Title:           [FS] Groupie
Author:          ChurchClothes
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First Edit:      Friday 15th of April 2016 08:09:47 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 5th of June 2016 05:07:27 AM CDT

>You are-
"Hey, you bastard kids get away from that!"
>The ones in question are now running away from your speaker, laughing all the way.
>Fucking children interrupting your internal monologue.
>If you ever end up with any, you'll surely kill yourself.
>Why the chaperones came the day before and why they brought their children, you'll never understand.
>Now where was-
>Oh right.
>You are Anonymous.
>Relatively new student at CHS.
>Why your parents decided to move right before senior year you'll never understand.
>Not that you cared that much, you didn't really have that many people you'd miss.
>All in all, it was the same shit with a different name.
>But that's highschool for you.
>The one good thing is that this school had a band class.
>So that's how you found yourself with these faggots.
>"You finish setting it up Non?"
>Your "friend" calls to you.
>You really, REALLY hated Flash.
>You didn't have a choice though, his was the only band that had an opening.
>The others were alright, but ol Sentry boy was an entirely different story.
"I don't know Flash, maybe you should see for yourself."
>He ignores your salty tone.
>"Hmm, naw." He then goes back to sleeping like the lazy cunt he is.
>You grunt and continue setting up for the dance.
>Flash's band anyways plays the dances.
>This time was no exception.
>Thankfully, your actual friend Gat, takes over, giving you a much needed break.
>You crack your back before joining the yellow manchild in the circle of chairs.
>They continue gossiping like girls while you close your eyes and lay back.
>Eventually the topic turns to actual girls.
>"Alright, would you rather fuck... The pink one or the cowgirl?"
>They audibly recoil.
>"I think I'd rather kill myself."
>"No. You have to pick one."
>You hear him pretend (you hope) to retch.
>"Aight... The pink one."
>"Same. I heard she's got ADHD. Anyways, how bout you Non?"
>You hum in thought.
>You didn't really listen to rumors, but if you did, you'd have to decide between incest or autism.
>...
"Cowgirl."
>You smile when you hear them gag.
>"Dude you're sick, you know she fucked her brother!"
>You begin laughing.
>The topic changes again.
>Still girls, just who's attending or who's worth mentioning.
>Turns out Flash is expecting his girlfriend.
>You couldn't care less.
>Then everything seems be alright for some reason.
>And some brazzers tier babe is blowing you.
>You sigh and use both your hands as a pillow.
>Strange.
>There's a distant laughing that seems to be getting closer.
>Your eyes snap open.
>Your band mates stand over you giggling.
>"Good morning."
>One of them extends a hand.
>You slap it away and sit up.
>Looking around, it's obvious they finally finished setting up.
>Thank god, staying overnight to prepare for a school dance is not how you'd want to spend the day.
>They leave after a few more laughs.
>You grumble and grab your backpack.
>Judging from the sun, it's around 7.
>You don't stop for anything before getting in your car and getting home.
>Once there, you jet into your room and top your stuff on the floor.
>You just wanna get the fuck back to sleep.
>But being the hygienic person that your parents made you, you brush your teeth first.
>Doing so, you find that those fags drew dicks all over you.
>You just mumble vulgarities as you wash them off.
>You hop in bed and try to sleep.
>Nothing happens.
>So you just lay there, staring at the ceiling.
>You groan.
>You try to think of something that'll put anyone to sleep.
>Oh yeah.
>Back in [insert horse pun city here] you had the smallest amount of success in the "music industry".
>Really, it was just you posting the occasional song on soundcloud as a joke.
>You didn't really care for it, but I was kinda cool having people know you.
>But you left that behind when you came here.
>Fuck, now you are tired.
>It was now the next day.
>Thankfully the school day when by fast.
>You finish the gay essay your teacher made you do just as the bell rings.
>Probably the hardest think you've had to do the entire year.
>Damn it feels good to be a senior.
>You leave it on your desk and haul ass to your car.
>The dance wasn't for 3 hours, but there was still shit to do.
>You stop by your house to pick up your clothes and lucky pick.
>It's just some slacks and a dress shirt.
>You look in the mirror a few times.
>Once you found yourself ready, you headed to your chosen meeting area.
>Fucking Flash's house.
>Once there, you see more than a few cars parked there.
>You remember all the talk about dates.
>Guess it makes sense.
>You laugh as you imagine them having to ask there parents to use the car.
>Putting it in park, you walk to the door and hear way more voices than you expected.
>You normally you'd knock, but fuck Flash.
>Instant all the attention is turned to you.
>Then they immediately go back to talking.
>You spot Gat sitting on a couch with that one purple haired girl.
>What was her name?
>Rara?
>You'd heard she liked stripes but that confirmed it.
>Either way, you were told to just wait here.
>Looking around again, you see Flash with Twilight.
>And that RainbowDyke is with...
>You forgot his name.
>Still couldn't be bothered.
>So like usual, you decide to close your eyes and try to relax.
>You really hope one of them decides to touch you again.
>You'd drop him -so- fast.
>"Umm, Rainbow Dash is it time to-"
>This was your only warning before the wind was knocked out of you.
>Actually, you take that back.
>You also heard the deepest gasp and squeal you've heard in a long time.
>Your eyes are forced open like a stress toy and you also gasp.
>Looking down at the source, you see an unfamiliar yellow girl.
>After rocking you a few times, she stops suffocating you and continues.
>"Oh my goodness, it really is you!"
>You try catching your breath a few times.
>She laughs nervously.
>"I'm sorry, I just can't believe it."
>Finally your diaphragm goes back to work.
"W-who?"
>She then proceeds to state your full name, date of birth, and several of your songs.
>Everything is exact.
>Jesus.
"Uh yeah. And you are?"
>"I'm sorry, I got a little carried away. I'm Fluttershy."
>She smiles at you.
>You try your best to not be scared it weirded out.
>Try.
>Still, you manage to force a smile.
>You hear giggling from across the room.
>Fluttershy was definitely interesting.
>As it turned out, she'd been listening to you since before you even moved here.
>And calling her a "fan" just wouldn't begin to cover it.
>You continued talking to her.
>It was more like she would ask you something, you would reply normally, and she would lose it.
>"I didn't even know you came to Canterlot, if I had I would've done this sooner."
>Odd.
"Why is that?"
>"Hmm?"
"I mean, why didn't you know? That kind of thing gets pasted around pretty fast."
>"Oh, I guess I just don't really talk to many people..."
>And now you feel bad.
>"Hey Anon?"
>You barely recognize the raspy female voice.
"Yeah Rainbow Dy- Dash?"
>She doesn't seem to notice.
>"Can you do me a big favor?"
>Great first impression.
>You sigh as heavily as you possibly can.
"What?"
>"Can I tell you in private?"
>You turn to Fluttershy who's obviously disappointed.
>You agree anyway.
>And by private, she meant away from the girl in question.
>"Alright, I need you to take Fluttershy with you."
>Oh lord.
"What?! Why?"
>She continues.
>"You're going straight to the dance, right?"
"Who told you that?"
>"Don't worry about it. I also know you're not going with anyone."
>Fucking cunt.
"So what?"
>"So. I AM going with someone. And Fluttershy's cool, but I don't really feel comfortable with her tagging along."
>Unbelievable.
"That's it? You're just gonna drop her on me?"
>"Pretty much."
>It's at this point you nearly went to jail.
>Nearly.
>She must have noticed your anger.
>"Hey, look on the bright side. She seems to be completely obsessed with you."
>Literally the worst way to phrase that.
>But you're curious about one thing.
>You sigh again.
"If that's true, how come she didn't know I went here?"
>She just shrugs
"You didn't tell her?"
>"Nope. I guess I just never really listened."
>RainbowDyke really is a horrible friend.
>Someone then calls you both back.
>They're leaving.
>Everyone is going to dinner.
>Except you.
>Like the dyke said, you're going straight there.
>Fuck.
>Well. Maybe it won't be so bad going with someone else?
>Oh right, you need to tell her.
>"So you'll be riding with An-"
>And for the second time that day, Fluttershy nearly kills you.
>She apologized again and let you go.
>You wait for everyone else to empty out before you head out.
>Fluttershy couldn't stop giggling as you reluctantly let her in your tin can.
>She gasped as she entered.
>"Oh my goodness, is that?"
>She's looking at the back seat where your baby girl Gibson rested.
>You nodded.
>"Can I?"
>You sighed and nodded again.
>She slowly reached back and handled it like the most holy of artifacts.
>Judging from the look on her face, she must've been completely gone.
>"Wow."
>It only took about 15 minutes to get there.
>15 minutes you endured nothing but silence.
>Fluttershy was also now cherry red.
>Meh.
>You take the back way into the gym.
>Only a few people are there, still setting out drinks.
>Fluttershy remains outside in her trance.
>You would've left her there but then you spot them.
>Those same fucking kids from yesterday.
>Without thinking, you pull her in with you.
>You yell again and they disperse like cockroaches.
>You clime on stage and assess the damage.
>Literally every cable has either been unplugged or put in the wrong stop.
"Fuuuuck."
>You're forced to redo all the work you put in yesterday.
>"Wooo."
>You break focus from the bundle of cables for just a moment to see Fluttershy bouncing up and down and quietly cheering you on.
>You might go to church if this was anything to go off of.
>You finished in only about 45 minutes.
>You jump off the stage and sit in a nearby chair.
>"Umm, h-here you go A-anon."
>A yellow hand passes you a cup of something.
>You're way too thirsty to care.
>You down the thing in a second.
"Thanks."
>With your eyes closed, you don't notice Fluttershy drink what's left of your punch.
>"So umm, I like your music..."
>How this girl can go from playing 20 questions with you to barely able to speak above a whisper is beyond your comprehension.
>Still, you hum in response.
>"I didn't really enjoy that kind until I listened to you."
"That's nice."
>"Do you think I could maybe..."
"Huh?"
>You open your eyes and see her hiding in her hair.
>"Could I get an autograph?"
>You internally shrug and agree.
>She reveals a marker.
>No paper though.
>She's entirely red now.
>Not thinking, you rip a flyer off the wall and sign it.
>She takes it but let's a disappointed "oh." Before readjusting the top of her dress.
>You were oblivious to this as well.
>You hear footsteps and look to see that people have started to arrive.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later."
>You get up and Fluttershy cuts you off.
>"W-where are you going?"
"Practice."
>"C-can I come?"
>Fuck.
>You really didn't want to hurt her feelings, but that was how you got ready.
"Er- Fine."
>You swear you heard the quietest "yay" ever made.
>Regardless, you go back on stage and start playing a few simple songs on the lowest volume.
>You hum the lyrics as well.
>Strange, you don't remember your voice being this good.
>Wait.
>You turn to Fluttershy who's quietly singing along with her eyes closed.
>She notices how you've stopped humming and opens her eyes.
>The moment your eyes meet she blushes.
>"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you!"
>You chuckle.
"Don't be you were doing really good actually."
>She blushes even harder.
>"You don't mean that..."
"I'm serious, have you done that before?"
>"Well, I have a few times."
"Can you sing some more?
>She looks conflicted.
>"B-but you need your practice."
>You look down at your golden instrument.
"That can wait, I really wanna see what you can do."
>You give her an encouraging smile.
>"Okay."
>You start playing one of your songs.
>There's a short instrumental at the beginning.
>A few moments before the lyrics begin, she clears her throat.
>Here it goes.
>...
>Woah.
>Your mouth hangs open and your fingers continue on autopilot as you take in her angelic voice.
>You swear you could listen to that all day.
>And she's supposed to be YOUR fan.
>Seriously, this was the kind of sound people would pay to listen to.
>The song concludes, but she stretches the last line until she's out of breathe.
>She pants a few times and looks up.
"Wow. I-I don't know what to say."
>She freezes up.
>"I'm sorry, I know I'm no good."
"Are you kidding? You're incredible!"
>She blushes again.
>"You don't need to lie."
"Fluttershy."
>She looks in your eyes again.
"You're good. Really, really good. Maybe even the best I've heard."
>Her eyes grow and a smile starts to form on her face.
>"Y-y-you really mean it?"
>You nod.
>Whatever internal switch she has is flicked and she hugs you, this time you don't have to fight for air.
>"You don't know what this means to me."
>You return it.
>You'd never really been hugged like this.
>It felt nice.
>But it's cut short by someone whistling.
>You look over her shoulder and see Flash's shit eating grin.
>You have to remember to drop his faggot ass after this.
>"We're on in 10 Non."
>Shit.
>You break the hug.
>Fluttershy still smile but looks disappointed.
>She leaves with an understating nod.
>"Not bad Anon. Not bad at all."
>You see Flash's eyes move over Fluttershy as she leaves.
>Actually, fuck it. You're dropping him now.
"You watch your mouth you fucking peacock."
>You stomp toward him but a pair of arms holds you back.
>You still struggle to escape causing Flash to back away.
>"Jeez, I was just joking."
>You stop fighting are released.
>"Just wait till after this is over man."
>Oh, it was Gat.
>And he had a good idea.
>You plug in your guitar as does everyone else with their respective instrument.
>You zone out as the curtain evens and the vocalist begins his speech.
>You swear that guy has no balls.
>Not as an insult, but he could do things to his voice that a normal person just shouldn't be capable of.
>You let your hands do there thing as you think about whatever comes up.
>Time passes quicker this way.
>You barely realized when the song you and Fluttershy had just played came up.
>You snapped back to reality and looked into the crowd.
>She was in the very front along with the group from before.
>Once she hears the song she loses it and had it not been for the volume of the music, you probably would've gone deaf.
>You actually decide to play this one and put your soul into it.
>So much so, that your fingers start to hurt.
>Nearing the end now.
>You look at Fluttershy, she's swaying with the music as is most everyone else.
>You smile.
>You close your own eyes as it concludes.
>And then you feel something warm and wet hit your face.
>Some of it got in your mouth.
>It tasted like soap.
>The entire room goes silent.
>You opened your eyes.
>All eyes are on you.
>You look down a find a pair of pink polka dotted panties.
>And they were completely soaked.
>You look back at the crowd.
>It was pretty easy to guess who it was, even if she wasn't completely red and smiling like a dope.
>Without warning the room erupts into cheers as you are pelted with even more undergarments.
>The dance was put on hold as the principal was forced to send half the people home with detentions to look forward to.
>Fluttershy managed to avoid punishment somehow.
>And now the only music comes from an iPod connected to the speakers.
>The same ad on YouTube causes you to cringe every time it comes on, but I could've been worse.
>Welp. Now you gotta find something to do.
>You sip on your punch and lean on the wall with your instrument still strapped to your back.
>Out of the corner of your eye, you see yellow and pink.
>She walks up to you with her head hung.
"Yes Fluttershy?"
>She mumbles, but you hear a sorry in there.
>You drop a weight you didn't even know you were carrying.
"It okay."
>"I just wanted you to know how much I..."
>You set your cup down.
"I get it. It's fine, really."
>You wait for a response but nothing comes.
"So, do you want to dance or something?"
>"Y-yes."
>Her expression doesn't change.
"Are you lying?"
>She pauses, and the nods.
>You smile.
"Good."
>After a few more words, you're walking her to your car.
>On the way there, you spot Flash arguing with his "girlfriend".
>In any other case you would stay out of their business, but you remember something.
>You walk up to him.
>Both of them stop to look at you.
>You bow, and then connect your knee with his crotch.
>Twilight spits on him before storming off.
>When you return, Fluttershy's already inside.
>You start the engine and ask her.
"So. Where do you live?"
>Instead of giving you an address, she guides you the entire way there.
>"There" just happens to be a cliff on the edge of town.
>You already know what's happening.
>Well, at least you can say it wasn't your idea.
>You smirk.
>As much as you try to resist, you can't help feeling giddy inside.
>Sex was an odd thing.
>You still manage to remain mostly composed.
"You live here?"
>Still weren't 100% on how to start engagements like this.
>"N-no."
"Well what are we doing here then?"
>Your tone is sarcastic.
>Not sure if she's pick that up yet though.
>"I-I don't know... Maybe we could, t-t-t-talk?"
>You're disappointed, but you really were an idiot to assume she would jump right into it.
>Then again, she had all the characteristics of a groupie.
>You still feel a little proud about that.
>You turn the car off and lean your seat back.
"So, what do you want to talk about?"
>She remains upright.
>"I don't know."
>Well then.
>She sighs.
>"Do you want to know the real reason I brought us here?"
>Here we go.
>You hum in approval.
>"I wanted to know if you'd want to... Try something?"
>You look at her.
"What kind of something?"
>She holds her breath.
>"Y-you know."
>She trails off.
>You didn't need to be told told twice.
>You agreed instantly and she let out and exited squeak.
>You undid your belt and pulled out your diamond rod.
>Fluttershy nearly ripped her dress off as she undresses.
>Pretty obviously, she's now in just her bra.
>You can see the excitement in her eyes.
>She maintains eyes contact as she undoes her last article of clothing.
>And quick as the dress was off, she pulls you into her bosom.
>She moans as she does so.
>You smile like a retard as you enjoy the plush, warm flesh on your cheeks.
>You reach up and start gently kneading them.
>"ohmygoodness, it's actually happening! It's actually happening!"
>Oh yes.
>You suckle on the inside of left teat.
>She gasps and moans.
>You halt your assault on her chest when your neglected member pulses.
>You sit up in front of her.
>She hyperventilates and spreads her flower for you.
>"I-I've been saving it f-for you Anon."
>Your heart begins increasing its speed.
>You catch a glimpse and choke up.
>Her pink, glistening folds lead to an intact hymen.
>She hides her face from yours.
>Damn.
>Now you feel a little guilty.
>A little.
>You feel the smooth skin of her legs rub against your thighs.
>You close the distance and hear a help from her as you make contact.
>You push in a little, but something becomes clear to you.
>You try to give her an unsure look, but you're interrupted by her heels pushing you in entirely.
>Fluttershy lets out a scream in bliss.
>Huh.
>You look in her eyes and you swore you saw hearts.
>"More, please. More~"
>You don't need to be told.
>You begin with your usual semi experienced thrusts.
>She gasps of moans with each bump.
>You also let out the occasional grunt.
>The moisture found where you were both connected starts causing slapping sounds.
>Had she been any tighter your dick would be losing circulation.
>Has she been any hotter, and it would be on fire.
>She was.
>Perfect.
>You get another taste of this as she gasps loudly and squeezes you.
>"I-I think I'm gonna-"
>She moans as you get your pants get drenched.
>But that's far beyond your concern right now.
>You're on edge.
>You continue your to piston in and out.
>Then you feel something lock up and you go as deep as you possibly can.
>You bury your face into the side of her neck as you cum inside.
>She hums.
>An alien sensation is felt around your jewels and you gasp.
>She rolls them around a bit, effectively doubling the amount poured into her.
>Now spent, you fall on top of her panting.
>When you come back, your using her breast as a pillow.
>You quickly roll over onto your own seat.
>She lets out disappointed "aww".
>You rested your head on your hands and sighed.
>Fluttershy joined you and drew circles on your chest with a finger.
>You smiled.
>Then you catch yourself from falling asleep as she hums in her perfect pitch.
>It's pretty late now.
>So after you both got dressed and cleaned up, she gave you the correct directions to her home.
>"A-Anon?"
>She asks as you stop the car in front of the house.
"Yeah?"
>"Could you do one last thing? If you wouldn't mind that is..."
"What is it?"
>"C-can I get your autograph?"
>You cock your head.
>She pulls down her dress slightly and you get the message.
"O-oh, sure thing."
>She hands you the same marker from earlier and you uncap it and begin.
>'To my #1 fan Fluttershy <3
Anonymous~'
>Once done signing her generous mounds you hand it back and she puts her dress back up.
>"Thank you."
>She opens the car door and steps out.
>You're caught off guard when she kisses you on the cheek before giggling all the way to her porch.
>You rub your cheek and look down at your hand.
>Then you chuckle.
>Groupies.
 
~
 
>You're Anonymous.
>Self made musical artist and millionaire.
>You have all the luxuries you could ever want, and you're not even 30 yet!
>Life is good to put it simply.
>Right now you're reminiscing you're early years while playing a few songs.
>You still remember your first gig.
>It was back in highschool.
>It was a horrible night, but you loved it.
>And that girl you met...
>You couldn't forget her.
>Sadly, her parents didn't take finding your signature on their daughter's bust to well.
>So your parents decided to move again.
>This time to the big city
>You got random jobs and eventually you made it here.
>In an enormous mansion.
>Even now, you don't have to nerve to go looking for her.
>As much as you want to.
>You're getting really into it when someone opens your door.
>You sigh.
"What is it now?"
>"Someone here to see you Mr. Mous."
>Odd.
>You NEVER get visitors anymore.
>Going to the enormous wooden entrance, you look through the peel hole.
"No way."
>You rip it open.
>"Hello Anon."
>There standing at your door step is the very same Fluttershy.
>She looks older (obviously) and more filled out.
"Shy, what's going on? Jeez I haven't seen you in-"
>"8 years."
>She cuts you off.
"Yeah."
>She giggles.
>Man, even now you could just spend the saying listening to that voice.
>"Well, I very much want to catch up, but I've got someone I want you to meet first."
>You hum in agreement to anything she says.
>She motions for someone to come and from somewhere comes a small child.
>"Anon. This is Timber."
>You wave to him.
>He just hides behind Fluttershy.
>"Timber sweetie, this is Anon. Your father."
>Wait. Hold the fuck up.
>"D-daddy?"
>Drop dead instantly.
The End.