Chapter Five: Think I Need a Devil to Help Me Get Things Right
Sun peeked through the thin curtains of Fluttershy’s dorm room illuminating idle dust specks. Fluttershy groaned and shifted in her sleep, lost in one of her favorite dreams. Unfortunately her serenity was about to come to an abrupt end.
There was a faint scratching at her door, a squeak of the floor boards, and then a shout.
“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!” Pinkie Pie pounced on Fluttershy’s sleeping form, the cheap bedsprings of the dorm bed protested with an almighty squeak.
Fluttershy’s eyes widened in horror as her mind attempted in vain to comprehend what was happening. For her part, Pinkie simply grinned and continued to bounce on the bed.
“Oooo I like your room!” Pinkie said as she flopped down next to Fluttershy, who had wrapped herself tightly in her blanket. “How come you got a single? I thought freshman never got single rooms.”
“A-… anxiety….” Flutterhsy managed to choke out.
“Oh I get it, it’s a mental thing yeah? I should have thought of that, people always tell me I’m not right in the head, but I could never leave Twi and AJ and the bigger room is better for parties.”
Fluttershy felt here wits slowly returning. “P- Pinkie…. My door was locked…”
“I picked the lock, silly.” Pinkie jumped off the bed and made her way over to Fluttershy’s closet, “Hmmm… no, nope, no…”
“So…um… why did you break into my room?” Fluttershy asked still trying to hide herself beneath her covers.
“So we could get an early start. I told you I’d help you with your little RD problem, so I’m going to make sure she spends all of tonight drooling over you. Step one: no more loose sweaters.” She held up one of the offending articles of clothing. “You got it, so I am going to get you to flaunt it!”
Fluttershy blushed, briefly recalling Dash’s reaction to seeing her in her pajamas. “…You think it’ll work?”
“Duh, she already checks you out like all the time,” Pinkie said with a wink. “Hell, I check you out! You got it going on. So, new wardrobe, which means Rarity is stop number one.”
“RD’s roommate?” Fluttershy’s confusion was apparent in her tone.
“Oh she’s like a fashion genius, you didn’t know? Yeah all those awesome clothes she wears, she makes them, so we can
have her whip something up for you.”
“Oh okay…um Pinkie?”
“Yes oh pink-haired one?”
“Can um… can you leave while I get dressed?”
“Do I have to?” Pinkie giggled “Just kidding. Well a little bit. I’ll meet you in the hall.”
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“So…um… RD isn’t gonna be in there is she?” Fluttershy paused outside the door.
“Course she isn’t, I made sure that Twilight is distracting her, apparently they both are like huge fans of this adventure-y book series. Who knew, right?”
“Oh, Twilight likes Daring Do? RD was crazy about those books back in middle school.”
“Uh huh, so while they gab and trade fanfics or whatever it is they are apt to do, we will get you something slinky for tonight.” Pinkie threw open the door and the pair were treated to the whining drone of Rarity’s sewing machine.
Pinkie took a breath in preparation for the mighty verbal torrent she was about to unleash. “Hey-Rares-can-you-do-me-and-Fluttershy-like-a super-huge-favor-and-I will totally-owe-you-forever-see-we-need-to-get-her-something-sexy-to-wear-and-we-need-it-ready-super-soon-like-next-couple-hours-soon-please-please-please-please-please!”
Rarity’s sewing machine cut out and the room was filled with a pensive silence. Rarity looked up at her two friends, blinked and replied “What?”
Pinkie Pie facepalmed, while Fluttershy cautiously stepped forward, “Um… What Pinkie was asking…was if you could make me something to wear tonight… if that’s okay…”
“Hmmm…” Rarity crossed the room and gave Fluttershy and appraising look. “You know I think you might be a fabulous model for one of my creations. Let me get my tape, I’ll need your measurements darling.”
It was then that Pinkie Pie chimed in. “She doesn’t need anything frilly or puffy, we just need something tight enough to show off her curves.”
Fluttershy blushed as Rarity began to take her measurements. “… I don’t know…”
“Don’t worry darling, I’m sure I can throw together something that just screams ‘you’.” Rarity continues with her measurements, jotting them down in a little notebook as she went.
Pinkie Pie was getting antsy. How slow and meticulous did the fashionista have to be? This had turned from exciting into waiting, and Pinkie Pie hated waiting. “Soooooo how long is this going to take?”
Rarity waved her hand airily as she continued her work, “The more precise I am now the quicker this will go during construction. So Fluttershy, we’ve heard what Pinkie wants you to wear, what were you thinking?”
“Oh…I don’t know, I normally just wear sweaters… I suppose I like how the sleeves cover my hands… it’s comfy…” Fluttershy fidgeted with her overlong sleeves as she spoke.
“Uh huh…” Rarity looked her over again. “Well I can’t say I had ever seen merit in ill-fitting clothing before, I suppose I could design something to mimic the effect …” The room once again grew silent.
Pinkie sighed. More waiting. This could not stand.
“Lightbulb!” Pinkie crept over to Fluttershy, an idea of how to pass the time had presented appeared in a flash of inspiration. “Hey Fluttershy, got any sexy fantasies?” Pinkie whispered to her companion with a mischievous smile.
Fluttershy squeaked. Rarity rolled her eyes as she finished up her measurements and proceeded to start sketching in her notebook.
“I…uh…well…um…” Fluttershy stammered.
“Ah come on, you can tell dear old Pinkie Pie”
Fluttershy felt her face burn, but felt strangely compelled to say something. She had never had anyone to share these things with. The idea of sharing her fantasies with just anyone would have been insanely terrifying, but the idea of sharing them with Pinkie was strangely comforting.
“Uh… there is this one…” Fluttershy leaned forward and whispered something in Pinkie’s ear.
Pinkie grinned. “Oooo kinky.”
Fluttershy didn’t know if her face could possibly get any redder, but she let out a little giggle all the same.
Meanwhile, Rarity continued sketching in her notebook, every now and then looking up at Fluttershy and pausing in thought. After several failed attempts, as indicated by the piles of balled up paper on the floor, Rarity finally presented her finished product to Fluttershy and Pinkie.
The two eyed the design. The finished product was remarkable, it was a sweater not unlike those she normally wore, but instead of hanging off her frame like an oversized second skin this one would hug her curves. Rather than the high neckline Fluttershy had grown accustomed to, this top had a low scooped neckline top that would allow for an ample amount of cleavage as well as expose her shoulders. And as her coup de grace, Rarity had made sure to incorporate the long sleeves that were such a comfort to the timid girl.
“Va va voom!” Pinkie exclaimed.
“It’s…amazing,” Fluttershy pronounced at last.
“Thank you, dear, I try,” Rarity gave her a kind smile. “Be sure to wear a camisole under it, the fabric will be a bit thin.”
“Thank you so much Rarity, if there is anything you ever need… Thank you…” Fluttershy averted her eyes, unable to cope with Rarity’s generosity.
“It’s nothing dear,” Rarity said with a warm smile. “Just doing what I love. Swing by later, I’ll be sure to have it ready before the get together.”
“Oh and one more thing,” Pinkie leaned in and whispered something in Rarity’s ear.
“Hmmm, I’ll see what I can do...”
Fluttershy gave Pinkie a confused look, but Pinkie roughly ushered the timid girl from the room.
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RD was having a good day. At Pinkie Pie’s suggestion she had spent the morning chilling with Twilight, who turned out to be as big of a “Daring Do” fan as RD herself. They had chatted all morning about favorite books, characters and theories on what the next plot twist might hold. Twilight even revealed herself to be an avid consumer of “Daring Do” fanfics , and although RD stuck to the cannon she admired her friend’s dedication to the fandom.
Around lunch she had met up with Fluttershy and Pinkie who had apparently spent the morning together, she had chuckled to herself at the image of her shy friend hanging with the petite bundle of energy. This was followed by an absolutely delightful nap, and in her dreams she found herself in a delightful rendezvous with a curvy pink-haired goddess.
By the time she awoke the sun had already set. She pulled on a her tank top, her cleanest pair of jeans, and her trusty jacket
“Party Time.” She said excitedly to herself.
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Fluttershy admired herself in her mirror. ‘Dear god… I look…hot’
She giggled to herself, blushing at her own reflection. The new top fit absolutely positively perfectly. Fluttershy made a mental note to thank Rarity profusely later tonight.
She left her room and made her way over to Pinkie’s. Standing on the other side of the door to the triple she could already hear the buzz of conversation. She pushed the door open and stepped into her friends’ room.
Rarity sat on Applejack’s bed sipping something pink in a martini glass. Pinkie Pie sat on the futon, pouring herself her own pink martini. Applejack herself was leaning against the doorway to the balcony sipping a beer and talking with Twilight, who for her part was drinking something out of an aluminum water bottle and supplying the occasional tipsy titter.
The door closed audibly behind Fluttershy, bringing the room’s attention to rest firmly on her.
“I see that the top turned out wonderfully,” Rarity said with a warm smile.
“Oh yes, thank you so much Rarity,” Fluttershy bounced over and gave the fashionista a hug.
“Well that there answers my question,” Applejacks voice interjected from across the room. “I couldn’t fer the life of me figure out where you could buy somethin’ like that.”
“Of course, Applejack. If it could be mistaken for an off the rack affair I’d, how would you put it, hang up my spurs?”
Applejack shot a grin Rarity’s way and chuckled, “Eeyup, that’ll do.”
“Hey guys, why’s everyone staring at Fluttershy?” The final member of their company was standing in the doorway.
Pinkie sniggered. “Oh you’ll see.”
Fluttershy’s feet suddenly seemed to be made of lead. ‘It’s okay…you can do this… you want her to see you, you don’t need to hide under the frumpy clothes… not from her…’ She gritted her teeth, and turned around.
Fluttershy couldn’t quite lift her eyes to Rainbow’s face. “H-hi Dashie… do you like it?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Woah…” RD’s eyes were open wide; her jaw might as well have been on the floor. “Um…yeah…that’s… you look pretty Flutters.”
Fluttershy gave her a kind smile, feeling warm and fuzzy from the compliment. “Thank you, Dashie.”
Fluttershy could have sworn she heard Pinkie say something like: “So it begins…”