DCFTEF - 7 Minutes with Fluttershy

>It's Friday; an ordinary lunchtime at Canterlot High.
>You've got a new hot rod magazine.
>'cause they got the chicks with the boobs in there.
>But destiny intervenes.
"Wow, is that a T-bucket with a 428 Cobra Jet?"
>Rainbow Dash drops her tray right next to you.
>She practically draped over your back, reading over your shoulder.
>Kind of hard to appreciate the magazine model's giant D-cups with Dash's young A-cups pressed against your neck.
>But she's oblivious.
"Cool, look at those tires, bet that thing runs at least an 11.5! Where's the drag strip times?"
>She rudely reaches over your shoulder & turns your page.
>*groan*
>Guess you'll look at boobs later.

>Soon all her friends have joined.
>Rarity & AJ's sisters sit there too, plus that weird kid who follows Dash around.
>Rarity addresses you;
"Anon, you'll be attending my party tonight, right? You haven't RSVP'ed yet."
>You shrug your shoulders.
"This is the first I've heard of it."
>Rarity turns red with anger.
"Sweetie Belle! Did you deliver that invitation like I told you to?"
>The younger girl's face seems to say "uh-ho."
>She scrambles to reach inside her back pack.
>And hands you a wrinkled party invitation.
>Rarity fumes.
"Sweetie you were supposed to deliver that two days ago!"
"Sorry, I forgot, Sis."
>Rarity takes a deep breath.
"The party is at my house, tonight at 7."
"Just a few friends...it's not going to be a full blow out."
"My parents are going to be there, but they promised to stay upstairs."
"You'll come, won't you Anon?"
>So you're going to a party.
>Rarity asks her other friends.
"All of you are able to come, right?"
>Dash & AJ are. Twilight agrees too.
>Pinkie is hyper as usual.
"I baked cupcakes & brownies & I would have done cookies but my Mom said that was too much sugar already so I got confetti & paper lanterns..."
>Rarity stops her.
"Pinkie, please remember to keep it under control. This is my house after all, not the School gym."
>She turns to Fluttershy.
"You'll be there, right?"
>The shy girl cringes in her seat.
"Ummm...I don't know."
>Rarity snorts in frustration.
"Oh come on, Fluttershy, I told you about this a week ago. Surely you've asked your parents?"
>She squeaks out something too quiet to hear.
>Rarity heard it. She rolls her eyes.
"Honestly Fluttershy, it's just a little gathering. It will be over by 10! I know your father is intimidaing but what could he possibly object to?"
>She seems embarrassed.
>Fluttershy does not like attention, and now she's the center of it.
"I try to ask him every day, but at the last minute I lose my nerve."
>Dash puts her arm around Fluttershy.
"Aww come on Flutters, what's the worst that could happen?"
>The thought seems to petrify Fluttershy.
"The worst? He could get angry & give me a whipping!"
>Rarity is getting frustrated.
>But she responds with sympathy.
"That's just awful! Imagine, he still whips you at your age?! That's perfectly okay for younger kids, but you're a sophomore!"
>She pats her younger sister's head as she says this.
>Sweetie Belle smacks the condescending hand away.
"Younger kids? Rarity, Mom spanked you just last weekend for going over your limit with her credit card at the mall!"
>The older sister's face goes red with embarrassment.
"I thought we were never going to speak of that?"
>Sweetie Belle sticks her tongue out at her big sister.
>Everybody else laughs.

>Later, Rarity corners you by your locker.
"Anon, you have a car, can you pick me up at 6:30?"
>But the party is at her house.
>Why does she need to be picked up?
"We have a mission to accomplish before the party."
>So it's 6:34.
>You & Rarity are driving...somewhere.
"You know where Fluttershy lives, right Anon?"
>Oh jeeze, what is she up to?
"Did she finally ask her father if she could go?"
>Rarity blows off the question.
"I'm sure she didn't...you know her."
"But this is for her own good."
>You ease on the brakes and pull over.
"Rarity, you know her father is a mean-spirited bastard. You're just going to make things worse for her if you show up at the door unexpectedly."
>She's not taking your concerns seriously.
"Who said we were going to the door?"
>Ya gotta be shitting me.
>What kind of nonsense is she getting you into?

>Lights off, you roll up to the corner near Fluttershy's house.
>You creep out of the car, staying low & in the shadows.
>Across her lawn, up to the side of the house.
>Rarity peeks in the living room window.
"Good, they're watching TV."
>Next, you two sneak around back to Fluttershy's window.
>You feel pervy, looking into her bedroom.
>It's decorated with animal posters.
>There she is, feeding her pet turtles.
>Rarity taps on the window.
>Predictably, Fluttershy nearly jumps out of her skin.
>At least she doesn't scream.
>Rarity waves, beckoning her to the window.
"Oh my...Rarity, Anon, what are you doing?"
"We're here to bring you to the party, silly!"
>Fluttershy looks horrified.
"Are...you...CRAZY!? You want me to sneak out!?"
>It does seem kind of crazy.
>But Rarity is running the show now.
"I can't sneak out! My parents will KILL me! Daddy will literally end my life!"
"Oh relax, he's watching football. Men never pay attention to anything else when a game is on. This is the perfect opportunity to slip out."
>But Fluttershy is hard to convince.
>She refuses, so Rarity forces things.
"I guess I'll have to start SINGING!"
>Flutters is in a state of panic.
"Oh please no! Be quiet! Don't make any noise!"
"Are you coming or not?"
>She's caught between a rock & a hard place.
>Reluctantly, Fluttershy agrees.
>She turns around to drop out of her window feet first.
"Please catch me, Anon."
>Her legs part as he squeezes out the window.
>You're looking straight up her green skirt.
>Pink panties with little white dots.
>Less than 24 inches from your face.
>You try to be a gentleman; grip her gently by the hips.
>With your help Fluttershy drops to the ground.
>The three of you sneak back to your car.
>Fluttershy trips over her own rabbit hutch in the dark.
>You gotta be shitting me.
>At least you all reach the car without being noticed.

>Rarity's party is pretty tame.
>No booze, few boys (just you & Rarity's History tutor).
>Just an innocent party under the watchful eyes of parents.
>The sweets Pinkie brought, non-alcoholic cider from Applejack's farm.
>Dash & Twilight brought chips & other drinks.
"I think it's time we played a game, Anon."
>Rarity finishes a bottle of soda.
"And this is all the equipment we need."

>Sweetie Belle is there too, but not her friends.
>She's playing video games (kicking Rainbow Dash's butt at Gran Turismo).
"Twerp! It's time...you're on guard duty!"
>Rarity pushes her sister to her feet.
>Sweetie Belle groans, but follows her sister's order.
>Apparently that was a condition of her being allowed to stay at the party.
>Dash seems relieved the race ended early.
>it means she didn't officially lose to a kid.
>The young girl takes up a position on the stairs.
>She'll alert Rarity if the parents start spying.

"Alright, gather around, it's time for spin the bottle."
>Everyone sits in a circle.
>Fluttershy takes some urging.
"Who's turn is it first?" asks Twilight Sparkle.
>Rarity has all this planned out.
"Last to sit down...first to spin!"
>All eyes on Fluttershy.
"Oh no...I...I can't...I'm..."
>But Applejack thrusts the empty soda bottle into her hand.
"Aww come on, t'ain't nuthin' but some harmless fun."
"Just spin...you spend 7 minutes in the closet with the nearest boy."
>Fluttershy's eyes grow huge with fear.
"WHAT!?"
>You feel a little bad for her.
>She's scared shitless.
>But she can't stand up to her friends' pressure.
"Spin, spin, spin, spin..."
>Then you notice.
>There's only two boys at the party.
>And Rarity's tutor just got up to use the bathroom.
>This has been a set-up all along.
>Rarity is trying to hook you up with Fluttershy.
>It doesn't matter where the bottle points.
>But Fluttershy spins anyway.
>And it comes to rest pointing directly at you.
>Well, guess that makes it official.

>The laughing, boisterous girls usher you both into the living room coat closet.
>The door closes.
>You hear Rarity's voice outside.
"Seven minutes, starting now...make them count!"

>Awkward.
>Fluttershy is sitting in front of you with her knees tucked up to her chest.
"Do you want to start, Anon?"
"If you're ready."
>The trembling girl kneels.
>She reaches under her skirt to pull those pink panties down.
>Then she gets on her hands & knees.
>Last, she reaches back and flips her skirt up over her back.
>Oh boy. She doesn't waste any time.
>There's her adorable round ass.
>At the center a perfect, tight butthole.
>Below that her little slit, open just enough to show a tiny hint of pink.
>You're about to reach out and caress it.
>But something draws your attention first.
>She's...crying.
>Silently sobbing, hoping you won't notice.
>But tears are running down your cheeks.
>No...you're not into this.
>You would LOVE to bury your face in that tender pussy & eat it like a dog.
>But this just feels too rapey.
>You reach out and pull her skirt back over her rump.
"Anon...?"
>You crawl over to her and put an arm around her shoulder.
"Fluttershy, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to."
>She seems worried by that.
"But Anon...the game..."
>You both roll back into a seated position.
"Forget the game. Who's to say what we do with our 7 minutes.
"Tell you what; we'll just talk, okay?"

>You expect her to overflow with gratitude.
>But her response shocks you.
"No! No it's NOT okay!"
>The quiet, demure girl snaps at you, pouring out years of unspoken frustration.
"Anon I DO want to do stuff with you! You all think I'm this shy, silly little gullible fool, but I'm a human being...who has the same feelings as all the other girls in school! Don't you think I've day-dreamed about being with a boy? I fantasize about it every day!"
>Wow...guess you hadn't considered it like that.
>But Fluttershy is not done venting;
"I want to be with you, Anon...I want to do stuff and experiment like all the other girls. But I want to do it on MY terms!"
"My parents tell me exactly what to do and I get whipped if I mess up just a tiny bit!"
"Rarity forces me to sneak out of my bedroom window!"
"And now you, Anon...you TELL me we're just gonna sit and talk! Just for once I want to do things my way! I want to be in charge!"
>Okay, you can totally understand.
>But how can you make this better?
>Wait...stop trying to make this better.
>Just listen to her and do what she wants.
"Okay Fluttershy, it's your turn. What do you want to do?"
>She begins to cry all over again.
"That's just it. I don't even know where to start! I'm so pathetic I don't even know what to do when it is my turn to call the shots!"
>She is really upset...with the world, with herself.
>You will need to give her a little nudge.
"I have an idea."
>You pull a necktie down from one of the hangers.
>One of Rarity's father's no doubt; he's the only man in this house.
>You blindfold yourself with it.
"Fluttershy, I can't see a thing. I'm totally under your control. Take my hands, or any part of me and do what YOU want to do."
>She is silent for a few moments.
"R-really Anon?"
>You hear her sniffle, and her hand wipe away tears.
>It's true, when you can't see your hearing gets better.
"Whatever you want, Flutters. I'm all yours."

>For a few moments you wait.
>You can hear her moving, her skirt rustling.
>Then her soft hand grasps yours.
>You offer no resistance. You're going where she takes you.
>Your fingertips contact soft, downy hair.
>Then something warm & soft.
>Your finger traces along Fluttershy's outer lips.
>It takes no effort to push your fingers in deeper.
>She must have her legs stretched far apart, opening her pussy for your touch.
>It's moist, but not dripping wet.
"Is this right, Anon?"
>You shake your head.
"I'm not allowed to say. You're in charge."
>She giggles a bit.
>The idea is strange to her.
"Well it would be nice if you helped a little."
>But that's not the game you're playing.
"Tell me what to do. How do I make you feel good?"
>Her hand guides you up toward the top of her labia.
"Rub me here, Anon. This is where I rub myself when I'm all alone."
>You obey your soft-voiced mistress.
>Taking care to be gentle you rub her clitoral hood in a tight circle.
"Give me your other hand, Anon."
>You have to move a little closer to keep your balance.
>She pulls your left hand up to her lips &tenderly sucks your fingers.
>Well, that's cute.
>Her lips are as soft as you'd imagined.
>But she doesn't spend long there.
>Fluttershy pulls your fingers from her mouth, wet with her saliva.
>She guides the left hand down to join its twin.
>You help a bit, seeking her out.
>But you let her be in charge; guiding you.
>And at last you touch it.
>Oh shit...that's not her pussy!
>You recoil, and pull your hand away from her asshole.
"Oh my goodness...I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
>Fluttershy pulls away from you and keeps apologizing.
"I'm sorry! I took it too far and ruined everything, didn't I?"
>It takes you a moment to gather your thoughts.
>She actually meant to do that.
"No, Fluttershy, I only pulled away because I thought I did something wrong."
>She calms down a bit.
"Honest? It's not weird or dirty?"
"It's perfectly okay...you just surprised me a little. If this is what you like then we'll do it."
>You two get back to it.
>You're still blindfolded.
>She needs to guide your right hand back to her pussy.
>But you're still very gentle with the left.
>Just rubbing around the rim of her tight puckered hole.
>But that's not enough.
"Put it inside...if you want, Anon."
>Alright, that's what she wants.
>You slip the fingertip into her tight anus.
"Deeper. Move it around!"
>Wow, you had no idea she was into this.
>This is what shy, quiet Fluttershy fantasizes about?
"Put it in deeper, Anon!"
>You can't. You're already as deep as you can go.
"Well, you have more than one finger!"
>Two fingers up her butt?
"Flutters, are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."
>The girl tugs on your wrist.
"Do it! I want it to hurt a little...I'll tell you when it hurts too much!"
>Against your better judgment you give her what she wants.
>Fluttershy squeals like she's in pain.
>But she said she'd stop you if it hurt too much.
"In and out! Faster, Anon!"

>One hand keeps rubbing her clit and the other finger-fucking her asshole.
>Then she kicks you in the head.
"Oops...I'm sorry!"
"I just got too excited."
>You forgive her.
>Fluttershy reaches forward to grab your hair.
>She guides you downtown.
"Use your mouth, Anon."
>Oh happy day.
>You get your wish...to eat that tight little pussy like the dog you are.
>The door rattles.
>You hear Rarity's voice.
"Okay, seven minutes are up! Hope you're not doing anything naughty. 3..2.."
>But before she can open it Fluttershy kicks the door violently.
"OCCUPIED!"
>The greatest tragedy of the night is that you can't see Rarity's face right now.
>You laugh straight into Fluttershy's wet pussy.
>But she's not really focused there.
"Push them deeper! I want them deeper Anon!"
>She's totally into this ass-play.
>For her it's the main event; the pussy is just the side show.
>You try to satisfy her, slamming your digits in & out as hard as you dare.
"Something is happening, Anon!"
>You know what it is.
>Her whole body shivers, her pussy gushes sweet juice all over your face.
>Fluttershy's butthole tightens so hard your fingers get stuck inside.
>You...a strong young man...can't pull your own fingers out of this sweet teenage girl's ass.

>At last she relaxes.
>You slip the blindfold off.
>Fluttershy lies on her back, panting.
>She's weeping again, but this time she has a big smile on her face.
"Oh Anon, thank you so much. I've daydreamed about doing something like that a million times."
>You'd never have guessed it in a million years.

>Leaving the closet is a little weird.
>There's nothing in there to clean up with.
>Fluttershy is walking funny...smiling ear to ear.
>She lets you go into the bathroom first.
>That's nice of her. Your face is sticky with her pussy juices.
>For the rest of the party she's the same sweet, demure Fluttershy.
>Laughing, playing party games, enjoying Pinkie's cupcakes.
>The others ask what went on in the closet but neither of you tell.
>The others all have a way home, but you have to drive Fluttershy.
"I'll park around the corner, then we'll sneak you back in."
>She shakes her head.
"No. Right up to the front door please."
>That's surprising.
"Are you sure? What about your father?"
>Fluttershy seems confident & brave for a change.
"Tonight was wonderful, Anon. I'm not going to let him ruin it for me. Daddy never said I couldn't go out to a party tonight. It's time I stopped being terrified of him."
>Sounds risky, but she's in charge.
>You escort her to the front porch.
"All the same, Anon, you'd better go. I might be ready to stand up to my Daddy, but I don't think it's a good idea for him to see me with a boy just yet."
>Eh...yeah. Good point.
>You give her a kiss on the forehead.
>She grabs your hand and puts it on her butt.
>Not really on her butt as much as deep IN her buttcrack.
"Maybe we could have another party real soon. Just us."

>From your car you watch Fluttershy walk straight in her front door.
>If she's afraid she sure isn't showing it.
>Who knew satisfying a long held fantasy could have such an effect?
>And who knew that hidden behind that sweet, demure face was such a wild freak?
>Sweet, shy, quiet Fluttershy.
>Your sweet, shy, quiet ass-freak.