Catching a Butterfly

Fluttershy methodically went through her notes as the train rattled and shook. Today was a big day for her, and she didn't want to screw up.

Train arrives 10:15 AM... Meet the Manager at 10:45... Presenting to the board at 12:30...

This would be her first time in Manehattan. Despite hearing a lot about it she'd never seen it in person, but that would change today. She was going to visit It was something that she was very passionate about, and was a cause worthy enough for her to overcome her worries of being alone in a big city like Manehattan.

From what she'd heard about the Equestrian Animal Welfare Association, they took their role seriously. She had dressed up especially; she could have gone in normal clothes, but was concerned that she wouldn't be taken as seriously if she didn't appear to make an effort. She didn't regret her decision, but she did wish a larger size had been available.

And the train back home leaves at 3:30.

She closed her little pink notebook, shut her eyes, and tried to run through today's routine without looking at her notes. It seemed, as she correctly went through them chronologically in her head, she'd finally managed to memorise it. She was nervous, but excited too. Her request for financial support for the welfare of animals in Ponyville had been passed to Upper Management, and she was in with a good chance of securing a grant to sustain and develop the animals' environment in her area.

With that done, she put the notebook down and looked herself over. Well, as much as she could see – her enormous bosom left her no way of checking herself below the waist without standing up. She thought she looked smart, though. It wasn't often she wore business clothes (in fact this was probably the first time), and they didn't usually cater for bodies like hers. When she saw the price of a tailor-made suit she almost fainted, so had to go for the biggest size available.

It turned out the biggest available was still far from a good fit; not just the crisp, white buttoned shirt, but the knee-length, form fitting skirt. They were all just about wearable, but weren't what most would consider a good fit. Her hips, wider than her shoulders, and large, round bubble butt had already begun to put strain on the seam running along the rear of the skirt. The shirt wasn't fairing too well against her head-dwarfing breasts either. So wide was her lower body that her right hip was pushing quite firmly into the side of the stallion next to her, not to mention the side of her breast just brushing against his upper arm. If she'd been able to see past her huge breasts she would have seen his eyes darting back and forth between his book and her cleavage, getting a rush from the physical contact with her voluptuous body.

She noticed flesh oozing out between her shirt buttons, and tried to pull more material forward to reduce the tension lest the buttons whizz off. Satisfied, she leaned back into the seat and wondered how close to her destination she was. As if in response, a voice came over the speakers.

“This train will shortly be arriving at Manehattan Station.”

Most of the passengers around her stood up and shuffled towards the door, Fluttershy stood up to do the same, tossing her notebook into the little bag between her legs and picking it up.

“Excuse me.”

Apparently the stallion who she had been sitting next to didn't hear the announcement.

“Oh! Sorry.”

He made a move to stand, but the corridor between the rows of seats was packed with commuters. The best he could do was swing his legs over the end of the seat and turn to the side to let her go first.

Fluttershy side-stepped between him and the table in front of the seats, her huge, globular ass inches away from his face. His nostrils were filled with the scent of her sweet, intoxicating perfume, and he barely resisted reaching out and fondling those perfect globes packed tightly into a skirt that was definitely too small.

Squeezing past, she slotted in behind the crowd, her ample bosom reaching the guy in front of her before the rest of her did. As the train began to break, the crowd swayed. Not used to wearing pumps, Fluttershy lost her balance more easily than she expected to. She stepped forward with one foot, but the narrow heel slipped on the polished wooden floor.

Thankfully, the face of the stallion who had been sitting next to her broke her fall, and her huge buttocks squished against his face, smothering his head almost completely. She slid down his chest, ass cheeks pressed against him all the way, and came to rest in his lap, her hips twice as wide as his. He found the weight of this beautiful, thick, curvy mare very pleasurable against his crotch and was powerless to stop himself from chubbing up almost immediately.

After getting her bearings and realised she hadn't fallen onto the floor, or a seat for that matter, Fluttershy felt something... poking her. Her eyes widened and she bolted up, turning quickly and sending her boobs into a fit of jiggling.

“Gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I'm not the lightest mare, I know. Are you alright?”

She was leaning forward, gazing worriedly into his eyes, terrified that she'd hurt him. The stallion had an incredible view of the acres of cleavage squeezed into her shirt, swaying to and fro, and a little smile played across his lips as he looked into her stunning blue eyes.

“I am now. Thanks. How about you?”

She stood back up, smoothed down her blazer, and pulled her skirt back down over her thick thighs.

“I'm alright, thank you. These shoes are giving me a bit of trouble. I'm sure I'll get used to them eventually.”

She looked back up at him, hands clasped together, smiling timidly as he stood up too. She hadn't noticed how cute he was before now.

“Heh, I'm sure you will.”

She smiled again, her gaze locked with his for a little longer than seemed normal, before she pulled her eyes away and turned, slowly making her way to the door. Gods, he thought. She's abso-fucking-lutely beautiful. He slotted in behind, the bulge straining against his pants almost touching her big, jutting ass. He cleared his throat and spoke to her again.

“I haven't seen you on this train before, your first time here?”

She looked over her shoulder.

“Yep! I'm excited already. Going to the Animal Welfare Association building on Second Avenue.”

“Ah, cool. Never been in, but I know what they do. Good guys.”

“Mhm! My request for a grant from them has been passed to upper management, hopefully they'll choose me!”

He laughed quietly.

“How could they not? One look at you and, well, you'd have them eating out of your hands.”

She turned, looking a little confused.

“What do you mean?”

“You're, uh...”

He hesitated, but spoke up.

“Beautiful.”

Fluttershy look at her feet (or where they would have been if her tits weren't in the way) and smiled, red as a tomato.

“Thanks, um, I didn't catch your name.”

“Crescent Moon. Nice to meet you, Fluttershy.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“You know me?”

“Yeah, we met really briefly a while ago. I was an assistant for that big-head Photo Finish. Thankfully no longer, but I was lucky enough to catch a few glimpses of you in those stunning costumes you posed in for her.”

Fluttershy's face lit up as it came back to her.

“Oh! Yeah, I remember now. Gosh, I can't believe I agreed to that. Those costumes were so tight.”

Crescent tried not to get hard again as he saw her in his mind's eye.

“Heh, well, you still looked great. We'd better get going though, looks like things are finally moving.”

Fluttershy looked behind her, then turned, jogging briskly out onto the platform, heels click-clacking. Crescent followed the sway of her hips, her superb ass jiggling in the most delightful way.

Jeez, I knew about the tits, but she has an ass too?

And a very nice one at that. He began to think what he could do with, or to, such an incredible rear.

“Thanks for the encouragement, Crescent Moon. I'd better get going. I think I have a little free time after I have my meeting, before the train home arrives. You could, um, come visit me? Maybe? Possibly? I mean, if you don't want to that's fine.”

Fuck. Did this mean what he thought it meant? His jaw dropped a little.

“...Sure. I'd love to get to know you a little better.”

Fluttershy beamed, excited and nervous equally. She almost considered hugging him but decided that would draw far too much attention.

“Likewise, see ya later!”

She turned, and began to make her way out of the station. She thought that he was definitely what Dash would call a “stud.” And he wasn't clingy or too forward, which was a great relief.

Back on the platform, still standing in the same spot, all Crescent could do was pinch himself.

“Holy shit.”