"Tea and Cucumbers"

by Pony Porn

Rating: mature
Tags: Discord, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Romance, Comedy, Fluttershy, Sex
Length: 1868

People are curious as to why Fluttershy, one of the shyest students at Canterlot High, hangs out with the old janitor every week.

As soon as he got hired, Discord, the old janitor at CHS, had a soft spot for Fluttershy. Whether this spot was completely platonic or romantic, he enjoyed her company. One day, Fluttershy is invited over Discord's house for tea and cucumber sandwiches. Seeing as Discord was nice to her all along (maybe a little devilish, but nice nonetheless) and her being her naive self, Fluttershy accepts his offer.

But once she gets there, there are no cucumber sandwiches nor is there tea.

Fluttershy is of the legal age for consensual sex

Published 2015-06-03 17:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-06-17 15:46:26 UTC

Prologue

Author's Note

Extra tags that may be useful for enjoying this story: All types of normal sexual intercourse (vaginal, anal, oral) and some kinky things inbound. Also pedophilia. Fluttershy has OOC thoughts, but her outside character is the same. Enjoy~ :twilightsmile:

Prologue

"Tea and Cucumbers"

Maka-baka

~ Prologue

Fluttershy rushed down the pearly hallway of Canterlot High. Her long, green skirt flailed behind her as she ran, the hem flapping in the human-generated breeze. She skidded to a stop at her classroom, her rubber boots making hesitant squeals against the tile floor. She flung her creamy hand to the doorknob, flinging it open and stepping into class.

An instant amount of heat resided onto Fluttershy's cheeks. She felt every student in the classroom's eyes burning into her skull, especially the one's of her instructor, Mr. Perriwinkle.

"Twenty minutes late," the old teacher stated gruffly, his pale, white jaw tight. He looked at his bony wrist, which held a tiny, brown watch, to add effect to her scolding. "Is there a reason for this, Miss Shy?"

"Oh... Um, I-I'm really sorry, Mr. Perriwinkle," Fluttershy began, clutching her fingers together sheepishly. "It's just that... well, I woke up late, 'c-cause my alarm didn't go off... And-"

"After school detention."

"What?!" The girl's turquoise eyes practically ejected from their sockets, knees locked together. "W-why- T-this is my f-first time-!"

"We have a strict policy about being late, Miss Shy. It doesn't matter if you've never been late before, the rule still counts. You'll stay after school when the rest of the kids are dismissed until five PM. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-yes... Mr. Perriwinkle," Fluttershy sighed, defeated.

"Take your seat."

The pink-haired girl walked glumly over to her seat next to Rainbow Dash and Lyra, shoulders slumped into her white tank-top. She sat with her eyes glued to her maple-wood desk, sulking at the thought of detention.

Detention! How disappointing, she thought glumly. Never once have I had a detention in all my life. Now just for being a couple of minutes late...

Fluttershy followed the grain imprint of her desk with her finger, while Mr. Perriwnkle continued with his dull speech - the one he was giving before Fluttershy walked in - about neanderthals and their evolution.

The class went by as fast as maple syrup dripping off a thirty-stack high pancake. All the while, the shyest adolescent in the class envisioned things that would happen to her in detention: being beat up, someone flipping her skirt, perhaps getting another detention in that detention for whatever reason. She shuddered at those thoughts, though she was overreacting.

When the bell finally did ring, everyone was allowed to walk to their next class except for Fluttershy. Her worn out teacher, seeming especially exhausted this morning, gestured for her to come over to her desk, and she followed dutifully, groaning silently as she prepared herself for another lecture on promptness.

"Erhem," Mr. Perriwinkle cleared his raspy throat, not in such a way to draw attention to himself like most people who went "erhem" did, but to actually get some of the gruff out of his tone. "Miss Shy, you may call your parent and let him or her know that they need to pick you up at five today."

Fluttershy blushed at those words. Despite the fact that she was eighteen-years-old and about to advance from high school to college, she still had not yet received her driver's license. Her Driving Ed teacher had stated that she swerved too many times, but in her fairness, that was only because there were a lot of animals in the road that day.

"Well? What are you waiting for? To be late for another class? Go down to the office and call your mother."

This was a paradoxical order. She was going to be late regardless. She started towards the door when her instructor grabbed onto her shirt. Fluttershy spun her head around.

"Hall pass?" he said earnestly, waving a white, filled-out pass in front of her.

Fluttershy sighed, taking it and finally marching out. Anger didn't usually build up inside of her like that, but she was so exasperated today that she felt she needed some way to take it out, and that way was by making the most noise she could with her feet.

Rainbow Dash raced up to her, wild multi-colored hair flying. She placed two hands on Fluttershy's shoulder, a cool and surprised look on her face.

"Um... Is there something you need, Rainbow Dash?"

"That was awesome!" Rainbow cheered, magenta-rimmed eyes bursting at the seams with excitement.

"What was?"

"Your detention. Out of all people in CHS, I never thought you'd get one! Congrats!"

"I don't really think it's an achievement, Dashie," Fluttershy mumbled sadly, in Rainbow's nickname.

"Aw, buck up, Flutters," Rainbow replied, transforming her rapid, excited patting into a comforting rub, and returning the nickname. "It's only one detention. I mean, it's not like you're getting expelled." Her game face morphed onto her again, with a hint of boasting in it. "I almost got expelled once for shooting gum into Miss. Harshwhinny's hair. It was a perfect shot! I mean, I didn't even think my air projection could travel it that far..."

"Um, Dashie?" Fluttershy interrupted in a caring voice. "I think you're gonna be late for class... I'd love to hear your story some other time, though."

"Yeah. Good call." Rainbow Dash gave her best friend two more pats on the back. "See ya later, Flutters!"

And she was alone again. Everyone had made their ways from first period to second, and now Fluttershy was alone at the locker bay. She walked past the rows of beige-colored lockers, gripping the paper pass she was holding between her sweaty palms. She realized she was nervous about calling her mother - her mother always wanted her to do good in school, to not make any trouble. And that she had. She had apparently made trouble.

Sooner than she would have liked, the bubblegum-haired teenager was at the door of Principal Celestia's office. A shiny, painted on sun displayed this proudly, welcoming students in. Nervously, Fluttershy grabbed for the metal door handle, seeming colder today than it used to be, and opened the door.

Principal Celestia was writing down something on a piece of paper, like usual. A computer sat on her desk, next to a heap of disorganized pieces of other vague paper, probably third semester progress reports. When she heard boots clopping silently on her floor, though, she looked up with a dull smile.

"Oh, good evening, Fluttershy," the principal suddenly brightened up, offering a warmer grin. She gestured a pale hand toward an open seat by her desk. "Please, take a seat. What is it that you need?"

Fluttershy squeezed into the seat, her fingertips trembling, nearly crushing the paper under them. "I-I need to c-call my parents... if that's alright?"

Celestia looked at her with a sort of surprised expression. "Well, of course," she accepted, with wide, purple eyes. She knew the girl was always one of the quieter and shyer ones, but she never expected she'd been this scared to ask someone something. "Dear, are you feeling alright?"

"Um... Y-yes, Principal Celestia... I just have a lot on my m-mind, is all." Fluttershy stood up awkwardly, trying to dab some of the beads of glistening sweat off her forehead away with the back of her hand. She padded towards the old-fashioned phone, one that still hung on a receiver in the wall, in the office. She took the handset carefully, dialing the numbers with a skinny finger.

You're overreacting, Fluttershy, she told herself, facing away from the leader of the school. It's just detention. You've never had one before. You're mom will be totally okay with it.

The dial rings of the phone were gone. It was replaced by a sweet, pleasant voice, the one that belonged to the student's mother.

"Hello-?"

"MOM I'M SO SORRY PLEASE DON'T KILL ME I DIDN'T MEAN TO GET A DETENTION I PROMIIIISE," Fluttershy wept into the transceiver uncharacteristically, causing the principal to jump out of her seat. Tears were flowing from the pupil's eyes, her voice struggling to remain steady.

"Honey, honey calm down," the other pleasant voice urged in a motherly way. "I can barely hear you... Take a few deep breaths, calm down..."

Fluttershy held the transceiver away for a minute, her chest rising and falling. Her heart beat still pounded rapidly in her throat, as she batted away at some of the stray, salty tears that burned her cheek on the down.

"Now what happened?" Butterscotch, the name of her mother, asked when she had finally become relaxed and herself again.

"I-I-" She was still struggling on the shaky voice thing "-I got a d-detent-tion..."

There was a queer silence in the room.

"Fluttershy, what happened?"

"I got in t-trouble for n-not being on time... 'cause ya k-know, the whole incident w-with the alarm clock."

Another silence.

"What time do I have to pick you up?"

"Five... O'clock... P-PM," Fluttershy quickly added randomly, feeling a bit more relaxed now that that was all out of her system. There were no more words after that. The line went dead, and the teen returned the phone back to its holder.

"Well... that was interesting," Celestia commented, another dull look overtaking her face, but some amusement lingering in the irises of her eyes. "Sweetheart, this is your first detention, correct?"

"Um... Y-yes, ma'am."

"You seemed pretty nervous about it." Princess Celestia offered another hand toward the chair. "You needn't be, though. It's really not that bad. Sure, you'll sometimes have those kids that like to shoot wet spitballs and punch each other in the gut, but those are rare. I doubt you'll get them. So don't to be scared, alright?"

"Um... Yes, ma'am," Fluttershy repeated, tugging at the hem of her skirt uncomfortably. "So... uh... what are those papers for?" she asked absentmindedly, hoping to steer away from the discussion of her punishment.

The principal looked up with a smile. Fluttershy has expected her to not tell her, scold her for being nosy even. "We're getting a new janitor at school."

The pink-haired girl forced a smile, hoping to at least pretend she had enthusiasm stored inside her. Getting a new janitor wasn't really a big deal. "Well, that's pretty exciting."

"I'm just filling out the paperwork." Celestia let out a tired sigh as she continued. "I never thought one role would have so paperwork to complete."

"What do you mean?" Fluttershy pondered curiously.

"Maybe you should head off to second period now," Celestia said, ignoring her question and cramming the already unorganized papers into a crevice into the desk. "You've already called your guardian, so it's best you start out."

"Okay. Thanks, Principal Celestia."

"You're very welcome, Fluttershy. Here..." The pale-skinned women bent down, retrieving something from another drawer in her wood desk. She planted a tiny slab of paper down and started to write something down in purple ink. She handed the pass to Fluttershy. "Hall pass."

"Thank you." Fluttershy forced a smile for the school's "ruler," and started out the door.

Chapter One

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