Busty EqG Fluttershy Teasing, by Anon

I find the idea of Fluttershy teasing an easily flustered Anon really entertaining

>something something happens
>Anon ends up realizing how big her tatas are/seeing them directly
>they both end up flustered
>she catch him looking at her a lot more than usual
>still flustered and doesn't know what to do
>asks rarara/the other girls for advices
>ends up not to sure about what to do, but realizes that her tatas have way more power than she could've imagined
>and realizes that Anon may end up even more embarrassed than she is
>she proceeds by slowly, but surely showing him more and more
>takes a liking to the exhibitionism part, even more so when she realizes how good it feels to tease someone else for once and not being teased instead
Something like this, or maybe even [spoiler]shotAnon/freshman Anon and babysitter FS, not scared of him as she is of boys her age because he's so cute or something like that[/spoiler]


>she defeats her shyness thanks to how horny it makes her feel
>she started out rather tame, simply pressing her twins together whenever she saw you looking her way or even jumping up and down or pivoting left and right when she was sure no-one else but you were looking, grinning as she watched your eyes follow her mounds like a puppy would a steak
>and every little acts she would give you would end the same way, with you realizing she was watching and you turning away as fast as you can
>and she'd feel it every single time, this exhilarating warmth filling her chest as her heartrate would accelerate, thumping and thumping and then skipping a beat as your eyes would meet
>and then the butterflies that would come whenever you turned away, visibly flustered by her little display
>she used to hate them, they were big, cumbersome, heavy, she have had to change bras (and sometimes the rest of her wardrobe too!) at least three times these last few years, hell, even her last gala dress wouldn't fit her anymore!
>but now?
>she felt pride, she was proud to have them, they allowed her to have some sort of power on someone
>she's not a bully, she barely even tease her friends, ever, and she never thought she'd enjoy doing something like this
>and yet here she was, able to turn you into a stuttering mess, not unlike the way she is whenever she's the one ending up under the spotlight
>for the first time, she's the one on top, she's in control
>and she loves every last second of it
>so much that she ends up wanting more
>especially since you yourself ended up catching on to her little game
>so you redoubled your efforts in trying not to look at her
>and of course, it only ended up making it frustrating for her
>she wanted more, and you were doing everything you could to give her even less!
>so she decides to up her game


>but once again, slowly
>this is still Fluttershy after all
>she wants you to look, and what better way to do that than to talk to you?
>of course you knew each other by now, but you weren't what you'd call good friends, just the average male/female class relationship
>and so, the conversations started out as... awkward, to say the least
>not that the words were important anyway, all she wanted was for you to look at her, so discussing the weather or whatever aired on tv the day before was more than enough
>even if they often ended up one sided, with her grinning as you averted your gaze and found a way out, sometimes excusing yourself to the toilet or telling her that you need to get somewhere or talk to someone
>anything would do, really, anything but having to stay right there, in front of her
>sure, it was hot out, but why would she feel the need to wear a top so... revealing!
>how could you NOT look at it?
>and once again, she found exactly what she wanted
>and she quickly learned how to coax more and more from you
>simply leaning down to scratch at her knee or to pick up something from a desk was enough to make your eyes bulge out as she exposed more and more cleavage
>she would also cross her arms, and you'd be able to see the plump flesh giving way and marrying the shape of her arms as her limbs would slightly push the soft mounds up
>other times, she would hook a finger at her cleavage and pull on the fabric, complaining about the temperature and flashing you her bra at the same time
>and soon enough, she didn't even need to do any of it for you to look away from her
>she just needed to come up to you, say hi, and smile as she used a hand to pull that wild strand of hair that always ended up in front of her eyes back and behind her ear
>just the sight of her mischievous smile and that playful glint in her eyes was enough to flash your mind with all kinds of images your mind can't seem to shake


>and so your gaze would instantly drop, sometimes before you can even say hi back to her, and find the two perfect looking globes of flesh
>and just like that, she'd win again, your neck rolling at near straining speed as the rest of your body slowly followed to turn your back on her
>and sometimes, she'd giggle
>every time she did, you'd spend a good ten minutes wondering and pondering as to why she giggled
>was it at you? was she making fun of you?
>there's no way she would, her voice is just way too soft and gentle

>and as always, she'd enjoy all the little things you did greatly
>and as always, she'd end up wanting more
>and even through the teasing, you both ended up sharing good conversations, and you somehow grew closer, said conversations soon turning to more personal things, like what you did last weekend or how her critters were
>but this closeness ended up giving her even more tools to play with
>and maybe the most dangerous of all; skin contact

>and so, one fateful day, you find yourself sitting at your schooldesk, phone in hand, shitposting on some mongolian image hosting service while on lunch break