A Night at Fluttershy's

Fluttershy pulled out a deck of cards and began to shuffle them. Throughout her task, she couldn’t help but feel Dash’s eyes on her. They were burning her, and she knew it. Their white hot flames scoured their way up and down her body, touching every curve and admiring every feature. She felt like Dash was mentally undressing her, and she knew that the athlete couldn’t wait to get her naked. I know what lies in that disturbing diary you keep, she silently told Dash, I know how many times you’ve fantasized about being my dominatrix. I know how you have endless piles of fetishes when it comes to me…but you always put up a very straight façade in front of the others. You don’t want them to know the truth…but perhaps, this little game of Go Fish will allow me to get closer.

“Hurry up!” Dash said impatiently, shaking her leg.

“Oh…um…alright,” Fluttershy said, continuing her routine of niceness and kindness. She felt almost like a secret agent, sneaking around in the dark in order to find out more. She realized that the undressing of Dash was almost like a spiritual unveiling. Once she was out of her clothes, she might be willing to yield more of what had only been rumored around their school.

“Okay,” Dash said once the shuffling was complete, “the rules of Strip Go Fish are simple: you lose a hand, you take something off. But when it comes to your shoes and socks, they both have to go at the same time. We don’t play to a certain set count. We play by clothes removed. So, as I said before, the winner is the one who remains dressed the longest. Okay?”

“Um…okay,” Fluttershy said nervously, even though deep down, she was itching to continue.

“Let’s begin, then,” Dash said.

The athlete drew five cards, and her friend followed suit. Their hearts both pounded as they each got a little closer to realizing just what they wanted out of the evening. Dash wanted Fluttershy, nude and obedient. Fluttershy wanted answers out of her best friend. This rather immature card game would become a catalyst for both of their desires, and little did they know it, but it would funnel passion into both of them that they had never known before.

It began simply, with Dash and Fluttershy each asking for a card, and each receiving one. Tied at one set apiece, and with no stripping being done, Dash decided to up the ante a bit. She asked for a three to match the one she had, thinking that Fluttershy would definitely hold such an easy card. But the yellow nature lover simply smirked and said, “Go Fish.” Dash groaned and picked up another card, finding it to be a three. She smiled at the match, but knew that the rules still obligated her to remove an article of clothing.

“Alright, what should I take off first?” She asked.

“Oh…I get to choose?”

“Yeah,” Dash said, “the winner of the hand gets to pick what’s stripped. Now, what do you wanna see first?”

She put on her sexiest face, even though internally she was screaming in anger. She wanted to strip Fluttershy, not the other way around. She figured that, once Fluttershy was naked, she’d take her own clothes off and they’d go to bed together. But it seemed that the hand of fate had played its own cards, and they were against her. So, she simply threw up an alluring façade and watched as Fluttershy wrung her hands through. She noticed that her friend seemed to be at an impasse within herself, so she made a suggestion. “We always strip from the bottom up in the locker room, and we save the panties for last, so…”

“Don’t rush me, Rainbow Dash,” Fluttershy said kindly, but firmly, “I’ve never watched another girl strip before. I guess…take your…shoes off?”

“Is that a question, or a decision?”

Fluttershy shook her head and cleared her mind. “No, no. That’s my decision. Take those shoes off.”

Dash rolled her eyes, hoping for something a little different from the typical locker room play, but removed her rainbow colored sneakers. Her socks were white with small red stripes over the toes. Fluttershy had never asked someone to take an article of clothing off before, and she actually enjoyed the small adrenaline rush that accompanied it.

“A quick question before we go on,” Dash suddenly said.

“What is it?”

Dash pointed to the turquoise colored dress Fluttershy was wearing. “I know that’s what you always wear to school, but I’ve never been able to figure out if it’s a top and a skirt, or just a straight up dress. I need to know, because if it’s a dress, then that puts me at an unfair advantage. I could strip you with one hand, but it would take you two, because I’m wearing more.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Fluttershy said, waving her hand, “it’s a two-piece outfit.”

Dash sighed in relief. Nobody’s gonna call me a cheater, she thought as they went back to their game. The next three hands were all uneventful, with each girl finding cards that matched. Their hearts continued to race as they knew that, with each passing second, they teetered on the brink of nudity. Dash didn’t mind it as much as Fluttershy did, because she was constantly in the locker room. She saw the nude female form all the time. But Fluttershy’s only exposure was to her own body, and the experience of asking someone to strip threatened to break through her nice façade. Hold it together, Fluttershy! She growled at herself, soon, you’ll have the answers you seek.

“Do you have any…fives?” Fluttershy asked.

Dash smirked and proudly told Fluttershy to fish for a card. The yellow girl smiled and blushed, but picked another card and then asked Dash what she should remove. The athlete went for it and told her to take her top off. Fluttershy squeaked a bit and her blush deepened, but she bravely stood up and began to remove the article. “Uh-uh-uh,” Dash said, “slowly. I wanna enjoy this.”

So Fluttershy very gently removed an arm. Her heart raced as she looked down to where Dash was busily moving her fingers over her private area. She knew that Dash was incredibly turned on by this, and she felt her façade begin weakening. She wanted her friend to give some big, grandiose defiance of the rumors that were being spread, but with every passing second, the stories gained validity. As she removed her other arm, she saw Dash begin emitting soft moans of delight. She’s really enjoying this! Fluttershy thought, well, then…I’ll help her enjoy it.

Fluttershy slowly pulled her top over her head, and stood there in a bright red bra. She smiled and sat back down. “You like what you see?” She crooned, narrowing her blue eyes to slits.

Dash was taken aback by this sudden show of sexuality, but went with it. She even dared to bend forward and kiss Fluttershy’s cheek. “Oh, yeah,” she said, “I love it…but I wanna see more.”

“Then you’ll have to beat me…” Fluttershy sang out.

The two girls picked up their cards, and the next few hands were furious. Each girl was giving in to their inner lust and love for each other. With every passing second, Dash felt her pulse quicken and her reproductive organs begin to prepare for the inevitable. She knew that she and Fluttershy were going to have sex before the evening was over, no matter what came. With every losing hand, she came closer and closer to her goal. She had never wanted to lose so badly, because she knew that the reward would be amazing.

Soon, both girls were topless. Dash was wearing a black sports bra, and Fluttershy wasn’t surprised. She is an athlete, after all, the yellow girl thought. Now, it became a question of who got to show off their panties first. Each girl secretly hoped it was them, but externally put on a front of toughness. “You’ll never get me to take these pants off!” Dash proclaimed loudly, “I’ve got a hand that’s harder than steel!”

“Got any fives?”

“Ugh…yes,” Dash said, as she handed Fluttershy the requested card. After Fluttershy made the match, Dash asked her for a two. Fluttershy smirked and told Dash to fish. “While you’re fishing, you might as well take those pants off. I don’t think they’re waterproof,” the yellow girl said, winking at Dash.

Dash jumped for joy on the inside, but outside, she groaned and stood. “Alright, fine,” she said.

“Make sure you do it slowly and sensually,” Fluttershy commanded.

Dash enjoyed it when Fluttershy took control of things, so she wiggled her hips and drew Fluttershy in. She slowly pulled her pants to the ground, revealing a pair of bright blue panties. They had yellow stripes running around them, and Fluttershy reveled in just how cute they were. She never told anyone, but she had a fetish for women’s underwear, and she often found herself privately masturbating to certain websites. Oh, but it doesn’t beat this, she told herself, my Dash, in her underwear…right in front of me! Oh, this is too good to be true! She had forgotten all about trying to find answers, and had fallen into the mindset of sexual conquest.

“Alright,” Dash said as she sat back down, giving Fluttershy an excellent view, “it’s time for me to see your panties. Remember, next time I lose a hand, you have to ask me for my bra. The panties are last.”

“Okay,” Fluttershy said as her heart raced. “Got any threes?”

Fluttershy shook her head in frustration, and Dash’s heart leapt again. “Go Fish, and take that skirt off!” She proudly said. Fluttershy acquiesced to the order, and stood. She gently undid her skirt and let it light on the floor below. Dash noted that her panties matched her bra, only they were rather small. In fact, they didn’t do much to cover anything, and Dash swore that Fluttershy’s private jewel was peeking out at her. This…is…fucking…AMAZING! Dash thought.

The underwear clad girls played a couple more hands before Dash was finally brought down again. She stood and unhooked her bra, revealing two very beautiful breasts. They were just the right size, and they spoke to Dash’s litheness and athleticism. “Is there any part of you that isn’t built for sports?” Fluttershy asked.

“I don’t think so,” Dash said as she sat back down, “I guess nature agrees with my hobby.”

Two hands later, Dash lost again, and this time, she lost the whole game. But she didn’t care. She was finally going to reveal her entire naked body to the girl she had secretly loved for so long. Passion flooded her veins as she pulled her panties off and tossed them away. She stood with her legs spread, wanting Fluttershy to get as amazing a view as she could.

“I guess I won the game,” Fluttershy said, staring at Dash’s vagina, “and…a whole hell of a lot more.”

“Oh, you know it!” Dash said, “now, if you’ll come with me, I’ll show you what happens to the loser of Strip Go Fish. You, my little butterfly, get me as a trophy for the night. Come on!"