>"We could play strip happy days game!" Pinkie suggests.
>"That don't sound like a real game," Applejack says skeptically.
>"Pinkie, no more making up games. Not after last time." Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes remembering the night they were up till 3 playing Pinkamania.
>"What, haven't you guys seen Friends?"
>The girls all stare at Pinkie blankly.
>"The One at the Beach?"
>Twilight breaks the awkward silence
>"No one watches those 90s shows but you."
>Pinkie gasps
>"That show is like GOSPEL to me."
>"Because it's about friends?" Fluttershy asks.
>"EXACTLY. See guys, Fluttershy's on my side here."
>"Oh, no." she corrects her. "I've only seen a couple episodes. They're all just so... loud."
>"That's the fun part! You're telling me no one in this room likes this crazy popular show? Rarity?"
>"I did like seeing Rachel work at Ralph Lauren, but then they always seem to make it about their dreadful relationships."
>Pinkie starts losing hope. "Anon?"
>You've been silent this whole time
>Didn't want to admit you watch the show to the girls
>Didn't want to admit why you watch to Pinkie
>(It's 'cause you can see Rachel's nips in every episode)
>Realize everyone's staring
>Fuck, answer them
"Uh, yeah. I watch it sometimes. It's alright."
>Pinkie's eyes light up

>"So Anon, maybe you and I could do a Friends marathon sometime!"
>Be walking Pinkie and Fluttershy home
>The night just sorta fizzled and some of the girls had curfews
"Ha. Maybe."
>"Come on! It's not like you have a girlfriend who'd get jealous or anything."
"...Maybe I have a crush on someone."
>Truthfully, you heard about Pinkie's reputation around school
>You're unsure you want your first time to be with Pinkie "Finger" Pie
>Besides, you weren't really lying, were you
>"Oooh, do I know her?"
>You get all clammy
>Fluttershy coughs and elbows Pinkie
>Pinkie takes the hint and changes the subject
>"Anyway, the girls and I were talking, and we wanted to invite you a party this weekend."
"A party?"
>"Saturday night, no curfew, Fluttershy's parents are outta town..."
>You glance at Fluttershy
>She's looking away, just sorta going along with what Pinkie's saying
>"...and you can bring the booze right?" Pinkie asks. "We heard you had a fake ID."
>It's your older brother's ID and you only used it once
>Truth makes you look lame so you just go along with it
"Yeah. Totally."
>After agreeing you realize the corner you just backed yourself into
>"Great! This is my place. I'll see you then!"
>Pinkie bounces up the steps to her front door
>Continue walking with Fluttershy
>Immediate awkward silence
>What the hell do you say
"So, hosting a party, huh? You're like the new Pinkie, haha."
>Fuck that was lame
>Fluttershy hesitates before answering
>"I just mentioned my parents would be gone and Pinkie took charge. The alcohol was Dash's idea."
"And you're okay with it?"
>"Well, I... I'm just trying to be a good friend. It could be fun."
"I'm looking forward to it."
>Reach Fluttershy's house
>"Bye Anon" she smiles ever so softly
>She goes inside
>Stand outside kicking yourself
>Acted like a total creep tonight
>Could you BE more awkward?
>Movement in her bedroom window
>Fluttershy pulls her curtain back a few inches and pokes her head out from behind it
>She sees you still standing in front of her house
>FUCK
>Run home

>You're outside Fluttershy's house, holding a couple cases of hard lemonade
>You sweat bullets the entire time in the liquor store and just grabbed the first thing you saw
>Had no idea what the girls wanted to drink anyway
>Girls don't like beer, right?
>Music and chatter coming from inside
>Don't be a pussy, Anon
>Knock on the door
>Twilight opens up. "Hey, Anonymous! Glad you could make it!"
>Step inside
>What the hell? Half the school's here
>Thought it was just gonna be a small get-together
>"Let me help you carry these to the kitchen." Twilight grabs one of the cases from your arms
>Tense up as her hair brushes your arm
>She notices
>"Oh, relax. Truth be told, I'm not that great at parties either. Just try to unwind and enjoy yourself!"
>Follow Twilight to the kitchen
>Rarity and Fluttershy are in here, standing by the fridge
>And like six other people from school, great
>"Oh, Anonymous, so kind of you to bring the drinks! Not that I'll be having any, of course." Rarity sips her Sangria
>Wait, where the hell did she get that wine?
>"Hi Anon," Fluttershy says softly. "Thanks for coming over."
>Smile at her
"I, uh, wasn't sure what to get. Hope you guys like lemonade."
>Rainbow Dash pops her head through the door. "Lemonade? Aw man, Pinkie said he was bringing booze!"
>"Hard lemonade, Dash." Twilight rolls her eyes. "There's vodka in it."
>"Sweet!" Dash tears the case open and yanks out two bottles
>Everyone stares at her
>"What? One's for Applejack." She heads back to the living room
>People start grabbing their own bottles
>Take one for yourself and casually stroll over to Fluttershy
>She's the only one without a drink in her hand
"Not thirsty?"
>"Oh, I'm really grateful you brought the alcohol and all. I just don't think drinking is the best idea for me."
>Do you say you respect that or playfully tease her about it
"Why not, don't you wanna get /wild/?"
>Fluttershy just stares at her feet
>Rarity glances up from her phone and gives you a weird look
"Sorry. Just a bad joke. I think it's kinda cool you don't drink. Know yourself and all that."
>She doesn't look up
>But was that a faint smile just then?
"Okay, well I think I'll check out the rest of the party. See you guys."
>Head to the living room
>Like twenty kids in here
>Dash and AJ in the corner, doing... lemonade shots
>Lots of little groups deep in conversation
>Not sure who to go up to
>Standing there awkwardly when
>"AAAHHH! Anon! You came!" Pinkie glomps you, nearly knocking you over
>Steady yourself, man!
"Heyyy, Pinkie. Thanks for the invite."
>"Of course! Oh my gosh, there's so many people I want to introduce you to! Sometimes I forget you go to school with us 'cause everyone acts like they've never even met you!"
>She announced that last part a little too loud for comfort
>She drags you around the room, introducing you to people you've gone to school with for like ten years
>This is embarassing as hell, but you play along for Pinkie, talking a little bit about yourself and somehow not exuding spaghetti
>By the end of it she leaves you with Dash and AJ and thankfully not some other randoms
>"Hey Anon, think ya can outdrink me and Dash here?" Applejack challenges you
>"No way he can!" Dash taunts. "Just look at him. He's a total lightweight."
"Oh, you're one to talk."
>You emphatically look up and down her scrawny, lithe... supple body
>"I think he's checkin' you out, Rainbow." AJ teases
"No, I just meant-"
>"Alright then, tough guy. Prove it, chug the rest of your drink and catch up to us." Dash points at the two empty bottles on the table beside her
"Fine. No problem."
>Yes problem
>This was like 5% alcohol but still, for your inexperienced ass, the vodka was bitter as hell
>You've been nursing your drink the past twenty minutes and only finished a quarter of it
>But fuck it, right?
>Throw your head back and start downing lemonade

>Party's been going on a couple hours
>Everyone's been getting progressively plastered
>ESPECIALLY Dash and AJ, who kept competing long after you had dropped out
>Sitting on the couch watching people hang around
>Twilight's digging through Fluttershy's bookcase. She's probably the least drunk, behind Fluttershy of course
>She pulls out a couple of DVDs. "Look, Fluttershy's home movies! Who wants to watch?"
>This is a weird turn for a high school party
>But everyone seems into it, general murmurs of affirmation
>"Which one should I pop in? Fluttershy's first steps? Her sweet 16?"
>"We were THERE, Twilight," Dash mocks
>Rarity comes over to look. "Ooh, Fluttershy's ballet recital! I bet it's absolutely marvelous. She has the body of a dancer, that one."
>They bring it over to the DVD player
>Look over at Fluttershy
"You cool with this?"
>She gives a little shrug and a bemused smile
>"Everybody hush, it's starting!" AJ announces
>Fluttershy sits on the couch
>Right next to you
>People start packing in on the couch, not enough seats in the room
>Now she's pressed against your side
>Oh fuck
>Look down at your lap
>Her tiny thigh is pushed up against yours
>Her gorgeous legs poking out of her flowery skirt
>Her pale yellow skin looks so soft
>How is it so smooth?
>She glances over to you, giving you a sweet smile
>Smile back
>TV turns on
>It's Fluttershy, maybe age 10, dancing as a ballerina on stage
>She's actually... really good
>Lots of oohs and ahhs from the drunk audience
>She dances around nimbly, perfectly balancing on her toes
>Suddenly she lifts her leg up and spins
>"Ooh, pirouette!" Rarity coos
"Actually, that's a fouette."
>Everybody turns to you
>Did you really just say that
>Why do you know that, damn it?
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>Fluttershy giggles. "Well, he's right."
>Everyone chuckles and shrugs it off
>Fluttershy pats your leg and leans into your ear
>"Nice," she whispers
>Wow
>"Big deal, I's can do that!" Pinkie slurs
>Is she... an angry drunk? Or just absurdly confident?
>Pinkie starts bouncing around the room, kicking her legs up recklessly
>She bumps into furniture and almost knocks a lamp over
>"Pinkie! Stop makin' a fool of yourself!" AJ scolds
>"Wheee!" she cheers obliviously
>She leaps onto the coffee table in front of you
>She throws her arms up and tries to pose dramatically but just looks stupid
>"Oh, hang on a second," she mumbles
>She fumbles with her top
>"Thiz thing's too tight 'round the arms." She pulls it over her head
>Everybody gasps
>Her bare rack is on full god damn display
>There's like twenty sets of eyes in the room all locked on her tits
>Those pink, perky, bouncing breasts
>"There we go!" she throws her arms back up, tossing the shirt, and kicks her leg as high as she can go
>The table wobbles and she loses her balance, falling forward onto the row of six people sitting on the couch
>Of course her tits smack you in the face
>You get a solid faceful of that incredible cleavage
>She rolls onto your lap, face up, grinning at you
>"Hiya Anon." She gives you an awkward wave, her tits still on full display
>Fluttershy is completely stunned
>"Okay, that's enough," Twilight declares. "I think that's it for tonight. Everyone's way too drunk. Time to go home."
>Rarity helps Pinkie up and covers her chest, taking her upstairs
>People start getting up and filtering out
>You stick around to pick up bottles before you go
>Soon it's just you and the girls
>"Sorry about that, Anonymous," Twilight says. "Pinkie just gets a little too excited sometimes."
"It's no problem. Want me to walk her home? She lives right by me."
>"Actually, the six of us told our parents we're staying here tonight." Rainbow hops onto the sofa, kicking her feet up
>"Don't wanna go home to them all drunk n' mumbly," AJ mutters
>"What about your parents, Anon?" Twilight asks. "You look a little buzzed."
>Shit, you hadn't even thought of that
>"Ah, let him crash here for the night," Dash says, flipping through the channels
>"Rainbow! He's a boy." AJ smacks Dash's head
>"What?" she argues. "We hang out with him /all/ the time. He's one of us. It's not like he's a creep like that Flash. Did you see him sniffing after Twilight all night?"
>Twilight's eyes go wide. "I guess it's alright with me if he stays," she says, changing the subject
"Fluttershy?"
>You look to her hopefully, wanting to make sure it's alright with her
>She nods pleasantly
>"Alright then!" Twilight says
>Rarity comes back downstairs. "I put Pinkie to bed, the poor thing. I think I'll take the guest bed with her tonight."
>"Alright, well that leaves Dash and AJ in the parents' bedroom, me on the couch, and uh, Anon..." Twilight thinks, unsure of where to put you
>"He can stay in my room," Fluttershy pipes up
>You and the other girls look at her in disbelief
>"It's just a single bed, I mean, but if he doesn't mind taking the floor..."
>The girls turn to you
"Uh, no. I don't mind at all."
>Is this happening?
>"Okay, great! All settled then." Twilight kicks Dash off the couch so she can make her bed
>You pull out your phone while everyone but Twilight heads upstairs
>Now to tell your parents
>Do I call? No, you don't want to risk coming across intoxicated
>You type out a text to your dad. "Staying at a friend's tonight. Be back tomorrow morning."
>In your drunken stupor you misspell a lot of it, but autocorrect's got your back
>Head upstairs while Twilight settles in under her blanket
>"Goodnight, Twilight," you wave as you flip the light off
>"Night, Anon. Have fun with Fluttershy," she giggles
>Oh God what does she mean by that
>Look down the upstairs hall
>Guest bedroom is dark, Pinkie and Rarity must be in bed already
>Hear Dash and AJ quietly arguing about hockey teams on the other side of the master bedroom door
>Fluttershy's bedroom door is ajar
>Breathe deeply, walk up to it, and knock softly
>"Come in," she says invitingly
>You push open the door to see Fluttershy's changed into a pastel pink nightgown
>Her bedroom walls are adorned with paintings and photographs of animals
>The room is faintly illuminated by a string of twinkling fairy lights hung over the window
>She's sitting on her neatly kept bed, just a hint of excitement in her expression
>This girl was so hard to read sometimes, she kept her emotions guarded beneath the surface
>But part of that was the reason you fell for her in the first place
>She'd always been the ideal girl next door, since you moved to town when you were little
>Your parents got along with hers, and you grew up seeing her at parties and barbeques
>You weren't really friends with her, you were always too awkward and she too shy
>Of course once Pinkie adopted you into the group sophomore year it became easier to talk to her
>For the past two years you've been hanging out with her and the girls
>Honestly, you felt like you were just an "honorary member" of the group because of your gender
>Whenever you were with Fluttershy, you felt a tension between the two of you
>On your end it was because of the crush you had on her since before you had pubes
>But for her part, you wondered what it was
>Was she just nervous around guys? Or was it possible she felt the same way?
>You wanted to believe it was the latter, but there was never really any evidence to suggest that
>The truth was she was insanely gorgeous, got good grades, and everyone loved her
>What was so special about you?
>You shut the door behind you
>"I thought we could chat a bit before bed. I’m not really tired yet."
"Yeah, sure."
>You casually walk to the center of the room, checking out the artwork on her walls
"I like—"
>"You can—"
>awkward pause
>"Sorry, you can speak."
"No, go ahead, you first."
>"I was just gonna say you can sit on the bed if you’d like. Sorry I don’t have a chair in here."
>You politely sit at the foot of her bed, careful not to mess up her sheets
>"Anon, silly, you don't have to be so far away." She pats the spot next to her, motioning you to sit closer
"Heh, sorry. Just didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
>You scooch around the bed, now sitting beside her
>"I'm never uncomfortable around you. I've known you forever."
>You're kind of drunk but you're pretty sure you heard that right
"Really? Because—"
>"Because I'm shy, right?" she chuckles. "I know I'm quiet. I think a lot. Sometimes I think for so long that I never act."
>That... explains a lot?
>"And whenever I'm around you, I might not act, but I do... think a lot."
>Your face feels flush
"Oh. Good things?"
>She leans in, so slowly, that your intoxicated brain almost didn't perceive it
>"Very good things, Anon. I like thinking about you."
>Your heartbeat speeds up
>"I get all... tingly inside."
>Her cheek is an inch away from your shoulder
>"So many guys are just so... loud. But you're quiet, Anon. Like me."
>You turn and look into her giant teal eyes. She's so close to you.
>"I bet you think about me, too."
>She closes her eyes and her head drifts closer
>Shit, it's happening
>Don't ruin it
>Just mirror her movements
>You shut your eyes and bring your head down to meet her halfway
>Your lips connect and press softly into each other
>Holy fucking shit.
>You’re kissing Fluttershy.
>She allows you to lead as your kisses grow stronger
>You take charge, her sweet, small mouth submitting to your movements
>Your booze-soaked brain is on autopilot now, just chasing this feeling
>As your kisses get larger you introduce your tongue
>She gasps a little when you do, exhaling a tiny tuft of air into your mouth
>But she quickly lets you in, even coaxing your tongue inside with her own
>The sensation is overwhelmingly euphoric
>You can almost taste the sweetness of her lips
>After the greatest minute of your life, she gently pulls away
>”Lemony,” she smiles
"Fluttershy, I..."
>You stammer as you try to find the right words
"I can't believe you actually think of me in that way."
>"I've liked you for a while, Anon. I was sort of hoping you would make the first move. But we're getting pretty close to graduation now, and—"
"I'm sorry. There were so many times I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how."
>"It's okay. At least maybe now we can see where this goes?"
"Yes! Yes, that'd be awesome."
>Fluttershy looks at her feet and bites her lip, stifling a smile
"What?"
>"Oh!" she whispers, embarrassed she'd been caught. "It's nothing."
"Come on, you can tell me."
>"Well... that was sort of... my first kiss."
"Really?"
>"I know the rest of the girls have already slept with other people— not that I'm slut-shaming or anything, I swear!"
>She's getting all nervous and defensive
"I get it. Everybody goes at their own pace. I'm... a virgin too."
>You hope that confession was more endearing than embarrassing
>Fluttershy seems comforted by that, thank God
>"Anon, I really like you, and I want to be with you,"
>You're on top of the world
>"But if we're going to do this right, I think I want to take it slow."
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"Right. Slooowww."
>Wait why the fuck did you say 'slow' slowly
>You must be drunker than you thought
>"I want to wait until I'm ready. Is that okay?"
>Is that okay?
>On one hand, this is THE girl next door
>On the other, you're kind of juiced up from all that kissing
>You were hoping tonight would mean going further
>But then again, twenty minutes ago you had no idea you would be going anywhere at all
>Yeah, who are you to judge? At least she's CONSIDERING taking your virginity
>That's more you can say about any other girl
>Where the fuck is this entitlement coming from, you're socially inept, shy—
>shy
>Fluttershy
>Oh shit
>You've been silent for 34 seconds, you absolute moron, answer her!
"Oh. Yeah. Yeah, that's fine."
>She pauses
>"But we can still kiss."
>You smile and lean in
>You return to kissing, starting off gently again
>She seems very into it, as far as you can tell
>She elicits these very quiet whimpers when you bring your tongue back into the fold
>The only reason you can even hear them is because she's moaning softly right into your mouth
>Which feels just... incredible
>She leans her body in closer and reaches for your hand
>Her hand is so tiny, she can barely wrap it around your fingers as she clasps them
>Holding hands and kissing, so pure and romantic
>Wait are you getting a boner
>Shit get her hand out of your lap, don't freak her out
>Play it cool
>You lift her hand tenderly and place it on her leg, still holding onto it
>Crisis averted
>The soft silk of her nightgown feels nice
>And just barely against your thumb you can feel her bare thigh
>Her skin is just as soft as you imagined
>Still kissing her, you rub your thumb gently against her leg
>You feel her exhale a little on your face
>She must have liked that
>You release her hand and let it rest atop yours as you grasp her thigh
>More whimpers as the kisses get more passionate
>You're hard as a rock, feels like pure ecstasy
>In this moment, you want her so deeply, you want her closer
>You bring your other hand behind her hair onto the back of her neck, thumb resting on her cheek
>Oh she's definitely loving that
>You hold her face against yours, leading as she gives into your movements
>You lower your hand from her face
>It brushes her chest on the way down
>Only for a split second but it excited you
>You want her, this is your dream girl, the one you've wanted all your life
>You decide to go for it and steal second
>Slowly bring your hand back and gently stroke her breast
>She inhales sharply in surprise but continues kissing
>You place your palm lightly on her chest
>She squeezes your other hand in her lap
>Must be a good sign
>You cup her breast, squeezing it softly
>God, they're so soft
>Not too big, not too small, definitely a solid C cup
>You can feel her areolas through the thin layer of silk
>Her nipples are getting harder
>Anon's First Handful
>She puts her hand on your arm, holding it tightly
>Kisses get larger as you get more excited
>She's pushing on your arm
>Wait, is she trying to lean in?
>You don't want to open your eyes mid-kiss and look like an idiot
>Trying to gauge her body language by feel
>You're getting lost in the whirlwind of sensations
>You only know you want to melt into her
>Feel her ardent whimpers with every touch
>Getting bolder as the passion gets more heated
>Bite her lip and give her breast a nice firm squeeze
>Suddenly she gasps and pulls back, shoving your arm away
>You open your own eyes, shocked to see a fearful look in hers
"I— I'm sorry, I—"
>"I think you should leave," she said, avoiding eye contact, her expression a mix of fear, shame, and guilt 
>You try to come up with something to save yourself, to defuse the situation
>You stutter out excuses, but the look in her eyes says it all
"Fuck."
>You get off her bed and leave the room as fast as you can, swinging the door shut behind you
>Standing out in the hall, you bury your head in your hands, feeling like a total douche
>Wonder how you could have misread all the signals
>It really felt like she wanted you, she was so submissive, so eager
>You feel much more wasted than you did earlier, or maybe it's the panic setting in
>Maybe you got lost in the sensation and just craved more
>Maybe you couldn't think straight in your drunken state
>Maybe you're a monster and you wanted to violate her for your own sexual indulgence
>God, she's never going to trust you again
>Your relationship with the girl of your dreams was over as quickly as it begun
>You've. Ruined. Everything.
>Leaning your back against the wall, you slide to the floor
>Sit with your head in your knees, feeling utterly devastated
>That's when you hear a familiar flirtatious voice call out to you
>"Nonny..."
>You look down the hall to see Pinkie Pie standing at the end wearing nothing but pajama bottoms
>She's leaning her hand against the wall with her legs crossed
>"What's wrong?" she asks
"I think I blew it with Fluttershy."
>"Aww, poor thing..."
>She swaggers over to you
>Can't tell if she's drunk or trying to look sexy
>"How about I *hic* make you feel better?" she says, sing-songily
>Okay it's definitely both
"I don't know, Pinkie, I—"
>"Come on, don't you wanna have some fun?"
>You look up at her and see her huge, perky tits up close in the dim light
>You were still mostly hard, and seeing Pinkie like this certainly stiffened you up
>She leans down and bites her lip, her breasts swinging in front of you
>You're so hormonal and inebriated in this moment, and she certainly looks tempting
>She leans into your ear and whispers seductively
>"I want you to fuck me till I can't even walk."
>She holds out her hand to help you up
>You hesitate
>For just a moment
>And then you take it

>Monday at school
>You're putting your things away in your locker
>You close it and see Fluttershy watching you a few feet away
>She comes over
>Oh no
>"Anon, I'm sorry about last weekend."
"No, I should be the one to apologize! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable at all."
>"I just got scared when things were moving too fast and I overreacted."
>You feel like shit for betraying her trust
>"But I think I'm still willing to take it slow if you are."
>Oh no no no
>"You mean so much to me, Anon, and I want us to be together."
>Oh no no no no no no NO
>"And I promise once we build a relationship, I'll be ready. And then we can enjoy our first time. Together."
>You feel the pit of your stomach drop
>This was everything you ever wanted
>The girl of your dreams offering herself to you
>It was all being handed to you on a silver platter
>And you were about to ruin it all
>Because this next part
>Was going to kill you
"Fluttershy, I have a confession to make."