Tamed by the Butterfly

by SquiggelSquirrel

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Fluttershy (EqG), Romance, Porn, Fetish, Adagio Dazzle, Equestria Girls
Length: 8095

Adagio Dazzle submits to Fluttershy. No, really.

(Kind-of a spin-off to "The Worst". Works as a stand-alone clopfic, though.)

Adagio and Fluttershy are dating. Adagio wants Fluttershy to be more confident, sexually. She has a plan.

(Dazzlings are mostly reformed, both characters are adults.)

Contains:
Light bondage, gentle Flutterdom / Adagisub, foot fetish (also some ear and navel), oral sex, blindfold, dress-up.

Published 2017-03-19 10:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-03-19 10:20:01 UTC

The Problem

Author's Note

No clop in this chapter, just set-up. Skip if you like.

The Problem

Fluttershy and Adagio Dazzle were dating. It was hard to say who was most surprised and bewildered by this.

Fluttershy's friends tried to be supportive, but couldn't help but be a little guarded, since it wasn't clear if The Dazzlings were actually “reformed”, or just happened to be taking a break from attempted world conquest. They understood that Fluttershy was a kind spirit who would give anyone a second chance, but they just couldn't understand what she saw in Adagio. Sure, the Siren was sexy, smart, and confident, but also scheming, vindictive, arrogant… She just didn't seem like Fluttershy's “type”.

But they were Fluttershy's friends, and Adagio was clearly making her happy, almost deliriously so, and so the other girls had wordlessly agreed to be nothing but happy for her and supportive, at least until the slightest sign that Adagio was taking advantage of her.

The other Sirens, meanwhile, would have understood if Adagio had merely been using Fluttershy. The timid girl was pretty, not Adagio's usual type but certainly someone Aria wouldn't mind tying up and spanking.

But Adagio hadn't laughed at that suggestion; In fact she'd been pretty angry. Actually, she'd been really angry, just not in her usual slow and calculating way. She'd almost punched Aria. This only left the other Sirens doubly confused — from the sounds of it, Fluttershy wasn't even putting out, and this wasn't part of one of Adagio's schemes to seduce a helpless innocent into being her pawn. If anything, it almost sounded as if…

As if Adagio was the one who had been seduced. In fact, she seemed utterly smitten. The two of them would hold hands. Adagio had been humming, and worse, some of the songs she picked were cheesy sappy L-word songs. The other Sirens had been appalled at first, but Adagio was still their leader, and it wasn't as if they were up to anything villainous these days. Maybe… maybe this was just how things worked now?

At least one thing, everyone agreed on: they made a very cute couple. Opinions were divided on whether this was a good thing.

Perhaps the most confused, though, was Adagio herself. She thought she knew just about everything about dating, if “dating” meant “wrapping someone around your little finger, getting whatever you wanted from them, then finding other things to take from them just because you can.”

She knew nothing about what to do when your girlfriend's smile made you feel dizzy, and terrified, and ecstatic and ashamed all at once. She was only starting to realise how awful and wonderful it could be to care for someone else more than yourself.

And the worst part was, they had A Problem.

The other girls weren't really aware of it, or else had chosen to keep quiet, perhaps not noticing how serious it was. Neither Adagio nor Fluttershy had really been able to talk about it, because “not being able to talk about it” was part of The Problem.

Adagio tried to avoid it. So did Fluttershy. Every so often, though, it would rear its ugly head. Adagio would say something without thinking, or make a joke just out of habit. Fluttershy would try to push the matter only to have things go horribly wrong. Sometimes they both managed to avoid it, but one of their friends would accidentally drag it back to the surface.

Adagio had spent days on end unable to talk to Fluttershy, wondering if this was The End, cursing herself for being such a bad girlfriend. Not “bad”, as in sexy naughty fun. “Bad,” as in worthless, pathetic, scum. Fluttershy spent just as much time trying to bridge the gap between them, trying to reassure Adagio, and blaming herself for making her girlfriend feel this way. It was hellish, for both of them.

The Problem, to put it bluntly, was sex.

Actually, not being able to put it bluntly was part of the problem. Adagio was used to lewd jokes, crude language, and conversations in which no perversion, however debauched, was beyond unashamed ribaldry.

Fluttershy couldn't say “boobies” without turning bright pink and burying her face in her hands for an hour. Even when talking about birds.

But they both wanted it. At least, Adagio was pretty sure they did. It was a little hard to tell, when even trying to talk to Fluttershy about it required the use of a whole dictionary's worth of euphemisms, combined with gestures, tone, and suggestive looks. But not too suggestive, that would scare her off. Fluttershy played “The Pronoun Game: Master's Edition”. She simply could not wrap her tongue around words like “vagina”. It took all of Adagio's willpower not to make a joke about what Fluttershy could wrap her tongue around.

There was the disastrous incident of Adagio's birthday, when Fluttershy had entered Adagio's room wearing some very naughty, lacey underthings — at least she claimed so. They'd been hidden under the (admittedly very attractive) nightgown. She'd stammered out a joke about “unwrapping your present”, forced herself to within arm's reach of Adagio, then run away practically screaming and locked herself in the bathroom for three hours when Adagio touched her waist.

Adagio had tried to assure Fluttershy that it was OK. They didn't need to do anything. Fluttershy could just be “not interested”.

Fluttershy had insisted that it wasn't OK, that she was “interested”, that she wanted so badly to be able to… y'know. That.

Then she'd hidden inside a closet for ten minutes.

They were making progress. It had been almost 6 months without a serious “incident”. They'd progressed past hand-holding, to open-mouth-to-open-mouth kissing. Hugging, was OK. Touching any part of her from the neck up, shoulders out, knees down, waist, or back, was OK. Adagio was learning the rules, and Fluttershy was learning how to relax them.

And Adagio was becoming increasingly convinced that there was a dam waiting to burst, a whole Fluttershy's worth of repressed sexual energy, if only she could find a way to guide it around the wall between them, without setting off any of the triggers. Her metaphors used to be a lot less mixed. The point was, she needed a way to guide Fluttershy out of her comfort zone, without making her uncomfortable. Which sounded a lot better as metaphor-soup, honestly.

But she had a plan.

It may have been genius, it may have been perfect. Or it may have been the worst plan she'd ever come up with and yeah, there had been some doozies. But nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Today, she was putting her plan into action.

The Plan

The two young women were sat in Fluttershy's bedroom, her on the bed, Adagio on the chair. Fluttershy's parents were out, they had the house to themselves until tomorrow morning.

“So, um…” Fluttershy fidgeted. “What was your idea?”

“Fluttershy,” Adagio spoke softly, and tried to keep her body-language as non-threatening as possible, “you trust me, right?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Okay.” Adagio took a breath. “I'm going to make you a deal.” Fluttershy nodded. “Today, some time between now and midnight — ” she glanced at the clock, it was just past 1:00PM, “at least one of us is going to… experience an orgasm.”

Adagio waited and watched, as Fluttershy turned bright pink, drew her legs up, and clutched a pillow in front of her defensively. Not an entirely unexpected reaction, but it seemed Adagio had judged correctly — Fluttershy wasn't running away, or crying.

Adagio waited a few moments more, to see if there was any further reaction. When Fluttershy continued to stare at her in fearful puzzlement, she continued: “If you want, I will go home and do that by myself. If that's what you prefer. However,” (here goes), “if you agree to that, as a condition, then from now until midnight…

“I will do anything you ask. Whatever you want, just name it. I promise that no matter what, I won't judge you. And after tonight, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't mention any of it, ever again.”

Fluttershy uncurled slightly, and lowered her pillow. “You…” she muttered.

“If you want to spend the whole afternoon playing board games or watching television, we can. You can just order me to go and 'take care of myself' at some point, and I will. The only difference will be that I'm doing it because you told me to. But you can ask for anything else, if you prefer.”

“What…” murmured Fluttershy, “what if it's something you don't want to do?”

“Fluttershy, I'll be amazed if you can come up with something I wouldn't want to do, for you. But if it that does happen, I'll just say 'no'. No judgement, no mention of it again, and it will only be my fault for making a promise I couldn't keep. That should be just fine, unless you want to roleplay something where I say 'no', but don't really mean it, then we could come up with a safeword or something. Okay?”

Fluttershy looked down, eyes shifting from side-to-side as she thought it over. She squirmed slightly. “Anything…?”

Then she looked up. She looked into Adagio's eyes, and smiled nervously. “Okay.” She giggled. “Okay, okay. I'll do it.”

Adagio smile back, pleased that her plan had gotten this far without ending in disaster. Even if they did nothing actually sexual today, she was almost certain being in charge would help build Fluttershy's confidence, and the part about ordering Adagio to go and masturbate (even though she would have done so anyway) would help her to be more comfortable with Adagio's sexuality.

Fluttershy stood, and walked across to her closet. Adagio said nothing, but held her breath. She knew there was a box at the bottom of Fluttershy's closet, and had often wondered if Fluttershy kept any “toys”, or “material” in there. If not, then she couldn't imagine what else it would be.

“Oh, uh.” Fluttershy faltered. “Adagio, um, could you stand up please?”

Adagio did as instructed. “Sure. Oh, should I call you 'mistress'?”

Adagio mentally kicked herself at the look of panic that flooded Fluttershy's face. “Or not,” she hastily added, waving her hands in front of her, “I mean, it was just a joke. Unless you want me to. Whatever you want, really, I just…” Adagio shut her mouth, and lowered her hands.

“Uh, just 'Fluttershy'.”

“Yes, Fluttershy,” Adagio replied, in a duly admonished tone. Fluttershy raised a hand to her mouth, covering the cutest little smirk. Adagio couldn't help herself.

“Oh,” she teased as softly as she could manage, “do you like it when I say your name, Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy blushed, but giggled. “Oh, um, yes,” she confessed.

Adagio smirked. “Then I'll make sure to say it more often, Fluttershy. Whatever pleases you.”

Fluttershy stood, burning with embarrassment but grinning ear-to-ear. “Uh…” she gestured a finger in Adagio's direction, “c-close your eyes,” she squeaked.

Adagio did as instructed. “Yes, Fluttershy.”

“K-keep them closed.”

“Anything you say, Fluttershy,” Adagio breathed.

There was the creak of a door being opened, some rustling noises, a gentle thud. Then nothing but heavy breathing for a while.

“Please open your eyes.”

Adagio did. Then she opened them wider. Fluttershy was holding up a dress. It was pink. It was frilly. It was the girliest thing Adagio could ever remember seeing.

“Will you, uh, wear this?” Fluttershy thrust the dress at Adagio while staring at the floor.

“Uh, okay… I mean, yes, Fluttershy. Of course I will.” Adagio took the dress from Fluttershy, and held it up in front of her. At a glance, it looked to be about her size.

Okay, maybe Adagio's smile was slightly strained.

“And, um,” Fluttershy gestured ashamedly to a pair of pink shoes and white socks set on the chair.

“…And I'll be happy to wear those socks and shoes for you as well, Fluttershy,” Adagio concluded.

Fluttershy nodded, and hurried out the door, leaving Adagio to change alone.

She sighed, and stared at the dress. She had not expected this. Still, it wouldn't be too bad, right? It was just a dress, after all.

She removed her hairband, stripped off her t-shirt, boots, and jeans, then paused a moment to look at herself in the mirror, and back at the dress. She had been wearing a mostly-white top today, possibly the most "innocent-looking" garment she owned. All part of trying to "play nice", for Fluttershy's sake. And of course, this meant white underwear — a sexy black bra showing through the white material would have completely defeated the purpose. She kind-of wished she could at least wear something a bit sexier under the frills.

There was nothing for it, though. She lifted the dress over her head, and slipped into it. It did fit, surprisingly well, and she smoothed the skirts down to almost cover her knees. She dared not look in the mirror. Instead she pulled the chair up the the bed, sitting down and removing her socks (technically stockings: thigh-length and purple).

She lifted the small, white socks from atop the shoes. They has lace, and ribbons. They were short — barely more than ankle-length.

To her surprise, there was something else under the socks — putting them aside for a moment, she lifted it to examine it more closely. It was a choker collar necklace ribbon, pink, with Fluttershy's cutie-mark butterflies on it. Adagio grinned. Maybe her girlfriend had some notion of how to be “naughty” after all.

Slipping the collar around her neck, she fastened it in place, then returned to the socks and shoes. As she fastened them, she idly wondered why Fluttershy happened to have shoes in exactly her size.

Then she was done, and she couldn't really avoid the mirror. She looked… girly. She didn't feel sexy, in the slightest. The collar, though… She didn't need “sexy”, she was Fluttershy's.

“Uh, okay!” she called out. Fluttershy opened the door.

Adagio stood, hands by her side, as Fluttershy appraised her, circling around and fastening the back. She stumbled aside, as Fluttershy brought the chair back around to the desk, and silently gestured that Adagio should sit in it. She sat, and Fluttershy fetched something from her bedside drawer.

Adagio remained still, trying to keep a natural-looking smile, as Fluttershy brought up a hairbrush, and parted Adagio's voluminous mane. Fluttershy tied Adagio's hair into pigtails, with ribbons knotted in bows.

Fluttershy stepped back, to look at the results of her efforts. Adagio's expression turned to one of trepidation, her focus now on whether Fluttershy would like the results.

Fluttershy raised her hands to her mouth, half-covering a massive grin. She let out a tiny squeal. “Oh,” she gasped, “you look so pretty.”

Adagio's heart skipped a beat. Never before would she ever have allowed someone to call her “pretty”, but here and now? She would wear it like a medal, her greatest pride. Fluttershy looked so happy, and Adagio couldn't help but return a bashful smile.

Then Fluttershy pulled out her phone, and began to take photos. Adagio's eyes went wide in surprise, her face still flushed and her tips still holding a tiny grin. Fluttershy giggled, snapping picture after picture. She gestured for Adagio to stand, then to turn, allowing her to capture every angle.

A terrible thought occurred to Adagio. “Uh, Fluttershy?” she queried, as neutrally as possible.

“Yes?”

“I, uh, I know I said anything — and I meant it,” she added hurriedly, “but — you aren't planning to show those pictures to anyone, right? I mean, you can if you want to, if you really want to, I guess, but, um…”

“W-would you feel embarrassed?”

“A-a little.” Adagio added, mentally adding “as in utterly humiliated, never able to live this down, unable to show my face in public ever again.” Out loud, she added: “especially, you wouldn't show them to my sisters, right? I mean, you can if you want to…”

“…but you don't want me to?”

Adagio nodded, squirming. Heat was burning her face and neck, and this was not a sensation she was used to. Embarrassment really wasn't her thing.

“Okay, well…” Fluttershy contemplated this, staring down at her phone. Then she grinned, and looked up at Adagio, her head still lowered. “Then I guess you'd better be on your best behaviour, hadn't you?”

Adagio's mouth hung open. Did Fluttershy just…? Was she… blackmailing me? Adagio realised, she was suddenly very turned on by this scenario.

“Um,” she stammered, “y-yes Fluttershy, whatever you say, Fluttershy. Anything you ask, Fluttershy — I'll be good, I promise.”

“That's good,” smirked Fluttershy, slipping her phone back onto the desk and then sauntering past Adagio, before seating herself on the bed. “I mean, um, is that okay?”

Adagio sighed inwardly. “Yes, Fluttershy.” Off her girlfriend's doubtful look, she added, “Really, it's fine. I would be really, really embarrassed if anyone else ever saw me like this, especially my sisters, but I can take it. I would take it, happily, for you. And I'm actually really enjoying being in your power — is that okay, Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy nodded, reaching up to brush her hair aside. “Okay, well, uh, in that case, how about you come over here,” Fluttershy patted the bed next to her, “and give me a neck rub?”

Neck rub. Right. That was a girlfriend thing. Adagio once again mentally kicked herself for never thinking of that before. “Sure. I'd love to, Fluttershy.”

Adagio pranced over — somehow it felt like “prancing” and “stomping” were the only two options in this get-up — and sat beside Fluttershy, who turned to proffer her back, sweeping her hair aside to expose her neck.

“Hey,” she thought to herself, “we're both on the bed, at the same time — that's progress.”

Adagio couldn't recall ever learning how to give a decent massage, but her hands seemed to have some idea what to do, so she let them go to work. When Fluttershy began to moan appreciatively, Adagio felt her own breathing quicken. She could smell Fluttershy's hair, she could lean in so close she thought she could feel the warmth radiated from Fluttershy's back, against her own body. This was intimacy Adagio had never known, or appreciated, but she found herself enjoying every minute.

After several minutes filled with nothing but the sounds of Fluttershy's gentle moans, the timid girl shifted, and spoke up. “Mmm… uh, Adagio?”

Adagio pause a moment, then resumed the massage. “Yes, Fluttershy?”

“Could you please take my boots off for me?”

“Of course, Fluttershy.” Adagio slid off the bed, into a kneeling position on the floor. Her skirts spread wide enough to cover her legs, and she lifted one of Fluttershy's boots in both hands. Untying the knot, she loosened the laces, then slipped the boot from her girlfriend's leg, revealing a knee-length white sock underneath, before she turned to repeat this with the other boot.

Just before she could finish this task, Fluttershy spoke up again. “And, uh, please take off my socks as well.”

“Yes, Fluttershy.” Adagio did as instructed. Soon, she had Fluttershy's bare yellow feet, one resting in her hands, the other on her lap. She had never considered herself a “foot person”, especially, but up close she thought Fluttershy's feet were perfect. It was an odd thought.

“Um,” ventured Fluttershy, “how about a foot-rub?”

Adagio forgot to reply. Her mouth hung open, her gaze transfixed, as she slowly wrapped her fingers around the smooth heel and cute toes of her girlfriend's left foot. It was still radiating warmth from being inside a sock and boot for a few hours. Adagio gently squeezed, rubbing along the length, feeling the muscles and bones beneath Fluttershy's perfect skin.

“Ooh…” Fluttershy moaned, “that feels wonderful…” she offered her other foot, her words breaking the spell. Adagio switched, resting the left foot on her lap, and beginning work on the right.

“Thank you,” she breathed, “Fluttershy. Your feet are beautiful.”

Fluttershy squeaked. “Would… ah — you could, kiss them?”

Arousal tremoured up from Adagio's sex into her abdomen, as she bent down lower and raised Fluttershy's foot to her lips. She planted one small kiss just above Fluttershy's toes, barely parting her lips at all. For the second kiss, about an inch further up, she parted her lips wider, tasting the subtle hint of sweat on Fluttershy's skin. For her third, she opened her mouth wide enough to gently pinch a fold of skin between her lips, sucking as she pulled away.

“Lick them.”

Adagio froze, and stared up at Fluttershy in astonishment. Fluttershy's eyes widened as she began to panic at her own audacity. She turned away, face blossoming an exquisite pink as any attempt at words froze in her mouth.

Slowly, Adagio extended her tongue, and with its tip, traced a line from Fluttershy's ankle, down to the inner side of her foot, and then along its length. Fluttershy gasped, and grabbed the mattress.

Adagio slid her tongue underneath Fluttershy's big toe, and slid her lips over it, taking the whole thing into her mouth and gently sucking on it. Fluttershy let out a guttural moan at this sensation; Adagio hoped she wasn't going to make a mess of the dress Fluttershy had given her, because her panties were truly soaked right about now. She'd never imagined that sucking on someone's toes could get her so wet.

She released the big toe, and slid sideways, running her tongue along the undersides of Fluttershy's toes, slipping in and out of the gaps between them and planting kisses as she went. She still held Fluttershy's foot in both hands, and continued her massage even as she moved her mouth down to Fluttershy's sole.

Fluttershy shifted, offering her other foot again. Adagio switched, but this time kept one foot in each hand. She brought Fluttershy's foot up until the girl's toes were resting on her nose, and ran her tongue along the underside of Fluttershy's foot, while continuing to gently knead both feet in her hands. It gave her the sense that Fluttershy was gently treading on her face.

She dared look up from beneath Fluttershy's feet, as she worshipped them. The sight that met her, made her shudder in delight. Fluttershy was looking down at her with an expression of untamed lust that Adagio had hitherto only caught glimpses of, when her girlfriend thought no-one was looking. This time, though, Fluttershy made eye contact, and the lust remained. On top of that, one of Fluttershy's hands had found its way up to her breast, gently fondling herself.

“if I live to be ten-thousand,” thought Adagio, “I never want to forget this moment.”

“Adagio,” Fluttershy whispered, “please, lick my ears.”

Adagio resisted the temptation to jump up, instead she pulled away from Fluttershy's feet, gently laying them on the carpet, and slowly rose to sit on the bed alongside her, leaning in close. Fluttershy turned away to offer her ear, and Adagio brushed her pink hair aside.

“Yes,” Adagio breathed, “Fluttershy.” She leaned in, and extended the tip of her tongue to explore the folds and creases of Fluttershy's left ear. She planted kisses around the edge of the ear, working her way up and down.

Fluttershy allowed Adagio to complete a slow circuit of her ear three times before speaking up. “Adagio?” she moaned.

“Yes, Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy turned, and looked her girlfriend in the eye. Then she shifted back, and gripped the hem of her shirt. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the fabric to expose her belly. “Could you…?”

Adagio slunk back down to the floor, as Fluttershy parted her legs. Kneeling between them, Adagio placed her hands against the mattress either side of Fluttershy, and looked up at her. “… Kiss you there?” Adagio finished.

Fluttershy squeaked, and nodded. Adagio leaned in, pressing her lips to Fluttershy's belly, just above her navel. Then she planted a wetter kiss just below. She slid her tongue right in, and to her delight, Fluttershy pushed into it, her own hips grinding against the bed.

Adagio continued to explore Fluttershy's belly, focusing mainly on her navel but also spiralling around it. Fluttershy rested one hand on the side of Adagio's head, gently holding her in place.

"Adagio?”

Adagio paused, looking up over Fluttershy's breasts.

“Uh, please help me take my shirt off.”

Adagio lifted her hands from the mattress, and took the hem of Fluttershy's t-shirt in both hands. Fluttershy raised her arms, and Adagio stepped up to a low crouch, lifting the garment high above both their heads. Fluttershy pulled her arms down through the sleeves, and Adagio laid the shirt aside, slipping back down to a half-kneel that brought her eyes level with Fluttershy's heaving, pink-bra-clad breasts.

The two stayed motionless like this for one timeless moment, before Fluttershy gave the tiniest of screams and pushed Adagio's head away, grabbing the bedsheets up to her chest to cover herself.

Adagio fell back to a sitting position, and sighed. “Well,” she thought, “it was fun while it lasted. Hopefully we'll do better next time.” She tried not to let in the doubt of whether there would be a “next time”, not yet.

“C-close your eyes!” Fluttershy panted.

Adagio blinked, then complied. She didn't dare speak, but she heard the sound of hurried footsteps as Fluttershy ran across the room. Then the sounds of drawers being slid open, and… rummaging? Then things went quiet. She thought she could just about make out softer footfalls muffled by the carpet, and heavy breathing.

Fingers pressed lightly against her skull without warning, but she held herself still. Fluttershy's fingers brought another feeling with them — some form of band being slipped around her head. Something like padded cotton slid partly over her closed eyelids. Fluttershy had to pull Adagio's bountiful pigtails through the whatever-it-was, Adagio was starting to form an idea of what it was as the padded cloth was pulled completely over her eyes.

“Okay,” Fluttershy decided, “you can open your eyes again.”

Adagio did so, for all the difference it made. She was pretty certain the object around her eyes was technically a sleep mask, but for their purposes it was a fully effective blindfold. Realising that some feedback was required, she spoke up. “Yes, Fluttershy.”

“Um, c-can you see anything?” Fluttershy fretted.

“No, not a thing.”

“Oh,” Fluttershy breathed in relief, “good. And, um, is it comfortable?”

“Yes, it's fine.”

“You don't think it's going to slip off or anything?”

“No,” Adagio felt around the elastic with her fingertips to be sure, “I think it's quite settled.”

“Okay. Good. Oh, um, you're not allowed to take it off until I say so, is that okay?”

“Yes, absolutely, Fluttershy.”

“Good.” Fluttershy giggled. “Okay, um, good, because… I, uh… I'm… I'm going to take my skirt off now!”

Adagio shifted slowly, not wanting to startle her girlfriend, but deciding that her current position was uncomfortable. When she was done, she was once again kneeling, bare knees on the carpet and skirts smoothed out around her.

“Adagio,” sang Fluttershy, “please hold out your hands.”

“Yes, Fluttershy.” Adagio did as instructed, and Fluttershy pressed folds of warm fabric into her waiting palms, wrapping hands around hers.

“This is my skirt. I wanted you to know that you're holding it, and that means I'm not wearing it.” Fluttershy giggled again. “I'm… in my underwear! I'm alone in my room with my girlfriend and I'm wearing nothing but my undies!”

Fluttershy pulled away. “Oh, um, you don't have to hold onto that — just throw it aside. And, please could you stand up?”

“Of course, Fluttershy.” Adagio gently discarded the skirt and clambered back up to her feet, letting her hands drop by her sides.

“Okay, turn around.”

Adagio did so, and soon felt hands on her back, unlacing her dress.

“Oh, uh, I… I'm going to undress you now, is that alright?”

“Oh yes, Fluttershy, that is most definitely more than 'alright'.”

With the laces unfastened, Fluttershy slipped her hands under the fabric of the dress, sliding over Adagio's back and onto her shoulders, then pushing the fabric outwards and letting it fall. “Okay,” she gasped, when the dress lay in a heap around Adagio's ankles, “now please take a step back.”

“Yes, Fluttershy.” Adagio grinned, and stepped backwards out of the dress, purposely adding a little extra sway than usual to her hips and shoulders. Fluttershy could be scared off by suggestive words, but Adagio knew very well how to let her body do the talking — and right now she was pretty certain Fluttershy would be fully enjoying the unrestricted view of Adagio's ass.

Sure enough, Fluttershy sounded breathless when she next spoke: “Oh… please turn around.”

“With pleasure, Fluttershy.” Adagio spared no suggestiveness in her sinuous motions, as she simply turned on the spot. She only wished she could see Fluttershy's face right now.

“Give me your hands.”

Adagio raised her hands, and Fluttershy took them in hers, raising them to chest level with the palms turned outward. A moment later, Adagio felt warm, smooth skin against press against them. There was the slightly angular hardness of bone beneath skin, and the rough feel of bra straps — it was a guess, but she was pretty sure her hands were on Fluttershy's back now.

“I…” Fluttershy began, her voice just a notch higher than normal, “unfasten my bra for me, please.”

Adagio ran her fingers inward across the laced elastic, finding the clasp and deftly unhooking it. She took the ends and slid them aside, brushing her fingers across Fluttershy's back.

“P-pull them down.” Fluttershy was trembling, but she wasn't pulling away. Adagio found the shoulder straps and hooked her fingers around them, pulling them off her girlfriend's shoulders and down to waist level.

Fluttershy stepped away, leaving Adagio holding the underwear, until Fluttershy's hands found hers again and pried the garment free. Then Fluttershy took both Adagio's hands in her own, and lifted them, pulling them forwards but also spreading them wide. Adagio understood — she could feel Fluttershy's thumbs and knew that the other woman was facing her, arms spread wide apart, nothing but the blindfold separating Adagio's lustful gaze from Fluttershy's bare breasts. Images flashed through her mind, of what she would see but not for the oh-so-thin layer of cloth; She had wondered for some time now what kind of nipples adorned those pert mounds.

Then Fluttershy's hands fell away, leaving Adagio with nothing but her imagination.

“Adagio, I… I want you to kneel, is that okay?”

“Yes, oh yes, Fluttershy.” Adagio started to return to her knees.

“Oh, wait.” Fluttershy yelped. “Um… hold on.” Gentle hands took Adagio's shoulders, and pushed her around, turning her and walking her backwards — by Adagio's estimation, she was standing just in front of Fluttershy's bed, facing away from it.

“Okay,” Fluttershy breathed, removing her hands, “there.”

Adagio lowered herself, until she was kneeling upright.

“Um, lower please.”

“Whatever you say, Fluttershy.” Adagio lowered herself.

“Hold out your hand.”

Adagio did so, and felt something draped over her upturned palm — the feel of warm cotton once more.

Fluttershy giggled. “Can you guess what those are?”

Adagio grinned, having a pretty good idea, but unfolded the fabric and ran her fingers over it anyway. “Oh my, Fluttershy!” she gently teased, “Could these be my girlfriend's panties? And still warm!”

Fluttershy placed a hand on the top of Adagio's head. “Put your hands behind your back, please.”

Adagio resisted the urge to smirk, and instead brought her hands to rest on the small of her back. Fluttershy's hand left her head.

“Um, Adagio? I was thinking, uh, if it would be alright with you, could I maybe just, uh, tie you up a little bit?”

“I'm all yours, Fluttershy, of course you can.”

There was a sound of mattress springs behind her, and Adagio felt Fluttershy's hands loop a length of ribbon around her wrists, securing her hands to the frame of the bed. More springs, and the hand was back; She knew Fluttershy was now standing right beside her.

Fingers came to rest on her chin, Fluttershy's left hand cupping her cheek.

“I want you to kiss my fingers, please.

“Now lick them.

“Now suck them.”

Adagio explored Fluttershy's proffered digits with her mouth; When commanded to suck, she did so with generous tongue action and sexy moans. The key was a bit different, but she knew how to sing this tune.

Fluttershy pulled her fingers away, and the sound of heavy breathing filled the room, louder than before. Eventually, Fluttershy worked up the courage to proceed, and placed her left hand next to her right.

“Adagio… I want you to kiss me here.” Adagio felt Fluttershy's legs brush her shoulders, on either side of her at once. Warm, soft flesh meet her mouth and the heady smell of sex wafted up to her nostrils. She didn't need to be told where she was kissing; The wiry feel of pubic hairs alone would have been enough. Her lips were maybe an inch or two above Fluttershy's pussy, the only thing stopping her from moving lower was that she hadn't been ordered to yet.

She offered wet, tongue-filled kisses to her girlfriend's mound, offering up moans of pleasure to encourage Fluttershy along. Soon, Fluttershy was pushing forward, her hips forcing Adagio's head back as her hands shifted to be not so much resting on, as gripping Adagio's head.

“Lower,” Fluttershy moaned, pushing Adagio's head down. More than happy to oblige, Adagio worked her way down until her lips found the creases of Fluttershy's womanhood. Fluttershy gasped as Adagio pushed her way in between the other woman's thighs, extending her tongue into the warm, wet, salty folds that were soon pressed against her mouth. She messily slurped her way around, finding her girlfriend's swollen clitoris and rubbing her lips over it.

After months of trying, Fluttershy had finally worked up the courage to entrust her sex to Adagio's eager tongue, and Adagio wanted to make sure she didn't regret going to such effort. It was not the ideal set-up for delivering great cunnilingus since she could not see, or use her hands, or ask Fluttershy for feedback, but Adagio was fully focused on the task at hand, and far from inexperienced. She circled Fluttershy's clit using long, slow strokes of her tongue, then teased the swollen nub with gentle flicks. She pursed her lips around Fluttershy's clit and gently sucked, causing Fluttershy to groan lustfully and grip tightly on Adagio's head.

Fluttershy's thighs squeezed against the sides of Adagio's head, and she ground Adagio's face into her crotch. Fluttershy's juices were smeared over Adagio's mouth and chin, mixed with saliva, and Adagio continued to deliver suction interspersed with circular tongue-strokes while Fluttershy rocked back and forth, moaning uncontrollably. It did not take long before Fluttershy's undulations began to quicken, and Adagio could tell she was close.

“F-fuck…” Fluttershy gasped, and Adagio shuddered — she'd never heard her girlfriend swear before. “A-Adagio, I'm… I can't… oh, fuck I… I'm gonna…”

Adagio went all-out, pressing her lips and sucking hard on Fluttershy's clit, rubbing her tongue against it, fully intent on driving Fluttershy to her climax. Sure enough, only a moment later Fluttershy grabbed ahold of Adagio's pigtails and pulled hard, letting out a howl of pleasure as her whole body tensed. Adagio's head was held firmly in place between Fluttershy's surprisingly powerful thighs, and a trickle of fluids ran down Adagio's chin. Adagio opened her mouth wide, pushing her tongue down between Fluttershy's folds and lapping up the girl-cum.

The two stayed like that for almost a whole minute, Fluttershy rocking gently back and forth as her body continued to spasm, the pleasure slowly subsiding. Then the moment ended abruptly, with Fluttershy releasing her death-grip and jumping back in a single motion.

“Omygoodness Adagio I'm so, so, sor—”

“Thank you, Fluttershy.” Adagio straightened her (slightly stiff) neck, and licked her lips. “I really enjoyed that — was I able to please you?”

Fluttershy whimpered. “Oh,” she breathed, “yes. Oh yes.” she giggled. “Yes, yes, very very… yes.”

“I'm glad.”

“Um, h-hold on, just a moment, I'll untie you.”

Sure enough, only moments later, Adagio felt Fluttershy's hands go to work on the ribbons that bound her wrists to the bed. In the meantime she gently rolled her head to work out some of the stiffness. Fluttershy seemed to know what she was doing — or else had not secured the knots tightly in the first place, since truth be told Adagio hadn't dared struggle against them for fear of working her way loose — and the ribbons fell away in seconds.

Adagio brought her arms around to her front. Fluttershy hurried around in front of her, and placed a hand on the side of her face, cradling her jawline and pulling her in for a kiss. Their lips mashed messily together, tongues slipping over each other's as Adagio tasted Fluttershy and Fluttershy tasted, well, herself almost as much as Adagio.

Then Fluttershy pulled away. Her next words came from higher, so Adagio could tell she was standing. “Please stand up.”

“Yes, Fluttershy.” Adagio stood.

“Please… take your socks and shoes off.”

Adagio backed onto the bed, and removed her footwear. She felt Fluttershy take her left foot in hand, gently stroking it, then switch to her right. She did this only briefly, before letting go and backing away again.

“Please stand up again.”

Adagio did so.

“Um… would you mind…” Fluttershy faltered slightly, “that is, if you'd like to, maybe you could… take your underwear off?”

“I'd love to, Fluttershy.” Adagio smiled, resisting the urge to smirk, and slid her hands around behind her back, trailing her fingers across her skin for effect. Unhooking her bra, she let spread her arms and slid it down off her top. Fluttershy gace a strangled squeak, and Adagio could resist the urge to smirk no longer.

“Do you… like them, Fluttershy?” she teased, gently swinging her torso from side-to-side.

“P-panties!” Fluttershy squealed.

“Anything for you, Fluttershy.” Adagio turned on the spot, once again swaying far more than strictly necessary while doing so. Then she placed her hands on her hips, hooking her thumbs into the elastic. She bent over, until her abdomen was almost horizontal, sliding her hands back and slowly down as she did so. Only when she was fully bent over, she slid her panties down all the way over her buttocks, and then continued pushing them down past her knees.

She turned her head back, as if to look back over her shoulder, despite the blindfold. “Is this okay, Fluttershy?”

From the sounds of Fluttershy's squeaking, she guessed it was “okay”, though she was slightly worried that maybe her girlfriend's timid side was about to take over once more. She stood there, ass proffered, wondering if she would be better off at this point holding still and waiting, or straightening into a less provocative pose.

She was still wondering this when Fluttershy overcame herself enough to speak. “Adagio? Um, m-may I touch you, please?”

“Of course, Fluttershy,” Adagio reassured, “you can touch me anywhere you'd like.”

Almost as soon as she'd said that, fingertips prodded her right ass cheek. This was shortly followed by the rest of Fluttershy's hand, cupping and gently squeezing.

Fluttershy pulled away. “Adagio? Please, uh, stand up, and turn around.”

Adagio straightened, and turned to present her breasts.

“Um…” this utterance from Fluttershy was followed by several sharp breaths, “please… takeyourblindfoldoffnow!”

Adagio was caught slightly off-guard; She inhaled sharply, and gently bit her lip. “Yes, thank you Fluttershy.” She raised her hands to her head, and began lifting the elastic over her pigtails. She wondered if Fluttershy was still naked; She dearly hoped so, but didn't want to seem too disappointed if Fluttershy had decided to cover herself.

Then the mask came off, and Adagio could see again. Fluttershy was standing across the room from her, near the wall. She was indeed still naked, and stood with her hands resting on the wall either side of her, nothing obscuring Adagio's view. Her nipples, Adagio noted, were small and pink, slightly darker than her hair. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her face was almost glowing with embarrassment.

“Thank you,” repeated Adagio. “Fluttershy, you are beautiful. Gorgeous. I… thank you.”

Fluttershy straightened, and took several deep breaths, causing her chest to rise and fall enticingly. Clenching her fists, she turned her face directly towards Adagio, and opened her eyes.

The two stood in silence, staring at each other's naked bodies. Adagio savoured the moment, and Fluttershy began to giggle nervously. She began to walk closer, raising one hand.

Adagio stayed still as Fluttershy reached out and stroked her breast. She watched Fluttershy's eyes as Fluttershy stared at her chest, as Fluttershy pressed that hand forward and gently squeezing her boob. Fluttershy was biting her lip, caught in fascination with this new experience. Then she looked up, meeting Adagio's gaze and grinning bashfully.

She darted past Adagio, to the head of her bed, and scooped up the two pillows that were stacked there. Adagio turned to watch, and Fluttershy pushed the pillows onto her. Adagio took them, and waited for Fluttershy to tell her what would happen next.

“Um, could, could you lie on the floor for me, but, um, with your legs up on the bed?” Fluttershy gesticulated, outlining a general shape for the position she was describing. “The pillows are for you to lie on,” she added.

Adagio pondered what was being asked. “Er… yes Fluttershy, uh…” she deposited the pillows end-to-end, extending from the bed. Sitting and swiveling, she arranged herself so that she was lying on her back, her butt close to the side of the bed while he had pointed at from it. He legs were raised and bent so that her knees hooked over the edge of the mattress, lower-legs resting on the bed. She adjusted the pillows slightly until she was comfortable, then brought her hands up behind her head, elbows sticking out to the sides. “Like this, Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy nodded. “Perfect. And, please keep your hands there.” She stepped forward and pried Adagio's knees apart, stepping in between them and twisting around so that she could sit on the edge of the mattress, between Adagio's knees, with her feet tucked under the bed.

“Is this okay?” she asked, resting her hands on Adagio's shins, just below the knees.

“Yes, Fluttershy.” Adagio wasn't entirely certain what “this” was, but…

Fluttershy lifted her feet, one at a time, onto Adagio's belly. Her hands pressed down on Adagio's legs, pinning them, as she rolled her feet, kneading Adagio's abdomen.

Adagio stared down along her own body at the naked sight of her lover playfully treading on her. Knowing that she didn't have permission to move her hands, she may as well have been tied up again.

Fluttershy lifted her right foot onto Adagio's breast, pinching Adagio's nipple between her big and second toe and pushing the boob around in small circles. Then she released Adagio's nipple, and shifted her sole to the side. She lifted her left foot, spread her legs wide, and squished Adagio's boobs together between her feet.

Adagio grinned at the way Fluttershy was playing with her body, and at the view she was offered.

Then Fluttershy began to walk her feet down from Adagio's breasts, over her ribs and abdomen, then past her hips. She paused a moment, with her feet resting together on Adagio's pelvis. Then she worked her way down, feet pressing in either side of Adagio's vulva, spreading her glistening lips.

She paused there, lifting her gaze back up to Adagio's face. Their eyes locked, and Fluttershy gave a cute little sly grin. “Watch me,” she gently commanded.

Adagio couldn't refuse. She continued to stare, spellbound, at Fluttershy's face and chest, as Fluttershy's feet moved inwards, toes exploring the entrance of her pussy. She moaned uncertainly as Fluttershy's right big toe rubbed up against her clitoris, while the other foot began probing deeper, further down.

Adagio began to tremble as her lover's feet massaged her wet pussy, pushing and probing. Fluttershy ground the ball of her right foot against Adagio's clit, and pressed her left big toe in past the entrance of Adagio's vagina. She rubbed her feet over each other in circular motions, smearing Adagio's fluids all over. Fluttershy's hands pushed down down harder as she lifted herself of the bed more, most of her weight distributed between her hands and feet.

Adagio trembled, because while her body reacted to these sensations, she had to keep her hands still, and not look away. She wanted to be worthy of Fluttershy's absolute trust, and right now that meant keeping to her word and following every little order and request. Knowing that she had to keep still made it harder to do so, knowing that she had to stay in control meant that she couldn't fully relax, and her inner struggle caused the pleasure to only build up, more intense, into an aching need for release. She began to moan in earnest, writhing beneath Fluttershy's feet.

“F… Fluh… Fluttershy!” she gasped, “I'm… I'm!”

“Please cum for me, Adagio.”

Adagio wailed incoherently as the pleasure overtook her, spasms crashing through her body. Her legs tensed and shuddered against the weight of Fluttershy's hands, and she gripped her own hands together tightly to keep them in place. Her back arched, her cunt clenched, and she squirted over Fluttershy's feet.

Fluttershy continued to rub Adagio's pussy with her feet, as the waves of ecstasy gushed through her. She slowed when Adagio's howling and shaking began to subside, and when Adagio finally went limp, she lifted her feet away.

Adagio lay panting for the moments it took to catch her breath. Then she spoke. “Thank… thank you. Thank you, Fluttershy.”

Fluttershy grinned sweetly. “Oh Adagio, you're welcome… but, um, it looks like you've made a mess — would you like to clean it up for me?” she wiggled her toes suggestively.

Adagio's eyes widened. Okay, wow. Fluttershy really did know how to be naughty. “I… would love to, Fluttershy,” she nodded.

Adagio twisted and rolled onto her hands and knees, crawling around to bring her head up to Fluttershy's feet. Fluttershy offered her left foot first, and Adagio accepted, gripping the heel with her fingertips and wrapping her mouth around the big toe. She began to suck and lick, methodically “cleaning” every inch of the cum-splattered appendage. She moved from each toe to the next, then onto the top, the sides, and finally down the sole of Fluttershy's foot, from toe to heel, once again bringing the foot up on top of her face as she worked her tongue down.

When she had finished thoroughly licking the entirety of Fluttershy's left foot, Fluttershy withdrew it, and offered her right. Adagio began to repeat the process, and Fluttershy brought her left foot up to rest on Adagio's back, resting her leg as if on a footstool.

When Adagio was finished scrubbing Fluttershy's right foot, Fluttershy pulled both feet away, sitting up and leaning forward. Adagio stayed on the floor, but raised her head, and took each of her fingers into her mouth in turn, cleaning where they had held Fluttershy's heels.

Fluttershy reached down, placing her hand on the side of Adagio's face. “Adagio…” she whispered, “will you lie here, and cuddle me?”

“Yes…” Adagio whispered back, “Fluttershy.”

Fluttershy shifted over, and Adagio climbed onto the bed next to her, bringing the pillows with her. Without another world, the two wrapped arms around each other, naked bodies pressing together and legs entwining. Fluttershy slid her hands down onto Adagio's butt, and Adagio mirrored the gesture. Fluttershy rested her forehead against Adagio's, and closed her eyes, smiling.

“Adagio?” Fluttershy muttered, “you're mine, right? Until the end of today?”

“Fluttershy,” Adagio replied, “I won't be as submissive tomorrow, but I'll always be yours.”

Fluttershy smiled. A few moments later, she spoke again. “Adagio? Can I be yours?”

Adagio gave Fluttershy's butt a squeeze. When Fluttershy opened her eyes, Adagio leaned in, and kissed her on the lips.

“I would love that, Fluttershy.”

Fluttershy smiled. She was already forming plans for the rest of the day, but for now she wanted nothing more than to cuddle with her girlfriend… her lover.