Having somepony beside you every morning wasn’t just awesome.

For Hard Knock, it was simply the best thing imaginable.

The blur in Hard Knock’s sight slowly faded with the morning fatigue and his eyes adjusted themselves to the dimly lit room. Celestia’s sun had just risen over the horizon again, bathing the room in the familiar glow that seemed so much nicer than a few days ago.

As the usual morning procedure, a stray ray tickled his nose and made him wrinkle it to suppress a loud sneeze. He didn’t want to wake up the mare lying next to him, huddled up closely with her back pressed against his chest and both forelegs tightly wrapped around her torso. The chances of actually waking the heavy sleeper were small, he knew that much because Rainbow Dash and Hard Knock were entering day three in their official relationship with an already strange familiarity.

Like everything else, spooning had come natural to them. From day one as marefriend and coltfriend, she completely abandoned the idea of sleeping in her own bed, taking up the left side of his bed and annexing him as her personal pillow. Hard Knock gladly gave up on some space for the obvious benefits. Besides cuddling, kissing and the naughtier stuff on two occasions since the bathroom incident, Rainbow Dash fed him when they ate, took naps on his stomach to give him warmth, or simply kept him company through the elsewise lonely hours.

Nobody had showed up to visit either of them in the last two days, which wasn’t all too unusual for his sister Berry but very strange in Rainbow Dash’s case, considering how many friends she had and how often they’d visited in the beginning.

Reluctantly, he loosened the warm cocoon around Rainbow Dash and moved his chin away from the comfortable resting position on the top of her head, smelling the rainbowed mane of his marefriend and inhaling the calming scent with a tired smile. The little tomcolt was a born cuddler, almost made to be coddled by him despite her vehement denials to the point of playful fisticuffs. Their little quarrels and following moments of tender reconciliation were the reason why both of them didn’t think to hard about the lack of visitors.

They enjoyed each other’s company more than enough to compensate.

He carefully rolled on his back to stare at the ceiling, giving her more space on the bed to stretch out on. In opposite reaction and still fast asleep, Rainbow Dash made herself smaller with a little shiver from the lack of body warmth and scrunched up her face. Hard Knock felt already sufficiently warmed up and folded over his part of the blanket to tug her in more tightly. The frown vanished from her face and she drifted away again into slumber with a snore.

Little tidbits like that made Rainbow Dash so irresistibly adorable.

His happy thoughts were interrupted by the sudden click of the lock and the visible movement of the doorknob before the door opened. Not enough to let an adult pony through, but sufficing to take a good look out into the dark hallway.

The hospital staff had wisened up enough after several incidents and refrained from barging in without properly announcing themselves. Nurses like Redheart especially, after seeing how flexible Rainbow Dash could be while giving him oral stimulation. Any kind of liquid dessert during meals usually ended up on his dick or balls for added flavour. Why the nurses allowed them to continue was anyone’s guess. Hard Knock suspected them either being hopelessly romantic or perverted.

The portions of chocolate pudding got bigger either way.

Which brought him back to the slightly open door to their room. A peeping nurse wouldn’t be that obvious and when the staff wasn’t doing it for kicks, who could it be? A friend? Family? He couldn’t see anybody in the doorway and legitimately got spooked when the door closed itself quietly. Hard Knock only heard steps getting closer to the bed, the perpetrator small enough to be remain unseen from his elevated position on the mattress.

In glacial pace, something purple rose over the edge on Rainbow Dash’s side; A full tuft of mane swaying softly with a groan to reveal large eyes and a small muzzle beneath.

“Pst… Rainbow Dash? Are you awake?”

Hard Knock couldn’t believe it. The mysterious intruder was just a kid. A little child had almost given him a heart attack! He cursed his vivid imagination and listened as the little pony kept whispering in a vain attempt for Rainbow Dash’s attention.

“She’s not gonna wake up from just that kid,” he said loud enough to make the unknown filly duck back under the bed with a curse. Hard Knock had been lying in the perfect position to be obscured by Rainbow Dash and succeeded in startling the child with his unexpected presence. Moments later, he heard a gasp and two small hooves pulled up the small pony to which they belonged.

“Who are you?” the kid asked, looking warily between him and Rainbow Dash. “And why are you sleeping with her?”

From the voice and general appearance, Hard Knock assumed the little filly was female, although the stink eye she was giving him didn’t exactly scream “proper lady”. Akin to how Rainbow Dash could be, actually. In addition to the purple mane and tail, she had an orange coat with wings that identified her as pegasus, though they looked a bit small for her age.

“Hey, I asked you a question!” What she lacked in size, she compensated pretty well with volume, to Hard Knock’s great annoyance.

“This is my bed,” he deadpanned. “If anything, she’s sleeping with me.”

While logically sound and reasonable in his eyes, the child didn’t see it as valid response to her question and got angry. “You’re lying! Why would she want to sleep in another stallion’s bed?”

He could answer that honestly in one sentence; A purely physical attraction, which had turned into genuine affection once they got to know each other after lots of sexy shenanigans. Of course, a minor wasn’t the best conversational partner to unload such information on unfiltered, so he defused the truth to something very simple.

“Because she likes to cuddle and I’m her coltfriend.”

Simple wasn’t always the most agreeable or less confrontational. The filly was getting redder and redder, whether from anger or embarrassment Hard Knock did not know. The way she screamed her head off afterwards pointed to the former.

“RAINBOW DASH DOESN’T CUDDLE! SHE'S WAY TOO AWESOME FOR THAT!”

It was certainly funny, how the word cuddle drove her up the wall enough to completely ignore the coltfriend part. That showed him where her main bugbear rested, and that missing his admission of their relationship was maybe for the best at the moment. Hard Knock didn’t want the kid to have a stroke or wake up Rainbow Dash, so he tried to strike up a conversation with her.

“Then what makes a pony awesome?”

The calm way he asked took some of the wind out of her sails and she actually sat down to think about an answer. He sounded honestly curious and his willingness to just listen was something completely new to her. Most talks she had with adults ended with any form of “because I say so”, without any chance of rebuttal.

“Well, you see…” her eyes kept looking around until they fell on Rainbow Dash. “Take Rainbow for example,” she said, pointing at her and almost poking the sleeping mare in the head. “She does all that awesome flying and saves the world from evil! Stuff like that makes somepony awesome!”

The little kid had a strong argument. Feats of that magnitude would certainly make you awesome in the eyes of most on this planet. Everybody loves a hero, and Hard Knock was now seemingly the coltfriend of this kid’s heroine. It wasn’t necessary to convince him of Rainbow’s awesomeness, that was part why he loved her after all.

But it wasn’t the only reason, so he would still be a bit contrary for contradiction’s sake.

“Right now, she isn’t doing any of that,” Hard Knock wasn’t afraid of touching Rainbow Dash, and rubbed her belly to get her leg going. “At the moment, she is sleeping in my bed and snoring like a hacksaw. How awesome does that make her on your scale?”

“That’s not fair!” Her hoof swatted Hard Knock’s away and stopped the leg twitching. “Nobody is awesome all the time!”

The angry filly tried her best to ignore the disappointed whine that came out of Rainbow Dash’s mouth and Hard Knock rubbed the cracked spot on his cast. The kid had a mean left hook for her size. “So awesomeness is like a currency and Rainbow Dash has a lot of savings? How big is her account? Does she get interest on her gained amount of awesomeness?”

“You’re making fun of me!” she growled at him, flaring her tiny wings like a colibri and getting ready to deck him again.

“I’m sorry!” Hard Knock said and raised his hooves, half in mockery and half in real defense, as he finally recognized the agitated child from one of Rainbow Dash’s tales. “You’re Scootaloo, aren’t you? Dash talks a lot about you.”

She nodded. Though this time, Scootaloo was attentive enough to let his whole sentence settle in and mollify her anger in an instant. “She does?” Scootaloo asked with wide eyes and lowered her cocked hoof. “What did she say about me?”

Where should he start? Rainbow Dash had a lot say about the little firecracker that followed her around constantly. Most of it good and showing how much she liked the kid, yet also plenty of stuff that annoyed her about the clingy filly. Should he sugarcoat it and keep the bad for himself? It wasn’t really his place to say, but Scootaloo wanted an answer, and she wouldn’t let it go until he gave her one.

He choose the diplomatic approach. “In all honesty, it reminds me a lot of the way I talk about my sister.”

The effect was immediate at the word sister. Only meant to be trivial and vague, the sparkling it caused in her big eyes was almost blinding. She silently mouthed the word sister back at him, before getting all choked up and trying to hold back the welling tears of joy with a brave face.

“She really means a lot to you, doesn’t she?”

Heavy knocks on the door cut off her answer and startled them both. This time it couldn’t be anything else than somepony from the hospital staff.

Sure enough, Hard Knock and Scootaloo heard the muffled voice of Nurse Sweetheart behind the door. “Mr. Berry? Ms. Dash? Are you awake?” asked the old mare tentatively. “Or are you maybe... otherwise occupied?”

By Celestia, he hoped she wasn’t going into details with the kid around. The nurse was unrestrained enough in Hard Knock’s experience to do just that. Sweetheart may be holding the title of nicest nurse in this hospital, but also suspiciously often found an excuse to get into their room.

“They can’t find me!” Scootaloo hissed at him in fear, looking and running around the room for an escape.

She had good reason for being panicky. This early in the morning, the hospital was outside his visiting hours. Scootaloo had come without permission and feared the consequences of practically breaking into the place. A very small and petty part of him wanted to do nothing and see how this played out, making the little troublemaker squirm for her wrongdoings and big mouth.

“It’s too high…”

Then he saw the helplessness on her face while she looked out of the window and down the long drop, and every bit of potential ill will melted away like snow during Winter Wrap up.

“Get under the covers.”

Her face lit up with hope and in one giant leap, she dove across the room and in between him and Rainbow Dash on the mattress. He quickly draped the blanket over Scootaloo while she made herself as small as possible and firmly folded both wings against her sides.

Not one second too early before Nurse Sweetheart entered the room. “Good morning!” said the overly chipper mare, going to Rainbow’s bedside and watching the sleeping mare with a huge smile. “I see your little marefriend is still asleep as always.” Hard Knock saw the flimsy restraint in her eyes to pinch Rainbow’s cheeks. “The dear is just adorable when she sleeps.”

“She is, but don’t let her hear that.”

Scootaloo jerked in shock from what she was hearing, clearly showing her presence between the two patients that actually should be in the bed. Hard Knock saw the nurse open her mouth to say something and quickly shook his head with a pleading look. Nurse Sweetheart had been cool about their behaviour so far, so Hard Knock hoped for her cooperation. After barely lifting the blanket to let her see the purple tail of their bed guest, he gestured to the little lump under the sheets and then to Rainbow Dash.

It was a great load off Hard Knock’s mind when the old mare’s smile got even bigger.

Her smile only lessened when she spoke again. “I talked with the doctor this morning. Miss Dash is gonna be released today.”

“Oh...” The news hit him harder than he thought it would. He knew from day one about her minor injury and the early release, but actually hearing it happen made a big lump appear in his throat. Hard Knock said once again his thanks to whatever higher power, for giving him the bravery to take the risk and ask her for a relationship before she left. Now at least, they were a separated couple instead of separated strangers.

“That’s not gonna be problem though!” Nurse Sweetheart said quickly, seeing the sad expression on Hard Knock’s face. “The girls and I will personally make sure that she can visit whenever and how ever long she wants.”

Hard Knock blinked. “Isn’t that against several hospital rules?”

Nurse Sweetheart suddenly looked very serious. “I don’t care. None of us nurses do. Even Redheart supports you two lovebirds.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Hard Knock said slowly, instantly regretting the lackluster way of showing his gratitude to her. He was feeling a bit guilty for taking so much advantage of the good-hearted mare and her colleagues. They didn’t need to do this and had no real reason for being so nice to them.

“You’re welcome. Breakfast is served in two hours.” With those words she turned around and went to leave. Hard Knock coughed to get Nurse Sweetheart’s attention on her way out and mouthed the words “for three” at her, on which she smiled again and nodded.

The door closed a bit louder than it had to, clearly meant as a sign for the filly underneath the blankets. Despite that, nothing moved or showed any action on Scootaloo’s part to come forth from under the protective comfort of her visual cover, so he took the liberty to remove the blanket himself.

“You’re her coltfriend...” was the only thing she said after being revealed. Otherwise, Scootaloo just sat there in silence, suddenly very mystified by him and the odd state her role model was in. Some parts of what the nurse had said still rang with her and presented a puzzle she wanted to solve.

Seeing Rainbow Dash sleep wasn’t anything special in itself for Scootaloo. Ponyville and the sky above were full of places where she witnessed her taking naps on certain times, but never in such a peaceful and vulnerable state like here in this bed. The calm face she was making, framed by her mane hanging loosely over her eyes and spilling into her pillow, looked weirdly feminine and out of place for the self-proclaimed daredevil.

“You can get a closer look if you want. I don’t think she would mind.”

Scootaloo froze on the spot. Her newfound interest hadn’t been missed by Hard Knock and he urged the little pegasus to satisfy her curiosity. “Come on,” he said, playfully pushing her with his head towards the sleeping Rainbow Dash. “Don’t be shy.”

“No!” she shouted back and turned around at the last second before contact, jumping on his face and holding on for dear life. “She hates stuff like this! She’s gonna hate me!”

He feared for a second about the integrity of his neck, a fear which vanished as soon as the expected strain from heaviness didn’t come. The kid weighed almost nothing and Hard Knock could feel the individual bones of Scootaloo’s rib cage poking into his snout while she pressed herself against the bridge of his muzzle. It wasn’t noticeable under her coat with the naked eye, but the filly felt really scrawny and even underfed to some degree.

“You’re definitely getting my portion for breakfast…” he thought, laying his head down on the mattress for her to get off of him.

She did so, shakily and a bit embarrassed of her outburst. The small pegasus avoided eye contact and played with the sheets to keep her hooves occupied.

“I should go...”

From brash to awkward in mere seconds, eerily familiar to another pegasus Hard Knock got to know lately. Although, It made sense to him, that a child and her hero would start to share traits at some point. If his latest experiences with Rainbow Dash were anything to go by, more direct methods would be necessary to coax this little bundle of nerves out of her shell.

Starting with a little presentation.

“Watch this.”

Gently, he brushed the unkempt mane from Rainbow Dash’s face and leaned in to give the exposed forehead a small kiss. Rainbow Dash in turn, still sleeping deeply, smiled and responded with a nuzzle against his cheek. “Does that look like she hates it?”

“Not really...” Scootaloo answered meekly, beet red by the display of affection between the two adults.

“We all admire certain qualities and traits in ponies.” Hard Knock pulled his face away, making the sleeping mare frown and stretch her head for the missing source of comfort. “You like Rainbow Dash because she’s an amazing mare that kicks butt and doesn’t take crap from nopony. I totally get it and also absolutely love her strong side.”

“I…”

Not quite there yet. He blew hot breath on her ear to tickle it and caused a small giggle from his marefriend. “But being awesome and tough doesn’t mean she can’t be gentle and cute at times, even if the stubborn pony would never admit it to anyone.”

Something in Scootaloo’s expression changed and she took a deep breath. Hard Knock watched the little filly scoot towards the prone form of Rainbow Dash at a painfully slow pace, always glancing up at her sleeping face for any movement or twitches. After several minutes, she wasn’t even a foot closer. Progress, she lost the instant a loud snort came out of Rainbow Dash’s mouth and drove her away again.

“Her snoring is really loud,” she whispered, intimidated by the cacophony of noise.

“Lick your hoof and lightly tap her on the nose.”

She looked at him with suspicion, watching as he mimicked the process on his own hoof and pointed at Rainbow. Scootaloo eventually did as told, and after a wet bop on her muzzle, Rainbow Dash mumbled something incoherent and soon went back to steady breathing without snoring.

“It worked!” Scootaloo said in disbelief. “How did you know that works?”

“My sister had the same quirk when we were kids,” Hard Knock reminisced with a smile. “One night I couldn’t stand her snoring anymore and clocked her right in the kisser. The licking isn’t necessary to stop her from snoring by the way. It’s more a bonus to get to the next part. Enjoy yourself, and try not to freak out.”

Before Scootaloo could ask what he meant, she was grabbed by two cyan legs and pulled closer. The filly almost vanished in the cradle that the limbs, wings and head of the much larger pegasus around her provided. Hugging her tightly like a plushie, Rainbow Dash scrunched up her face and rubbed the wet spot from her nose into Scootaloo’s mane, relaxing afterwards and humming contently in her ear.

“The hug will loosen a few minutes before she actually wakes up. If you don’t want her to know, that's the time to wiggle out. I’m Hard Knock by the way. Nice to meet you Scootaloo.”

Scootaloo nodded slowly and hummed similarly like Rainbow Dash had, already dozing off and getting heavy eyes from the body heat enveloping her. A few moments later, Hard Knock glanced over his shoulder to see Scootaloo fast asleep and hugging Rainbow Dash back.

He smiled, and went to sleep as well.

The clock in Fluttershy’s kitchen struck eight in the morning and emphasized the reality of a very surreal fact to the yellow pegasus.

She had not slept in three days.

Seventy-two hours to the second and a valid source of concern, if any semblance of her usual mindset hadn’t been already eroded away by stress and fatigue. The mare was running on autopilot at this point, going through the motions of her established routine without the usual wildlife in her home. Animals under her care knew when to stay clear of their usually timid caretaker and even her pet rabbit Angel Bunny preferred staying in the forest for the duration of her monthly visitor.

And this time, it was especially bad.

Like any other mare at her age, she had those damnable months of the year when she would go through her heat cycles. It would generally start in spring for everypony and last until the late fall with designated days in each month. And although every mare had to deal with them, there were huge differences in length and intensity between mares in heat.

Rarity had told her once in confidence how her cycles could last well over ten days at times, but weren’t as intense and distracting in return. She even drew inspiration from those urges, as many of Rarity’s more risque fashion pieces were made under the influence of her heat. The first time Fluttershy had heard that, she almost wasn’t capable of hiding her jealousy.

Ten days of slight discomfort and stomach cramps in comparison to her four days of hormonal hell.

She hated it, truly and absolutely hated it, a feeling Fluttershy didn’t know she was even capable of at the time and didn’t have for anything or anyone else since, yet learned to endure her anger since early teenage years.

“Careful…” she said between deep breaths, pouring some tea from a pot with shaky hooves as its hot content splattered everywhere.

With her tray of half-full cups and soggy biscuits, Fluttershy stepped out of the kitchen and through the ankle-deep sea of paper, slowly wading towards the reason for the messy state her house was in. She put the tray on the table and tried to get the attention of her houseguest, who was reading three books at the same time and took notes. Fluttershy’s eyes kept purposefully away from all the diagrams and profiles on those scribbled papers that showed the source of Twilight Sparkle’s latest interest.

Penises. Batches of papers with hoof-drawn penises.

Books full of them too, ranging from to scientific papers to elementary school textbooks for fillies with smiling birds and bees on the cover. The value of those for a grown mare eluded Fluttershy, but then again, everything her friend had done in the last few days was beyond her understanding.

The unicorn had not been in very good state when they left the hospital. For hours, Twilight wasn’t responsive to anything, sitting shell-shocked on Fluttershy’s couch and covering the glistening spot on her cheek with a hoof. Fluttershy understood that part. Rainbow’s bed neighbour had surprised them all with the sudden slap of meat against her face.

The fact that he got angry wasn’t though, just the intensity of his outburst. Who would want his genitals under scrutiny from a total stranger?

After the initial shock of getting hit by a reproductive organ, many reactions would’ve been totally justifiable. Anger was one of the most likeliest candidates, followed closely by feelings of embarrassment or even disgust. The “I have to study this” route was none of those likely reactions, heck, Fluttershy wouldn’t even put it under possible for normal ponies.

Well, Twilight wasn’t normal, and those exact words had been her first and only verbal cues after several hours of silence and before she left Fluttershy’s cottage in a hurry.

Right on time for Fluttershy, because not much later hit the first wave of cold sweats and horniness which usually announced the start of her heat cycle. Unfortunately, Twilight didn’t stay gone and returned shortly after with mountains of material from various sources. Fluttershy almost felt stupid for expecting anything different. She should be used to it by now. Twilight Sparkle reacted to this problem like she did to almost every problem: Applying the scientific method thoroughly to the point of obsession.

“Thank you so much again for letting me study in your house, Fluttershy,” Twilight said, drawing an especially large specimen of male genitalia from a medical book. “I wouldn’t want to let Spike see any of this.”

“You’re welcome, Twilight. Some tea?” Behind the thin mask of a smile, Fluttershy was biting back the urge to grab her guest by the barrel and throw her out with a vile comment.

Controlling herself became harder and harder, most of all due to lack of possibilities for relief during Twilight’s stay and being constantly surrounded by dicks wasn’t the best situation to stifle your flaming loins.

Conventional medicine and remedies against the heat did nothing for her, even when she ate them by the hoofful like candy. The only thing that would’ve helped, was the old fashioned way of scratching the insatiable itch until it went away. She had contemplated locking herself up in the bedroom to risk it many times, but stopped every time so far with the faintest shred of remaining self-control.

Good thing too, because Fluttershy tended to get very loud. Even Twilight wouldn’t ignore her when she would use anything dick shaped in reach while screaming like a randy banshee.

Her cluelessness to Fluttershy's plight didn’t help either. “I thought I knew everything there is to know about pony physiology and procreation, yet the more I dig beyond the superficial facts the more baffled I get from the complexity of the subject matter.” Frantic hooves shuffled through the pile of papers until they found what they searched for. ”See this publication on sexual behaviour here? The theories and experiments presented are fascinating and bold on a psychological level, but more than half of them don’t make any sense on a biological standpoint!”

“Twilight, that’s a magazine for stallions... “

“It’s inaccurate, that's what it is!” Twilight browsed through the magazine to a certain page and shoved it in Fluttershy’s face, “Look here for example, the well-hung stallion on this page is pulling out on climax and shoots his semen all over that mare’s belly and face, making the whole act of coitus completely pointless and destroying any chance of impregnation.”

Twilight was right, the stallion was very well endowed and had his huge erection resting on the mare’s muzzle. She looked like she was enjoying herself too, with a very lewd expression on her cumstained face. For a moment, Fluttershy closed her eyes and let imagination run wild, allowing it to rebuild this scene with her as replacement:

It began with the most important part; The large stallionhood resting on her face. Size did matter for Fluttershy and the weight of his rod changed accordingly by adding a few ounces and inches of thickness. A dark skin tone was a must, sprinkled with some lighter freckles or even a birthmark for cuteness. She didn’t have any preferences for the tip besides size, so the usual flat top appeared in matching proportions to the piece of work her mind created.

On the edge of her consciousness, she heard Twilight ramble on in faint whisper. “Or this one, sticking his phallus in the wrong body orifice and the mare doesn’t show any objections to it!”

The stallion attached to her dream cock stayed vaguely pony shaped without finer details like a mannequin in a shop window. Some characteristics would flicker in and out from the body frame like growing horns or wings in combination with certain colors. As the narrating voice of Twilight droned on, it drew the mental picture and filled in more blanks. Strong legs picked Fluttershy up and layed her down on a bed, turning her over with both ass and tail lifted. Something large and pointy brushed her ass, prodding for access to Fluttershy’s rear entrance.

“And this one has sex with two mares at a time. Why would he want that?”

The warmth of another warm body radiated from below her when the sheets filled out with a second pony mannequin, this time more slender and gracile to indicate it as female. Once completed, Fluttershy was lying on top of the puppet, face to face, belly to belly and crotch to crotch.

“It’s a bit sterile and lifeless,” Fluttershy thought sadly, looking at the featureless heads of her puppet companions.

All of a sudden, that nebulous body below her took shape and morphed into a mare with pristine white coat and dark blue hair on her head and tail. The mare extended a hoof and caressed the left cheek of Fluttershy during the the last bit of the facial transformation.

“Oh, this daydream simply won't do, darling. I would never be the bottom on a threesome. All that thrusting into the pillow is terrible for my hair.”

Dream Rarity was right. Fluttershy knew that the real Rarity would never do it like that. It was too late to change positions though, because the body of her fashionista friend changed again, gaining more curves and turning orange right before Fluttershy’s eyes.

“Goshdarnit, would you stop your bellyaching, Rarity? Regardless of your prissy mane, how could you pass up a good roll in the hay? Fluttershy, tell this fella to start plowing already!”

The stallion behind them huffed once in agreement and positioned himself behind them, tracing the tip of his cock up and down on their parallel love tunnels. No, Applejack wasn’t right either. The farm pony was way too ungentle and rough for her taste. Fluttershy saw the dream version of Applejack pout and vanish again into somepony that caused her eyes to light up.

“Me? Are you serious? Why?” said the mare which Fluttershy envisioned next.

“Because you have even less experience with sex than me, Rainbow Dash,” Fluttershy said and smiled at the mental copy of her brash friend. “You won’t judge and stand by me no matter what. You always did.”

The prismatic mare under her humphed loudly and put Fluttershy in a leg lock, having her hindlegs cross above Fluttershy’s rump with a hoof on each buttcheck. Blue lips met yellow, as the two friends kept kissing in a gently and feathery way.

The devilish smirk afterwards made Fluttershy shiver. “Then maybe we can get some experience together?” the Rainbow Dash of her dreams said, tightening the leg lock around her and mushing their folds against each other to stop the huge erection between them from getting further. “Hey, don’t get too overzealous! You start with my friend here!”

The stallion stopped the grinding against both of them and slipped his cock out of the mare sandwich to put it solely on Fluttershy’s entrance. With a last kiss from her friend, the stallion pushed into her and Fluttershy jerked out of the vivid daydream from a loudly closed book.

“You can’t be serious…”

“I know right?!” Twilight replied and threw the book on a pile, completely unaware what she just interrupted. “I’m stuck with this inconclusive and biased material! I need more data from independent sources!”

Fluttershy stared blankly ahead. She had no idea what Twilight had talked about during her absentmindedness.

“What happened to your sample?” Fluttershy asked to reconnect with the conversation, drinking a tiny sip of her cup and trying to ignore the large patch on Twilight’s cheek where her coat was shaved off. Every somewhat normal pony would have washed out a hoof-sized cum stain in their face without a second thought.

It takes a pony of Twilight’s mental qualities to conserve said cum stain for further study by taking a razor to your own coat. “I got some information from it, but the late extraction and mixup with my hair tainted the results. It’s in the jar over there, although most of it is dry and unusable now.”

Fluttershy almost dry heaved into the cup she was holding. Her imagination made no difference between pleasant and vile images at this point. With severe mental difficulties, she forced the nausea and bile down in one huge gulp of scalding hot tea down her throat.

Breathing through the burn, she spoke without thinking. “A pity you don’t have another one.”

Twilight stopped writing.

“Oh no…” Fluttershy thought, terrified to the bone of the ensuing silence. “What have I done!?”

“Another sample would help my research immensely,” Twilight said, deeply embraced in her own train of thought. New papers began to fill up with letters and numbers under the floating pen in her magic. The jar came floating too, past a ducking Fluttershy and a waiting Twilight that read the label while writing. “And for consistency sake, I would need to stick with the same source.”

“You don’t mean…”

Twilight’s face brightened in the same rate as Fluttershy’s fell. “The stallion who gave me the first sample in the hospital.”

“He gave you nothing. He hit you in the face with his penis.” Her voice was monotone and calm, but on the inside, Fluttershy was falling apart from desperation.

“It’s so blindingly obvious!” Twilight smacked her hoof against the forehead with a loopy sounding chuckle. “Why didn’t I think of that? You’re brilliant, Fluttershy!”

Well founded desperation. Twilight wouldn’t listen to anything anymore.

“No I’m not… Where are you going?” she asked, barely catching the last bit of her lavender tail before Twilight was already out through the wide open door.

Until her head poked in again. “You’re a size six, right?”

“No, I…”

“Seven?”

Fluttershy laid down on the couch with both hooves pressed against her face in defeat. What was the point in arguing? What was the point in postponing the inevitable? Things were already set in motion, and as usual, without her approval or input. That was Fluttershy’s lot in life.

“Five. I’m a size five.”

On the bright side, maybe this would finally get Twilight out of the house and allow Fluttershy the usage of cucumbers for something different than salad and sandwiches.

Author's Note

Not much to say here. Enjoy and tell me what you think.

Edited by Mcstuffins