Harmony U

Applejack rubbed Rarity’s back while she sobbed and wailed. She felt just a little guilty, somehow.

“Ah, don’t worry about it, Sugarcube, it was just for fun anyway. I know a lot of people wanna, uh, you know… fuck you.”

Rarity sobbed and took a huge gulp of punch. “I don’t CARE about other people! If it weren’t for Opalescence I would be completely alone! Oh my god, I’m an old cat lady! I’m already an old cat lady and nobody loves me!”

Pinkie shrugged. “That’s the way the cookie crumbles! Fuck, Marry, Kill is an unforgiving trial! But tonight… we became women!”

“Uh, ya’ll? I think Fluttershy is asleep.”

Fluttershy was sprawled out on the ground, one hand in her pants, the other above her head. One leg was bent and her shirt was pulled up to well over her bellybutton. She was breathing peacefully, with a little drool glistening down her chin from the corner of her mouth.

“Maaaybe we should take her to bed…” suggested Sunset. “Can someone get her legs?” Sunset took the opportunity to fish Fluttershy’s hand out of her pants and peek at her panties. White and lacey, as expected. She grabbed her forearms.

Twilight stood up, “Sure! I should start getting ready for bed anyway, too.”

“Aw, we’re only getting started!” said Pinkie Pie.

Twilight grabbed Fluttershy’s ankles and, with Sunset’s help, lifted her sleeping body to take her to her room.

“We’ll have plenty of time tomorrow! Plus the rest of you can stay up as long as you want, I’ll just sleep in Fluttershy’s room. I’m sure she won’t mind.”

The two made their way to Fluttershy’s room and laid her down on her own bed. She didn’t stir at all, even after they had to swing her up onto the bed. She just continued breathing peacefully, and drooled.

Fluttershy’s room was perfectly clean, with a made bed, and no clutter anywhere, an organized desk and symmetrically placed picture frames on the wall. Everything was a pastel shade of pink, yellow, or light green. Her queen-sized bed was plush, with a huge fluffy green comforter and dozens of stuffed animals of every kind. There was a small nightstand next to the bed with a bookcase built into the bottom, filled alphabetically with books about animals and the entire Daring Do collection, plus an odd one about were-bats. The furniture all matched; a little dresser, vanity, and wardrobe, all painted the same soft peach pink with slightly darker pink accents.The only thing that seemed out of place was a small black tv placed on top of a little tv stand in front of the bed, and only because it wasn’t pink.

Sunset sat down on the edge of Fluttershy’s bed with a “Phew!” wiping her brow with the back of her hand.

Twilight sat down next to her and chuckled. “Yeah… she’s heavier than she looks!”

Sunset smiled. “Right?! It’s all in those tits!”

“Have they always been so… big?”

Sunset looked back at Fluttershy’s chest. It was, admittedly, the biggest out of the group. She shrugged. “Ever since I’ve known her. Rainbow Dash says she was a D cup by middle school.”

“No way!” Twilight looked down at her own lacking chest then back at Fluttershy’s generous cleavage. Twilight had never developed past an A-cup.

“Eh, I don’t really care one way or the other. Tits are tits, you know?” said Sunset.

“Really? W-what size are you then?”

Sunset looked at Twilight and smiled teasingly. “You chose me for ‘Fuck,’ didn’t you? I knew it!”

“Wh-what?! No way! I was just curious!”

Sunset laughed. “You’re way too easy to tease, Twi! I’m a 32 B. Wanna compare?” Sunset tugged her top up over her bra. It was teal lace. Except for the intricate lace pattern on the very front of the cups, it was translucent.

Twilight gasped and quickly turned her head.

Sunset broke down laughing. “Twilight! You’re way too shy! You’re adorable! Even Fluttershy was getting into Fuck, Marry, Kill by the end. Loosen up!”

“I- I’m loose! I just… wasn’t expecting that. I’m definitely not as shy as Fluttershy, it’s literally part of her name!”

Sunset laughed again, her shirt still pulled up over her bra. “Yeah, what’s up with that? Did her parents know that she would be shy? ...Do you think she wears thongs?”

“Haha, what? What kind of question is that? No way. She probably doesn’t even know what a thong is.”

“Really? I bet she does. I bet she has a wild side to her. Most shy girls like you and her do.”

“No. Way. And I am not as shy as Fluttershy! I’m... demure… that’s all.”

“Oh really? Demure, is it? Wanna bet on it then? Her panty drawer has to be one of those, right?” Sunset motioned towards the dresser.

“I - Well, yes, logically speaking it would stand to reason that one of those would be-”

“- Then let’s check! If she has even one thong, I win and… let’s see...” she put her finger to her chin as if thinking hard, “you have to go out and buy a thong!”

Twilight said animatedly: “We can’t just rifle through her drawers!” Then, more sheepishly, “Plus… maybe I already own a thong…”

“Well, in that case you would have to send me proof.”

“Proof?!”

“Mhm,” Sunset leaned over, close to Twilight, and put one hand on her thigh, slowly moving it up her smooth skin, pushing the leg of her shorts up higher, feeling her inner thigh. “You know, pictures?”

Twilight stood up so quickly and stiffly that any onlooker may have guessed that she’d just suffered a severe electric shock.

Sunset laughed and stood up too. “That’s the spirit!” She walked over to the dresser. “Let’s see, Fluttershy is too short for it to be the top two drawers but I bet she’s organized it to hold more than just panties, so she’d want easy access to it... “ she opened the third drawer from the top and smirked back at Twilight. “I can read you shy girls like a book.”

Fluttershy’s panty drawer was like a candy store. Everything was vibrant, colorful, cartoony and cutesy. As Sunset had predicted, it was neatly divided into three sections: the left half was in two parts with the top being socks and the bottom being panties, while the right side was all bras. Everything was folded with precision and symmetry. Sunset grabbed a pair from the panty section: lilac-colored bikini cut with little hummingbirds on the front. Sunset giggled at Fluttershy's overwhelming innocence.

“H-hey, wait,” said Twilight, “I haven’t agreed to anything yet! You didn’t even say what I would get if I won. Not that I’m even playing this game.”

“Hmm? What do you want?”

“I don’t know… Come on, are you sure we should be doing this?” Twilight glanced at the door nervously.

“Yeah, we’re all girls, aren’t we?” Sunset tossed the first pair to Twilight, who caught it with a little surprised squeak. “How about… I send you a picture of me in just my underwear every morning until you’ve seen my whole panty drawer? That way you’ll know what a mature woman’s panties look like!” She put a facetious emphasis on the word ‘mature’ and accented it with a little hair toss to mimic Rarity.

Twilight reddened. “W-well, I guess that would be sufficiently appropriate embarrassment… I mean… It would certainly make things even. I guess I’ll just have to win.”

“Mhm, sure you will.” Sunset tossed a pure-white lacey cheekster pair to Twilight. “Bleh, Fluttershy really wears this?” she said, pulling up the next pair: a strawberry pink hipster pair with the word ‘Love’ printed in cursive on the back.

There were a couple pairs of boyshorts, a few bikini cuts, some cheeksters, but the drawer was mostly regular hipsters. The amount of lace frills, colorful patterns, and little decorative bows made Sunset want to gag.

By the time they had gone through the panties, Twilight was holding a sizable pile of pastel fabric bundles that together vaguely resembled an enormous mountain of ice-cream scooped together by the world’s most spoiled child.

Twilight peeked over the pile into the drawer. All the panties were gone. She let out a sigh of relief. “Guess I win after all! Fluttershy is precisely the adorable angel we all know and love! How’s that for mature! Take that, Shimmer! Hah! I knew there was no way I could be more shy than Fluttershy! I’m invincible!” Twilight wobbled a little. The punch was slowly affecting her.

Sunset just rolled her eyes and put one hand on her hips.

“You finished? I told you already, I can read you shy girls like a book.” She reached into the sock part of the drawer and fished through the colorful little fluffy bundles. “Aha! I knew it!”

From the back-most corner of the drawer, buried underneath the socks, Sunset withdrew a small, white bundle of fabric. She unfolded it. The front was pure white cotton polka-dotted with little butterflies and trimmed with pastel green lace, but the crotch tapered into the unmistakable thin string of a thong, all held together by a thin elastic lace waistband.

Twilight’s jaw dropped. “Th-there’s no way! Fluttershy?” She looked back at the peacefully sleeping body of her shy friend.

Sunset leaned against the dresser, smiling smugly and twirling the thong around her forefinger. “Flutterbutt has a little wild animal in her after all! Guess that means you gotta go shopping, huh? I recommend Victoria’s Secret for the cute stuff, but I guess I didn’t say it had to be cute.”

Twilight’s face was cherry red, not least because she realized she wouldn’t be getting her victory prize now. She had been more excited to tease Sunset with those photos than she had realized and losing out on them was crushingling disappointing.

“You… you planted that! There’s no way Fluttershy would wear… that!” Twilight dove for the panties but Sunset easily held them up higher than Twilight could reach and pushed her head down to keep her far enough away that she had no chance of grabbing them.

Sunset laughingly said: “A bet’s a bet! Should we go for double or nothing? I bet Rarity has more thongs than your shy girl brain could comprehend!” She delighted in Twilight’s adorable frustration.

They kept bickering like a married couple, and playfully fighting over the thong until, eventually, they landed on Fluttershy’s bed. Somehow, by the time they had finished, Fluttershy, Twilight, and Sunset were all asleep in the same bed. Twilight’s head rested on Sunset’s chest and in Sunset’s hand was still Fluttershy’s scandalous thong.

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One morning a few days later, Sunset Shimmer would wake up and check her phone like she always did. Only instead of seeing her daily reminders and a few Facebook notifications like normal, she would see a banner notifying her of an incoming media message from her contact “Twi-Twi”. Upon opening siad message, her face would light up.

In the picture, Twilight was standing facing a mirror, with a very, very embarrassed look on her face. One hand held the phone with which she had taken the picture, while the other held her shirt up enough to expose everything below her bust. Her skirt was tugged down, resting at an angle at her knees. Her pelvis was adorned with tight black scanty panties decorated with little black bows and a little pink heart smack dab in the front middle.

Another picture would follow, this time with Twilight turned around and looking over her shoulder sheepishly to take the picture. Her nearly-bare ass hung out of the thong, perfectly pert and a little more full than Sunset would have expected.

Twilight followed the pics with a quick: “Here. Me wearing one of my old thongs. I guess we made a deal after all…Please Don’t share.”

Sunset would quickly reply with: “Veeeery cute! ;)))) I’ll have to check it out in person sometime! <3 By the way, I never said you had to show me proof of you wearing a thong. You could have just sent a picture of yourself holding it. Thanks anyway though, overachiever! ;) <3 ;)

She quickly sent a follow-up: “P.S. I can tell that’s brand new. Let’s try some on together next time, k? Luv ya! XOXOX :D”