"Gentle Teachings (Fluttershy x Tree Hugger - Cute- Lewd)"
By JeffMango (https://pastebin.com/u/JeffMango)

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Created on: Sunday 9th of September 2018 12:12:10 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 10:45:20 PM UTC


>A bizarre combination of giddy relief and utter confusion flooded through Fluttershy as she stepped into Tree Hugger’s apartment for the first time
>The relief came from the fact that, by stepping over the threshold into the dingy one-bedroom affair, she felt as if she were sealing the deal on her first official friendship made in college
>The poor girl, as tongue-tied and horribly awkward as ever, had spent her first four months at Canterlot University alone in her dorm, occasionally tending to the rabbit she’d snuck in
>But now, she’d not only made a friend, she was being invited over to watch Netflix and relax!
>She was so excited she could hardly avoid skipping in behind Tree Hugger as her hippy friend strolled inside
>”Just, like, leave your shoes wherever, fam,” Tree muttered dreamily as she kicked off her sandals and strolled barefoot into the kitchen
>Fluttershy followed suit and pried off her beat-up tennis shoes
>She set them neatly by the door, then followed Tree
>This is where the confusion started to set in
>Aged posters were stuck to the walls with thumbtacks, and most were at a haphazard angle just shy of ninety degrees
>Almost all of them featured nauseating swirls of greens and purples, usually with a distorted human face set in the center of the spiral of color
>Fluttershy fidgeted nervously with a lock of her hair as she admired the posters
“You, um… like a lot of interesting art.”
>”Oh, those?  I just buy those at shows, fam.  They ain’t that important,” Tree said with a nonchalant chuckle.  “By the way, you want anything to drink?  I got a feel cans of Steel Reserve, if you wanna get blasted.  Got some wine too, but it’s kinda nasty.  Cheap vodka if you’re really hating yourself tonight…”
“I, um… I’ll just go with, um, water.”
>”That all?”
>Fluttershy nodded
”Sorry if that’s boring.”
>“Nah, nah, not at all.  Go ahead and take a seat on the couch, I’ll bring out some snacks.”

>Fluttershy walked past the kitchen and found herself in a small, square room about fifteen feet across
>A sagging, stained, but still impeccably comfortable-looking couch was stuffed into one corner, facing a TV that looked at least fifteen years old
>Dust had collected in the corners of the screen, and stacks of DVD’s reaching almost five feet high surrounded the ramshackle wooden cabinet that it stood on
>A coffee table occupied the no-man’s-land between the couch and TV; one of its legs was missing, and had been replaced by a teetering stack of Pizza James’s personal-sized pizza boxes
>Fluttershy daintily took a seat on the corner of the couch, her head swiveling as she drank in ever cluttered, slightly grease-stained detail of the room
>Tree Hugger strolled back in a few minutes later, one arm wrapped around a glass of water and a bottle of some electric-blue mystery drink, and the other balancing a plate full of chips, several globs of greenish dip, and a tiny stack of sliced fruits
>Fluttershy’s mouth started to water
“Oh, um, you didn’t have to prepare all this stuff for me.”
>”You kidding?  I always break out the goods when I bring friends over.”
>Just being called a “friend” made Fluttershy feel as if she were glowing
>Tree Hugger plunked down next to Fluttershy, resting her slender feet up on the coffee table
>”So?  What you wanna watch?”
“Oh, um, I don’t really know.  I thought you would pick.”
>”Guest always picks.  That’s just hospitality, fam.”
“I don’t really watch a lot of TV.  Sorry.”
>”No need to apologize!” Tree Hugger said, hurriedly reaching over to give Fluttershy a reassuring pat.  “Tell ya what.  I’ll pick something, and if you don’t like it, we can change it.  Sound good?”
>Fluttershy nodded, a relieved smile spreading across her face
>So this was what having a friend felt like!
>She knew it would be nice, but she didn’t expect this warm, bubbly feeling to last so long
>And she definitely hadn’t expected this sort of free-flowing, dissolving feeling, as the careful barriers she erected around herself every time she stepped out of her room just seemed to melt away in Tree Hugger’s presence
>Without noticing it, Fluttershy found herself scooting slightly closer to the other girl as Tree Hugger fidgeted with the remote
>”Stupid box… I really hate tech, man.  Why can’t it just be simple…”
>She accidentally switched to the wrong input a few times, then accidentally booted up an image browser instead of Netflix
>A brief image of two blue-haired girls kissing flashed across the screen
>Tree Hugger immediately closed out of it, and Fluttershy was surprised to see her new friend giving her an apologetic grin
>”Heh, sorry you had to see that.  But hey, no point hiding things I guess,” Tree Hugger said, a light pink coloring her cheeks
“I, um… think that’s totally okay.”
>”Yeah?  Rad.”
>Tree Hugger sprawled out on the couch, resting one arm up on the cushion behind Fluttershy’s head
>”You’re a cool chick, Flutters.”
“O-oh!  Um, thanks.  Y-you too.”
>Tree Hugger beamed, then finally got Netflix open
>”…shit.  There’s like, eight gorillion different things on here, but none of it’s ever appealing…”
>She aimlessly flicked past a few documentaries, then some foreign animations, then the third Boss Baby sequel, before landing on something that made Fluttershy squeal with excitement
“T-that one!  Pick that!”
>Tree Hugger glanced over at her, surprised by the sudden outburst, and Fluttershy shrank back into the couch
“I mean, um, if that’s okay with you, that is…”
>Tree Hugger threw her head back, laughing
>”Course that’s okay with me!  Glad you’re so excited about it!”
>She selected Planet Earth, as per Fluttershy’s request
>And after loading for about five minutes under Tree Hugger’s terrible internet, the show finally started

>Immediately, Fluttershy was entranced
>High-definition footage of some of earth’s more obscure creatures rolled past, all of it underscored by Sir Attenborough’s stately, tea-and-cigar-smoke sort of voice
>Fluttershy tucked her knees against her chest, awed, occasionally nibbling a piece of fruit or sipping at her water
>Before she knew it, the first chapter of the documentary had finished
>Tree Hugger sat up and nudged her
>”So?  Enjoying yourself?”
“Yeff!” Fluttershy responded immediately, her mouth full of chips
>She swallowed, embarrassed
“I mean, um, yes.  Very much.  Thank you for showing me this.”
>”No prob!  It’s nice to have someone to binge with, for a change.”
>Tree Hugger shifted around in her spot, glancing away from Fluttershy for a moment
>”Hey, uh… you cool if I light up a bit?  I’m down to share, if you want any.”
“W-what do you mean?”
>”You know, blaze up a bit.”
“I d-don’t follow, sorry.”
>”Get high?”
>Fluttershy balked
“You mean like… d-drugs?”
>Suddenly, the poorly lit edges of Tree Hugger’s home seemed to loom much closer and much darker
>Tree Hugger waved her hands in front of her face
>”Not anything bad!  I just got some Discord’s Delight in the other room.  It’s a really mellow strain, thought we could maybe take a hit or two.”
“I… I don’t know.  I’ve never done anything like that.  It’s, um, okay if you want to, though.”
>”Okay.”
>Tree Hugger sounded somewhat apologetic as she stood up and ran into the other room
>When she returned, complex, vaguely alchemic-looking glass apparatus was clutched in Tree Hugger’s spidery hands
>It consisted of a few glass bulbs connected and suspended by a series of pipes, all of which met at a large, oblong basin filled with grimy water
>Tree Hugger inserted a glass pipe into the base, then flicked a lighter in her right hand
>”You sure you don’t want any?  I’m down to share?”
“I, uh…”
>Fluttershy didn’t know what to make of any of this
>She wrapped her arms around her knees, hugging her legs tightly against her
>Tree Hugger, meanwhile, sparked the lighter and lit the crushed plant-matter buried in the ceramic pipe
>It glowed cherry red as Tree Hugger inhaled, her dreadlocks falling into her face as she pulled smoke into her lungs
>Fluttershy trembled
>When Tree Hugger lifted her head, she exhaled a long, smoky breath, followed by a vicious coughing fit
“A-are you okay?’ Fluttershy asked, grabbing her friend’s shoulder
>Tree Hugger nodded
>”Yeah, dude… *cough*… I’m good.  Man, I’m doing *great*.”
>She flopped back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling with a doofy grin spreading across her face
>Lazily, her eyes focused on Fluttershy
>”You sure you don’t want just a little?  I promise, it’s nothing bad.”
“But… w-what if I die?”
>The question sounded so lame when it left Fluttershy’s lips that the poor girl couldn’t even blame Tree for laughing
>”You’re not gonna die!  This stuff is, like, totally safe!  Hell, it’s actually super good for you.  And besides…”
>Tree Hugger placed a hand on Fluttershy’s knee, giving her a smile that was as reassuring as it was muddled
>”I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.  You are *way* too precious for that, girl.”
“Oh, um.  Thanks.  I think.  I’m sorry.  I don’t… I’ve never done anything like this.”
>”You wanna try?  I can show you how.”
>Fluttershy gulped
“I… okay.”
>”You sure?  I don’t wanna make you do anything you’re not into.”
“N-no, I’ll give it a shot.  Just, um, if I start going crazy…”
>Tree chuckled again
>”You’re not gonna go crazy.  Here, I’ll light it up for you.”

>Tree Hugger compacted more of the dried plant into the stem, then lit it with a dextrous flick of her wrist
>She raised a hand to the back of Fluttershy’s head, and gingerly bend her head down until her mouth was against the rim of the pipe
>It was still warm from where Tree’s own lips had touched it
>”Just breathe in until you feel like you’ve had enough, okay?”
>Fluttershy nodded
>She breathed out first, then slowly begin to pull air back into her lungs
>The murky water frothed and boiled, like some sort of fairy brew as smoke seeped up through the pipes and into Fluttershy’s chest
>Almost immediately her throat began to burn
>A few stray tears ran down Fluttershy’s face, but she blinked them away
>She pulled in more smoke, until a sudden spasm sent her reeling away, coughing violently
>”Atta girl!  That was a monster hit, man!”
>Tree Hugger patted Fluttershy’s back as the other girl hacked and shuddered
>Fluttershy settled back onto the couch, her body beginning to tremble
>It wasn’t from fear, though; this was something far different
>A nervous, hyper-awareness of her surroundings was beginning to flood through her
>The darkness pooled in the shabby corners of Tree Hugger’s apartment no longer seemed dirty or offputting, but rich and mysterious
>Sir Attenborough’s voice issuing from the TV was melancholic and rich to Fluttershy’s ears, sending goosebumps crawling along her skin
>Even the pizza boxes were adorable, stacked up like worker ants trying to support the unsteady walls of their colony
>Fluttershy giggled at that image
>”You’re really feelin’ it, huh?”
“I t-think so…” Fluttershy mumbled.  “You get to live like a witch.  That’s so cool…”
>”Hah, yeah?  Guess I am a little witchy.  Just be glad I’m not trying to eat you up,” Tree Hugger said, giving Fluttershy a few teasing pokes in the ribs
>Fluttershy giggled
>When she looked over at Tree Hugger, another wave of electrifying, skin-tingling warmth washed through her
>Tree was *gorgeous*
>Fluttershy had a sudden, overwhelming desire to hug the other girl
>She flopped into Tree Hugger’s arms, wrapping the skinny hippy in a delicate embrace
>Tree Hugger held her, mildly surprised
>”You’re way more affectionate like this, huh?”
>Fluttershy nodded, nuzzling Tree Hugger’s chest as she did so
“You’re, um, really warm.  Is it okay if we stay like this?”
>”Yeah, totally.  If you’re cool with it.”
“Super cool.  Why is your apartment s-so cold… mmm…”
>Fluttershy curled up against Tree Hugger, bathing in the warmth seeping from the other girl’s body
>Up onscreen, Planet Earth continued to play through its next episode, but Fluttershy could hardly process the facts being observed in the narrator’s stately West London accent
>Instead, the sheer color-contrasting vibrance of undersea life, the pulsing blues and electric greens, coursed through her
>She wriggled around in Tree Hugger’s grasp, happy to have the other girl’s arms around her like a blanket
>Fluttershy watched the high-definition fish course through the ocean, their wet slippery bodies seeming so beautifully free when the sun glinted off their scales
>She shifted in Tree Hugger’s grasp again; lying on the floor was starting to get uncomfortable
>”You alright?  Wanna move onto the couch?”
>Fluttershy nodded
>Tree Hugger carefully pulled herself and Fluttershy up onto the sagging cushions
>Both girls stretched out across the couch, with Tree Hugger lying on bed and Fluttershy draped across her
“Is, um… is this okay?” she asked
>”What do ya mean?”
“Us c-cuddling like this?  You’re sure you’re okay with it?”
>”Of course I am.  This is great.”
“O-okay.”
>A few moments of silence passed
“You’re *sure* you’re okay with it?  I’m not too heavy, am I?  If I am, you can always tell me to get off.”
>”Trust me, I was prefer it like this.  Not gonna lie, I was kinda hoping this would happen.”
“Y-you were?”
>Tree Hugger nodded, nuzzling her cheek against the top of Fluttershy’s head in the process
>”You’re crazy cute.  I wasn’t gonna make this a date night unless you wanted to, but hey, here we are…”
“D-date?”
>Fluttershy sat up, bewildered
“We’re on a date?”
>”What else are you gonna call it?”
“I, um… don’t really know.  Heh.  Heheh.”
>Fluttershy tapped her fingers together
“I’ve never been on a date before.”
>”Well hey, I’m a pretty good teacher,” Tree Hugger said with a wink.  “Now c’mere, girl.”
>She held her arms open, and Fluttershy gratefully settled into them
>The phenomenon commonly associated with cannabis, a lethargy referred to as “couch lock” by those more in-the-know, was settling quickly over her now
>Beneath her, Tree Hugger felt limitless and comfy, her body soft and warm and just wonderfully, wonderfully secure
>Fluttershy buried her face against the other girl’s chest, not even remembering to be embarrassed that her cheeks were currently pressed between another lady’s boobs
>Tree Hugger giggled at that, and gingerly stroked the petite girl’s back
>Neither of them would be going anywhere for a long time

***

>Fluttershy had been officially “dating” Tree Hugger for three weeks now
>It was… not what she’d expected
>Back when she was a few years younger, reading piles of wistful romance novels piled up next to her bed (most of them dog-eared and heavily used, and almost always with a picture of a horse on the cover, for some reason), she’d been conditioned to believe that her first romance would be an explosion of passion, of betrayal and jealousy, of long evenings full of strong-armed embraces and fancy wines while iridescent sunsets passed overhead
>(She’d also expected she’d be with a boy because, well, that was just how things happened, right?  She’d never even considered other girls as an acceptable alternative.  But she seriously wished she had…)
>Above all, Fluttershy didn’t expect dating to primarily include vegging in front of the TV, munching reheated pizza and occasionally working up the courage to kiss Tree’s cheek (she’d only dared for mouth-kisses a few times, and they were only ever quick, nervous pecks)
>Strangely enough, though, she was starting to find she preferred it
>Sometime after her last class of the day, an Intro to Bio elective she’d taken in hopes of eventually working out a way to get herself a zoology certificate, Fluttershy would usually head back to her dorm, shower, then diligently finish her homework while waiting for her phone to chime
>Tree Hugger’s texts always made her heart tremble
>They were always sweet, usually not more than a few words, and sometimes a bit incomprehensible
>Today’s was, verbatim: [you’re like a crystal pool sprinkled with babylon lillies]
>[<3]
>[btw you still wanna hang tonight?]
[Yep!] Fluttershy was quick to text back
>[cool :)]
>[oh yeah, weird question]
>[do you like it shaved or not?]
>Fluttershy blinked, puzzled
>She re-read the message a few times, wondering if there were some secret she missed
[Do I like what shaved?]
>[uh, you know like]
>[the valley]
>Another blank moment passed, then Fluttershy got the implication
>Even though nobody else was around, a furious blush rose in her face
>When she went to type her response, her thumbs shook so badly that autocorrect mutilated her message
[Wait, you mean your vagina?] she typed, maybe being a bit too bold
>[uh yeah]
[Sorry]
[Yeah that’s what you meant, sorry.]
[Don’t really halibut a perspiration…]
>[huh?]
[Don’t have a preference! What you want to do is totally up to you…]
>Fluttershy felt an acute desire to curl up, humiliated, under her desk
>[rad!]
>[see you tonight ;)]
>Fluttershy set her phone down, her heart thudding against her ribs
>Sure, she knew that, eventually, when you were dating somebody, sex was eventually going to happen
>But she had thought–naively, she realized–that it was something that just sort of popped up, when the throes of passion consumed you
>She didn’t think you just… decided to do it
>Was it really going to happen tonight?
>The thought of actually having sex with Tree Hugger, with anyone really, just seemed always like such an alien possibility
>She’d never even been kissed before meeting Tree, never even held hands with anyone!
>And now she was going to… to…
>…to what, exactly?
>Fluttershy realized, feeling kinda stupid, that she didn’t even know how two girls actually did it
>Her romance novels hadn’t exactly prepared her for that
>Again, though her room was empty, she couldn’t but feel a bit humiliated to google “how do two girls have sex?”
>[[Females who identify as lesbian, bisexual or just do sexual things with other females may touch each other’s genitals by using their fingers (manual stimulation), mouths (oral sex) and various body parts.]]
>Well, that wasn’t particularly helpful
>Fluttershy just sighed, shut her laptop, and flopped into bed, her chest inflamed and buzzing with nervousness
>There were still three hours left between now and her usual meeting time with Tree Hugger, and she had no idea what she’d do with them…

>As it turned out, Fluttershy ended up taking an extra shower, and spent nearly an hour agonizing over the appearance of her body in the mirror, scrutinizing her naked form for flaws
>There were a lot, in her opinion
>Her breasts had developed quickly in middle school, maybe a bit too quickly, and she’d always been mortally self-conscious about their excessive size
>Fluttershy knew that “big boobs” were supposed to be a positive, or something, but she couldn’t help but feel like the pale bags on her chest looked swollen and somewhat uneven, with one nipple just barely higher than the other
>She also wasn’t normally one to bother shaving her “valley” either, and the more she looked at the fuzz of pink hair growing there, the more disgusting she felt
>Maybe she could just see if Tree Hugger would be okay with her keeping her underwear on…
>Speaking of, her collection of clothes, under- or otherwise, was about the furthest thing from sexy
>She owned sweatpants, a few knee-length skirts, some t-shirts she’d had since she was fifteen, and one or two hoodies; her collection of panties consisted of six pairs, all of them boring, laceless white
>Fluttershy sighed, pacing in increasingly short circles around her room as she tried to figure out what to do
>No matter what she did, she was entirely sure Tree Hugger would be disappointed
>Eventually, Fluttershy was startled by her phone buzzing in alarm, alerting her that it was time to head over
>Teeth clench, she surrendered to her inevitable embarrassment, and just pulled on a plane green skirt, a hoodie a size too big for her, and crammed her feet into the same boring sneakers she always wore

>The walk to Tree Hugger’s was barely five minutes, but Fluttershy found herself wandering over in a sort of mortal trance
>She half felt like she was going to throw up, and more than once the idea of just calling off the date night entered her mind
>It was hard to say why she didn’t
>When she reached Tree Hugger’s apartment and rapped on the aged, gray-painted wood, she was met with Tree Hugger’s voice from inside
>”In the shower!” she shouted, her voice muffled.  “C’mon in!”
>Fluttershy gulped, then let herself in
>The place looked the same as it ever did: not amazingly lit, with shadows pooling on Tree Hugger’s stacks of books and across the mountains of CD’s and LP’s that covered every flat surface of furniture
>The sound of running water filled the apartment, and Fluttershy could hear Tree Hugger humming slightly off-tune on the other side of the wall to her right
>She tried to imagine Tree naked, and found some sort of foggy block over the girl’s body in her imagination, as if the artist were censoring all the good bits
>Fluttershy just stood in the hallway, waiting patiently, until the water stopped
>There was the brief sound of rustling, and then the bathroom door opened
>Tree Hugger stepped out, enshrouded in steam
>Her dreadlocks were damp and dripping, and she had them held back with a scrunchy
>She was dressed only in a simple flower-patterned tunic that reached just down to her mid-thigh
>”Heeeeey,” she called out to Fluttershy, beaming.  “Sorry about that.  Was enjoying the water.”
“M-mhm,” Fluttershy mumbled
>She shuffled her feet, staring down at the spot between her shoes
>”You good?”
“Y-yeah!  Just, um… y-you look very pretty today,” Fluttershy said
>”Hah, for real?” Tree Hugger asked, blushing.  “Guess the shower was worth it then.”
>She smiled, then reached out to take Fluttershy’s hand
>When Tree’s fingers closed around her palm, the gut-punch anxiety started to drain out of her
>Fluttershy followed Tree Hugger towards the back of the apartment, and stepped in Tree’s bedroom for the first time
>It was a small, fairly plain room, kept muggy and warm by a heater in the far corner
>The entire place smelled strongly of earth, of growing things and slightly of the pungent, skunky scent Fluttershy had come to associate with the other girl
>It wasn’t furnished with much; just a sagging mattress on the floor, a desk spotted with books, dirt, and a few mug-sized potted plants, and a dresser heaped with stacked milk crates full of records next to a turntable that had to be older than both girls put together
>”Just, uh… pull up some floor.”
>Tree dropped cross-legged onto the plush carpet
>Fluttershy did the same, crouching just a few feet from her
>Tree Hugger was giving her a weird look
>”You sure you’re okay, fam?”
“Y-yep!”
>…
>”You, uh, wanna take your shoes off?”
“Oh, r-right.”
>Fluttershy kicked off her sneakers, only now realizing her socks were mismatched: one had little bunnies, and the other had little beers
>She dropped her head and hid her face behind her hair
>”Those are adorable,” Tree Hugger cooed
“Thanks.  My, um, mom buys new ones for me every Christmas.”
>”Your mom must be pretty cool.  Wish mine got me cool socks.”
“I-I can get you some!” Fluttershy awkwardly cut in.  “Maybe as a, um… anniversary present.  Or something.  Heh…”
>”Yeah?  I’d love that,” Tree Hugger said with a genuinely pleasant smile
>She scooted across the floor, until she was sitting close enough that her shoulder touched Fluttershy’s
>Fluttershy flinched
>Tree Hugger recoiled and, slowly, a concerned look spread across the hippie girl’s face
>”Sorry about that.  Am I doing something wrong?”
“No…”
>Fluttershy shook her head, unable to take her eyes off her colored socks
“I just, um…”
>Fluttershy clenched her fingers in the shag carpetting
>And then it all came pouring out of her
“I’m so nervous.  I know you wanted to d-do it tonight, and I really want to, too.  To do it.  With you.  I like you a lot, and I really want it to be a special moment between us, but I’m not pretty and I don’t know what to do and I’ll probably just gross you out, and I really like getting to hang out with you all the time and I’m worried I’m going to mess everything up and you’re not going to want to see me again…”
>She took a deep breath
“Sorry…”
>Tree Hugger gingerly touched her hand to Fluttershy’s
>”You okay if I hug you?”
“O-of course.”
>And then she wrapped Fluttershy in a gentle, back-stroking embrace
>Fluttershy leaned her head against Tree Hugger’s soft, safe shoulder
>”We don’t gotta go all the way tonight, Shyshy.  I’m sorry, didn’t want you to feel pressured.  I just felt it, like… it felt right.”
“I want to,” Fluttershy mumbled
>”Hmm?”
“I want to.  With you, I mean.  But I’m k-kinda scared.”
>Tree Hugger smiled, and run her hand down Fluttershy’s pink locks
>”That’s totally okay.  But I promise, I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want.  Tonight can be all about making you feel good.”
“O-oh, my…”
>Tree patted Fluttershy’s back, then stood up, helping Fluttershy to her feet as well
>”Tell ya what.  No need to rush things, right?  Let’s order up some food, maybe watch a movie, and we’ll see how you feel.  Sound good?”
>Fluttershy nodded, her head still hung, though she was smiling now, looking up at Tree with grateful, glimmering eyes
“I’d really like that…”

>And so, like many nights before, Tree Hugger ordered a miniature feast of Chinese food, and the two girls huddled together, sharing their body heat beneath a thin sheet pockmarked with holes
>Tree Hugger was mildly shocked to hear that Fluttershy practically hadn’t seen a single movie from before 1995, and even then, most her viewing experience was Disney and a few romantic comedies
>”So, like… no Terminator?  No Star Wars?  Indiana Jones?”
“I mean, um… I know what those are, at least.”
>”Aww, man.  This is awesome!”
“I-it is?”
>”I get to be responsible for your first 80’s flick experience!”
“Oh.  I didn’t know it was such a big deal.”
“You bet it’s a big deal.  Oh man, where do we start…”
>Fluttershy shrugged
“I’ll be fine with whatever you pick.”
>”Hah, righteous.  Well, here, let’s start with something laid-back, ‘kay?  You’ll fuckin’ love this.”
>Tree Hugger held up a VHS copy of *Labyrinth*
>”It’s trippy as fuck, and it’s got David Bowie playing the goblin king.  You’ll love it.”
>Fluttershy nodded, excited

>The movie was… Fluttershy didn’t know exactly how to react to it
>She let out little awww’s every time Sir Didymus and his canine steed, Ambrocious, popped up onscreen
>And then yelped in terror during some of the film’s bizarrely terrifying segments, cuddling up closer to Tree Hugger for safety
>Naturally, the hippie girl’s arm found its way around Fluttershy’s skinny shoulders
>They chowed down on the food once it arrived, Tree Hugger washing hers down with a tall, perspiring can of Pabst Blue Ribbon and Fluttershy with lemonade
>Gradually, Fluttershy began to feel very cozy and very, very secure, stretching out and letting herself rest against Tree Hugger’s slender body
>Her cheek came to rest against the other girl’s, and her lips tingled each time Tree Hugger’s breath washed over them
>When the movie was over, she could feel Tree shifting slightly under her
>”Hey…”
“Y-yeah?”
>Fluttershy shivered when she realized just how *close” Tree’s mouth was to her own
>”You wanna?” Tree Hugger asked, raising her eyebrow
“Wanna… what?” Fluttershy asked, already knowing the answer
>Her eyes closed reflexively as Tree Hugger’s mouth met hers
>For a moment, Fluttershy was tempted to break the kiss early and pull away, as she usually did
>But she forced herself to push past the feeling, and it quickly faded, and she let her lips part, matching themselves against Tree Hugger’s
>She rolled onto her stomach, laying directly atop Tree Hugger, and the other girl’s arms circled around the small of Fluttershy’s body
>Her heart was a 170-BPM staccato in her chest, but Fluttershy was starting to feel like she had the hang of things
>As she and Tree Hugger made out, she gradually let her mouth open just a little more, trying to keep her lips as supple as Tree’s felt to her
>Occasionally her tongue flicked up to moisten them with a little saliva; she was weirdly paranoid about giving her girlfriend a dry kiss
>Tree Hugger did the same, and it was only a matter of time before the tips of their tongues met, accidentally
>Fluttershy flinched
“S-sorry.”
>”That was *so* not a problem.”
>Tree Hugger smiled, breathing much heavier than before
>”You wanna try it again?”
“Like… like a french kiss?”
>”Hell yeah.”
>Fluttershy nodded
“I’d really like that.  Just, um, sorry if my breath is gross, or if I—“
>Tree Hugger kissed her before she could finish
>She politely flicked the tip of her tongue against Fluttershy’s teeth, inviting her to join with her own
>Hesitating slightly, her tongue met Tree Hugger’s, tasting the slightly acrid taste of beer mixed with the musky, natural taste of Tree Hugger herself
>Fluttershy surrendered herself to the kiss, letting Tree Hugger guide her tongue into her mouth, and then letting Tree Hugger explore Fluttershy’s own mouth with her tongue
>Tree’s hands moved slowly over Fluttershy’s body, giving her a chance to adjust to the feel of the other girl’s palms against her back, then her sides, then finally, against the base of he spine, right above her butt
>When Trees fingers explored a little lower, Fluttershy gasped, her voice feeling effete and crystalline in the room’s mellow, heavy ambiance
>”You okay?” Tree asked, pausing their kiss
“Y-yeah.”
>Fluttershy sat up, realizing her hair was a mess
>Tree Hugger’s was too, but it was kinda always like that
>Fluttershy’s eyes settled on the other girl, trailing from Tree’s pleasant, slightly reddened face, to her chest, where the twin mosquito-bite nipple-bumps poking up from the fabric of her tunic showed she wasn’t wearing anything beneath it
>The garment had pulled far up Tree Hugger’s body, revealing the tan, milky skin of her upper thigh
>Fluttershy gulped
>Her throat felt sticky and thick, and a tremulous, hot feeling crawled across her skin
>It was a feeling she’d felt before, when reading particularly choice passages from her favorite romance novels, the kind her mother had forbidden her from reading but Fluttershy had checked out from the library anyway
>Though she wasn’t really aware of the vulgar expression for it, Fluttershy was surprised to find she was getting pretty turned on
>She took a deep, shuddering breath, awkwardly placing Tree Hugger’s hands on her hips
>Then she managed to meet the other girl’s eyes, and Tree Hugger raised an eyebrow
>”Yeah?” Tree asked
“I… don’t really know where we go next,” Fluttershy admitted, awkwardly combing her fingers through her hair.  “Like, how we go from doing this to d-doing, um, more…”
>Tree Hugger smiled
>”You still wanna do more?”
>Fluttershy nodded
“Oh, yes.  D-definitely yes.  You can, well… show me, right?”
>”Fuuuck, I was really hoping you’d ask,” Tree Hugger said with a dazed, dreamy smile
>She took Fluttershy’s hand, giving her a little squeeze
>”Let’s head back to my room, ‘kay?”
“Oh, r-right.  So we can… on your bed, yeah.  Heh.  Makes sense.  Lead, um… l-lead the way”
>Fluttershy had to force herself to close her mouth before she said any more stupid stuff
>Tree Hugger smiled, and kissed her on the forehead as she led her back into her bedroom

>Fluttershy sat by herself on the bed, her legs dangling to the floor
>Tree Hugger padded barefoot around the room, inspecting her records before selecting one in a battered cardboard sleeve and placing it on the table
>As it began to spin up, the room filled with echoing guitar chords, their sound muffled as if played underwter
>Once the record as playing, Tree sat down next to Fluttershy, her hand atop the other girl’s
“H-hey.”
>”Hey, you.”
>Tree Hugger kissed her nose
“I’m, um, ready to start.  If… if you are.”
>Tree Hugger smiled
>”Of course I’m ready.  Here…”
>She lifted Fluttershy’s hand and placed it against her warm cheek
>”Touch me wherever you want, okay?  Just go at your own pace.”
“O-okay.”
>Fluttershy stroked the little dimple right beneath her girlfriend’s eye, then let her hand drop lower, fingers drifting across Tree’s neck, until they reached her smooth collarbone
>Fluttershy gulped
>She repressed the instinct to chicken out, and lowered her hand to Tree Hugger’s breast
>It was… much smaller than hers, barely big enough to fill Fluttershy’s palm
>Still, they felt adorably perky, and there was a pulse of life beneath their tiny size
>Fluttershy’s thumb brushed over Tree Hugger’s nipple, and the other girl closed her eyes and let low groan escape her mouth
>”Oooh, man…”
>The sound of that first, pleasure-dripping “Oooh” would stick in Fluttershy’s mind for the rest of her life
>She got a little braver, and let her hand play across Tree Hugger’s stomach, feeling the hippie’s surprisingly taut abs beneath a layer of smooth skin and delicate silk
>Fluttershy was starting to wish that silk wasn’t there…
>As if sensing this, Tree Hugger lifted the hem of her skirt a bit
>”You wanna go under it?”
“Y-yes, please.”
>Fluttershy placed her hand against Tree Hugger’s thigh, feeling weirdly proud to find Tree Hugger’s skin dotted with goosebumps beneath the delicate tips of her fingers
>Slowly, she slid her hand up until her knuckles brushed the hot, fuzzy contours of Tree Hugger’s sex
>Tree Hugger cooed
>”Go to town, girl…”
“O-okay.”
>Fluttershy had no idea how she was supposed to do that
>She’d played with her own on more occasions than she was willing to admit, but Tree Hugger’s?
>They couldn’t be that different, she supposed
>She started by cupping Tree Hugger’s crotch in her hand, feeling the soft, curled hairs bristling against her tender skin, then ran her fingers along the girl’s outer lips, gently teasing them to warm her up, just as she always did to get herself going
>Tree Hugger placed her hand on Fluttershy’s leg
“A-am I hurting you?”
>”No way.  Your hands are, like… miraculous…”
>Fluttershy didn’t know why she found that so hot
>She got a little more bold, and started to work her fingers in towards the more sensitive, squishy folds of Tree Hugger’s valley
>The further in she got, the more moisture met her fingers, until they slipped between Tree Hugger’s swollen lips with gentle, frictionless *shlicks*
>Tree Hugger’s breath was coming quick and heavy now, washing over Fluttershy’s cheek
>”You… you wanna put one in me?”
“Do you w-want it?”
>Tree Hugger nodded, her eyes still closed
>Fluttershy obliged, and slipped a finger up inside the other girl, feeling the ribbed, muscled walls of Tree Hugger’s vagina contract around her knuckles
>”R-righteous…”
>Tree Hugger’s hips twitched of their own accord, rubbing her now-dripping sex against Fluttershy’s palm
>”Oooh, right there…” Tree Hugger cooed when Fluttershy’s finger tip curled against a taut spot deeper inside her.  “Right there, ah… oh, man…”
“Are you going to, um, orgasm?” Fluttershy whispered
>Tree Hugger suppressed a chuckle
>”If you wanna make me… I’m super close…”
“I really do…”
>A grin spread across Tree Hugger’s face
>”Aww yeah… yeah…”
>She clamped her teeth on her lower lip
>”Y-yeah… *o-ooo-oooaa-ooh*…”
>Tree Hugger’s voice cracked, and Fluttershy could feel the shudders of delight tracing through her girlfriend’s body and then running down her own arm
>Fluttershy was somewhat disappointed that Tree Hugger wasn’t the wet mess that she herself tended to be when she climaxed
>Then again, she’d probably have felt guilty for making a mess of the bedsheets…
>Fluttershy gingerly slipped her hand from inside her girlfriend, making Tree Hugger squeak
“You, um… liked that, right?” Fluttershy asked
>For a moment, she was weirdly scared about the prospect of admiring her messy fingers
>But she held them up to the light, somewhat mesmerized by the way Tree Hugger’s juices clung to her fingers in clear, viscous drops
>”Liked it?  Bruh…”
>Tree Hugger flopped onto the bed next to her
>”That was some [Tree Hugger held up an OK sign, which very hard to convey through text] shit…”
“I’m r-really glad it was good for you!” Fluttershy said, still awkwardly holding up her slimy hand
>Tree Hugger glanced up at it
>”Oh, wanna know what you do with that?”
“Um, what?”
>Tree Hugger sat up just enough to lick her own juices off Fluttershy’s fingers
>”That.”
>…
>Fluttershy stared at the girl in abject horror
“You… you j-just… your own… you…”
>”What?  It’s all natural.  No different than licking another girl’s.  Which, speaking of.”
>Fluttershy went so red that her horror was immediately put out of her mind
“You want to… d-do that next?”
>”I’ve been daydreaming about it all day,” Tree Hugger said, licking her lips
“I, um, okay.  But, uh… *eep*.”
>Fluttershy kicked one foot against the floor
“S-should I get, uh, naked now?”
>”I wouldn’t be against that.  I can do the same, if you want.”
>Tree Hugger, still lying on the bed, managed to yank off her tunic and toss it aside in one smooth motion
>She stretched out along the bed for Fluttershy to admire
>Her body was lithe and uniformly tanned to a delicate olive color, with a tiny poof of red-and-orange hair covering her sex, matted now with her fluids
>Tree Hugger’s nipples were much darker than Fluttershy’s, as were the lips of her pussy
>A tattoo of a tree growing into the shape of a heart stood out on Tree Hugger’s right buttock
>She must have noticed Fluttershy’s eyes heading in that direction, because Tree hugger asked, “Something more you wanna see?”
“Y-your, um… butt, if that’s okay…”
>”More than okay, girl.”
>Tree Hugger rolled onto her stomach, presenting herself
>”Remember, touch whatever you want~”
“R-right.”
>Fluttershy gingerly placed her palm against the plush flesh of Tree Hugger’s booty
>A tiny, devious part of her really wanted to give it a smack
>She tried, but it ended up being more along the lines of a gentle pat
>Tree Hugger smiled, and wriggled her hips a little for Fluttershy’s amusement
>Fluttershy pinched her tongue between her teeth
>”Your turn now,” Tree Hugger said
“Okay.  I, um, I’m…”
>Fluttershy stood up, the pit of her stomach burning with anxiety
”H-here I go…”
>Fluttershy started with the animal socks Tree Hugger had liked so much; she peeled them off, feeling the soft carpet beneath her soles as she raised her hands to her skirt
>But they stopped halfway, shaking
>”You okay?” Tree Hugger asked, sitting up
“I am, just…”
>Fluttershy gulped
“I’ve never been, you know, naked.  In front of anyone else.  Except my mom I guess, but that’s… yeah, not really a thing.  This is way different.  I, um…”
>”Want me to help?”
>Tree Hugger placed a hand on Fluttershy’s forearm
“Yes,” Fluttershy managed to eek out
>Tree Hugger gently reached her hands up Fluttershy’s skirt and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties
>Fluttershy shivered as Tree Hugger slid them down, but let the garment fall to her feet
>Tree Hugger’s hands raised back to her hips
>”You still okay?”
“Y-yes.”
>”Rad.  C’mere.”
>She pulled Fluttershy closer, still sitting on the bed, and Fluttershy bent down to kiss her
>Their mouths met, and Tree Hugger raised her hands to Fluttershy’s butt, cupping it gently as their tongues danced
>Fluttershy’s fear felt far away in Tree Hugger’s embrace; electricity coursed along her spine as Tree Hugger’s hands explored her bottom, and then gradually worked on getting her skirt off
>The skirt fell, and Fluttershy, with Tree Hugger’s assistance, lifted her hoodie, shirt, and eventually bra off, dropping them to the floor
>Tree Hugger’s room was as muggy as ever, and Fluttershy was grateful for that
>She didn’t shiver, or flinch, or even feel a desire to cover herself
>She simply stood there in front of Tree Hugger, breasts hanging free against her chest and warm air ticking her sex
>Tree Hugger drank in the sight of her, then pulled Fluttershy onto the bed
>”You are totally *radiant*, you know that?”
“I, um… didn’t.”
>”I’m glad to be the one to tell you.”
>Tree Hugger wrapped herself around Fluttershy, and the girl’s limbs intertwined, forming on long, silky length of curious hands, legs and gyrating hips as they kissed
>Fluttershy had loved getting to make out with Tree Hugger earlier
>But she had to admit, doing it naked was ten times better
>She began to lose concept of where Tree’s body ended and hers began, there was just skin, sensation, the feeling of fingertips on tender, naughty areas…
>They broke away after what felt like hours, and Fluttershy was drenched in sweat
>”Hey, you.  You want me to go down on you?”
“I, um… if that means what I think it means… yes.”
>Tree Hugger chuckled
>”It definitely does.  Lay back, okay?”
>Fluttershy didn’t have to be told twice
>She sprawled across the bed, spreading her legs in the process because that seemed like the proper thing to do
>Tree Hugger crawled lower down her body, kissing her along the way
>She stopped at Fluttershy’s breasts
>”God, these things are epic…”
>She planted a wet smooch against Fluttershy’s nipple, then took it into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl over against the petal-pink flesh
“W-whoa…” Fluttershy gasped
>Tree Hugger trailed lower, kissing Fluttershy’s belly, and then the squishy bit of her gut right above where the pink hair of her valley began
>”Man, like…”
“Hmm?”
>”This is gonna sound weird.  But, like… I’ve never wanted to eat out a girl as bad as I want you.  It might be the pink hair.  Looks like candy.”
“O-oh.”
>Fluttershy giggled, making her thighs shake
“I’m actually, um, pretty glad to hear that.  I h-hope it’s as good as it looks,” she said.  “D-dig in.”
>Both girls just stared at each other
“S-sorry, I’ll never say that again.”
>”Hah, thanks.”
>Tree Hugger planted a fat kiss on Fluttershy’s inner thigh, making the girl squirm beneath her
“Oh… w-wow…”
>Tree Hugger hadn’t even touched her sex, but Fluttershy already found herself unable to hold still
>Her back arched as Tree Hugger’s breath ran in hot waves over her crotch, and she practically cried out when the girl’s tongue teased the gentle, highest part of her thigh, barely an inch from her swollen, now-sopping lower lip
“D-don’t tease me…”
>Fluttershy could swear she heard Tree Hugger chuckling, even as the girl’s mouth finally met her quivering pussy
>”Ah!”
>Tree Hugger licked her slowly, almost lazily, savoring each taste
>Each meeting of her tongue and Fluttershy’s clit sent fresh spasms through the girl’s body, and Fluttershy clamped her thighs tightly around her girlfriend’s head
“S-sorry…” she mumbled, her voice cracking
>”Totally okay,” Tree responded, muffled.  And then, quieter, “Squeeze me…”
>Fluttershy didn’t have to be told
>Her thighs were rather willowy, not really capable of that true death-squeeze, but the adrenaline coursing through her now let her clamp them deftly around Tree Hugger’s dreadlocked head
>Tree could feel her girlfriend’s climax building through the skyrocketing pulse beneath her cream skin
>She slowed down, letting her tongue meet Fluttershy’s engorged clitoris only for a moment before pulling away
“U-uh… uh…”
>Fluttershy wiped sweat from her forehead
“P-please, Tree… c-can you make me… m-make me, um, orgasm… please…”
>Tree Hugger supposed that was as close as she’d get to begging with this girl
>She greedily buried her face in Fluttershy’s muff, slurping greedily at ever delicate, soaking inch she could reach
“O-oh… oh m-my!”
>Fluttershy fucking *creamed*
>It was something in an entirely different league from the kind of orgasms she could give herself
>Her back arched until it ached, and her entire body thrummed with the delicious, wet tattoo of Tree Hugger’s mouth, forming into a sheer, white blanket that covered her, curling in crackling mantles of ecstasy on her nipples, clitoris, at the back of her neck, and in the soles of her feet
>She collapsed to the bed, her chest heaving
“Ha… h-ha… Tree… t-that was…”
>”You’re tellin’ me,” Tree Hugger said, sitting up
>She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then lay alongside Fluttershy, wrapping the other girl in the arms
>Fluttershy was still trembling, and was grateful to have the other girl holding her
>She rested her head against Tree’s naked chest, her breath ragged
“Is… is it always that good?”
>”First time?  Nah.  You’re pretty special.”
“Oh, it w-wasn’t me.  You were the one doing all the work.  You know, teaching me.”
>”Hey, you can only teach as well as your students can learn.  Whoa, that actually sounded pretty wise…”
>Seized by a sudden desire, Fluttershy squeezed herself against Tree Hugger, trembling and surprised to find tears welling in her eyes
>"Whoa, girl..." Tree Hugger mumbled, running a hand across Fluttershy's cheek.  "What's the matter?"
"N-nothing.  Just, um... this is gonna happen again, right?  This isn't, like... a one-time thing, or something... right?"
>"No way."
"You'll k-keep wanting to have me over, right?"
>"For real?  I'd have you *live* here if I could..." Tree Hugger mumbled into Fluttershy's ear
>Tree's arms played along the slender girls back, finding the delicate spot between her shoulder blades and delicately running a soothing finger across it
>Fluttershy cooed
"I'd l-like that."
>She found herself smiling, crying, and still, paradoxically, kinda aroused
>It was a strange evening, that's for sure
>But Fluttershy had the feeling–or at least she hoped–that every night spent with this girl would be just as weird