Panty Logic

“Heyyyyyy girlsssss~~!” Sunset chortled. Flash realized that this entire time they had been trudging towards the source of the feminine voices that were warmly conversing. Passing a final corner in the hallway, he squinted into a well-lit living room where a bevvy of buxom familiars sat sassy and cross-legged on plush and embroidered furniture. “Look who's upppp~~!”

Six faces spun to face Flash Sentry. All beautiful. All familiar. All swooning. They stood up with one accord, and it's like a portion of the sun was blotted out from how collectively tall and majestic they all were. The room warmed up by at least two degrees as they exhaled with a chorus of mixed giggles, coos, chuckles, and maternal sighs.

“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!”

The room echoed, filling with rich feminine octaves.

“Flasssssssshie!” Pinkie Pie jumped in place, waving her arms like a cheerleader. “Wakey wakey, legs are shakey!”

“Well, howdy there, Lil' Missy!” Applejack tilted her hat.

“Heh...” Rainbow Dash folded her forearms with a smirk. “Get enough beauty sleep, princess?”

“Yeesh...” Twilight Sparkle adjusted her glasses. “Wish I could look that perfect when I got out of bed.”

“Oh gosh...” Fluttershy held a delicate hand to her gasping face. “That bruise! Did Mommy's little dolly have a fall?”

This time, Flash tried clenching his teeth shut tight. Instead, he melodically hissed it out, shedding a tear to christen the moment: “Mommy~~”

“Ohhhhh sweetie...” Sunset leaned in to snuggle the boi's wet face. “It's okay! I already told you: she's out shopping with her friends. But she'll be back, honey.” She leaned back with a wink. “But we're going to take care of you in the meantime, precious.”

“Oh yes!” Rarity cupped two elegant hands beside her starry eyes. The fashionista swept forward with a swish of her skirt, her gaze locked scrumptiously on the boi being carried in by Sunset. “Yes yes yes yes! Kisses! Kisses now!” She leaned in and pressed her painted lips warmly to Flash's cheek. “Mmmmmmwahhh!”

Flash squirmed breathlessly under the kiss, smelling Rarity's rich perfume and feeling his cheek moisten.

“Raressss!” Rainbow's voice cracked. She may have had the height of an amazon, but she still sounded like the raspy little athlete Flash remembered. “You're getting lipstick all over her face!”

“Mmmmm—I know it, darling~!” With a wink, Rarity leaned in and wiped Flash's scrunched face with a single expert finger. “But—if you ask me—blue looks wonderful on the little pixie.”

“Shhhh...” Twilight Sparkle waltzed in, brushing past Rarity with a light elbow. “Step aside.” She leaned in and kissed Flash's other cheek, pressing to him longer than the dress-maker did. “Mmmmmmwah!” She smiled, reaching in to pinch the same spot her lips had caressed. “There. Feeling any better, Flashie?”

“My turn! My turn!” Pinkie Pie skipped in place and—with two blurring hands—stole Flash from Sunset's grip. He dangled like a limp cat in her amazonian grip, and thus was helpless to resist when she leaned in multiple times to rub her nose with his. “Mmmmm! Heeheehee! Oh golly gosh gobstoppers, she's soooooo cuuuuuuuute!” She then kissed his nose multiple times, bright eyes shining. “Sweet as sugar! Yes you are! Yes you are!”

“Girls!” Fluttershy spoke in a stern breath, walking up while giving each of them the look. “How can we be so insensitive?” she huffed. “Don't you see that bruise? It's her leg that's hurt! Not her face—as pretty as it may be!”

“I'm... uhm...” Flash's voice was dry and raspy at this particular moment. His painted toes curled from where he hung in Pinkie Pie's grasp. “I-I'm not hurt. Honest—!”

“Nonsense! Pinkie, let me—” Fluttershy reached in and—with very little effort—scooped the young man from Pinkie's embrace. Using her amazonian strength, she lowered Flash until he stood—frail and trembling—atop a plush pink ottoman. Even with that “platform” beneath his tender feet, he still couldn't hope to scale above the woman's ample bust. Flash watched as his delicate friend folded her lengthy dress skirts underneath her so she could kneel before him. Finally, the two could look eye to eye, with Fluttershy's head a bit lower than his. She absorbed his gaze with a smile, straightening his legs with graceful fingers as she leaned in and pressed her soft lips gently to the red welt on his knee. “Mmmmmmmmwah.”

This was only the first—the first of many tender kisses. Flash endured multiple feather-soft brushes of Fluttershy's lips against his leg. If there was any pain to be had in the bruise, it swiftly vanished—replaced instead by a brand new redness. Not satisfied with just his knee, Fluttershy's lips traveled all over his leg, as if trying to chase any and all discomfort to the furthest fringes of reality. By the time the kisses trailed their way up his thigh, Flash was accosted by an ocean of goosebumps. His trembles intensified, and he felt the eyes of every woman in the room plastered on his figure—his tear-stained face, his pixie blue hair, his naked chest, his diamond hard nipples, and his very girlish, very sissy, very very lacy Tinkerbell panties.

A tiny infinitesimal point in the front-and-center of his vastly diminished manhood produced evidence of just how scared, how embarrassed... and how excited he was. Instinctively, his thighs pressed together... and he crossed both of his girlish hands in front of the briefs. He hoped nobody would notice.

Naturally, Fluttershy did. Right away.

“What's the matter, sweetie?” she asked. “Do you feel pain elsewhere?”

Flash whimpered. He shook his head.

“Are... are you upset with us?” Fluttershy cooed.

Flash's heart felt like shattering. He clenched his eyes shut and gripped his hands tighter together.

“Flashie...” Sunset Shimmer leaned over, and he felt her strong hand gripping his soft shoulder. “...lower your arms, sweetie.”

“Mmmm...” Flash hissed through chattering teeth. He couldn't do that. Not now. Not as he felt his wispy meagerness intensifying... needing... leaking...

“Be a good lil' girl, darlin',” Applejack said, her voice warm yet strong. “Do as yer babysitters tell ya.”

“Don't make us tell Mommmmmmmy~~” Pinkie Pie giggle-cooed.

As Flash felt Sunset's fingers squeezing him—a final warning—he finally relented. Fear. Joy. Numbness and buzzing. At last, his noodle arms fell limply at his side, the painted fingers curling up as he... stood there. In his panties. Throbbing.

“Oh...” Fluttershy curled a hand to her smiling face. “...m-my.”

“Wowie zowie! What amazing undies!” Pinkie Pie smiled at the others. “Even Tinkerbell's face is in 3D!”

Rainbow Dash was chuckling, eyebrow raised. “I'm pretty sure her face isn't meant to stretch like that.”

“Somebody's happpppy~” Sunset chuckled, kneeling and hugging Flash from behind. She kissed just below his ear as she gave the trembling boi a squeeze. “Somebody loves her panties~~!”

“Fascinating...” Twilight Sparkle leaned over, squinting through her glasses at his crotch as she scratched her chin. “...it's a bit more pronounced than I imagined.”

“Hah!” Rainbow laughed, pointing at Flash's lower half with a jabbing finger. “That dinky lil' thing?”

“Why, shucks...” Applejack folded her arms with a smirk. “Reckon I've plucked apple stems that are longer and thicker than what she's sportin'!”

“Heeheehee!” Pinkie giggled, leaning way down for a closer lock. “Speakin' of cherries on top!” Her surgar-sweet breath wafted across his tummy and navel. “I'd absolutely lose that thing in the middle of a sundae!” Just as she said this, the Tinkerbell print shifted, and a tiny bead of clear nectar formed through the shiny emerald material. “Ooooh!” She pointed at his unmistakable excitement. “Talk about whipped cream...!”

“Awwwwwwww...” Fluttershy cooed, leaning in beside Pinkie Pie. “...is that a happy tear? Or a sad tear?”

“Pffft...” Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “Maybe both.”

Another twitch. A second bead of pre bubbled delicately to the outer surface of the panties. Flash whimpered, and he hung his head in scarlet blushing shame. Tears leaked from his eyes as he sniffled and squeaked like the fragile little effigy he had magically become.

“Ohhhhhhhhh darling...” Rarity cooed, reaching down to tilt his head up. She forced his teary face to look up at her and the others. “...it's perfectly alright to cry. It suits a sissy princess such as yourself.” She winked, hiding the urge to laugh. “It's just that there's no conceivable way you could ever please a woman with that laughably tiny thing.”

Flash choked on a sob, the tears flowing even heavier now. Rarity's locking fingers kept him from hiding his weeping expression.

“Hmmmm-hee hee hee...” Rarity leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead. “But that's quite alright, dear. There's more than one way to make a lady happy. And you do make us so wonderfully happy, sweetie.” Another kiss to the forehead. “After all... you're just soooooooo adorable. Such a pretty princess dolly! Yes you are~!”

Flash sniffled, reaching up to wipe his tears with dainty wrists. Standing nearly naked with his fairy panties getting wetter and wetter in front of seven gawking, towering women, the young man didn't fight it this time as he hiccuped: “Mommmmmy~~”

“Awwwwwww... don't you fret, precious.” Sunset nuzzled him from behind. “She'll be back soon enough. We're all envious of her.” She turned his wet face around to smile at him. “You know that, right?”

“She's so lucky to have her own... ahem...” Rainbow leaned in, emphasizing her dialogue with a playful wink. “...dolly to play with n'jazz.”

Flash sniffled, his lips puffing beneath puppy dog eyes. “Mommy~?”

“Hee-hee-hee!” Pinkie Pie giggled, flopping back with a flounce of her curly pink hair. “I'll never get enough of thattt!”

“We really do wish we were her sometimes,” Twilight Sparkle said with a calm smile. “Why else would all seven of us volunteer to 'babysit' for her little princess?”

Flash swallowed the lump down his throat, feeling his tears drying almost as quickly as they formed. He looked at the gorgeous giantesses all crowding around him, and—beyond the impenetrable fuzzy wall of triggers—he found himself wondering... questioning... pleading...

Just who?

Who was 'Mommy?'

All of these women in his life—friends whom he had been blessed to know since high school—were gorgeous Aphrodites in their own right. Each of them. And while Flash had long lost hope of ever bonding with them enough past college to even entertain the fact, he would very... very happily accept a date invite from each and every one of them at the drop of the hat. But to choose one from the lot? Or one from beyond?

Who? Who could possibly be this dreamily-worshipped 'Mommy'...?

One whom he nebulously pined for... called for...

Someone without name or form, and yet—so much as even attempting to ponder the mere existence of her, he felt a wobble to his knees and a joyous stirring to his loins, beneath all the wetness and Tinkerbell...

“Besides...” Fluttershy suddenly scooped the gasping boi into a cradling gasp. “Who could possibly resist spending time with such an adorable little angel?” She rubbed cheeks with him. “Who's a pretty sissy princess? Hmmm?” She kissed his fluttering eyelids, making him blush. “Who's a pretty pretty pink pixie princess?” Fluttershy showered his face with more kisses, giggling. Her breath carrying the scents of vanilla and flowers. “Yes you are! Yes you are!”

Melodic giggles lit the air, and it was only until a few breathless seconds had passed that Flash realized they were coming from him. He curled up in Fluttershy's gasp, feeling the redness that had spread through his tender features collecting in the center of his being—with toasty warmth—enveloping the core of his rapidly-beating heart. He stifled a whimper, feeling another twitch to his sissyhood, rubbing delicately against its silky Tinkerbell sanctum.

“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!” the room collectively cooed in a feminine chorus.

He sniffled again—the scant tears producing this time marked with intangible joy and contentment. He found his painted fingers clutching to Fluttershy, as he finally gave into one of the Amazons' embrace.

And—just like that—he felt his gasping self pulled away... this time into Rarity's arms.

“Ladies. What are we doing?” The floor zoomed away as the fashionista carried him upwards with strength Flash never expected her to have. “Letting poor widdle Flashie Washie prance around in just panties like a common trollop?!” She upturned her powder-white nose. “Hmmf! Undignified of a pretty princess—sissy or otherwise!” She marched towards the adjoining room. “Thankfully, I have the perfect outfit!”

“Awww horseshoes, Rares...” Applejack groaned. “Dun tell me you fashioned the little darlin' another one of yer fancy dresses?”

“But of course I did!” Rarity called back while bridal carrying Flash towards delicious doom. “I mean—I did think of borrowing some of Sweetie Belle's old hand-me-downs for the occasion, but they'd be too large for her! Besides, they're hardly befitting the tone of this most intimate occasion! No no no...” She planted two kisses on Flash's forehead, leaving the lipstick stains there this time. “...a true princess must be fitted perfectly for when Mommy comes home!”

“Yaaaaaay~~!” Fluttershy rose up, clutching her skirt so she could quickly follow the fashionista. “Let me help! Let me help, please?”

“Me too,” Twilight said, following suit.

“Me three!” Pinkie Pie hopped after the other ladies. “Wee-hee-hee!”

Flash heard Sunset speaking to Applejack and Rainbow Dash. “Ladies?”

“Hahahah...!” Rainbow's voice cracked as her and Applejack's footsteps followed along with Sunset. “Now this I gotta see!”

What transpired for Flash next was a blur. A very happy, pink, floral-scented blur.