Yellowquiet - Flutterpie (unfinished)

>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