PowerfulStache - Fluttertwi's Unimportant Title

>Be Twilight
>Waiting for the halls to clear, while stuck in the janitor's closet with Fluttershy.
>Just got out of a sticky situation with the help of Anon.
>He must hate me so much right now.

"Twi, why did you think the band room was a good place to do that?"

>Fluttershy is damn cute when she's confused.

"I don't know. The library didn't work out so well last time, so I figured maybe the band room would be more, secluded."

"Oh, ok then. Do you think that Ms. Melody really bought that trap we tossed Anon into?"

>I swear she get's cuter every second

"Of course she did. Did you hear the way she was rambling off to Anon about the cello as we left? I feel kind of bad for him."

>The bell rings, giving us the all clear to get out of this closet.

"Let's get out of this musty hell-hole."

>As soon as we slide the door open, I get bumped into by Anon, who is walking back from the band room.

"Anon, how long ago did we see each other?"

"A period ago, when you pinned me into being a cellist for a while."

>My face lights up with surprise.

"We were in that closet for an HOUR? It felt like five minutes!"

"Well, time flies by when you're making devious escape plans. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have Biology to get to."

>Fluttershy, who stayed out of the conversation up till this point, decided to join in.

"Anon, sorry we got you into our mess. I'll pay for your coffee today, ok?"

"Thanks, Flutts, but you don't need to."

>He dashes off to Biology in hopes of avoiding any argument on the matter.

>Fluttershy crosses her arms disappointed.

"Well, that was rude and polite at the same time."

>After school is finally over, Fluttershy and I are headed out to the Cake Coffee Shop down the street.
>This place never ceased to cheer me up.
>We walk in to find a surprisingly happy Anon sitting in the shop next to some girl I've never seen before.
>I wave to get his attention.

"Hey Anon!"

>He glances over and begins to laugh uncontrollably.
>Why isn't he cross about what happened this morning?
>Wait a second... Isn't there only one other cello player in the ban-
>Anon you sly dog.
>Fluttershy and I walk over, her much more focused on who Anon is sitting with.

"Anon! How did the first day as a cellist go?"

"Great. Turns out there's only one other person who signed up for cello this year. Twilight and Fluttershy, this is Octavia. Octavia, this is Twilight and Fluttershy."

"Nice to meet you two. I'm guessing your good friends of Anon?"

>Fluttershy is beaming with excitement.

"Yeah. Nice to meet you."

>I turn around and see that the line is surprisingly short.

"Anon, we're gonna get some coffee and be back in a second."

"Yeah, getting you some coffee is the least we can do after this mor-"

>I immediately grab Fluttershy's hand and pull her with me into the line, waving a quick bye at Anon.

"Fluttershy, you do realize Octavia is the only other cellist besides Anon, right?

"Yes. Why?"

>I would annihilate my face with my hand if it wasn't in Fluttershy's.

"And Anon seems to be surprisingly happy about being a cellist, even though he has no interest in cello?"

>Fluttershy's face explodes with realization.

"Oh, on then. We can't let Octavia know Anon isn't too interested in cello."

"Exactly."

>I look over at the table, where Anon and Octavia are giving us an awkward look.

"Let's just get our coffee, go back, and have a seat."

"Sounds nice."

>After waiting in line for about two minutes, we finally are able to order our coffee."
>Mr. Cake is standing at the counter with an enormous grin on his face.

"What can I get you two?"

>Shit. In all this I hadn't even thought about what coffee I wanted.

"I'll have the decaf."

>Remembering what happened to Pinkie that one time she and Dash got competitive, I figured decaf seemed like a good idea.

"I'll have the same."

>Mr. Cake grins and walks off seeming extra happy about something.
>Whatever. It's probably just something going on in his life.
>He walks back about two minutes later with the coffee and an even bigger grin than before.

"Here you go girls. Be sure not to drink too quick. Remember what happened to Pinkie?"

>As much as I'd like to forget that horrifying experience, it keeps popping back up.

>I walk back off to the table with Fluttershy and takes a seat across from Anon.
>I take a sip out of my coffee.
>He seems like he just cannot stop laughing about something.
>Even super-serious seeming Octavia starts to crack up a bit.

"Anon, what's so absolutely hilarious?"

>He just cannot contain himself.

"It's your coffee, Twi."

>My expression quickly changes from confusion to one of fear.
>Mr. Cake sure seemed happy about that coffee he gave us.

"Anon, what did you do to it?"

"Me? I didn't do anything. You should bring that one up with Mr. Cake."

>As soon as he finished that sentence, my stomach began to lurch a little bit.
>What the hell did Mr. Cake put in it?
>I look over at Fluttershy, who didn't take a sip out of the coffee.

"Oh shit."

>That's it, my stomach couldn't handle it anymore.
>I quickly got up and limped over into the bathroom.
>This is not going to feel nice.
>I rush into the stall and finally release what had been coming for the past 30 seconds.
>After that fiasco was over, I tumbled out of the bathroom feeling like shit, just about ready to punch Anon in the face.
>He now looks genuinely concerned.

"What the hell, Anon? Was it seriously that bad?"

>He walks over and tries to help me walk, but I push him away.

"I'm confused here. All I told Mr. Cake to do was to put something really spicy in your coffee."

"Well, obviously it was just a little bit more than that!"

>I walk towards the door, beckoning Fluttershy to come with me.
>At this point, half the people in the shop are staring at us, but I don't care.
>Fluttershy gets up and walks out the door with me.
"Twilight, I don't think Anon meant for that to happen."

"I picked up on that. What I'm confused about is that if Anon was happy as a cellist, why did he pull that prank?"

>Fluttershy stops for a second, and looks at the ground, seemingly deep in thought.

"Shy, what are you doing?"

"Uh, ah, nothing!"

>She looks back up and starts walking down that sidewalk again as if that never happened.

>Fluttershy is acting really damn suspicious.
>Wait a second...
>Could she have...
>No, no.
>Why would she have?
>No, it was Anon for sure.
>He even admitted to it.
>Fuck, why am I thinking about this so deeply?
>I jog up to Fluttershy, who is pretty far ahead right now.

"So, what do you make of what happened back there?"

>She stops for a second and does that look of pure panic she does when she guy's scared, gulps, and turns around facing me.

"I think Anon wanted to pull a harmless prank, but Mr. Cake went too far with it."

>Still not making any sense, but I disregard the topic for now and continue walking with her.

"When I came out of the bathroom, you were talking to that one Octavia girl, right?"

"Um, yeah. She already knew that Anon didn't intend to be a cellist with her, but she said it was really funny."

>Sounds believable, considering she was likely in on the prank.

"Alright, Shy. Now, weren't we in the middle of something, when a cello got in the way?"

>I give my best sexy smile, which turns out to look really awkward.
>Fluttershy has a look of pure surprise on her face.

"Twilight, I can't! Um, I mean, not now! I have, um, homework to do!"

>She grips her backpack tightly and begins to run off towards her house.
>That was weird.
>Fluttershy isn't acting normal at all.
>Normal Fluttershy would have reached right for the dildo in the front pocket of her backpack.
>Well, she's going to get some /retribution/ tomorrow, if I can get her to confess or find evidence of what she did.
>I really need to find my mistress costume.
>Well, time to start an investigation of this shenanigans.
>I follow her unnoticed until she get's home and runs into her house crying.
>Peeking in from the window, I see her run upstairs to her room.
>Dammit, why didn't I think this over better?

>Unlike when I had to do this with Rarity, there are no trees around.
>Looking up, I see Fluttershy climb out onto the roof holding her bunny, Angel.
>Ohshithide.
>Looking around, I see a small bush to hide behind.
>I quickly dive over to it and hide, right as Fluttershy looks down.

"Did you hear something, Angel?"

>The bunny squeaks and hops up and down, making a surprisingly loud noise.
>How much does Shy feed that thing?

"Oh, it must have been nothing then. I still can't believe I did that to Twilight and Anon. She must think that it was all his fault, and that I didn't do anything. Poor Anon."

>Well, I have my proof, but I figure I should stick around and listen.

"Angel, you don't think I'm a bad person, do you?"

>Is she seriously talking to a bunny?
>Not implying I don't talk to my books.
>So much cheaper than a psychiatrist.

"Angel, could do me a favor?"

>The bunny squeaks loudly and hops some more.

"Notify our little friend Twilight down there we know she's there."

Oh shit.
>She knows.
>And she knows I know.
>Typical Fluttershy.
>I hear a loud bump on the dirt right in front of my bush.
>Can't move, at all.

"Twilight, I know you're down there. Nobody would dive that awkwardly into a bush to stalk me but you."

>She's more attentive than she looks.
>I still refuse to stand up, hearing Angel's tiny feet get closer and closer to the bush.
>I know what will happen if Fluttershy confirms that I am here.
>I can't tell if I'm excite or scared or both.
>Angel doesn't seem to be hopping towards me anymore.
>As soon as I begins I let out a sigh of relief, a white blur of what is Angel the ninja bunny hops over the bush and bucks me right in the face.
>I fall flat on the ground, and my face is pushed right into the pile of mud that was forming below me.
>Drearily, I begin to get up when I am pounded hard in the back of the head by Angel.

>Fucking Fluttershy.
>As soon as I'm awake, I can already tell I'm in one of Fluttershy's crazy ass contraptions.
>Damn, she is kinky.

"Wake up, Twilight Sparkle. Wake up, and smell the ashes."

>Why did I ever get her into Half-Life?

"Fluttershy, I know this is your thing, but not again."

"What is it, Twi? Not willing to live up to your punishment?"

>Is she seriously pushing this all on me?

"Punishment? You infected my coffee and made me puke. Why?"

"Remember what happened in the band room, this morning? When you decided it was a good idea to push it in dry?"
>I don't remember Fluttershy being so uptight about things like this.

"So that's what this is about. I accidentally made you break a cello, so know you've got me tied up in your bondage machine? Shy, what DON'T you have in your shed?"

>She stops for a second, scanning around the room.

"Well, for one, I don't have you legs open yet. Let me change that."

>Now, actually having a look around me, I can see that I'm most definitely in Fluttershy's shed.
>Fluttershy stole my mistress costume and is wearing it.
>I'm also half naked with ropes tied to my limbs holding me down.
>Where the hell does she get these ideas?
>Fluttershy does a cute little dance over to me.
>Even when she is getting ready for bondage she is adorable.

"Now, now, Twilight. Open up you legs."

>Well, she IS the one with the mistress costume.
>I open up my legs, complying with her commands.

"Good girl."

>She walks over to her back pack, rumbling though the front pocket.

"Is it here?"

>Fluttershy whips out a copy of The Orange Box and tosses behind her to the ground.

"Could this be it?"

>She pulls out a vial of a brownish liquid, and puts it straight back into the bag.

"Ah, here it is!"

>Fluttershy drags a large technicolor dildo out of the front pocket.
>Typical Fluttershy.

"Twilight, do you remember that one party at Vinyl's when you freaked out and did the strangest dance ever?"

>I only slightly recall the events of that night.
>All I'm sure of is that Vinyl sure knows how to party.

"Only bits and pieces. Why do you mention that, Mistress?"

>Fluttershy seems very pleased with me calling her Mistress.

"You might get some memories back after this, then."

>She does yet another adorable dance of to me, this time being sure to include waving the dildo everywhere to it.
>I might fucking orgasm just from seeing that dance.
>By the time Fluttershy finishes her dance and is over, I'm already soaking wet from arousal.

"You've been a good girl so far. Here's a little reward for your good behavior."

>Fluttershy reaches into her pants and LITERALLY pulls a bottle of lotion out of her ass.

"Mistress, you never cease to confuse and arouse me at the same time."

>She smiles as she begins to run lotion all over her hands.

"You know the way I operate."

>As soon as she is done applying the lotion to her hands, she begins to rip off my top.
>Damn, this is going to be amazing.
>I've wrote fanfictions like this thousands of times.
>She quickly finishes her job of managing to get my shirt off, applying down extra lotion to compensate for the amount that came off in the process of removing my top.
>Fluttershy clears her throat and starts up her terrible Australian accent impression.

"Crikey, mates! What do we have here?"

>I cannot contain myself and I start cracking up immensely.

"Shh, mate. You don't want to scare off the hands, do you?"

>I shut my trap and stare at Fluttershy as she moves her hands slowly towards my breasts.
>Her oily hands take hold of them, rubbing her palms around on my nipples.
>Remembering her orders to stay quiet, I bite my tongue trying to not completely lose it.

>As Fluttershy continues to moisturize my tits, I finally let out a short yelp of pleasure.
>She stops what she's doing immediately and takes a step back.
>I catch my breath and start panting heavily, getting a feeling this isn't going to be an easy ride.

"You scared off the hands, mate! Be sure not to frighten the fingers! They have nasty bite."

"Y-yes, Mistress."

>This is not how things normally go.
>I guess Fluttershy has been taking notes after what happened at the pool with Pinkie Pie this summer.
>Good times.
>Squatting down, Fluttershy examines my skirt, pulling it down and stretching it greatly.
>She hasn't even entered yet and I'm already feeling tense.
>After the skirt is very awkwardly removed, Fluttershy moves her face close up my soaking panties and takes a good sniff at the gist of it.

"Things seem to be getting steamy down under, eh?"

>Using only her left hand, Fluttershy magically managed to get my panties off, leaving me completely naked.

>Fluttershy stands back up, and holds out her fingers right in front of my mouth.

"You have 30 seconds to make them as wet as you can before I go in. Go."

>I immediately shove my neck forward as far as I can, taking in the length of Fluttershy's index and middle fingers.
>She begins to push her fingers deeper into my mouth, while I rotate my tongue around her middle three fingers.
>Her fingers are now completely engulfed by my mouth, and soaking wet.

"Time's up."

>Fluttershy yanks her fingers out of my mouth, and stands right pack up, gaining her posture back.

"Good girl. You really seem to want meet to dip my fingers deep into you"

>Fluttershy crouches back down, with her fingers soaking wet and ready to enter.

>I feel like I'm almost about to explode.

"Easy, mate. The fingers won't bite unless you make them."

>I'll be lucky if I can last a minute without screaming out.
>She's got her fingers right up to my slit right now.

"Geronimo!"

>And with that, she plunges her fingers right into my pussy.
>I bite down on my tongue quickly and probably should have cut it in half.
>Fluttershy begins to quicken her motions, moving in and out with relative ease due to the overload of lubrication I created.
>I'm not sure what's going to get me first: the pleasure or the pain.
>Probably both at the same time.
>Fluttershy decides to add in a third finger, making me to absolutely bonkers.

"You're being very obedient, girl. You'll be able to pipe up soon enough.

>Using her free hand, Shy grabs the dildo she placed down earlier.
>She rubs the toy right underneath where she is fingering me, covering it completely with my juices.

"This, right here, is for me."

>Fluttershy, with a technicolor dildo in one hand and my pussy in the other, get's on all fours to get comfortable for what was about to go down.
>I don't think she is too focused on me making noise anymore.
>Shy takes the dildo and fondles it around for a couple of seconds before lining it up with her vag.

"I'm feeling risky this afternoon. GERONIMO!!!"

>She shoves the dildo deep into her vag, doing alternating strokes with herself and me.
>I finally let out a loud moan, succumbing to the pleasure.
>Fluttershy doesn't care anymore at this point: she's too lost in her pit of pleasure to make any understandable sound.
>My instincts take over as I feel myself approaching the finish.
>Fluttershy realizes this and begins to pick up the pace on the strokes.
>I feel my limbs losing all control and flailing everywhere lost in pure ecstasy.
>She leans in and begins licking the top of my vag, gently touching the clitoris.
>That's it, I've lost control of my body.
>Feeling my orgasm beginning, I let out a loud cry as I begin to release onto Fluttershy's face and fingers.
>The pool of fluids on the floor piles up and makes Fluttershy slip, becoming covered in the puddle of fluids on the floor.
>At a complete loss of energy, I pass out thinking about how I'm going to write a story about this later.