"Finally! What took you so long? It's nearly sunrise!"
The seemingly Omni-present filly, said after opening the front door to your house. Her face formed into an adorably annoyed scrunch while her emerald eyes blinked once.
"O-oh I'm sorry, Sweetie. I h-had to take care of Mr. Bear's tummy ache all night. He ate some old salmon and needed some fresh ginger for his stomach trouble."
The mysterious guests stood at your doorway, eerily backlit in the moon's light.
"Sigh...but Fluttershy, I spent all this time trying to get my cutie mark in lock picking! I even got everything ready for tonight."
Sweetie said, her face still slightly scrunched.
"You did? My, what a productive filly! Rarity must be so proud."
She leaned in, whispering as her eyes glanced around the interior of your home.
"Yup! Sis and I haven't bonded this well in...well...forever!"
Sweetie beamed with an exaggerated whisper volume.
"Come inside! I got all the goods ready, and you just have to experience it before he wakes up and sees them gone or finds us here!"
"Oh! R-right. I'm so lucky to have you and your sister as friends..."
Fluttershy smiled politely and happily trotted inside...but not before cautiously glancing over her shoulder to see if she or Sweetie had been spotted.
"Not a problem! I had to repay you for that Cockatrice incident anyway..."
Sweetie Belle shut the door, allowing the dim fireflylight to once again seep through the room as the pair made their way towards your modest accommodations. There, lain out atop the cushions of your reading room sofa, was three pairs of your boxers with noticeably different levels of soil and sweat.
"Here they are,"
Sweetie stated as she waved her white hoof proudly over her collection of your undies.
"Don't they just look great?"
She beamed proudly, her tiny unicorn horn sparking in a light-green hue.
"W-Wow...I've never seen his underpants before..."
Fluttershy mumbled as her blush grew, scraping her hoof gently against the floor while hiding slightly behind her rosy mane.
"Yeah they're pretty sexy alright, but then again, they don't come from just any colt... they're from MY coltfriend!"
Sweetie nodded once.
"Besides, if you think just looking at them is cool,"
She whispered, grinning devilishly at Fluttershy.
"Just wait until you smell them."
"S-s-smell them?!"
Fluttershy stammered with shock. She certainly wasn't expecting such a treat; to sniff her distant crush's underwear. Sweetie nodded, picking up the first clean, laundered pair of boxers gently in her dainty hoof.
"Yeah! I'll walk you through the ones I've been able to find in his closet and laundry. Just take it easy, try not to make much noise, and enjoy."
The mischievous foal said, her voice cracking as Sweetie raised your boxers to her nose before taking a big, long whiff. She smiled cutely as Fluttershy looked on anxiously, waiting for her verdict.
"See, these are fresh and soft...just washed, really."
Sweetie stated for her friend as if a museum lecturer.
" You can see how stretchy and fun they are..."
She pulls the fabric, snapping them softly and eliciting a giggle from Fluttershy. Sweetie Belle handed them to her older friend, who took them with a nervous hoof.
"W-wow, they're so soft,"
Fluttershy whispered before taking a dainty sniff.
"And they smell like fresh lemon!"
She smiled happily, sitting on the floor next to Sweetie who simply nodded her head.
"Yup! He does all his own laundry with fresh, natural stuff. I see him buy it all the time at the market when we're carrot shopping."
Sweetie stated, taking the clean boxers and laying them back on the couch. Fluttershy's former anxious expression was nearly melted away now, as she felt much more comfy in the dimly lit room. She came out more from behind her mane.
"This next pair is a bit more interesting."
Sweetie said, her naughty grin returning as she lifted the next sample.
"These are his swimming boxers. I see him wearing them whenever he goes to the beach. By the look of the salty sand near the strings, he hasn't washed these trunks off lately..."
She brings them to her snout, opening them by the drawstring and taking a much longer sniff than before. Fluttershy watched in fascination, slightly astonished by the observational prowess of the young foal.
"Ahh..."
Sweetie Belle sighed, pulling her head and horn from the depths of your swimming trunks. She handed them to the sitting pegasus.
"Can you just imagine the scene? His hot body, laying in the sun as birds chirp overhead...sweating and swimming in those shorts as he and I play in the water..."
A small blush grew over Sweetie's face.
"Oh my...h-he is dreamy..."
Fluttershy mumbled, not hesitating to take her turn sniffing your trunks. She closed her eyes as the heavenly scent of saltwater and brine mixed with your masculinity flooded her nostrils. She couldn't hold back lightly blushing herself, feeing slightly warm and bothered.
"See? I knew you'd like it. Admit it Fluttershy, you like sniffing his underwear too, don't you?"
"Uh-huh..."
Fluttershy mumbled, her blush expanding as she scrunched your trunks against her snout now with both forehooves. Lost in her own dirty thoughts, she didn't notice Sweetie even picking up the next pair of boxers. Sweetie's blush only grew, lifting up the third and final set with both hooves in slow reverence.
"This next pair is the crown of them all,"
She began, staring hungrily at them. Fluttershy paused for a moment, opening one eye to watch the foal.
"They're extra-dirty with his musk. I spied a bit on him; he wore them just yesterday...all day..."
She brought them close to her nose, already smelling the powerful odor emanating from the cotton.
"They're also his favorite kind. Rarity taught me all about the fabric: jersey knit organic cotton, perfect for exercise and a long day's work."
Fluttershy 's eyes, both open now, became fixated on your soiled trousers as her blush remained. Her ears perked forward in anticipation for more descriptions.
"I knew he was wearing these yesterday when I peeked on him changing after his shower."
Sweetie grinned evilly, inching your boxers ever closer.
"He exercised all day, did some woodworking in the hot sun, and then in the afternoon, Rarity and I...well, mostly me...met him and played in the yard. Oh, how we rolled around. I made sure I got him extra sweaty for these tonight."
Unable to withstand your aroma, Sweetie shoved her snout right into the crotch of your boxers, taking a long, hard sniff. She shuddered almost violently as the smell washed over her lust-filled mind.
"W-what's that slot in the front for?"
Fluttershy stammered, her nervousness returning as she caught a slight whiff of your scent. Unconsciously, she had begun shuffling herself slightly against the floor as her wings began to extend.
"This?"
Sweetie squeaked and pointed with a hoof to your crotch area.
"This is where he keeps his stallio-er, manhood. You know what the best part is?"
Sweetie Belle asked, her voice nearly a whisper as her own arousal became more and more apparent. Fluttershy simply shook her head, eager to hear more and have her turn.
"I leaned against his bedroom window...I think my coltfriend might have took care of a little 'personal relief' business while wearing these last night, too..."
Sweetie's tiny tongue flopped out of her mouth and slowly licked along your boxer slit. A dainty moan escaped from her lips as she tasted your musk. Sitting against the floor, a small squirt of filly juice leaked out from her haunches as she winked against the hardwood. Fluttershy could only shudder in awe, witnessing the lewd scene before her as her own arousal grew and grew.
"Fluttershy?"
"Y-y-y-yes?"
She stammered meekly.
"He's gonna make me a mommy someday."
Sweetie Belle stated sincerely, rubbing her face against the smooth fabric where she wetted it with her tongue.
"He's gonna fill me up and we're going to have foals..."
She was completely gone, lost in her fantasy.
"I w-want to be a mother, too..."
Fluttershy shifted against the floor again, feeling her own marehood start to wink as she imagined you kissing her instead of the unicorn filly.
"Do you th-think...maybe I c-could..."
Suddenly a series of creaks sound from the hallway.
"What was that?!"
Fluttershy nearly shouted as footsteps sounded down the hall.
"Oh no, he's awake! I told you that you should have gotten here earlier!"
Sweetie chirped.
"Quick! I read this in a mystery book! We need to get rid of the evidence!"
Standing up, Sweetie Belle caught her horn on your dirty crotch slit, getting your boxers stuck on her head.
"Ahhh! I can't see!"
With all the grace of a runaway applecart, Sweetie stumbled over herself and hit her head against the floor. The sound of footsteps drew ever closer. Fluttershy's eyes dilated as she began to hyperventilate.
'Step.'
Her eyes scanned over the two pairs of trunks.
'Step.'
She scrambled to her hooves, grabbing them both and shoving them into her mouth just as you rounded the corner.
"...Sweetie Belle? What are you doing in my house so early?"
You rubbed your eyes, looking at the scene before you.
"Hey get those boxers off your head! They're filthy! And...Fluttershy?! What in Equestria are you doing here?"
You shouted, demanding an answer. Fluttershy only began to sweat and fell back onto her normal anxiety.
"Mppmmp, mhmmph mmmph!"
You sighed, rubbing you temples.
"Fluttershy, spit whatever you have out."
Fluttershy looked down at her snout then back at you.
"Nuh-unhmmph."
"Yes."
"Nuh-uhmmph."
"Do it."
"Nuh-uhmmph."
She blushed furiously.
"Fluttershy. You will spit out what is in your mouth. Right. Now."
You demanded.
"Blaahh!"
With a uncouth sputter, she gagged your boxers out onto the floor, drenched in her saliva before hiding slightly behind her mane.
"My boxers? Seriously? Sweetie, explain this!"
You gestured at the mess, but Sweetie Belle simply laid still on the floor, having knocked herself unconscious and your dirty underwear still caught on her horn.
'Thump!'
You heard a loud thud.
"....Fluttershy?"
You glance over to her. Her eyes turned into the back of her head as she passed out from embarrassment, still managing to blush.You scrunched your nose as the smell of two faintly aroused mares hit your nostrils. Your stomach growled, not even having breakfast yet for the long day ahead.
You sighed,
"Damn ponies..."
