Friends *DO* Let Friends Do Fembois

Five reclining ladies sat up, heads turning. Just as before—if not more so—they cooed and giggled and cheered with feminine glee.

Flash Sentry winced. Each wobbling step he took in the heels felt like pins and needles were being rocketed up his insteps and into his femurs. His thighs, his groin, his butt cheeks, his everything were all so unbelievably clenched, as if the fragile dam in the fluffy heart of the pastel flower might burst at any moment and someone would have to toss Tinks a life preserver. And yet, all of that discomfort was worth it—one might even say enjoyable—if it meant prolonging the smiles and giggles wafting off the faces of his longtime lady friends.

Sunset, with no small ounce of pride, led him delicately by the gloved hand into the center of the room... … ...where he all-but-collapsed into the first hug that caught him. Fluttershy's.

“O-oh!” the woman gasped, holding Flash close and dear to her heaving bosom. “Oh! Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!” Caught between a giggle and a sob, she repositioned Flash (and his petticoats) so that she could more easily cradle and cuddle the young man, digging her happy face into his neck and puffy shoulders and coming very close to hysterics. “She's too much! She's just... too pink and too adorable and too cute and too much! Oh Rarity!” She kissed his face and ear and chin and neck. “I want one, Rarity! Oh goodness I want one of my ownnnnn!”

“Uh uh uh uh—!” Rarity rushed in, gently prying Fluttershy and her smother-victim lightly apart. “Now now, darling, I spent the better part of an hour prettying her up!” She waved a naughty finger, nevertheless smirking. “I shan't let you ruin my hard work before Mommy comes home~~!”

“Awwwwwwww Rares!” Pinkie pouted, hopping up and down in her seat. “Can't we just cuddle with her a little? Can weeeeee? She's just too adorasexy not to hug and kiss!”

“They won't last the evening if they don't, Rarity,” Sunset said with her hands on her hips. “You know that.”

“Hrmmmff...” Rarity rolled her eyes. “Fine.” Another finger wave. “But easy on the face and makeup! That's the most delicate part!”

“Well, how about it, Fluttershy?” Rainbow Dash rasped. “You already had your fill.”

Fluttershy let loose a long, soft, musical-but-melancholic sigh. “I knowwwww...” She pouted, resting Flash in her lap so she could gaze at him one last time. She reached up to straighten his tiara and caress his feather-soft blue bangs. “...such an adorable, fragile dolly.”

Flash's breath sucked in. He clutched the purse to the poofy chest of the dress. “Mommy~~.”

“Heeheehee... not this time.” Fluttershy winked, then passed Flash over to Pinkie Pie like he was a puppy. “Here you go, Pinkie—”

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~~!” Pinkie plopped Flash down into her amazonian lap. His petticoats took several seconds to settle, and she kindly took note. “Heeheehee!” Gently grasping him beneath his arms, she raised him up and down in fragrant little hops. “Bouncy~~! Bouncy~~! Baby go bouncy~~!”

Flash giggled, blushing as he cupped a gloved hand to his rosy cheek.

“Hmmmmm...” Pinkie leaned forward and rubbed her nose against his. She took a moment to inhale the drenched cornucopia of girlish scents practically staining him and his outfits. The party planner shuddered, her features reddening as her voice and breath took on a delicate stiffness. “Are you having fun, Fwoofy-Fwoof?”

He nodded, leaning into her fluffy hug. “I am, Pinkie Pie~”

“Mmmm-hee-hee-hee...” She turned to wink at us. “Well at least someone is.”

Flash did a double-take. His pretty eyes curious scoured the walls of the room—

“Here ya go, Dashie!” Flash plopped him on the lap of the giantess sitting on the large sofa next to her. “I'm... uhm...” She hopped up, sweating and squirming suddenly. “...gonna go use the big girls' room.” And she rushed out in a pink blur.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” Rainbow Dash fussed and struggled to straighten Flash's petticoats—ultimately giving up and just ... letting him lie back in an ocean of mangled crinoline. She stared long and hard into his rosy, glittery face. “... … ...goddess you're a sissy.”

Flash gulped. “You're... b-big.”

“Born yesterday too? Pffft. Sunset shoulda died your hair blonde.” That said, she ran a hand across the edge of his bangs, not toying so much as to elicit a complaint from Rarity, who was hovering over the scene at all times. “Yeesh...” Rainbow snickered, digging a hand deep... deep into that flowery mess of petticoats mooshed like a pastel flowerbed between them. “...overdoing it a bit, Rares?”

“If you ask me, darling, not enough for a princess such as she!”

“Yeah yeah. Glam and all that. Like a true Valentine's Day Massacre, right here.” Rainbow's voice turned raspier. Flash noticed a flushed redness—much like Pinkie's—running from the bridge of Rainbow's nose to her upper lip. He was so affixed to this that he scarcely noticed—much less felt—Rainbow's athletic fingers snaking their way through the crinoline sea... … ...until she made contact with his pantied posterior. The boi gasped—and in response, Rainbow ran her palm back and forth across the multiple lace ruffles before giving his fanny a firm squeeze. “Hmmmm...” She leaned in, kissed his ear, kissed his ear again, then breathed hotly: “Dang, that's hawt.”

Flash could scarcely whimper—

“Ya done, sugarcube?”

“Uhhh... yeah!” Rainbow yanked her hand straight out of the petticoats like she was finished drilling for oil. Sitting up and straight, she passed the boi along like the intoxicating joint he had become, before leaning back against the sofa with casual swagger. “Ehhhhh... weak as a wet paper napkin in the rain. Quite frankly, I don't see what 'Mommy' or any of her friends see in the lil' minx.”

“That's cuz ya ain't got heart for small and precious thangs.” Applejack laid Flash down in her arms, cradling him so that his face was closer to her freckles. She immediately melted into a loving smile. “Howdy there, gorgeous.”

Flash dryly gulped. “H-hi there, Applejack.”

“So... uh...” She caressed his cheek, then blinked at her own reflection in his tiara. “...you enjoyin' the change? In you? In all of us?”

“Uhm... yes. Very much so.” His glossy lips pursed. “Do... do you remember how and why everything chan—?”

“Awwwww shucks, I can't flippin' hold back no more!” Applejack heaved Flash's face up to her lips and smooooooooooched him all over.

“Applejack!” Rarity hissed. Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash laughed, slapping her knee while keeling over.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmwahhhh!” Applejack leaned back, licking the sugary lip gloss now plastered to her own lips. Flash's face was a smeared mess now, but she gazed at him hungrily all the same. “Land's sakes, I just wanna gobble you up forever!”

“You will do no such thing!” Rarity rushed over, leaning in. Her white face paled even more. “Good gracious! Now look what you done! I'll have to do the poor doll's face all over again—!”

“Mommy~~”

“Shucks—whenever she says that I just wanna fall a tree!” Applejack went in once again for the kill.

“Uh uhhhh!” Rarity tried holding her back. “Her face! Her faaaace!”

“A-a-ahem...” Twilight suddenly interjected. From where she stood, she leaned over and scooped Flash up into her arms. “Before you do. First thing's first.”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Is there nothing sacred?! Fine!!” She waved a dainty wrist. “Kidnap the princess, you foul dragon, you!”

“I left the fiery breath back at home. Don't worry.” Twilight smirked wryly, bridal carrying Flash and gazing into his gussied face. “Whelp...” Freeing one hand, she took her glasses off and rested them into the neckline of her shirt. “...entropy and all that.” Holding her breath, she leaned in and offensively frenched Flash, summoning a muffled squeak from him as his tongue fought a losing battle against the bookworm's, his petite body electrified—so that his petticoats shook and swished between them.

Applejack and Rainbow Dash fanned themselves during the entire duration of the kiss. Rarity rolled her eyes while Fluttershy held a hand over her blushing mouth. There was the sound of a toilet flushing in the distance; Pinkie Pie bounced back in, looking relieved and a little sweaty.

“Hiya, girls, what did I miss—HOLY SH—!!” Sunset clamped her hand over Pinkie's gaping mouth.

“Shhhh!” Sunset insisted, smiling saucily at the still ongoing kiss. “Princesses are present.”

Pinkie nodded into Sunset's palm. “Nf ffffggngg gfffddnggg!”

At last, Twilight was done devouring Flash. She gently leaned over, seated him on the edge of a plush ottoman, and smoothed out his skirt and petticoats. Standing straight up, she placed her glasses back on, fixed her frazzled hair, and smiled with her hands on her hips.

“Schrodinger, what I wouldn't give for Timber to buy me a toy that works that well.”

“I'll keep that in mind for your anniversary,” Rarity muttered, then squatted down before Flash. She tsk'd tsk'd at his smeared makeup, then spoke. “Flash, sweetie, your purse... remember?”

“Huh...?” Flash blinked blearily, then awoke to the moment. “Oh...!” He reached delicately for his pink bag, unraveling the strap from his poofy shoulder. His gloved fingers fumbled and fumbled with the clasp.

“Allow me...” Rarity said, smiling. Reaching forward with lady-like grace and effortlessly unclasped the purse in one motion. “You must be able to fix yourself at any and all times. Such is the constant vigilance that true beauty demands.”

Flash watched as she reached into his purse and pulled out a compact, lip gloss, and a tissue. Per her instructions he stood straight and attentive on the ottoman. As Rarity fixed his face—removing the smears and offset shadow before reapplying—he stole a glance inside the purse and noticed several oval-shaped packages. Flash's eyebrow raised, nearly throwing Rarity off her rhythm. The young man thought back to youthful days of sharing a bathroom with his older sister, and the trace images came together.

“Uhm... Rarity?” He gulped, eyes darting towards the purse. “What... are those for?”

“Hahahahah—that you would ask such a silly thing, darling!” Rarity winked, putting on the finishing finishing touches to his lips and eyelashes once again. “Well, sissy or not, you're still a lady, my dear, and you can't expect Tinkerbell to catch everything.”

Flash insides locked up—hot and heavy—with mixed anticipation and dread.

“Oh blast,” Rarity cursed, leaning her chin on her hand as she squinted at her masterpiece. “Did I apply too much rouge?”

“Actually, Rarity...” Sunset leaned in. “I just think she's blushing.”

“Unf!” Rarity pouted, arms folded. “Flashie, princess, stop being such an insufferably sensitive pansy!”

Flash bit his lip, fighting tears. “I... I-I can't help it...”

All seven women laughed. Fluttershy made a kamikaze dive to scoop him up in another hug, but Sunset and Twilight played defense.