Brightray followed her friend up the stairs and into the bedroom. Once they were in, she closed and locked the door behind them. She removed her bonnet and let her long, brown hair fall to the floor. She lay down on the bed and began unlacing her dress.

Hoofbeats gave her a confused look. “Um, what are you doing?” she said.

Brightray thought it was obvious. “I’m taking my clothes off so we can get started. I’ll admit I was nervous at first, but I figured if I just let it happen then I would start to enjoy myself.”

Hoofbeats facehooved so hard.

“No, that’s not what I meant at all. I have some books up here I wanted to show you.”

“Oh,” Brightray said, embarrassed, “It looked like you were leading into something there. I thought we were going to have sex.”

“No,” Hoofbeats replied, “Why would I do that? It’s clear that you have no formal sex education, so I was going to go over the basics like STD’s and the reproductive process. I wasn’t going to just drop you into this like some sort of antechinus. Besides, I’m not sure if you noticed, but I really like dicks.”

Brightray lowered her head. “You know, for a second there, I thought that… that someone would actually want me.”

“No, it’s not that. I’m just not gay like you.”

The pony’s eyes widened. “I’m gay!?”

The facehoofing intensified.

“You desire sex with other ponies of the same gender. That is the most basic definition of gay.”

“Do you think Celestia will send me to Tartarus?”

“I honestly don’t think Celestia gives a shit. We get evil villains and giant monsters attacking Equestria weekly. She has bigger things on her plate right now. Also, I don’t think any sort of benevolent leader would send good ponies to Tartarus. Anyway, go ahead and sit down so I can show you these books.”

“That’s not actually something I need. I’m not completely ignorant, you know.”

Hoofbeats was surprised by how surprised she was at that. “Alright fine, what do you want from me?”

“I told you already. I have these urges. Like, sexual type urges. I wanted to know why I feel this way and if it was normal to act on them."

Hoofbeats just shrugged. “Eh, it’s just puberty. As far as acting on it, yeah, that’s normal. I can give you a dildo if you’re worried about age-of-consent laws."

“Consent laws don’t matter if I can’t even get a coltfriend.” She paused and sighed, “Or a marefriend.”

Hoofbeats responded, “I think the reason people don’t pay you any attention is because you look and act so withdrawn. Maybe I can make you over and then you’ll feel better about yourself.”

“Are you sure that will work?”

“It couldn’t hurt.”

She pulled a dress out of her closet and instructed Brightray to put it on. It was a slimming and sexy dress that sparkled with red sequins. She pinned her hair up in a fancy, braided updo. Then came the makeup. She encircled her eyes with a black eyeliner, and colored in her eyelids with a dark purple eye shadow, and used some mascara to make her lashes look longer. She carefully applied a layer of lip primer, followed by the lipstick, lip liner, and lip plumper, before covering the rest of her face with some foundation, concealer, and blush.

Brightray looked in the mirror. She had never seen herself like this before. She smiled and said, “I look amazing.”

“Yeah, but you’d look even better without all that shit on your face.”

“What do you mea—" Her sentence was cut short when Hoofbeats dumped a bucket of water on her head.

“What was that for!?”

“I thought something looked wrong and I kept trying to fix it, but I think you’re beautiful just the way you are.”

She thought about this as she wiped her face with a towel. “You planned this whole makeover thing just to deliver that sappy spiel, didn’t you?”

“I might have. That doesn’t make it any less true. Just go out there au naturale and see how things work out.”

“Actually, I think I’m going to go home. It’s getting late and my parents don’t know I’m out.”

“I thought we were having fun.”

“I’m sorry. I… I’ll just go. I wouldn’t want to overstep my boundaries,” she said as she rushed out the door.

Hoofbeats found it strange that she would have gone through with the sex but was uncomfortable with being called beautiful.
That mare was a mess. A big, gay mess.

Author's Note

This was a good opportunity to troll cloppers and spread awareness of the amazing antechinus. This was inspired by a real incident where I was thinking if I was interested in girls, which was immediately stopped in its tracks by "OMG dicks are just the best!".
Anyway, I still haven't decided exactly how racy I want this story to be, so there may or may not be sex scenes in the future.