-mini story- Fluttershy Eyes on Shyness by Colonist!- *1 week ago.* Fluttershy: Would he even like this outfit? This would be the first time I’d be going at it without any input from Rarity! I guess that’s what happens when she’s one of the competition. *Fluttershy stands in front of mirror on her dresser. She’s deep in thought over a certain somebody in her immediate group of friends. Nobody made an official declaration of an outright claim on this guy, but she found herself soon pursuing a thought experiment a little farther than she normally would.* Fluttershy: Rarity would obviously be the girl with the superior fashion. She has the advantage of first impressions. Applejack and Rainbow have the athleticism advantage, Twilight has the brains, Sunset’s the whole package… *Package…package. Fluttershy looks at herself from head to toe. Maybe her advantage would lie under the wrappings of that “package.”* Fluttershy: H-huh!? *Fluttershy found herself momentarily startled when she looked back in the mirror. Why was her blouse and sweater on the floor?* Fluttershy: Talk about being so deep in thought that you start doing what you’re thinking without thinking about it! Hehe, that sounds like something Pinkie would say. *A voice in her head tells her to go a little further. If not to take stock of her physical assets then definitely to work out the best order of stripping that would gain his attention…* You: Was that you with the top K/D ratio last night!? Fluttershy: Eeep! Eeek! *Double surprise! Fluttershy had been musing about in front of the mirror so aimlessly that she never bothered to shut the door to her room, and there he was! What was he doing here so suddenly, and why did he have to make an appearance right when she unclasped her bra!? Said bra falls to the floor, punctuating the second squeak that escapes her mouth.* You: Umm! Uhh! Nice…guns? *Fluttershy was about to grasp over her chest to cover up when something gave her a reason to pause…and not fully cover up as she began to think. Something about him seems to be…off.* You: Whoa ho ho! Having second thoughts about being embarrassed?? *That did it. It wasn’t him.* Fluttershy: Doppelgänger! *The man across from her responds with a brief look of surprise before it morphs into one with more mischievous undertones.* Doppy: Doppy’s just fine, my dear! I got to ask you though: what gave it away? *Fluttershy maintains a look of contempt at her friend’s doppelgänger.* Fluttershy: I always get the impression of warmth and friendliness whenever I look at his face. *Doppy reaches out with one arm and clutches his chest with the other in mocked pain.* Doppy: *gasp* I’m hurt! Are you, the “kind” one out of your group, implying that I’m not a friendly man? Fluttershy: Your hair casts this ominous shadow over your eyes. *Doppy looks up and immediately frowns. He shakes his head to change the pattern of “shadow” over his eyes.* Doppy: (thinking) Damn it, and I actually went through the effort to gel my hair to not cast that shadow! Hehe, maybe it’s got an evil mind of its own. Fluttershy: The grin of yours is unmistakably malicious-looking. Doppy: Thank you! Fluttershy: And your second line of dialogue is something he’d never say to me in this situation. Doppy: Hmm…fair. That’s fair. How would you know that he’s not already saying that in his thoughts though? *Fluttershy’s look of contempt leaves her and is immediately replaced with one that places her at a loss of that possibility.* Fluttershy: What do you mean? Doppy: It’s obviously male. Male sees boobs, male thinks awesome! *Fluttershy looks down at her exposed boobs. No point in covering them up given how long they’ve been out.* Fluttershy: Well then, he can’t help it if he did! That was a generalization, and you don’t know that he’d be gentleman enough to catch himself. Doppy: Oh, but I do! I’m essentially him, remember? Fluttershy: Two separate people… Doppy: Well, yes. Think of it as a common ancestor, right? A brain gets cloned into two bodies, and those two bodies go on in two separate directions, yeah? Fluttershy: … Doppy: Heh, I probably could have used a better metaphor. Oh well. Fluttershy: You turned evil while he stayed nice. Doppy: Nah, nah! You got it all wrong: I’m him if he had just grown up to be more fun! Fluttershy: By amassing a collection of girls at Crystal Prep through various cunning means!? Doppy: Quite a collection, huh? But hasn’t he done just that with the lot of you girls? Fluttershy: That’s…different. He’s nice about it… *The question gives Fluttershy reason to pause. She and her friends seem to be evenly divided up among him, and he’s shown no preference for one over the other. Was she really just a piece of this implied harem that Doppy was talking about?* Doppy: You’re staring off into nowhere again. Fluttershy: … Doppy: *sigh* So you’re doubting yourself in how my other self views you out of the whole group…let me have a go at it then! Fl uttershy: H-huh? What? Doppy: Come on, let’s see the rest of those goods, baby! Fluttershy: W-what, no! *Fluttershy covers up, but Doppy grins and shakes his head.* Doppy: Already saw them. Too late. Besides, how’s the rest of you more shocking than that? *Fluttershy couldn’t believe his audacity, but then she remembered who she was talking to. She sighed, and moments later the rest of her clothes had joined the top and brad on the floor.* Doppy: Nice package - the whole package. Cool, cool. Fluttershy: He’s the only other person who’s seen me like this, and that was accidental.?Doppy: Still could be. He and I are essentially one person right? Fluttershy: H-huh? I’m confused. Didn’t you talk about common ancestor and - Doppy: You didn’t seem to complain when I saw you eat that meat substitute burger that - Fluttershy: That was different! Doppy: Yeah? Could you say the same about his hands and mine? *gasp* You haven’t gone that far yet, have you? Maybe you’re afraid that there really is a difference…and that I’m better! Fluttershy: No! Well, sort of, but that was accidental! And I’m…not…afraid… Doppy: Then it’s settled! Fluttershy: Eeep! *She’s caught off guard by his cold hands as they latch on to her chest puppies. The shock was almost enough to make her protest more, but the way he moves his hands along her flesh made her think otherwise.* Fluttershy: (thinking) How did he get to be so skilled? Maybe it’s from all those girls from Crystal Prep. Oh goodness, this Doppy knows how to do this! His other half would probably have spent too much time squeezing the nipples and not enough on - Doppy: Uh, boob sweat. Fluttershy: Huh? Doppy: You’re sweating. You’ve got sweat on your underboobs. Fluttershy: W-what? *Doppy lets go and tosses a nearby towel at the speechless girl who barely catches it in time.* Doppy: No need to say anything, my dear! Your reaction told me everything I need to know about how badly he’d mess up a simple fondling. Thanks for the feel, sugar tits! Fluttershy: Hey! ?Doppy: Hey, you’ll thank me later. You did me a solid by standing there and taking it, and so I’ll do you a solid down the line. Fluttershy: Favor? What kind of favor? Doppy: Something just tells me that you…he’s going to need my help in an upcoming battle. Fluttershy: You’re not talking about games, are you? Doppy: We’ll see. Just know that he won’t be able to win any of it without my help! Fluttershy: That’s awfully arrogant. Doppy: That’s why you love me! Oh wait, I usually use that line on the Crystal Prep girls… *Fluttershy turns around, presumably to head into the shower to wash off the sweat, when she’s surprised by a solid smack on her ass.* Fluttershy: Eeep! Doppy: And a sweet ass too! You know, if you hit it at the right angle with the right amount of hand surface, then the spanker wouldn’t even feel a thing! Why do I get the feeling that he’d mess that up too? Fluttershy: Doppy!