“I can’t believe you got detention for looking at porn in class,” Rainbow Dash said through her laughter.

“I was not looking at porn!” Rarity sputtered, keeping her voice low. She took a few furtive glances around the lunchroom before leaning into her group of friends and saying, “I was merely reading a novel! Mrs. Harshwhinny completely overreacted.”

“A novel, huh?” Applejack asked, raising a brow and glancing at the book in Rarity’s hands. On its cover stood a rather muscular young man, his nether regions just barely obscured by the bold text of the title: A Long, Hard Night. “Yeah, looks like a classic. You think Miss Cheerilee’ll let me check that out of the library?”

Sitting next to Rarity, Sunset giggled and Fluttershy smiled. Cheeks lighting up like a volcano, Rarity stuffed the book away in her bag. “Well, I apologize for appreciating art! I didn’t realize it was a crime to be cultured...”

“It ain’t a crime,” Applejack said. She smirked. “I’m pretty sure roughing your clam in the middle of class is, though. Public indecency or something?”

“I was not—!” Rarity gripped the lunch table, digging her sharpened nails into the wood. She took in a loud breath and let it out through gritted teeth. Her words were laced with poison as she said, “I was not doing anything of the sort, Applejack, and I resent the implication that I would ever do anything so, so... base.”

“I would,” Rainbow said, grinning. “I’d totally masturbate in class. That sounds hot as hell.”

“No one asked,” Sunset said. “And I really don’t need to hear about your weird fantasies while I’m eating.” Fluttershy blushed a bit, but nodded.

“Oh, come on, it’s not weird! You’re saying if it wouldn’t get you expelled, you wouldn’t just start going at it whenever?” Rainbow asked, a massive grin on her face. “Like, have you seen the ass on Thunderlane? What I wouldn’t give to just climb on top of his desk and—”

“We get it,” the other four said in unison.

Rainbow scowled. “Seriously? Don’t act like you guys don’t have fetishes, too. I mean, Rarity’s got all those creepy muscle guys in her books. Last time I stayed over at AJ’s house, I know I heard her mumbling in her sleep about Caramel tying her down and ‘havin’ his way with her’,” she said in her deepest southern twang. She tapped her chin. “I think I’ve seen some weird stuff on Pinkie’s computer about chicks with dicks.”

“I don’t really like this conversation very much,” Fluttershy mumbled, staring into her salad. “I don’t think Rarity or Applejack feel comfortable talking about this...”

“Well, what are you into, then?” Rainbow asked, turning to look at Fluttershy.

Fluttershy went rigid. “Oh, I, um—”

“Lemme guess: animals, or something like that? You want one of AJ’s big horses?”

The others all went a uniform red. “C’mon, Rainbow,” Sunset said. “Lay off her.”

“Really, leave the poor girl alone,” Rarity scolded. “If she felt embarrassed hearing about our fantasies, do you really think she’d be comfortable sharing her own?”

“It’s just a question,” Rainbow said. She leaned into a trembling Fluttershy. “C’mon. Is it kinky? Is it weird?”

Fluttershy jumped out of her seat and ran away, face turned to the floor, leaving her food, her books, and her friends behind.

“Fluttershy, darling!” Rarity called, reaching out a hand—but the shy girl was already out of the cafeteria. Rarity sneered at Rainbow. “Wonderful.”

“Why’d you have to go and do that?” Applejack asked. “You know she can’t handle talking about those sorts of things.”

“I was just asking a question!” Rainbow cried. “You guys all talked about your fetishes—”

“You talked about our fetishes,” Sunset corrected.

Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Whatever! It’s not like I was gonna make fun of her or anything. I was just asking!”

“I do hope she’ll be alright,” Rarity said, gazing at the cafeteria exit. “You remember what happened the last time she rushed out of the lunchroom like that. She disappeared for an entire day!”

“Here, let me go get her,” Sunset said, standing up. “I think I know where she’s going.”

Sunset took slow steps as she pushed open the door to the girl’s bathroom. She stuck her head inside and hung like that for a moment, waiting for the telltale sign of—

There. From the end of the row of stalls came the lightest sniffle, barely audible over Sunset’s own breathing. Sunset walked inside and looked under each stall until she found a familiar pair of green boots, stuck onto a pair of still-shaking legs.

“Hey, ‘Shy?” Sunset said, touching the stall door. “Can I come in?”

The sniffling stopped. There was a long pause before Sunset heard the tap of heel against floor, and the click of the door unlocking. Sunset put on her calmest smile before pushing open the door and sidling into the cramped stall space.

Fluttershy was sitting on the closed toilet, hunched over so far she looked like she was collapsing inward. Her cheeks were a splotchy pink, and her mascara was muddled.

“You okay?” Sunset asked.

Fluttershy shook her head and hiccuped. “No.”

“Didn’t think so,” Sunset said. She sighed. “Look, I’m sorry about Rainbow. She was just being a jerk, y’know?”

“No,” Fluttershy said again, shaking her head. She curled into an even tighter ball. “Rainbow was right.”

Fluttershy let out a strangled sob into her lap. Her tears fell like rain, staining her skirt. Sunset jumped at the sound, but then kneeled down and pulled her friend into a tight hug. “Hey,” she murmured, stroking Fluttershy’s back as she wept. “C’mon, there’s no reason to cry. What do you mean, ‘Rainbow was right’?”

“She was right!” Fluttershy pressed her head against Sunset’s shoulder. “I... I do have weird fetishes. Even weirder than Rainbow!”

Sunset froze. “Uh,” she mumbled, a hundred different reactions swirling up her throat. “That’s... that’s okay. It’s okay! I’m sure that they're not that weird. And besides, even if they are, what’s the problem? Nobody knows, and I promise you that Rainbow will never bother you about this again—I’ll see to it personally.”

“That’s not why I’m upset,” Fluttershy said. She pulled out of Sunset’s hug, but still just stared at the floor. She balled up her hands into fists and gritted her teeth. “It’s that... oh, nevermind. It’s stupid.”

“What’s wrong?” Sunset touched a finger to Fluttershy’s chin, bringing Fluttershy’s eyes up to meet her own. “I promise, you can tell me. I won’t laugh, or walk away, or anything like that. I’m here for you.”

Fluttershy nodded, took a deep breath, and mumbled, “I’m a virgin.”

Sunset waited for more, but when nothing came, smiled and said, “Is that it? Lots of people are virgins at our age. There’s nothing embarrassing about that.”

“Yes, but... it's not like I haven't had the chance to have sex.” Fluttershy crossed her arms. “I mean, lots of very nice boys and girls have asked me out before. And a few have even told me that I'm, um, 'sexy.'”

“Then what's the problem?”

Fluttershy shrank. “The problem is that whenever I think about having sex, or whenever I, you know”—her voice dropped to a whisper—“touch myself down there, only one thing actually makes me feel anything.” She gave Sunset a pallid look. “And it's a fetish. A weird fetish.”

“So, what?” Sunset asked. She leaned against the stall door. “You don't think that anybody will share this fantasy of yours?”

Fluttershy nodded. Her breaths were short as she said, “And even if I do, I know that I'm going to be too shy to ask them to go through with it. It's too—”

“Weird?” Sunset finished. She shook her head. “C'mon, 'Shy. It can't possibly be as strange as you're making it out to be.”

Fluttershy sighed and opened her mouth—but closed it without a word. She stood up and maneuvered past Sunset to open the stall door, and stuck her head out to take a few glances around the bathroom. When she saw that it was empty, she ducked back inside the stall and crouched down to glance under the dividing walls. All the other stalls were empty as well. She stood back up and locked the door.

Fluttershy stood on her tiptoes and leaned into Sunset's ear. She whispered a few terse sentences before backing away.

”Oh,” Sunset mumbled, cheeks flaming. ”That... that actually is kinda weird.”

The pink in Fluttershy's face exploded into a deep crimson. She collapsed onto the toilet seat, head buried in her hands. ”I knew it...”

”No, no, that's not what I meant!” Sunset sputtered, grabbing Fluttershy's shoulder. ”I didn't mean to say 'weird', 'Shy. You just caught me off guard.”

”But it's true,” Fluttershy said. ”I'm a freak.”

”You're not a freak. You just have a fetish. Everyone has fetishes! Even me!”

”But what's the point of having a fetish if you never have anyone to share it with?” Fluttershy squeaked. The tears rolled. ”I'm going to be alone forever...”

Sunset could only watch as Fluttershy broke down, her small body heaving with every strained breath. As much as she hated to remember it, Sunset knew that feeling—that feeling of loneliness, that fear that no one would ever love her for who she was. At least Sunset had had the Elements of Harmony to free her from that sadness—what did Fluttershy have? Who did she have?

She has you.

The thought landed in Sunset's mind like a cinderblock hitting concrete. Chewing on her lip, Sunset gazed down at Fluttershy. She felt the words welling up in her throat, ready to be revealed. It took what felt like a full minute of deep breathing for Sunset to finally ball up her fists and open her mouth.

”You know,” Sunset said. ”I... I could help you.”

Fluttershy, face streaked with mascara, looked up. ”What do you mean?”

”Well, you're looking for someone to help you act out this fantasy, right?” Sunset forced a smile. ”I could, y'know, be that someone.”

Fluttershy's eyes widened. ”You'd do that?”

”Yeah, I guess so.” Sunset shrugged. ”I mean, it's not really what I'm into, but I'm up for trying anything once.”

Fluttershy leapt from her seat and tackled Sunset with a hug. ”Thank you!” she yipped. ”Thank you, thank you!”

Sunset laughed. ”Jeez. Where did timid little Fluttershy go?”

”It's true, I don't really like talking about all of this. And to be honest, now I'm still kinda nervous. But...” Fluttershy took a step back and twiddled her thumbs. ”You're my friend. And you make me feel safe.”

Sunset smirked. ”I try my best.”

”I'll email you with all the details tonight,” Fluttershy said. She unlocked the stall door and walked out. But just before she was out of sight, she stopped, turned around, and cast a small smile of her own back at Sunset. ”Thanks again for being a wonderful friend.”

Still standing in the stall, Sunset nodded and waved her off. It was only once she was gone and the bathroom door was closed that Sunset let her head fall back and hit the wall.

”What did I just agree to?”

Author's Note

Now, my dear readers... you have a choice! This fic features two alternate versions of the clop scene.

The first version can be accessed either by clicking here, or by clicking the 'Next' button to move onto the next posted chapter.

The second version—which contains everything the first version has and both a watersports and omorashi scene—can be accessed by clicking here, or by using the dropdown menu.

Neither version is more legitimate than the other, and they can be read in any order and/or combination. They have merely been separated because I know that not everyone is into watersports, and I wanted to have a version for those who don't like it. I hope you enjoy!