Butterflies are Bugs, Too
-by Drace Domino
For the past two weeks, the walk between classrooms when a new period started made Fluttershy nervous. She’d hold her books close to her chest as she scurried from one room to the next, always keeping her eyes darting from side to side, hoping to spot an intruder before they descended upon her. She shuffled with short steps that sent her skirt fluttering around her ankles, tried her best to shrink her head into her shoulders to stay low, and always made sure to stick to the pack. Sometimes, it worked. Sometimes she managed to make it to her next class without having to contend with the butterflies in her belly or the nervous goosebumps lining her arms, or without having to sit the entire next class in a state of bewildered confusion.
But then, some days…
“There’s my girl! Looking delicious, as always.” Chrysalis was sometimes so stealthy and sneaky that it seemed like she fell from the ceiling, landing perfectly beside Fluttershy and taking the girl’s hand in her own. Her fingers intertwined with the sweet young woman’s and she gave her a happy squeeze, leaning firmly against her and letting a slow, chittering purr escape her lips as they closed in on Fluttershy’s cheek. “Hey, sweet thing...you miss me?”
Fluttershy never knew quite how to respond. Ever since the new girl came to CHS, Fluttershy caught her eye and the timid young woman had been left stunned ever since. Chrysalis was...she was a bad girl! There was no other way to put it! She was always in trouble, she didn’t hesitate to skip class, and one time she even called Principal Celestia a stuck-up bitch! Bad girl, indeed, and she showed no signs of ever getting nicer.
As the two girls walked, Fluttershy managed to glance at their reflection in one of the windows, and it only made her blush all the more vibrantly. Could there be a more mismatched pair? Fluttershy was half-hidden behind the veil of her pink hair and dressed as conservatively as always, while the dark-skinned punk was aggressive and scandalous. She wore a full fishnet shirt that covered her belly and all the way down across her shoulders and to her fingers, with a torn short sleeve shirt draped casually across. It was the same color as her dark green hair that hung in long, uncombed tresses down the sides of her head, giving her a permanent “just got out of bed” look. The whole thing was accented with a pair of baggy black jeans with holes in the knees and chains dangling from the pockets, adding a little air of danger and attitude that no one else at CHS seemed to have.
Chrysalis was unique. She was dangerous. And for some reason, she seemed to think that her feelings for Fluttershy were reciprocated.
“H...Hello, Chrysalis, uhm…” Fluttershy nibbled her bottom lip, gazing down to where her fingers were interlaced with the other girl’s own. A few gentle tugs didn’t help her escape, and she pressed the issue in her usual timid tone. “You’re...you’re holding my hand again. Uhm...w...we’re not…”
“Not supposed to? Ha, I know, but who cares what that cunt Celestia says?” Chrysalis grinned, punctuating the C word particularly loud, as if daring Celestia to hear it. She released Fluttershy’s hand only for a brief second, darting her arm behind the girl for a fresh new target. “Not supposed to grab that cute little ass of yours, but...oops!”
Fluttershy’s squeak was so loud that several students in the hall turned to face her, and she immediately hid behind the book she had been holding to her chest. It was a few seconds after before Chrysalis finally released her grasp on her friend’s rear, just so she could once more fit her hand snugly within Fluttershy’s own. From there it was her that controlled the direction they were walking in, pulling along the young woman with a playful smile on her face.
“Fuck, the noises you make are the cutest.” Chrysalis grinned, fully planning to remember that sharp squeak so she could enjoy it later. “How’s your classes going, baby? No one picking on you? If they are, you just let me know, and I’ll fuck them up something fierce!”
“W-What?! N-No, nobody’s picking on...goodness, Chrysalis!” Fluttershy peeked from behind her book, shocked at the implication of such a thing. She stumbled along with the aggressive punk, whimpering from the back of her throat as she did so. “Please, don’t! People are already afraid to talk to me ever since you punched Trixie in the belly!”
“Hey, she had it coming!” Chrysalis’ grin was immediate, and she flexed the fingers of her free hand into a fist. “After what she said about your hair? Sparkly-headed bitch was just lucky I had detention, otherwise I would’ve stuck around to give her a double dose! Nobody makes Chrysalis’ best girl sad!”
Fluttershy just sighed, a tiny pout rising to her lips as she continued along with the other girl. The butterflies were back in her belly. The nervous goosebumps were back on her arms. She was walking wherever Chrysalis was pulling her, just like she always did. Such was the nature of their unusual relationship - the new punk girl thought that she and Fluttershy were dating, and although the timid young woman could’ve sworn that she never agreed to such an arrangement, there she was keeping pace beside her.
Still...the hand locked against her own didn’t feel all that bad, and it was sort of nice having someone that was so eager to defend her. (Even if she did hate the punchy parts.) As the two girls rounded the corner and started dipping deeper down the halls, Fluttershy might have still been pouting, but she wasn’t trying to pull away anymore.
***
It was in one of the lesser-used girl’s restrooms that their walk finally ended, with Chrysalis pulling Fluttershy inside and slamming the door behind them. In an instant she was on the other girl - pressing her slender body against the sweet young thing’s frame, her hands drifting down to help herself as she so often did. Fluttershy was left blushing and gasping as one of Chrysalis’ hands sunk again against her rump just as the other moved to her belly, creeping fingers across in a ticklish fashion that would’ve made anyone squirm.
“We should have plenty of privacy here, my sweet little bug.” She cooed, bringing her head near enough to draw in a long, savoring scent of Fluttershy’s hair. “I simply couldn’t go much longer looking at you in the halls without acting on it. Surely, you can’t blame me...such a desirable thing you are.”
“C...Chrysalis, I...y-you’re...you have the wrong...wrong impressi-ahhh…!” Fluttershy’s resistances weren’t very strong from the very beginning, let alone by the time CHS’ new bad girl managed to sink her claws into her. Despite herself Fluttershy found her rump squeezing into the other’s grasp, just as she knew she had goosebumps rising underneath her shirt across her flat belly. The blush that covered her cheeks like a shroud began deep in her chest, and she was left utterly helpless as Chrysalis leaned in to press the very whisper of a kiss against her throat. Lips, surprisingly soft and careful considering the girl’s rough attitude, started to trace along Fluttershy’s throat from her chin to the spot where her neck met her shoulder, and each one only shattered more of her resolve. “Oh...C...Chrysalis, that’s...that’s kinda...mmm…”
The sinister-looking young woman merely smiled wider, and began to trail her kisses on a steady path towards Fluttershy’s mouth. Ever since she had first fell into CHS and taken a liking to Fluttershy, this had been a moment she craved. A bit of privacy with her declared girlfriend, without any of her obnoxious friends hanging around. A moment to enjoy her company and her beautiful, delicate physique. With fingers at Fluttershy’s belly and rear, with the impression of her lips still tingling on the girl’s throat, it wasn’t surprising that by the time Chrysalis moved in for a kiss that it was sweetly returned. Offered with a gasp from the back of the timid young woman’s throat, and just as warm and delicious as the punk had suspected.
“Mmm…” Chrysalis gave a tiny murmur the second their lips connected, and her particularly long, agile tongue slithered out to claim a taste of her girlfriend. Fluttershy’s resistance against her affections had all but faded away in the heat of that moment, and Chrysalis offered her the sort of affection that she had never known elsewhere from anyone at CHS. Passion. Desire. A possessive, hungry need that only two lonely teenagers could offer one another. By the time Chrysalis’ tongue had been exploring Fluttershy’s mouth for a brief moment, the pink-haired girl was drawing her arms upward and looping them around her shoulders, eager to return it.
Her first kiss. Her first moment of private delight. And, as the bell for the next class finally rang declaring them as late, the first time Fluttershy had willingly skipped class. As they kissed longer and longer one of her feet kicked up from the knee, and she leaned against the clever-tongued bad girl even harder. Maybe...this was what Fluttershy really needed. Someone that was rough around the edges that could add a little spice to her sweetness.
Nearly fifteen minutes later, and Fluttershy was still in a haze. Her head was spinning and her heart was racing, and she was sure that if her clothes were to be stripped away she’d be little more than goosebumps and blushes. The kiss of the other girl left her reeling and with her senses flaring in a dozen directions at once, so much so that she ignored all of her common sense and acted purely on instinct. There was no time to be nervous and shy, no thought in her mind that made her doubt herself. Chrysalis’ kiss had done something incredible to the young woman - unleashed her from her self-imposed chains and encouraged her to do things just because they felt good.
All that, from a couple of grabs to her ass and a particularly heated kiss.
It was so stunning to Fluttershy that she didn’t even know how she arrived at her current position, there on her knees in front of her girlfriend in the middle of the girl’s restroom. Her throat was tight as she stared straight ahead, watching as her fingers worked frantically against the button and zipper of Chrysalis’ jeans. The butterflies in her belly were going wild, and yet her fingers continued as if of their own volition, and when the other girl dropped a hand down to comb black fingers through her hair, Fluttershy merely preened in delight.
“A...Almost have it…” Fluttershy whispered, her trembling digits finally working the button free. Soon thereafter she grabbed the zipper, and began the slow process of pulling it down. She gazed upward at the punk girl’s face in the meantime, whispering in a tiny but excited tone as she did so. “This is my first time, Chrysalis...I hope I do okay…”
“You’ll be lovely, my bug.” The green-haired girl returned to that nickname, and gently tapped a finger to Fluttershy’s nose. “I’m already positively crawling with excitement.”
With her support spoken, Fluttershy had the boldness to grasp Chrysalis’ pants and finally pull them down. She yanked the jeans and panties in the same fluid motion, leaving them both bunched around the girl’s ankles while exposing the moist, black slit beneath. Her first look at another girl’s pussy, her first scent of someone else’s arousal, and her first moment of anticipated pleasure as she prepared to cross another line. Fluttershy took a deep breath that was laced with the aroma of the other girl’s excited nethers, and when she finally dipped her head forward she ensured that her lips were spread wide and her tongue dangling forward, ready to give it her all.
Chrysalis’ voice caught in her throat, and she was forced to lean back against the girl’s room sink while Fluttershy worked. Her feet remained spread as far as they could manage with her jeans tented between them, and her hands wrapped with a white-knuckled grip to the edge of the sink as pleasure started to flood within her. Fluttershy’s technique was...messy. Inexperienced. Long, wild wet licks passed up and down her pussy just as Fluttershy’s lips mashed against her hood, trying to do everything at once and not focusing on any particular aspect. It was an overwhelming sensation that the girl was quick to refine as she got more used to it, but moreover: as she picked up on Chrysalis’ cues.
Fluttershy always was the empathic sort.
“Y...Yes...oh, you’re...you’re doing spectacularly…” Chrysalis finally managed to squeeze the words from her throat a minute or so into the service, rolling her hips from side to side and grinding her soaked nethers against Fluttershy’s mouth. Looking down, she could see the sweetest face she ever beheld, with lips perched gently around her hood and a smile tugging at the corners of her otherwise-occupied lips. Fluttershy, as adorable as she was, even gave her girlfriend a little wave, and couldn’t help but giggle, sending all the more vibrations across her. It was enough that Chrysalis’ hips bucked violently against the sink, and she once more shuddered in joy. “S-Such a treasure you are…”
The praise made Fluttershy smile even wider, and her tongue curled across Chrysalis’ folds up to the point that she nestled it underneath her hood. With her lips pursed and gently suckling she wove that sweet pink muscle against the delicate flesh, searching out the sensitive bud of the confident punk. Her eyes continued to gaze upward, staring past the fishnet-clad belly and that midriff sleeveless shirt, past Chrysalis’ breasts until she could see her face properly. It was downright cute - her nose was scrunched up, she couldn’t seem to decide if she wanted to bite her bottom lip or force out the first gasps of a moan, and even a line of sweat had collected at the edge of her brow. For all of Chrysalis’ forward behavior and bold freedoms she took with Fluttershy’s body, now that they were alone? Now that it was the pink-haired young woman that rested on her knees tending to the other’s most sensitive spot? It looked like they weren’t all that different.
The tough girl had a softer side, and she was exposing it now for Fluttershy to savor.
Lines of Chrysalis’ nectar rolled from the corners of Fluttershy’s lips, and it was a certainty that she’d be carrying the scent of her arousal throughout the entire day. Considering how hug-happy Fluttershy’s friends tended to be, it was essentially a guarantee that they’d figure out that she had been doing something naughty during the day. In the heat of the moment, she didn’t mind. It was worth it to keep enjoying those sweet tastes of the bad girl, and especially to see the look on Chrysalis’ face as she twisted into tension and pleasure and excitement in an endless loop. Fluttershy couldn’t help but giggle a few times while she worked when Chrysalis made a particularly cute face, and she found herself downright surprised at just how often it happened.
When Chrysalis found her peak, her knees buckled and she needed to lean back hard against the sink to prevent from falling down to the floor. Her body quivered and her thighs in particular were set to spasm - both of them shaking fiercely underneath Fluttershy’s delicate grip. The flavor rushing against Fluttershy’s eager mouth intensified accordingly and the girl’s eyes went wide as she experienced it, from the rush of nectar offered to her wiggling tongue to the fact that Chrysalis’ body grew intensely more sensitive. Looking up, Fluttershy could see that the punk was biting her tongue to prevent from screaming out and alerting everyone to what they were doing, but the strain was enormous on her.
And then, with little more than a few satisfied whimpers from the back of her throat, it was over. Fluttershy pulled her head back only when Chrysalis’ hips rocked away from her, the sensitive folds of her hood left too raw and tender to continue. When the pink-haired beauty gazed back up at her friend, her cheeks were downright slathered in clear delight that added a cute glaze across her blush. Chrysalis, still with her pants around her ankles, could do little more than drop to her knees and suddenly lunge forward, wrapping her arms around the other girl for a fiercely tight hug.
She gave good hugs. Who would’ve ever guessed?
“Thank you…” The bad girl of CHS whimpered, sounding anything but as she tightened her grasp. When Fluttershy returned the embrace Chrysalis shook with a cathartic wave of emotion, and even sniffled a bit before losing her face against the long tresses of soft pink hair. “Did...did you...”
“Oh, I enjoyed it so much!” Fluttershy finished the other girl’s question for her, and turned her head to peck at her cheek. For another long moment she remained in place, squeezing Chrysalis in return and snuggling her as much as he could before they had to leave. They hadn’t yet heard the bell again, but Fluttershy had no idea just when the current class period would be over...it sure felt like they were doing naughty things all afternoon. When the intimate embrace finally ended the pair rose to their feet, and Fluttershy did her best to clean up while Chrysalis pulled her pants back into place. Not much else was said between them until they started to make their way to the exit, and Fluttershy’s hand snuck down to claim Chrysalis’ own.
This time, she was the one that instigated. Her fingers interlocked with the bad girl’s and she even leaned against her, her other arm stretching over to hold onto her bicep in a feminine, affectionate fashion. The pair shared a small smile as they lingered near the door, before Chrysalis leaned down to kiss her girlfriend - briefly - and offer a tiny whisper against her lips.
“Walk you home tonight?”
Fluttershy just snuggled in closer, and made a satisfied, adorable squeaking noise.
“That’s what girlfriends do, right?”
The End.
Author's Note
Hope you enjoyed! This was a fun, cute story to write. :) Tough girl/shy sweetie is a good dynamic.
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