Yellowquiet - Flutterpie

>be fluttershy
>you’ve been friends with twilight, rarity, applejack, rainbow dash, and pinkie pie for about a year now
>you still have no idea how this happened, you’re all from different cliques
>the moment you guys started hanging out though, something just clicked
>you love all of your friends equally
>except one
>pinkie pie is everything you wish you could be; outgoing, friendly, cheerful, cute, fun, sexy
>you really shouldn’t think of your friend as sexy! she’s your friend
>but she has a really nice ass, bouncy tits, beautiful blue eyes, cute hair, and she always somehow smells like cinnamon
>honestly it’s not fair, how are you supposed to NOT find her hot
>you’d love to go on a date with her or something, but you have no idea how to ask something like that of anyone in the first place, let alone one of your friends
>plus, going out with someone in your circle of friends would totally fuck up the dynamic of the group
>so you have to steal glances at her when you’re sure nobody is looking
>like that one time you looked up her skirt when you two were checking out books at the library
>she was wearing a really cute pair of pink panties
>just thinking about it makes you want to…
“fluttershy?”
>eeep
>shit, that’s right, english class
"could you repeat that, please"
"are you paying attention, fluttershy?"
>oh, ha ha
"well, that is uh, um, not exactly, no."
>everyone in the class turns to you
>cherilee glares at you
>you feel the blood rushing to your head, it's hard to meet anyone's gaze
>being the center of attention fucking sucks
>be pinkie pie
>you love all of your friends equally
>all 102 of them
>oh wait just a minute
"hi there! i'm pinkie pie! i don't think i've seen you around! what's your name?"
>this guy, who's name you find out is norman, recently moved here, and he's having trouble getting used to all the little eccentricities of canterlot high
>you show him the ropes
>be pinkie pie
>you love all of your friends equally
>all 103 of them
>ok though, that's not entirely true, there's five of your friends in particular you really get along with
>and in your group, there's one in particular you really like
>fluttershy cares so much about all her friends, she is the nicest person you know, everything she says is well thought out, unlike when you run your tongue
>also every time your eyes meet hers your heart beats twice as fast
>you need to do something about this, or you're going to go crazy
>like, ask her on a date or kiss her, or something
>you just hope that she reciprocates your feelings
>be fluttershy again
>you, pinkie and applejack are walking home from school
>you all live a fair ways away from the nearest bus stop, so the walk is kinda long
>having a couple friends to chat with during these walks is nice
>you talk about assignments, school drama, and whatever else comes up
>well, to be honest, pinkie and applejack do most of the talking, while you take in what they have to say
>eventually applejack reaches a turn in the road, though, and it's just you and pinkie pie
>you walk side by side for a while in amiable silence
>this is the one part of the day that pinkie seems content not to talk
>eventually you reach your house
>to be honest you don't want to see pinkie go
"hey pinkie, do you want to stay over at my place tonight, like a sleepover, kinda, i mean if you want to, it's ok if you don't"
>wow you did not just say that
>this is so awkward, she's going to say no and things are going to be weird now and
"that sounds awesome fluttershy!"
>oh gosh
>yay!
>wait what will your parents say
>no this wasn't a good idea after all
>she's going to say no and then you're going to need to tell pinkie she can't stay over after all and it's going to be a disaster
"lemme just call my parents real quick, i'm sure i can stay over"
>ok you should probably check with your parents too
"oh, well i'll go tell m-my mom you're staying over"
>you walk inside
>you can feel yourself trembling with every step you take towards the living room
"m-mom?"
>your parents say it's alright to have pinkie over, they bring up a sleeping bag and mattress to your room so she has somewhere to stay
>pinkie's parents are ok with it too
>you're both up in your room now
>your mind is inevitably drifting towards the thing you normally do to unwind from a stressful school day
>will pinkie be ok with it?
>you're in a brave mood today
"pinkie, uh, have you ever smoked marijuana before?"
"what's a mare-ah-wah-nah?"
>has she seriously never smoked weed before
"well it's kinda like alcohol, except a bit different... it makes you really happy, and usually a little hungry, and sometimes it's a bit harder to string together and uh"
"well it does a lot of things, i find it really helps me relax if i've had a hard day"
"sounds fun! so how do we do it?"
>wow, that was fast
>you bring out your bong, put a little weed into the bowl, and demonstrate how to use it to pinkie
>she takes a large hit and starts coughing hysterically
"fluttershy *cough* i thoug*cough* thought you said this was fun, this mostly just hurts my throat though"
"just be a bit patient pinkie. while we wait for it to kick in, i'm going to go make a couple sandwiches"
>you walk downstairs and make a couple of your favorite sandwich; cucumber, tomato, lettuce, and mayonnaise
>you walk back upstairs with your sandwiches
>as you walk into your room, you notice pinkie sitting on the floor, resting her back on the wall
>her eyes look up at you in shock, then relief, and finally ending with a stern gaze
"fluttershy, are those... sandwiches?"
"yes, pinkie, would you like one?"
>she looks up at you with wide eyes
"oh my god, fluttershy. you're the nicest... how did you know i'd..."
>...
"yes, please"
>you hand pinkie a sandwich
>she takes a bite, and her eyes go wide
>she begins to slowly chew her food, closing her eyes
>pinkie's really cute when she's eating
"mmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
>she just moaned into her sandwich
>you're getting off on one of your best friends eating
>fuck you love weed
>you eat your own sandwich and it is crunchy and delicious
"fluttershy, you know how i'm happy almost all the time, right?"
"yeah, of course."
"well this is like, being happier than that. i've ascended to another level of happy."
"how's your sandwich, pinkie?"
"THIS SANDWICH, IS THE BEST SANDWICH."
>pinkie suddenly furrows her brow
>she thinks by herself for a minute, then looks up to you
"fluttershy... do you think you can make more?"
"more sandwiches?"
"yes, more sandwiches."
"sure thing!"
"oh my god thank you sooo muchhhhhhh"
>pinkie gets up and hugs you
>she's soft and you can feel your breasts being pushed again hers
>pinkie hugs really hard
>your bodies press together tight, and oh my god this is so hot
>shit, right, sandwiches
"pinkie, i'm gonna go make those sandwiches now, okay?"
"OKAY!"
>pinkie yells into your ear as she lets go of you jumps backwards
>you go make some sandwiches
>peanut butter and jelly, a blt (without the b), banana and peanut butter, nutella and peanut butter, and doritos and chocolate ice cream
>these are going to be so good
>you and pinkie eat the sandwiches for a while
>pinkie raves about the doritos and chocolate ice-cream one
"you wouldn't think this would be tasty together, but it totally is!"
"fluttershy, this is literally the best sandwich i have had in my entire life"
>something about the graveness of that statement makes you crack up
>pinkie starts laughing at you laughing
>then you're laughing that she's laughing at you laughing
>five minutes later you're both on the floor, panting, and chuckling occasionally
>suddenly you realize pinkie is right next to you
>her breath tickling your ear
>her hand over your breast
>your breath catches in your throat, and you feel a knot in your stomach
>suddenly you're taking deep breaths, your body tingling with nervousness
>you turn your eyes over to pinkie
>she's still giggling to herself
>you should say something
>anything
"pinkie, do you think i'm... pretty?"
>oh crap not that
>pinkie looks at you incredulously
>she's taking forever to formulate a response
>god that was a dumb thing to ask
>you just made everything really awkward
>but she still isn't moving her hand
"yeah"
>[hyperventilating intensifies]
"i think you're pretty too, pinkie"
>your eyes meet
>there's something in the air that puts the hair on the back of your neck on end
>no, you must be reading this wrong
>there's no way
>you're suddenly aware of how hot your and pinkie's bodies are
>she trails her hand along your breast and down your stomach
>your panties are suddenly really wet
>all this time you've kept your eyes on pinkie's
>she closes her eyes and starts to lean in
>oh shit you're going to kiss
>what were you ever worried about?
>you stay like that for a while, kissing on the ground
>until you realize it's actually kinda extremely awkward
>pinkie picks you up by your legs, and your hands instinctively reach around her back to hold steady
>she drops you on the bad and you fall backwards with her, and suddenly your bodies are completely against each other, pinkie on top of you
>you try trailing your fingers through her hair, but it's a tangled mess
>you settle with grabbing a couple handfuls and pulling her towards you
>suddenly she breaks apart from you and sits up, straddling you

>be pinkie
>fluttershy is looking up at you with bedroom eyes and that's really fucking hot
>you were worried about her not liking you?
>you grab her white tank-top and pull it over her head, revealing a pink bra
>you lift up her skirt to look at her panties
>they're a cute pair of pink panties, and they're totally soaking wet
>devilish ideas of what to do to the expecting girl under you flood your head
>you let her squirm for a few seconds, until you can't control yourself anymore
>you reach behind her and unclasp her bra, revealing her breasts, a cute C cup
>your head darts down immediately to her breast, sucking on her nipple
>she squeaks with surprise at first, but after a few seconds starts moaning
>you can feel the vibrations from her moan run through her body
>for some reason that is really fucking hot
>you lift your skirt up and press your pussy against hers
>and start moving
"ohh my god pinkie"
>her voice is so soft, yet so full of lust
>she makes you so horny shit
>and right now, she's all yours
>you kneed her breast with one hand, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh, while the other hand peels off her panties and throws them on the floor
>oh my god you just had the best idea
>you jump off the bed
>fluttershy groans
>you look back at her and smile, grabbing her bong off her desk
>you fill the bowl with weed and grab a lighter
>then you position yourself back on top of fluttershy
>you take a hit, then lean down to fluttershy, breathing the smoke into her mouth
>she breaths in, and then exhales it through her nose
>the smoke dances around your head, and makes the air smell awesome
>yeah, that was a good idea
>you continue reverently kissing fluttershy, enjoying the taste of her lips, and mouth
>every time you break off, she gasps for breath, and it's beautiful
>you want to make her feel as good right now as she makes you feel every day
>you break off and crack a devilish smile as your mind fills with ideas
>dirty, dark, perverted ideas
>you start gyrating your pussy against hers, loving the feeling it brings to your crotch; hot, tingling, wet
>while you do this you lightly flick her nipples with your fingers
>every time you do this she lets out a barely audible "eeep"
>it's one of the cutest sounds you've ever heard
>you move your hips up and slip your hand into her pussy
>you make love to her with your hands for as long as you can
>then you fuck her with them
>she grasps the bedsheets, and they bunch around her fingers
>she's biting her lips nearly hard enough to draw blood, and her eyes are completely shut
>you must be doing something right
>then she starts moaning, each sound urging you to fuck her harder
"oh my god pinkie, if you keep that up i'm going to, i'm gonna cum!"
>good
>you trail your hand down her stomach until you reach her clit, then start rubbing it vigorously
>she's bucking her hips into you now
"oh pinkie, pinkie, pinkie, yes, yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyes
>she comes her back arching into the air, moaning loudly
>that was the most fun thing you've ever done
>basking in the afterglow of your nervousness, happiness, relief, and marijuana, you fall asleep with fluttershy in your arms