Catching a Butterfly

"Did you see the ass on her?"

"Her ass? What about her tits, jeez!"

Most of the floor was abuzz with talk about an incredibly voluptuous mare that no one seemed able to name. Fluttershy, innocent as ever, simply smiled as she passed slack-jawed stallions and wide-eyed mares. She did think it was a little odd that they were paying so much attention to her, though.

I guess they don't get many visitors around here...

She made her way across the hustle and bustle of the reception and ground-floor working areas, and into the elevator, being the third to enter. Two more people entered, and the doors closed behind them.

Now, under normal circumstances, five people in an elevator isn't too cramped. But with Fluttershy in there too, space is a little more limited.

Fluttershy had begun to realize this too, as her ass pressed firmly against the crotch of a stallion behind her, while the side of one of her huge tits was resting on the shoulder of a rather short mare in front of her.

She was sure she could hear a tiny voice behind her whispering "Don't get a boner. Don't get a boner. Don't get a boner."

Thankfully, before she had time to work out if it was just her imagination or if the stallion really did have his half-hard dick wedged deep into her ass crack, a little ding! and a light jolt meant she could squeeze herself back out into a more open space.

It was a short walk along the corridor to the manager's office. She arrived in front of it, and before knocking, looked herself over - or as much as she could see, anyway.

She straightened her collar and made sure that as little of her expansive cleavage as possible was exposing itself, then adjusted her skirt. Her big ass had pulled the top of it down a few centimeters, so she grabbed the top in both hands and yanked it up with a few quick, hard pulls. Her butt settled back into place, and she straightened her thin black belt and double-checked the wrist buttons on her shirt. After a deep breath, she reached out and knocked on the door. A tired voice answered.

"Come in!"

Downstairs at the main reception, Crescent was asking after Fluttershy.

"One of the visitors? One moment... uh... yes, she's just about to have a meeting with the Manager on floor 4. She shouldn't be too long."

"Okay, thanks."

He walked off toward the elevator, butterflies in his stomach. He could hardly wait.

Fluttershy briskly opened the door, stepped through, and turned, closing it behind her. She walked up to the large wooden desk at the opposite side of the room, and stood in front of it, hands together at her waist.

A middle-aged stallion with spectacles and a grey coat was holding a stack of documents in one hand, the index finger of his other hand pressing the button of his intercom as he studied the top document closely. He didn't look up as she walked over to his desk.

"Yes, two percent down. I think it would be a good idea to re-invest in one of our newer operations. The interest just isn't there any more."

Another stallion on the other end agreed with him as he flicked through the documents.

"Well, that leaves a little for our potential grant-seekers this afternoon. Don't worry, I'll move it over myself. Yep, speak to ya later."

beep!

He then moved the documents in front of himself, grabbed a pen and started scribbling on the top one.

One minute passed, then another. It seemed to Fluttershy that he was so absorbed in his work that he may have forgotten about her.

She gave a little *ahem*.

"Oh! Sorry, I-"

His words trailed off.

"I, uh, um. Hello."

He was staring at her chest. She was staring at him.

"Oh darn, did a button come undone again? I'm so sorry."

She started fitfully checking the front of her shirt.

"No, your shirt is fine! Just got caught up on something. You know how it is when you're busy, thoughts popping into your head all the time... yeah, that's... what happened."

"Goodness, I hope you're not working too hard, mister. Breaks are important."

She gave him a smile so sweet that for a brief moment he wholly stopped seeing her sexually and saw her as the cutest, sweetest little mare he'd ever seen.

Then his eyes were drawn back down by some unexplainable force that lingers in the back of every stallion's mind when they see a busty mare.

Heh... 'little'.

"Very true! I'm glad you agree. I'm Bright Star, what can I do ya for?"

"I'm here as an applicant for the grant you're offering, Mr. Star, I'm representing Ponyville."

"Ah yes, let me see here... Fluttershy, isn't it?"

"Mhm! So what do I need to do?"

"Just give me your application, then join the other applicants in the waiting room through there. You'll each be called before the board to discuss what you need and why you need it. Afterward, we'll announce our decision."

She handed over her letter and grinned.

"Great! I can't wait. Thanks so much."

She turned, and almost jogged to the door, barely able to contain her excitement. Bright Star followed her big, bouncing butt every step of the way. Mezmerized, he inadvertently spoke aloud.

"Wow, what an incredible ass."

Fluttershy turned, smiling.

"What was that, Mr. Star?"

Shit.

"Uh, yeah... just looking at my windows here... incredibly dirty, the glass. Need to... uh, get it cleaned."

"Oh, well, don't worry too much about it, you don't want a stress overload!"

She turned again, and walked out the door, closing it behind her.

Fourth floor... there we go.

Crescent stepped out of the elevator and made his way down the same corridor Fluttershy had walked down 15 minutes earlier.

"Waiting Room - here we are."

He opened the door. Inside were about a dozen people, some reading magazines, a few talking among themselves. In the corner, reading, was Fluttershy. He crossed the room and sat down beside her, feeling the warmth of her thigh against his. She looked up, surprised, but quickly smiled.

"Crescent! You did come!"

"How could I not? Leaving a pretty mare all alone in a big place like this would just be criminal! How you feeling?"

"Not too bad actually, kind of excited. I do feel better now you're here though."

She smiled sheepishly at him, resting a hand on his leg. He was well-built, not like a bodybuilder, but he was toned and handsome. She found herself being drawn towards him more than ever in this cold, grey room full of strangers.

He put his hand on top of hers and returned the smile. Gee, he thought, her eyes really shine.

"You're beautiful, you know that?"

She blushed and looked down.

"You don't have to say that just to make me feel better."

He squeezed her hand and sidled up even closer, talking into her ear. He could smell her sweet perfume, could see her silky, pink hair flowing down her back.

"I'm not, I'm saying it because it's true."

He plucked up all the courage he could muster, and gave her a peck on the cheek. He drew back quickly to see her reaction.

Her eyes looked up and to the left, then she raised her head and looked at him. Her cheeks were flushed. She spoke quietly.

"That's the first time a stallion has kissed me."

Crescent's jaw dropped.

"No way."

"Yes way."

He leaned back, eyebrows raised.

"Well. I guess I'm the luckiest guy in the world, huh? Seriously, though, that was long overdue."

She giggled, hand against the cheek he had kissed.

"It's not easy for me to make connections like, well, this. I don't know what it is, you're just... nice?"

He laughed, leaning forward again.

"Thanks for that. I try to be, I guess. How about a proper one?"

"What do you m-"

He placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her toward him. His other hand caressed the back of her neck, and he lightly pulled her in. Their lips met, and Fluttershy's eyes closed gradually as she savoured her first real kiss. It lasted less than ten seconds, but it felt like an hour.

She drew back silently and gazed into his eyes, mouth slightly agape. Crescent was watching everyone else file out through the door

"Hey, don't be late."

She blinked, then looked over at the door. It took fer a few moments to remember why she was here.

"Oh! Yeah, thanks. And thanks for this too."

She got up and skipped lightly up and behind the others, smiling over her shoulder at Crescent.

"Knock 'em dead, Flutters."