Fadoodling, or Butterfly Bush
by Shivered Timbers
Fluttershy had just asked Rainbow Dash for oral sex.
Fluttershy.
Had just asked.
Rainbow Dash.
For oral sex.
Rainbow Dash, the biggest lesbian at Canterlot High. The girl with more sexual conquests to brag about than any other girl. Or heck, any boy for that matter. The undisputed CHS Pussy Master.
Not that she had a lot of competition. But hey, they were teenagers! Teenagers had relationships! Relationships got steamy! She didn't have to compare notes with the student body to know there was definitely sexual activity in that high school.
But it still didn't excuse her going out with the same girl -- the wonderful, adorable, shy girl who had started out as simply a good friend and become so much more -- for eight whole months and not once going down on her. Dash couldn't remember even suggesting it.
Could she be blamed, though?
The thing about Fluttershy was, she lived up to that name. Fluttershy got red in the face just from them holding hands. In private. Literally no one would expect her to be forward about wanting to have sex.
And because Rainbow Dash was such a good girlfriend, she had respected her significant other's distinct hangup with sex. They took things slow. There had been lots of kissing -- mostly in private -- maybe even some heavy petting, but Dash had been content to wait until Fluttershy was ready to take that next step in their relationship. She might have been the Pussy Master, but the Pussy Master didn't force herself on the pussy. The pussy came to her. The pussy came for her. That's what being a Pussy Master was all about.
To think that, all this time, Fluttershy had been waiting for exactly that! Rainbow Dash made her girlfriend ask her for sex. It blew Dash's mind. Yet even more mind-blowing was that the timing was not the mind-blowingest thing about the whole debacle.
It was the way Fluttershy had asked.
"Um, Rainbow, y-you know I love you, right? Well, uh, there's something I... Oh dear... I want to ask you if you could, um, well, maybe, if it's all right with you, that is... Would you lick me in the, um...
"The vachoochoo."
In some ways, this was nothing Dash should not have seen coming.
Fluttershy's hangup with intimacy of any sort extended to the very words that conveyed sexual activity. She was a veritable thesaurus of novel, cutesy, utterly not sexy euphemisms for each and every aspect of doing the nasty.
And they all drove Rainbow Dash up the wall.
The worst was "boobaloos"; three guesses as to what that meant. Sure, Fluttershy had a damn fine pair of her own; Rainbow Dash was, after all, a titty connoisseur as well as the Pussy Master. But every time Fluttershy used that word, all Rainbow could think of was Scootaloo, and that was not what Dash wanted going through her head during sexy times.
But this? This was a whole new level of adorably childish prudery. And that was the single and sole reason why Rainbow Dash, the Rainbow Dash, Canterlot High Pussy Master, Alpha Lesbian Extraordinaire and Best Girlfriend Ever, was not jumping at the chance to eat her super-hot, totally amazing girlfriend like a bag of potato chips on said girlfriend's bed right there and then.
"Um," said Fluttershy. "Was it something I said?"
Dash groaned and put her head in her hands. "Fluttershy, you work with animals all day and get straight A's in biology class. Why can't you use the word 'vagina'?"
Fluttershy tapped her fingertips together. "I-I," was all she said in reply.
"I mean, I could understand if 'pussy' makes you think about cats! Cats aren't sexy! Slang doesn't do it for everyone." She grabbed Fluttershy's wrists and held her hands up between them. "But please, for the love of little green apples, stop with the babytalk when we're trying to get it on!"
Fluttershy's eyes flicked back and forth rapidly before settling on looking down and to the right. "O-oh. Does this mean you don't--"
"I will totally eat you out right now, because I love you and want you to be happy." Dash grinned. "Just say 'vagina' for me. Just this one time?"
Fluttershy licked her lips. "V... Vagoobler."
Dash frowned. "Vah-jye-naaaaah."
"Vazzaboo?"
Dash began to sweat. "Vagina, Fluttershy!"
Fluttershy squinched her eyes shut and squeaked, "Jabumbo!"
"Those aren't even sounds in the--" Dash sighed, let go and sat back. "Okay, I give up. Take your clothes off!" Dash reached for the hem of her own shirt and pulled it over her head in one go.
Blushing furiously, Fluttershy crossed her arms over her shirt and stared at Rainbow's chest. Dash was just wearing her usual grey sports bra, nothing fancy; she hadn't been expecting to go all the way with her girlfriend today, after all. She found herself getting excited already, though, just from the way Fluttershy was staring at her and biting her lower lip.
If Dash were being honest, she wouldn't consider herself pretty. Awesome, sure, but she wasn't super buff or super feminine. She was thin, maybe a little gawky, though she was at least able to move gracefully when she wanted to; perks of being an athlete. Her boobs were small, her butt was small, and her girlfriend was a good five inches taller. Rainbow Dash was not her own type, would not have gone for herself as even a second choice, and sometimes didn't feel she had much to offer in the looks department. So knowing that her girlfriend really liked seeing her body was a serious rush to the old ego, not to mention other, less conceptual parts of her.
Dash tossed her shirt on the floor and spun on her knees so Fluttershy had a good profile view. She unsnapped her jean shorts and scooched them down, wiggling her butt and grinning in delight as Fluttershy's hand flew to her mouth.
"Like what you see, huh?" Dash purred.
Fluttershy whispered, "O-oh, Dashie."
If Fluttershy's gaze got her revved, being called "Dashie" by that soft, loving voice got Rainbow going. It was almost more than she could manage to not muff dive Fluttershy right there. As soon as Rainbow was done undressing, she was going to yank Fluttershy's pants off and suck that bean till she screamed.
Because that was what alpha lesbian best girlfriends did. All the time.
"U-um, Dashie? You... stopped?"
"What?" Dash shook her head, kicking her shorts off over the edge of the bed. "Sorry," she said with a chuckle, "got distracted thinking about how much I'm gonna rock your world in a second."
Fluttershy giggled. Dash's confidence seemed infectious, because she actually scooted her capris off, folding them neatly and placing them on the floor. Dash bit her lip as Fluttershy crossed her legs, giving a good view of the yellow panties with the adorable pink bow, right there above where Dash was gonna be.
Gonna be there. Any second now.
"I can hardly wait," Fluttershy said, voice tiny. She crossed her arms over her chest, but she too was a quivering, giggling mess of anticipation.
Crawling over to her, Dash licked her lips, reveling in the way the sheets shushed as Fluttershy spread her legs and leaned back. Rainbow ducked in to nuzzle Fluttershy's cheek here and there before planting a soft, sweet kiss on her lips. The other girl giggled, putting her hands behind Dash's head, and they kissed some more. Dash could feel the heat radiating from her girlfriend's cheeks, but if Fluttershy was flustered, her desire was overriding her usual intimate embarrassment.
Dash ran a hand over Fluttershy's thigh. The soft hairs tickled against her palm. She drove up under Fluttershy's shirt, eliciting a giggle as she caressed the soft skin of her hip. Tugging gently, she got Fluttershy to lay on her back, and took a moment to brush her knuckles against the fabric of her bra. The smooth, heavy breasts below jiggled at her touch.
"Are you ready, Dashie?" Fluttershy whispered between kisses.
"Ready if you are," Dash whispered back. And she was ready, she so was.
Fluttershy arched her back, moving her hands down to push her panties off. Dash took the opportunity to remove her own shirt and bra; the Pussy Master didn't do her business clothed.
Once Dash's tits were exposed to the air, Fluttershy gave a little gasp. She reached up and gave the right one a squeeze, just a small one, enough to make them both giggle.
"I love you, Dashie," she said.
Dash grinned. "I love you too, Fluttershy."
She went in for one more kiss. But the Pussy Master couldn't -- wouldn't -- keep her lady waiting any longer. The pussy was right there, below her, ready for the taking. All she had to do was go and take it.
Just, go right on down there and say hi.
Get along down to Pussy Town.
She was starving in the desert and the only cure was a yonic oasis.
Dash didn't even know what that meant.
A hand touched her shoulder lightly.
"Rainbow? You're hesitating again." Fluttershy gave her the most heart-wrenchingly sympathetic stare ever. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Dash squeezed the hand, then placed it back on Fluttershy's chest. "Just... thinking about how glad I am you're my girlfriend." She gave the least convincing smile ever, which was at least enough to get a giggle.
"I'm glad, too. You're so romantic, Dashie."
Right, romance. Time to make with the romance.
Dash stole another kiss from her girlfriend's lips. Then one on the neck. Moving downward! One on her tummy. Oh, just another one for good measure. Fluttershy laughed, so it was worth it.
And then her legs parted, all the way, and Dash saw...
The fine, pink hairs had been buzzed short and trimmed to look like a butterfly. Rainbow shouldn't have been surprised. Not really. But it was still surprising.
"Do you like it?" Fluttershy asked, breath bated.
"It's amazing!" Dash couldn't but be honest.
"I did it for you."
Rainbow looked up, to see her girlfriend beet red in the face, biting her lip, peeking out from between her hands like she could barely contain herself.
Rainbow Dash had never been so turned on in her life.
Until she came face-to-snatch with the object of her girlfriend's desire. Er, her desire. Yes. She desired this. This...
Once or twice before, Dash had checked herself out in the mirror. All girls did that, right? Probably even the straight ones. You just kind of wanted to know. For reference. In case you met your doppelganger from another dimension. Or for medical... stuff. Or when you wanted to trim your rainbow pubes so they kind of looked like a lightning bolt, only it looked more like some kind of anemic worm so you had to let them grow back out and you were really glad you weren't seeing anyone at the time.
The point was, Dash's pussy sort of went... in? And Fluttershy's went... out.
Way out.
Like, all over the place.
Granted, Rainbow Dash had seen lots of vaginas in her day. Tons of 'em! They just...
Didn't usually have so much meat.
Not to mention the hair. Which wasn't pink or shaved down and cute.
"I'm ready," came the breathy encouragement. Fluttershy's legs trembled, either from anticipation, the desire to clamp them closed, or the strain of holding them up.
Well, Dash was deep in this now, right? Just like she was gonna be deep in Fluttershy's pussy in a second.
Any second now.
Just, diving right on in there.
Dash leaned down into the tang of sweat and arousal. Oh, that was not pleasant. She was really having second thoughts about this whole thing. Like, a lot of second thoughts.
She stuck out her tongue. She swallowed. She leaned in ever closer, daring, tantalizing.
The first lick. From stem to stern. She had to choke back her gag reflex. A tiny, stupid part of her had been hoping the taste would improve on the smell. No such luck.
But the instant her tongue made contact, Fluttershy squealed, knees drawing together to trap Dash's head in place. Now Dash had to choke back the instinct to struggle. She wasn't a fan of being restrained, not right in front of a cold-cut sandwich like this.
No, it was okay, she was cool. This was all cool. She was showing her girlfriend, the one girl in the whole world that she loved and adored more than any other, the time of her life. That was what being the Pussy Master was all about.
She tried sucking on Fluttershy's clit, hoping that would abate the flavor. It did not.
"Oh, schnorgle me, Dashie!" Fluttershy all but screamed.
"Fluttershy, you're making it weird..."
Thanking her lucky stars for the distraction, she brought her head up. Fluttershy was still blushing. Now she brought her hands up and placed them over her mouth.
"Srmmy," she mumbled.
Dash tried not to sigh. Sighing would do nothing positive for her girlfriend's fragile ego. After ensuring Fluttershy wasn't going to make another peep, she lowered her head once more.
She tried licking around the sides. She tried licking right in the center. She tried sucking on the clit again, because Fluttershy really liked that, and Rainbow Dash really wanted her to be happy. But no matter what she tried, the smell was there, and the taste was there, and there was hair stuck in her mouth, and the more she licked, the more juice showed up, where was it coming from, and the legs had her trapped tight against the incredible stank factory that was her girlfriend's vagina, and Rainbow Dash just wanted to be a good girlfriend and make her happy and be the Pussy Master...
"Rainbow? Rainbow!" The legs let up. "Are you... crying?"
Rainbow curled up in a ball, right there between Fluttershy's feet. It was all over now.
"Rainbow Elizabeth Dash, what is wrong?"
Soft, yellow arms curled around her, pulling her close to a shivering, pillowy chest. Hands stroked her hair. All she could do was cling to the shirt, sniffling like a baby, the air tugging at her naked, vulnerable skin.
"I'm sorry," she croaked. Fluttershy shifted, and a warm blanket wrapped around the two of them. "I'm sorry."
"Dashie... I don't understand, what's wrong? Was it something I did?"
No. No, it couldn't have been anything that Fluttershy -- wonderful, amazing, loving, better-than-Rainbow-Dash Fluttershy -- could ever have done. She couldn't let Fluttershy worry. It was enough to break her pity shell.
"No," she said, but her voice was a bare whisper. She swallowed a few times -- oh, the taste! -- and tried again.
"No, Fluttershy. I'm sorry, it's... I can't..."
"Shh." Fluttershy stroked Dash's head, the touch lending her strength. "It's okay. Just calm down, and we can talk, all right?"
Eventually, Dash did calm down. And when she was done blubbering like the stupid little kid who cried when mom dropped her off for the first day of kindergarten, she curled up even tighter under the blanket. Against her girlfriend. Her loving, caring, deserved-far-better-than--
"Dashie?"
Rainbow took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I've never eaten a pussy before."
There. She'd said it. It was out in the air, for everyone to know. Now everyone could rub her face in her not rubbing her face in it. Rainbow Dash was done for.
"Oh, sweetie." Fluttershy kissed her cheek. "I-I thought you said you were rea--"
"I know what I said." Dash clenched her teeth, and a tress of Fluttershy's hair. "I know what I said... I just wanted to be the Best Girlfriend in the World."
She lay there, listening to Fluttershy's breathing. She stretched her legs out a little. No sense getting cramps, said her inner athlete.
"Rainbow, you're already the Best Girlfriend in the World. I mean it."
A finger tipped Rainbow's chin up, and she looked into the eyes of a girl who was perhaps a little hurt, yet intensely, lovingly serious. Dash swallowed.
"I know you really like sex, or, um..." Fluttershy averted her eyes. "At least, that's what everyone at school says."
Black bile tarred the pit of Rainbow Dash's stomach.
"But it's always, well, it, um... I'm not comfortable with it. Y-you've probably noticed." Fluttershy drew in and let out a deep breath. "I did my best to psych myself up so we could finally, um, do it. Because I thought that was what you wanted. Even though I know you were letting me go at my own pace. Which, um, was very thoughtful of you, and I really appreciate it."
"I..." Dash's mouth was dry. What could she hope to say to that?
"Rainbow Dash." Fluttershy's tone was firm as she lay back on the pillows, drawing Dash with her. Dash, for her part, wrapped an arm around Fluttershy's midsection and squeezed tightly.
"Tell me what's wrong."
Dash closed her eyes, letting her head sink down into the other pillow. Fluttershy was her rock, her safe place, her guardian angel; that was the only reason it all came out.
"All my life, I've always been the baddest bitch around. When I was in camp as a kid, me and Gilda teamed up because we knew no one else could take us. Same thing happened later, in the Wonderbolts' Junior Reserves, with Lightning Dust."
She let out a shuddering breath.
"I guess I developed a reputation. Or, at least I thought I did." She raised the pitch of her voice. "'Oh, that's Rainbow Dash, watch your daughters, she's a ladykiller!' 'I bet Rainbow Dash gets more pussy than any boy in school!' 'There's no bigger lesbian than Rainbow Dash!'"
She shuddered. Fluttershy was looking at her with quiet concern.
"Maybe I let it get to my head. Maybe it was all only ever in my head." Rainbow hugged harder. "But I've never done it, not once. I've barely even dated anyone other than you." She grit her teeth. "And I mean, I am a lesbian. I don't like guys. Trust me, I've made sure."
She sighed.
Fluttershy said, "Being a lesbian, and a good girlfriend, and good at sex... That's all important to you, isn't it?"
"Yes! I mean..." Dash felt tears prick at her eyes again. "Being a good girlfriend is what's most important. I don't know about the rest."
"You are a good girlfriend." Fluttershy kissed her on the forehead and hugged her tightly. "I don't ever want you to doubt that you're the best girlfriend I could ever--"
There was a knock at the door, and it opened.
"Fluttershy, I'm home! Dinner's-- ohmygoodness!"
Fluttershy's mother peeked in and then right back out of her daughter's room, face changing color to match her hair. She hid behind the open door, laughing nervously.
"I hope I wasn't interrupting anything, um, important, girls! Hee hee! Well, dinner will be ready soon, ah, so feel free to come downstairs whenever you're done. I mean, whenever you like!" She coughed. "Just, please put some pants on first?"
The two girls replied with, "Yes, Mommy," and "Yes, Mrs. Shy."
The door closed, and Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash looked at each other. They were both pretty red, as well. In a moment, they were laughing. And then they were hugging. It was all they could do.
"I feel bad you got all worked up and I couldn't deliver, though," Dash said at length. "I could always touch you. You know, finish with my hands? I can do that, probably."
Fluttershy shook her head. "It's okay, Dashie. I think seeing my mom, um, totally clam-jammed me."
Dash stared, mouth open. "Wha--You can use a word like 'clam-jam', but you still say 'vachoochoo'?"
Shrinking a little, Fluttershy went, "Woo-woo."
Dash face-palmed, but they both laughed again, snuggling up to each other.
"If it makes you feel any better," Fluttershy said, "what you were doing felt really good. Like, really, really amazingly good!"
Dash smiled to herself. That did make her feel better.
"I'm sorry I made you feel pressured into having sex," Fluttershy said, petting Dash's hair.
Hesitating, she bit her lip and looked up at Fluttershy. She was always looking up at Fluttershy, no matter what position they were in. She figured she was lucky to have a girl like that always there to look out for her.
"Don't be sorry," she said, stroking Fluttershy's cheek. "I think I pressured myself. Promise you won't tell anyone about my... about what happened?"
"I promise." The answer was immediate. "And, um, if you like, you can always say my mom caught us, uh, in flagrante delicto." She tittered.
"No way," Dash said with a chuckle. "I don't have to tell stories about our sex life to be cool."
She propped herself up on one elbow, so she could gaze into Fluttershy's soft teal eyes. She could get lost in those eyes for days. Everything about Fluttershy's face, from the long lashes to the little point on her chin, was perfect, flawless.
Sometimes, Rainbow Dash felt a little lacking in comparison.
But maybe the legend of the Pussy Master wasn't really necessary.
"I'll just tell them how lucky I am to be your friend, and so much more."
They shared a slow kiss, and a long hug, and then they put their pants back on.
Author's Note
Thanks t'me messmates Regidar an' 'Ivemind fer their 'elp an' feedback.
Hope yer balls ain't as blue as the deep sea, ha-harr! Sometimes, sex ain't about sex, y'ken? Fadoodlin's an old-timey word fer doin' the nasty, in case ye were wonderin'. I got an 'ole list o' suchlike ye can all expect to see in the future, mateys! Till next time we sails!
