Brightray tried her best to stay calm while her friend went to get one of her pleasure sticks. Hoofbeats had only been making a single model, so the choice of toy came down to color preference.

“Hey,” she called from the closet, “what color do you want?”

Brightray shrugged. “Uh… I guess white is best.”

“That’s racist. You’re getting blue.”

Holding a blue dildo, Hoofbeats came out of the closet (literally). She instructed Brightray, “Just lie down and get comfortable.”

Brightray lay down on the bed and relaxed her muscles.

“Are you going to watch?” she asked.

“No,” Hoofbeats replied, “I’m going to turn this way and just tell you what to do.” She switched to a more smooth, gentle voice and continued. “Now imagine the perfect sexual encounter. Your partner is standing before you. They’re amazing.”

“Ok,” Brightray said, “I’m picturing a handsome unicorn prince. He’s brave and valiant, and his coat is ivory white.”

There was a long pause. Hoofbeats urged her, “Go on. Tell me more. What does the prince do?”

“He comes up and mounts me –“

“No, start over. Build a narrative.”

“Alright, he approaches me and tells me how his wife is always busy and she doesn’t have time for him anymore, and he’s been admiring my body, and he just wants me so badly. He’s like, ‘Oh, Brightray, you make me so horny,’ and I’m like, ‘I can be your sexy baby all day.’”

She hesitated again and Hoofbeats took over the story. “So, he’s looking at you and his cock starts swelling. He’s throbbing with anticipation.”

Cutting the fantasy short, Brightray sat up and said, “I’m having a hard time getting in the zone. I don’t think I really like this character very much.”

“Try something different then.”

“I’m thinking of a farm pony. He’s the strong, silent type, and he’s got bulging muscles from working so hard. So he’s really big and sweaty and dirty.”

Hoofbeats nodded. “Ok, this is a very different direction. What else?”

“Well, he’s kind of shy, so he’s going to be a little embarrassed when I flirt with him. I ask him if we can go back to the barn and have a roll in the hay, but he’s like, ‘I don’t know; you have to get me warmed up first.’”

“You mean like a blow job?”

“Ew, no.”

“Look, this clearly isn’t working for you,” Hoofbeats said, turning around, “You need to think of a female.”

“No, that’s wrong. I don’t want to be a lesbian.”

“You can’t just choose not to be a lesbian. That’s not how it works.”

“Well, I just did. Deal with it.”

“Ok, so his dick is thick and veiny and –“

Brightray recoiled. “Alright fine! I’m gay! Are you happy now?”

“It’s a start. Think of the most beautiful mare you can imagine.”

“The most beautiful mare? That would be… no! I can’t do it!”

Hoofbeats put a reassuring hoof on her shoulder. “Don’t be afraid,” she said, “This is completely normal.”

“What will my family think? My friends? The church?”

“Don’t listen to what anyone else thinks. What’s important is that you listen to your heart.”

“You’re regurgitating fairy tales again. This is what drove me away the first time.”

“All I’m saying is that you need to be honest with yourself. Isn’t honesty one of the Elements of Harmony, or was that the Element of Heterosexual Monogamy? Just do you, and I mean that in the most literal sense right now.”

“You don’t understand at all! I am going to be rejected by everyone I love,” Brightray said, while her eyes teared up, “I just can’t be this way.”

Hoofbeats moved forward and embraced her friend in a warm hug.

“Come with me,” she said, “Let’s go on a little walk.”

She strapped on a saddlebag and guided Brightray down the stairs and out the front door. As they trotted along at a leisurely pace, she asked, “Where are we going?”

“Just the farmer’s market. I need to pick up something.”

When they reached the end of the street, they saw a friendly-looking old mare watering her roses. Hoofbeats smiled and waved.

“Hello, Mrs. Honeycomb!” she called, cheerfully.

“Go to Tartarus, slut!”

Brightray’s jaw dropped at the insult, but Hoofbeats kept walking with her head held high.

Later, along another road, a cart pulled up alongside the two. A unicorn stallion stuck his head out the window and said, “Very nice. How much?”

Hoofbeats turned her nose up at him. “More than you could ever afford, asshole.”

The journey continued with more insults being hurled at every turn.
“Faggot!”
“Whore!”
“Tranny!”

When they reached the farmer’s market, they approached a green mare peddling her fruits and vegetables.

“Hello, I’d like a large cucumber,” Hoofbeats said as she placed her bits on the counter.

The merchant looked her up and down with a grimace.

Hoofbeats spoke up, “What? I’m making a salad.”

“Oh, is that what they’re calling it?” she said, sarcastically.

She handed over the cucumber without exchanging any polite words and the two ponies left.

“Do you know why I brought you on this little venture?” Hoofbeats asked.

Brightray guessed, “We’re making a salad?”

“No, well maybe later, but that’s not the point. Look around you. All these ponies giving me rude looks and cheeky insults all because of my cutie mark. They’re all making ignorant assumptions and judge me without even knowing me.”

“But it doesn’t seem to bother you.”

“Oh, it absolutely bothers me. I try to keep a strong face, but it cuts like a knife every time. What I’m trying to say is that this is a part of who I am. It hurts to be rejected by others, but I’ll never be truly happy if I reject myself.”

Brightray shuffled her feet. “It’s a little more complicated in my situation.”

“Is it? Or are you just being difficult?”

“You have a family who supports your sexuality. I don’t have that.”

“Then don’t tell them yet. Right now, you just need to accept it in your own mind.”

“I think I can do that,” Brightray sighed.

“Good. We’ll table this for now, but come back to me when you’re ready to take the next step.”

“I will. Thank you.”

Author's Note

Awww, did I pull the rug out from under your widdle feet again? Where else will you ever find pony erotica?

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My own sexuality is pretty vanilla, so I'm having a hard time getting into Brightray's midset. If you've been in a similar situation to hers, I would love to hear about your experience.