An Itsy-Bitsy Flutterbutter
An Itsy-bitsy Flutterbutter
LoanSnark
Chapter One
"Fluttershyyy!"
The pegasus in question cringed, turning towards Sugarcube Corner in nervous anticipation. Sure enough, no other than Pinkie Pie herself came hurtling towards her, a whirling dervish of pink, fluffy excitement."FluttershyFluttershyHiHowyadoinhopeyadidntforgetthesleepovertonight! I gotta get my... um, get ready! See ya tonight!"
Before Flutttershy could even utter a greeting, Pinkie planted a kiss on the pegasus's cheek and was off again. However, rather than hopping in the adorable way Fluttershy loved, she simply trotted off, humming loudly.
Fluttershy smiled sheepishly. It looked like her bashful, quiet personality was beginning to affect the pink Earth mare, in both speech and habit. It was nice, this calmer, more sensitive version of Pinkie.
Fluttershy walked off, humming as well. She also had preperations to make.
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Fluttershy was broken rudely out of her reverie by a loud knocking on her door.
Opening the door, she expected to see none other than Pinkie herself standing in the twilight, but instead found herself face to face with two other, more mature mares.
Rainbow Dash and Applejack were disheveled and smiling from ear to ear, and from the way they were leaning on each other, it was thanks in no small part to a generous helping of the Apples' homemade apple whiskey.
"Well, hooowdee!" Applejack was in Fluttershy's face, her cheeks flushed and breath reeking of fermented fruit. "Heard you were *HIC* havin' Pinkie over tonight!"
"Um...yes?"
"Well, then..." Rainbow Dash stepped inside the house, kicking the door closed behind her. "Looks like we have to impart upon our little pony the facts of life." Her voice, unlike Applejack's, lost no formality upon ingesting the vile liquid which the Apples claimed was "the best stress reliever this side of the Everfree". Indeed, her voice sounded, if anything, even more formal, deeper and without the tomboyish tone. It was low, smooth, and threatening.
" W-what?" Fluttershy squeaked.
Suddenly, Dash lunged at her, pinning her to the floor.
"You see, when a mare really likes another mare, they do something very special." At this point, Fluttershy was bucking wildly, trying to escape, but Rainbow Dash's strength easily trumped her own. "It usually starts with some kissing-" Rainbow then leaned down and kissed Fluttershy with surprising gentleness. Fluttershy froze, heart pounding. It was the first time she had ever kissed, really kissed, and it was...wonderful.
The pegasus immediately felt awash with guilt. She was in a relationship!
"And then...aw, man, you know how this goes. I'm more worried about Pinkie." She winked deviously before sitting up, bringing a gentle weight to bear on Fluttershy's pelvis (and an uncomfortably awkward heat to her cheeks) "Look, Fluttershy, what we were gonna ask was...do you mind if we stay over? Applejack and I have been flying all night, and we need a place to crash." Rainbow Dash paused for a moment, stared at a spot above Fluttershy's head intently, then burst into laughter, burying her face in Fluttershy's chest. "Crash! Hah!"
Applejack took over, grabbing Rainbow by the scruff and pulling her off of Fluttershy. "Sorry. She's a bit loopy. Anyway, seeing as she's obviously in no condition ta fly anymore, we were wonderin' if we could sleep here, in the other bedroom.. We'll stay outta the way once Pinkie shows up."
Fluttershy, remembering herself, scrambled hastily to her feet, blushing hotly. "Um...sure. Just try to be quiet. The animals are trying to sleep."
"Y'allright. Come on, mah little aviator," she mumbled drowsily, nudging Rainbow Dash to her hooves and towards the door of the guest bedroom, and the queen-size bed which lay beyond. Before the door closed, Rainbow Dash turned, smiling in a decidedly sultry way at Fluttershy, and winked drowsily before turning to follow Applejack into the room.
Fluttershy watched them go, staring in stunned silence at the closed bedroom door.
What just happened?
You were assualted, the logical part of her brain argued, and was quickly silenced. She was already nervous enough. Her brain knew this, and was already erasing the memory from existence. She realized, however, that she did not want to forget (with a pang of self-loathing). She had enjoyed those few seconds, pinned under the warm pegasus, feeling the flushed warmth from her body, the taste of apples...
She jumped, clearing the floor with a flap of her wings as the door was knocked on again, this time in a much louder fashion.
Settling herself and blushing again, Fluttershy opened the door. Sure enough, there stood Pinkie Pie herself, smiling toothily and wearing...
Fluttershy did a double take. The base of Pinkie's tail was wrapped in an enormous blue bow nearly as big as her head, and the tail itself fanned out behind her, without a hint of poofiness. The same could be said for her mane, which was adorned with a much smaller bow, also blue. Fluttershy also noticed she was wearing her saddlebags. She never used them.
"Um, Pinkie? What happened to you?"
"Oh, nothing. 'Cept I had to bang my head into a rock a dozen times to get my hair to behave."
The smile faded into a sarcastic grin. Fluttershy met her gaze nervously. "Um...o-okay then. Please, come in."
"Why, don't mind if I do! Though I suppose you've already had a grand time with Applejack and Dashie!"
"Grand...time?" Catching the inflection in Pinkie's words, Fluttershy stammered "Oh, no, Pinkie, it was - it was nothing like that!" Fluttershy hung her head guiltily, thinking about Dash's actions just a moment earlier.
"Oh, calm down! Take a joke Flutterbutt!"
She laughed then, quietly. Lowering her head, she whispered "Luckily, I had already made up my mind to try and be quieter than usual, so I don't think I'll be much trouble. But anyway, I brought stuff!"
Slipping off her saddlebags, she began rummaging through them, pulling out various foodstuffs.
Fluttershy blanched, watching the flat-haired mare root through her bags, producing a surprisingly large volume of food. "Oh, no, Pinkie, you don't need to-" she was interrupted by the sight of a very strange item lying among the other items(primarily baked goods):a small container of baby powder.
"Um, Pinkie, what's this?" Fluttershy inquired shyly.
Pinkie Pie glanced at Fluttershy, then in the direction her hoof was pointing, he gaze eventually settling on the white plastic bottle.
Pinkie Pie made a very odd noise, one which Fluttershy would have described as the sound of a mouse being trodden on(a sound she had, in fact, heard numerous times before. She was a very clumsy pony). "Ohumthatsnothing!OneoftheCakesmusthavethought THISWASPOUNDANDPUMPKINSDIAPERBAG!"
Pinkie was standing on edge, her hair even seeming to inflate for a moment, until they heard Applejack cough. Pinkie Pie flinched, pressing her upper body into the ground. "Sorry."
Fluttershy, taken aback, mumbled "Oh, no, that's...fine."
Pinkie immediately sprang back up, her hair back in its curtain-like flatness. "Great! Let's start dinner!"
Unheeding to Fluttershy's protests, Pinkie picked up a mouthful of ingredients in a less than graceful manner, trotting towards the kitchenette
After casting a confused glance at Pinkie's bags, Fluttershy turned reluctantly and followed Pinkie to the counter, snatching a knife out of the other mare's hoof and beginning to dice the tomatoes herself.
Pinkie gave her a glare.
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An hour and several cleanups later, Fluttershy and Pinkie sat across from each other at the small table. Between them sat a platter of cheese and potatoes, with steamed carrots on the side. While Fluttershy had declined most of the baked goods, she had promised Pinkie that she would eat a few muffins before the night was up.
"Sooo..." Fluttershy started awkwardly.
"Well, first I got up, then I did some knitting, then baking, then some more baking, and then I came over!" Pinkie whispered loudly. "Ooh, that reminds me!"
By this time, her hair had taken its natural shape, and bounced as she trotted back over to her saddlebags, making a poorly disquised, yet successful attempt at hiding the contents from Fluttershy's view.
The pegasus's eyes widened as her fillyfriend began pulling out a variety of loosely knitted wool sweaters. The first was green, the second blue, and the third an odd, candy-stripe print of red on white.
Fluttershy noticed two things:
a) despite being loosely made, they were of good quality, and
b) Pinkie had made more than three. A lot more.
Finally, a small pile of sweaters lay on the floor of Fluttershy's hut. Pinkie picked up a green one, trotting towards Fluttershy. "I made it green, just for you! You'll be soooooo cute!"
Fluttershy stammered. "What? No, Pinkie, really-no, I don't want-"
(Dear reader, in the spirit of avoid keeping this story short, I have omitted the struggle between Pinkie and Fluttershy. I'm sure you know who won.)
Fluttershy sat up, panting. She should have known that it was fruitless for a pegasus to physically fight an Earth pony and expect to win.
The pegasus examined herself. Her torso was engulfed in the baggy clothing. She experimentally lifted a foreleg. The sweater didn't hinder her movement, nor was it liable to catch itself on any of the furniture. It was also quite soft, having been made from large wool braids, the kind specially designed for loose-fitting overgarments.
Pinkie had fitted herself with a blue twin of Fluttershy's garment. "Oh. My. Goddess! We're adorable!"
Looking at herself, Fluttershy had to agree.
Suddenly, her attention was diverted by a question from Pinkie. A very weighted question. As soon as she heard it, she knew what her answer was, and always would be. However, Fluttershy did not know that her answer would lead to the strange night that followed.
"Fluttershy, do you trust me?"
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Fluttershy lay supine on the floor, blindfolded. Normally, this would have worried her. This was why she was now very worried, having discovered that Pinkie's saddlebags contained more than they seemed.
From her position on the floor, she swiveled her ears as Pinkie walked around the room, preparing whatever it was she was preparing. Finally, as Fluttershy was about to give up on waiting for whatever it was she was waiting for, Pinkie walked over.
"Nooooo peekiiing! It's time to get started. Spread your legs!" Pinkie ordered, her voice preppy and excited, without a trace of sultriness.
Fluttershy began to obey, then stopped. Wait, what? Why would she need- Fluttershy's thoughts were obliterated as her legs were forced further apart and something cold was dumped onto her. As Pinkie rubbed the substance in, a peculiar smell filled the air. Fluttershy tried to grasp a name from within her adrnaline-shot mind to attribute to the smell.
Skin powder. Cornstarch-based.
No sooner had she reached this conclusion had Pinkie ordered, "Lift your butt, Flutterbutt."
Fluttershy decided she would rather not. However, as I'm sure you have deduced, reader, it is more often than not futile for a blindfolded, supine pegasus, and quite a pacifistic one at that, to decide she's not going to do something an excitable Earth pony with a baker's strength has determined that she is going to do(and a baker has quite the muscles, reader, I assure you, despite the fat, old cherub woman propoganda which bread companies would have you believe).
Within moments, Fluttershy was up in the air and down again, this time laying on something plush, cool and soft.
Dumbfounded, she only just noticed when Pinkie grabbed her tail, threading it through a hole in the fabric under Fluttershy's rear before bringing it up to tickle Fluttershy's nose, eliciting a small, squeaky sneeze from the sweatered pegasus and a giggle from her captor.
Wait. When had her adorable marefriend become her captor?
Finally, Pinkie Pie brought the thick device between Fluttershy's legs, covering her navel, before bringing the sides of it around her hips, closing her into it. She was starting to get an idea of what this "device" was.
Suddenly, Pinkie blew a raspberry directly into Fluttershy's bellybutton, causing the pegasus to release a volley of giggles despite herself.
There was silence for a moment, before Pinkie suddenly snatched away Fluttershy's blindfold.
Raising onto her front knees to look at herself, she was hardly surprised. Past the baggy folds of the sweater, a thick white diaper hugged her hips.
Looking at Pinkie, who was sitting on her haunches at Fluttershy's feet, was a bit more surprising.
The mare's mane and tail had returned to their flat state, the blue bows providing a lovely match for her own sweater.
Pinkie raised an eyebrow. "Comfy?" Her voice no longer carried the preppy tone, and gave the question a matter-of-fact edge bordering on sarcasm.
Fluttershy rolled her diaper-laden hips and flexed her front legs in the sweater. She was actually quite comfortable, and told Pinkie so.
"Great. Let's get started."
Opening her saddlebags, she began pulling out foal paraphernalia: a 12-ounce bottle, a canister of powdered formula, a pacifier(in Fluttershy's colors!), a-
A horrible feeling enveloped the pegasus's heart. With a trembling hoof, she pointed to the garment laying on the floor. "Pinkie? W-what's that?"
Pinkie turned, and for the second time that night played a game of Where's Waldo? with Fluttershy's hoof.
However, this time it was Fluttershy who got the shaft of the answer. "Oh, that?" Pinkie inquired unnecessarily, a sinister grin on her face. "Just a straitjacket. Crotchless. Rubber. Stress-rated at 150 pounds."
Fluttershy gulped. In the back of Fluttershy's head, things were looking pretty good for the Captor vs. Marefriend case.
However, the sentiment vanished as Pinkie turned to the other bag and, with difficulty, removed a stuffed bear as large as Fluttershy.
Pinkie's captive squealed, despite herself.
However, this relative euphoria lasted only a fraction of a second, as the guestroom door promptly opened.
"Sorry ta bother y'all, but Ah need some new sheets. Rainbow done-" Applejack froze. Her face made Fluttershy want to run off and be consumed by the forest. Pinkie Pie's face as she viewed Applejack's face made Fluttershy think she wished she had a camera.
"Uh, sorry ta interrupt. I just...uh...where d'ya keep the bedcovers?"
Fluttershy could only stare.
"Fluttershy, Miss Applejack asked you a question," Pinkie teased, the grin still on her face.
"Um, in, um, cabinet. Upstairs." Fluttershy squeaked out, pointing at the balcony above.
Applejack could only stare.
Finally, she turned and, continuing to stare at the two mares below, slowly clopped up the ramp upstairs, while Pinkie grabbed the bottle(translucent pink, with a yellow teat) and the canister of formula and stepped over to the counter where they had prepared their meal less than an hour ago.
As Applejack came downstairs(she had thankfully gained enough tact to stop staring at them like Patients Zero and Sadistic, infantalist Zero),carrying a queen-size sheet, she said "Sorry 'bout the bed, Fluttershy. RD had a...leak."
Fluttershy, from her spot on the floor, nodded. "Oh, no, that's fine. I know she's in pretty bad shape."
Applejack nodded back. "Ah think she's got fever from somethin'."
Pinkie's ears perked up. "Oh! Well, in that case..." she returned to the first saddlebag, pulling out three diapers and the container of baby powder. Upending it in her mouth, she deftly poured a dash over the trio of diapers, which she had laid open on the floor of Fluttershy's hut.
Closing the diapers, she trotted over and placed them on top of the sheet in Applejack's hoof, along with a couple of sweaters, one blue, one candy cane.
"Oh, uh, thanks!" Applejack managed to blurt out. She looked over Pinkie's shoulder, at the supplies on the counter. "Ya know, if yer plannin' on feedin' that to Fluttershy, yer gonna wanna use milk. From what Ah could tell from Apple Bloom's reactions when she was little, that stuff tastes awful in water."
The Everfree was nice this time of year, right?
Pinkie smiled(actually, she hadn't stopped smiling yet). "Why, thank you! Wouldn't wanna give Fluttershy a tummyache or anything!"
Applejack readjusted the weight on her hoof and went back inside the guestroom, kicking the door shut behind her. "Thanks again, Fluttershy!"
Fluttershy could only stare.
Pinkie Pie prepared the mixture, putting it in the microwave. As it heated, she turned to her marefriend/captive and smiled. A real one, though not without a malicious glint in her eye.
"Oooh, you're so cute when ya blush."
Fluttershy mentally rescinded what she had thought earlier.
She didn't like calmer, more sensitive Pinkie.
Calmer, more sensitive Pinkie was scary.