Cause she bea.
There's just something so... Alluring about her. Something that always catches my eye, and makes my heart quicken... Something that fogs my thoughts and clouds my brain, forcing me under it's spell...
Tits. Yea, definitely the tits.
She's not. Genuine Fluttershy is the best, fuck this humonized shit.
Have a compromise
Careful anon, the real mods don't take kindly to impersonators.
it's true that she is perfect pony though
>tfw I'm not
>tfw it wasn't meant to be
Good thing she isn't real.
of all the fucking times, my mouse had to break now...have to stop and fix it
>"Alright, does everyone have a partner?"
>Today was the beginning of buddy week in your physical health class, and as usual with any partner work, you didn't really pick a buddy.
>Anyone you did like always picked someone else.
>And everyone else got on your nerves.
>You raised your hand to indicate that you didn't have a partner yet.
>To your surprise, Fluttershy was the only other person who raised her hand.
>It wasn't everyday you get to have a whole week of one on one work with a pretty girl
>Plus, Fluttershy was always really sweet, to anyone she met.
>So she won't blow you off all the time and text constantly, Even when you stop trying to make a good impression and get the work done, like most of the girls you unfortunately get paired with.
>"Anonymous, Fluttershy, you two are buddies for the week, come get today's worksheet."
>You looked over at Fluttershy and smiled.
"I'll get the worksheets."
>You grab the worksheets and head over to where Fluttershy was standing.
>"So...Umm...Anon...what do we have to do?"
>You looked over the worksheet and then looked up at Fluttershy.
"Seems pretty simple...it's just a week of exercises and whatnot...oh..here's your sheet."
>She looked over the paper.
>"Well...Umm...I guess let's start."
>First on the list was 3 sets of 15 situps.
>You got down on the floor while Fluttershy held your feet, and started your situps
>You hadn't thought about it, but when you sat all the way up your face met with Fluttershy's cleavage.
>As you did your situps you attempted to avoid looking or thinking about it.
because that's rude.
>Two because you didn't want to get hard in your gym shorts and embarrass yourself in front of her.
>You ended up looking at her face the whole time.
>Which was also a nice sight.
>Once you had finished your situps you stood up.
"Alright, your turn."
>Fluttershy became bashful and hesitant when her time came.
>You figured it out almost as soon as you asked.
>She was wearing a skirt.
>Must've forgot gym clothes today.
"Oh...uhh...I won't look, I promise! ...And I'll hold your skirt too so it doesn't fall down."
>She seemed nervous about it, but she decided to trust you.
>She got down on the floor, and you put your knees on her feet and held her skirt down.
>You did however catch a glimpse of her frilly white panties.
>She started to do her situps, and all the while her breasts jiggled.
>You occasionally glanced at her heaving chest, trying to be discreet.
>Once she was done, she stood up.