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- >You are Rarity
- >And this may be some of your best work yet!
- >Femanon stands before you, demoing the various articles of clothing you’ve quickly whipped up for her
- >A formal dress, a pair of pajamas, shorts, a new T-Shirt, cute underwear, and some more “bras”
- >And they all look so adorable on her!
- >She twists and turns around in the last of the clothing, a cute blouse and a tight pair of dark blue jeans
- >”These are some of the best clothes I’ve ever worn!” Femanon exclaims, viewing herself in the mirror, “I can’t thank you enough, Rare!”
- >You giggle excitedly
- Your happiness is thanks enough for me, dear!
- >You cheer
- You look absolutely a-DORE-able!
- >She turns to you, her face turning a light shade of red
- >You beam a bright, wide smile at her
- >It’s true, you are really happy for her, and she looks marvelous in them
- >But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t faking it a little
- >Not because of her
- >But because of Fluttershy
- >Your mind wanders to the bra
- >You made her two or three of them
- >That hook in the back was a little tricky
- >You don’t think you, or anyp0ny else you know, would know how to work it just by looking at it
- >And it happened to break in the back sometime during the night
- >Sometime after Femanon had left
- >Oh yes, you have a hunch who broke it
- >And a hunch why
- >”How can I ever repay you?” Femanon asks, picking up her new clothing in a bag
- >You giggle
- By taking your flank over to Pinkie’s in that new blouse!
- >She smiles and puts her hand over her eyes
- >”Right now?” she asks with a laugh
- >You nod happily
- Oh I’m sure she’d love to see you after last night, darling. Who knows, maybe she remembers the cuddles.
- >You give her a wink at that mention
- >She blushes even more furiously
- >Oh yes, you told her all about that
- >How you put the two of them together in bed
- >And how Pinkie Pie was so anxious to snuggle with her friend Femanon
- >It gave you real hope
- >Now Femanon just has to act upon it
- Plus, dear, I have some things I need to attend to now anyway, so you’d have to be on your way regardless.
- >She smiles
- >”Okay, I gotcha, Rare!”
- >She heads towards the door, opens it, waves goodbye, and leaves
- >You breathe out a happy exhale, smiling
- >Which quickly turns upside-down
- >Fluttershy…
- >You levitate the broken bra over to you and stomp out of the room yourself
- >How could you have trusted her? How could you make such a grave mistake?
- >You make your way through P0nyville with quick pace
- >Through the corner of your eye, you see Femanon knocking on the door to Sugarcube Corner before being let it
- >You sigh
- >She probably has no idea…
- >And that’s for the best…
- >You turn down to the path towards Fluttershy’s cottage
- >You just hope not much else other than breast fondling happened…
- >Approaching the babbling brook and traveling over the bridge, you ready your hoof for a knock
- >A quick bang or two later, you hear Fluttershy behind the door
- >”Coooming~” she says in a singsongy voice
- >She sounds to be in a good mood…
- >The door swings open, and a happy yellow p0ny greets you
- >”Oh, good morning, Rarity,” she says with a cheer
- >Your face opposes hers
- Hello.
- >You make your way into her cottage, pushing her out of the way as you
- >Fluttershy, with much confusion, closes the door and trots up to you
- >”R-Rarity, what’s the matter?”
- >You turn to her, then levitate the broken bra up to her to see
- >Her aura of happiness diminishes nearly instantaneously
- >Her pupils shrink and she covers her mouth with her hooves
- >You raise an eyebrow at her
- >”Wh-Wh-Why do you have F-Femanon’s b-bra with y-you…?” She sputters out
- >You scoff at her and begin making your way to her staircase
- I don’t know,
- >You say with a hint of facetiousness,
- why is it broken in the first place?
- >She takes to the air and begins fluttering next to you as you walk
- >”I’m… I’m not sure! M-Maybe she broke it w-when she—“
- Fluttershy,
- >You interrupt,
- you and I both know that bra wasn’t broken at the party. I had my eyes on her the whole time.
- >Fluttershy darts her eyes left and right
- >You begin ascending the stairs
- >”M-Maybe it happened in her sleep? O-Or when sh-she was with Pinkie?”
- >You shake your head
- >Reaching the top of the stairs, you turn to her again
- Fluttershy, dear,
- >You drone the “dear” for added sarcastic effect
- if that’s the case,
- >You levitate the bra up to her face, flinging it around so the dangling straps are visible
- do you mind explaining to me why there are deep bite marks all over the fabric here?
- >She “eeps,” and drops out of the air, hitting the ground
- >You fling the bra down the stairs, and turn into Fluttershy’s room
- >Instantly upon entering the room, a smell hits your sensitive nostrils
- >Hay and pine needles…
- >And…
- >…some other, unidentifiable musky smell
- >You know already what that means
- >Your heart sinks a little
- Fluttershy… you didn’t…
- >She flies into the room
- >”What!? I d-didn’t do a-anything!”
- >She flies in between you and the bed
- >Her attempts are pitifully obvious, and frankly, rather embarrassing for her
- >You surround her with your aura of magic and push her aside
- >Approaching the bed, you ready your horn
- >What was that spell again…?
- >…aha
- >You illuminate the sheets in a dark blue light
- >…good heavens…
- >You gaze upon the spread with disgust
- >The sheets are… coated with juices
- >It’s… an absolute mess
- >The lower half is drenched and stained, with splotches outlining a pair of legs, and a few dribbles trailing off the bed, implying a kind of…
- >…squirt
- >”I… I…”
- Fluttershy…
- >You back away from the bed, removing your spell
- >The sheets return to their perfectly clean looking appearance
- You… you didn’t just remove her bra…
- >”No! I mean Yes! I mean, I didn’t—“
- Did…
- >You turn to her
- >Her face reads and reacts to yours
- >A face of utter disgust and astonishment
- Did you… violate her?
- >She’s panicking
- >”Well… well I…”
- >She stutters and mumbles a bit
- >”There w-wasn’t any… pen… pena… I didn’t put anything in—“
- Good heavens!
- >You turn around and march out the door
- >You can’t believe what you’re hearing
- >That Fluttershy was capable of this…
- >”It was o-only my mouth…!”
- >She chases you down the stairs
- >”Please don’t tell her!”
- >You snap your head toward her
- >No words come out
- >You sit in disbelief for a moment
- >It’s still all coming down on you
- >”I… it sounded like… she liked it…”
- >She twiddles her hooves
- Fluttershy…
- >There’s no anger in your voice anymore
- >Anger was snatched away with your breath and belief long ago
- …she wasn’t even… conscious…
- >”But—“
- She didn’t even… she doesn’t even…
- >”But she said that she had feelings—“
- Not for you!
- >You finally snap out
- >Fluttershy darts back at your sudden outburst and hides behind her mane
- >You gather your emotions
- >You sigh
- She only thinks of you as a friend, Fluttershy. I told you this last night! What would she think if she found out you performed cunnilingus on her sleeping body!?
- >”S-She doesn’t need to kn-know!” She bellows frantically
- >You ready a yell
- >But stop yourself
- >…can you really tell her?
- >Worry her? Outrage her?
- >Would this ruin her chances with Pinkie Pie in some way?
- >How would she react?
- >Would revealing this be fair to her at all…?
- >Would she even believe you?
- >You close your mouth and avert your eyes
- >Fluttershy has read your face during thought
- >”So… we won’t tell her…?”
- >You look to the ground
- >Then up to Fluttershy
- >Then out the door
- >…
- …stay away from her, Fluttershy. She’ll stay with me or Pinkie now. Just…
- >You turn to look her in the eye
- Don’t go near her.
- >She looks into your eyes
- >Hers show concern and worry
- >But… that changes
- >Her eyes blank, and bore deep into yours
- >Like she’s reading you
- >Then… she smiles
- >…a devious smile
- >An expression most unlike Fluttershy…
- >”You don’t want to tell her, do you?” She says in a cold voice
- >It rattles up your spine, catching you off-guard
- What…?
- >”You can’t, huh? Something’s stopping you.”
- >Where did this come from…?
- I… I will, if I have to…!
- >Your attempted threat falls flat
- >Fluttershy smiles wider
- >”No, you can’t. And you won’t, will you?”
- No, I… I…
- >”She loves me,” she interrupts, “she may not realize it yet, but she does. I’ll show her soon.”
- >You stare at her speechless
- >”Go ahead, take her into your home. She doesn’t need to live with me.”
- >She trots over to the bra, which has landed neatly on the ground
- “But she trusts me. You can’t stop her from seeing me, and in that time, I’ll show her what my love means.”
- >She picks up the bra, smirking condescendingly at you, and inhales into it deeply
- >Your stomach churns at the sight
- >After her inhale, her entire demeanor changes
- >She smiles brightly and cheerily
- >”Goodbye, Rarity, see you soon!”
- >She turns her back to you and trots back up her stairs
- >…
- >You stand by the doorway
- >Speechless
- >Mind in scrambles
- >After a few moments, you turn around and leave, shutting the door behind you
- >Your mind begins to race as you walk
- >The way she acted…
- >…you’ve never seen her that way before
- >Not since after that minotaur’s lessons, at least…
- >So assertive…
- >You kick yourself as you walk
- >Darn it, Rarity! You showed weakness! You showed weakness and she used it to her advantage!
- >You enter into town, still in thought
- >She wants to keep this a secret… at least for now… and any leverage you could have used vaporized when she caught on to your desire to keep it a secret as well…
- >You approach your boutique
- >With a hung head, you glance over to Sugarcube Corner
- >…
- >You sigh
- >…she can take care of herself…
- >Just be a supportive friend for now, Rarity
- >Focus on helping her with Pinkie
- >You enter your shop
- >…and keep an eye out for Fluttershy…
- >The door shuts
- >You are Femanon
- >And you just arrived at Pinkie’s restaurant, new clothing ready for wearing!
- >You knock on the door, straighten out your blouse, readjust your new bra, and wait
- >The door swings open, and cute lil’ pink p0ne is there to greet you
- >She looks in great shape
- >You’d never be able to tell she was plastered the night before
- >She looks up to you and gasps
- >”Hi Emmy!”
- >She practically grabs you and pulls you in
- >You stumble into the house and laugh
- Whoa, Pinkie, easy!
- >She trots past you and giggles
- >”Did you have fun last night?!” She calls as she heads toward the kitchen
- >You follow her
- I sure did! I had a blast!
- >She giggles her classic Pinkie giggle
- >”That’s great!”
- >You both enter into the kitchen
- >Looks like Pinkie Pie has started up some morning baking
- >Without a word about it, you put your bag of clothing down, get an apron, and begin helping
- >Pinkie turns to you
- >”But how come you left so early?” She says, with a more mellow tone
- >You catch this, and try to hit minor damage control
- I-I’m not sure! I don’t actually remember what happened… according to Rarity, we both passed out in your bed, then Fluttershy took me home.
- >She looks at you with a content smile
- If I was awake for the decision, I would have insisted on staying!
- >She smiles even brighter
- >”Aww, that’s sweet, Emmy!”
- >She begins frosting some cupcakes
- >You head over to the oven and take out some cookies
- So…
- >You begin
- Do you actually remember much of what happened last night?
- >She giggles
- >”Not too much! But some!”
- >You look to her
- >Her back is turned to you, continuing to frost her baked goods
- >A smile creeps to your lips
- Oh yeah? Like what?
- >You bring the cookies to the counter and place them next to her
- >She looks up to you with her big, blue eyes
- >”Well!”
- >She places the froster down, puts a hoof to her lips, and thinks
- >”I remember drinking LOTS of cider with you! Then it gets fuzzy… but then I remember asking you to come nap with me, after Rarity suggested it…”
- >She pauses
- >You wait
- >…she locks eyes with you
- >”Then we snuggled!”
- >She closes her eyes and smiles wide, then picks up her froster again and continues frosting
- >You stand there with your mouth open
- >Pinkie seems oblivious to this
- >So she remembers…?
- >…she seems… indifferent to it…
- >Or… happy about it?
- >You can never tell with Pinkie
- >You decide to prod a little more
- So…
- >You reach over and take one of her fresh cupcakes
- >You know she doesn’t mind one bit
- Was I a good cuddler?
- >You take a bite of the delicious pastry
- >She turns back to you and giggles
- >”Only the best!”
- >Your heart warm to this
- Oh yeah?
- >”Mhmm!” She exclaims with cheery, closed eyes
- >She opens them, and they meet with yours
- >”We should snuggle more often, Emmy,” she says
- >Your heart skips a beat
- >Wait a minute…
- >”Wouldn’t that be fun?”
- >Your eyes are still locked
- >She drops her eyelids halfway, giving, what you interpret, to be a kind of sultry expression
- Um, uh y-yeah!
- >Her lips curl slowly up
- >Then, as abruptly as the expression started—
- >”Okie Dokie Lokie!”
- >It transforms back to standard Pinkie
- >She redirects her attention back to her cupcakes
- >You stare at her in awe
- >Speechless
- >Was that…?
- >”How are they, Emmy?” Pinkie asks
- Uh, what…?
- >You look down to the bitten cupcake in your hand
- Oh! They’re delicious!
- >You laugh nervously
- >”Perfect!”
- >She takes the fresh tray and places them in the fridge
- >You carry your tray of cookies and store them as well
- >Pinkie takes off her apron and shakes her mane a bit
- >It bounces beautifully in place
- >”Well, that’s all the baking I need to do for today!”
- >You nod, and take your apron off as well
- >She springs out of the kitchen, and you follow behind her
- >”Hey Emmy! There’s something I’ve wanted to ask you…” she inquires as she continues to spring
- >You avert your eyes from her bouncing plot
- Sure, what is it, Pinkie?
- >She lands on the ground and speeds over to you
- >Wrapping a front leg around your waist, she lifts up your hand and carefully observes it
- >”These! Hands, right?” She asks, not breaking eye contact with your right grabber
- >This is… abrupt
- Yes, my… hands.
- >She drops it and looks up to you
- >”They must be really useful, huh?”
- >You nod
- I… guess. Can’t compare them to anything else, personally. But yes, fingers do have their uses.
- >She smiles
- >”Okay! Just as I thought!”
- >You laugh a little
- >Pinkie Pie is so random…
- >”Well,” she starts, turning her back to you and trotting towards the stairs, “after last night and this morning, I could really use a shower!”
- >A shower?
- >Your hearts sinks a little
- >But you only just got here…
- >You hide your disappointment quickly
- Yeah, that’s okay.
- >You eye your bag at the kitchen entrance
- I’ll see you later then?
- >Pinkie stops in her tracks, and turns to you, eyebrow raised
- >”You want to leave?”
- >…what?
- Well… if I don’t have to, no.
- >She smiles
- >”Okay, good! Then come on!”
- >…come on?
- Where…?
- >She’s already at the stairs
- >”To the shower! Come on, it’ll be fun!”
- >Your beating heart shuts down for a moment
- >An indescribable kind of shock radiates through your whole body
- Sh-Shower?
- >She smiles widely
- >”Yeah! I’m really dirty, so you should help! Your hands are useful, right?”
- >You look to them
- Y-Yeah…
- >”Then come on, slowpoke!”
- >She’s up the stairs, out of sight
- >”Show me what they can do…”
- End of Part 6
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