…
>You gaze to Femanon
>Still out like a light, completely asleep, completely unaware of what happened
>You smile
>Soon… she’ll know
>She’ll want this too
>You know it
>And when you’re both awake, servicing each other
>…it’ll be fantastic
>You sigh in delight thinking about it
>…
>Well… it’s time to clean up
>You quickly clean your love puddle on the ground, then get Femanon back into her clothes
>Her chest holder will stay on the ground for now
>Once she’s fully clothed, you drop down softly into bed, tuck her and yourself in, snuggle up next to her, and drift off…

>You are Femanon
>And ho-ly shit does your head hurt
>You creak open your eyes slowly
>Then shut them right back closed
>The sunlight is NOT helping right now
>Uuuggh… but you need to deal with it
>You push yourself up in the bed to sit up, and creak them open once more
>What the hell happened last night…?
>Last you remember, you were drinking with Pinkie
>Then it’s all just blurs and gaps…
>…and where are you anyway?
>You open your eyes a little more, much to the protest of your head, and look around
>…Fluttershy’s place, it seems
>You must have drunkenly stumbled your way back here
>You look down to your side
>The snoozing Fluttershy seems to reinforce this theory
>You groan and tilt your head back, getting just a little more rest in before you have to get up
>…what’s that smell…?
>It smells like… hay… and pine needles
>…and… your ex-boyfriend’s room…
>What the hell…?
>”Mmmm…”
>You bring your head back forward and glance down
>Fluttershy’s starting to stir
>Not wanting to be the only one awake, you begin to nudge her
Hey… hey Fluttershy… wake up.
>You continue rocking her
>Finally, her eyes open
>They meet yours, and she smiles
>”Good morning, Femanon~”
>You rub your eyes
Good morning.
>She giggles
>Clearly she can tell you’re worse for wear
Craaazy night, huh…?
>You say with a small laugh, swinging your legs around the side of the bed and standing
>…huh
>You grip your chest
>”I’ll say… you drank quite a bit…”
>Is your…?
Yeah, I guess I had a little more than I should have—hey, do you know where my bra is?
>”Your… what?”
>You turn to her
>She looks a little confused
>…ohh right
Yeah, my bra. It like… holds my breasts for me.
>You take a step
Did I lose it or—
>Your foot kicks something on the ground
>Looking down, you see your one and only bra in this world lying on the floor
>Broken at the back
>Your mouth gapes
Aw no, what the hell?
>You bend over and pick it up
Shoot… this is the only bra I have. What happened?
>”I-I don’t know!” Fluttershy says quickly, taking to the air. “M-Maybe you broke it somehow when y-you were drunk…”
>You rub the back of your neck
>Well… that wouldn’t be the first time something like that had happened
I guess…
>Fluttershy lets out some sort of sigh
Still… this is the only one I had… I kind of need one.
>You groan
>Fluttershy doesn’t say anything
>…then, an idea comes to mind
Ah… do you think Rarity could make me something like a bra?
>Fluttershy’s gazing off into the distance
>Then snaps back into reality
>”Oh, sure! I’m sure she could. In fact,“
>She flutters back down to the floor and begins to trot to the door
>”Rarity wanted you to stop by her boutique this morning anyway.”
>You smile a little
>She did?
>Maybe she’s going to make you some clothes like you talked about
>…you did talk about that, right?
That sounds great. Do you think maybe we could get something to eat first?
>Fluttershy smiles
>”Of course, let’s go to the kitchen now.”

>You and Fluttershy have a nice, quaint breakfast
>You ask her about the night’s events once you started to black out
>But she claims not to know
>She says she only took you home
>…well, you weren’t hanging out with Fluttershy last night, as much as you remember
>Maybe Pinkie Pie knows
>Or Rarity
>Yeah… you’ll ask her when you see her
>After you help clean up, you take your broken bra in hand, brave the bright, sober morning, and head out to Rarity’s business
>The sun beats down harshly on you, intensifying your headache
>Ugh
High school all over again…
>You mutter to yourself
>Eventually, that joke will wear thin
>You land in the town square, and scan your eyes around for the building described to you
>…there, that looks like it
>You head over to the blue and purple building and knock on the door
>”Coming! Coming!” you hear, followed by quick, trotting hooves
>The door swings open, the white unicorn herself there to greet you
>Her eyes sparkle when they meet yours
>”Ah, Femanon! Wonderful to see you, darling!”
>Such a sweet p0ny
>You smile
You as well, Rarity.
>She returns your smile
>”Well come in! Come in!” She says, stepping from the door and waving you into the shop
>You step inside the dress-filled room, greeted by the soothing smell of fabric
>”What a night YOU must have had, hmm?” She teases, passing you by toward her sewing machine
>You laugh a little
Well… nobody told me Pinkie could drink like that.
>She flashes you a silly look as she gets set on her machine
>You both share a laugh
Anyway, Fluttershy said you wanted to see me this morning?
>She nods
>”Yes, yes. I do believe last night we talked about making you some clothes?”
>She switches on her machine
>”You know, before you and your lovely pink marefriend decided to get intoxicated?”
>You blush at the word “marefriend”
>She notices this, and smiles an adorable smile
>”You’re so cute, Femanon!”
>You laugh a little, and try to brush it off
>Change the subject, maybe…
Anyway Rarity, on top of some new clothes, do you think you could help me by making me a new bra?
>She tilts her head in confusion
>”A ‘what,’ darling?”
>You expected as much
>You bring out your broken bra and show it to her
A bra. It holds my breasts in place. You know…
>You circle your chest area
Where my nipples are.
>She raises her eyebrows
>Then widens her eyes a little
>Ahh… she gets it now
>”Why certainly,” she says, using her magic to levitate the article to her. “I’m sure I could… imitate the design fairly well.”
>You sigh in relief
Thanks Rarity.
>She smiles
>”Not a problem, dear. But tell me…”
>She places the bra down on her table
>”How did you manage to break such a… well, ‘delicate’ article of clothing such as this?”
>You shrug
I’m not sure. I must have broken it somehow when I was drunk.
>Rarity thinks it over
>”Did you have it on last night?”
Well… yes.
>Rarity ponders again for a moment
>”Well, you were within my eyesight pretty much the whole night, and I don’t ever remember you breaking it...”
>You were?
>And you didn’t break it?
>”You were asleep with Pinkie Pie for a little bit…—by the way, you were asleep with Pinkie Pie for a little bit.”
>A smile creeps to your face
>She’ll have to fill you in on that soon
>”So it couldn’t have happened while you were sleeping, right?”
>You shake your head
It’d be unlikely…
>She thinks some more
>”Then Fluttershy took you home… so—“
>Her eyes suddenly widen
>Like something hit her
>Her pupils shrink
>Then, for a split second, you think you see anger
>Only for a second
>Then it’s gone
What? What is it?
>She smiles at you
>”Nothing, darling. I just think maybe Fluttershy should be the one to ask about your broken bra. It really only could have happened with her.”
>You shake your head again
No, I asked her already, she doesn’t know.
>”Figures…” she mutters under her breath
What?
>”Nothing, dear!” She chirps cheerily, “come, let’s get you fitted for some cute new clothes!”

End of Part 5