After the meat incident, you decided to explain a bit more about things like that so poor 'Shy wasn't taken by surprise. One day, a particularly nasty conversation came up. You REALLY didn't want to have this conversation...
"Why do humans wear clothes all the time?" Fluttershy asked curiously over breakfast. She had Angel in her lap, and you were sitting to her right.
"Well.. Ah.." you started nervously, "C-certain parts of the body are linked to sexual activity and shouldn't be shown unless it's with someone you're intimate with..."
She nodded. "What parts?" she asked softly. Oh man, ohmanohmanohman!!
"So... The chest and waist areas..." you mumble, looking down at your pancakes. Sure, she may not be asking much, but this was still pretty awkward... You sighed quietly and ran a hand through your hair. "Males don't have to cover their chest, when they're doing activities like swimming or something of the sort."
The girl nodded slowly. "I... See..." She says thoughtfully, twirling a strand of her long, pink hair. The past few days, it had been decided that the nights on the couch would alternate. Last night, it had been her turn on the sofa, and she still had he blanket draped cutely over her lap. She got cold easily; she always appeared to be asking for a jacket.
"Hey, Fluttershy?" You ask thoughtfully. "We really need to go buy you some clothes..." She would alternate between the clothes she arrived in, and a pair a neighbour had kindly lent her.
That leads you to now... Searching in the store for woman's clothes, while attempting to make it obvious this. Is. Not. Your. Girl. Friend! Females would laugh and point at the "cute couple," an males you guffaw at a guy like you actually getting a girlfriend who's so good-looking.
"How about these?" You suggests. You had checked the size on her clothes before you left, and were now helping her find a pair of jeans, and three pairs of shorts, along with a few shirts and a set of shoes. You held up plain shorts, jean short. After this, all that was left was a pair of shoes. You weren't the richest man, but you could afford to buy your.. House guest? clothing. Suddenly, you hear some taunting laughs behind you.
You turn around to see... Oh, great... Just fan-fucking-tastic. The men from the restaurant, back for revenge.