Fluttershy awoke early one morning and knew right away that something was different. Well, the feeling was the same one she'd had before, but it was one she had hoped wouldn't be returning for a long while. Her hindquarters were warm, down beneath her tail, and they were twitching ever so slightly. She supposed that her dreams of the last couple nights should have been an indication that it was happening again, but she really had been trying to ignore her own body's suggestions.
Because that had worked out so very well before.
With a soft groan, she got up and tried to keep her mind on the critters she cared for. Breakfast for all of them was simple enough, although she did keep getting distracted and almost ended up giving the birds the rabbits' carrot portions instead of their birdseed. Angel had to keep punting her in the fetlocks to get her to focus and she had to keep apologizing for her inattention. He understood, of course, and kept looking at her as if to say, “You know what you have to do about this.”
She did know what she had to do... well, what she wanted to do, and she knew precisely where she could find help. Oh, but she hated asking, even as much as she enjoyed it. And she hated having to make the arrangements, because that meant she'd have to go and talk to someone else about her body. And she also hated the needs she had, even in the middle of it all. They were so embarrassing!
Finally, though, Fluttershy had to admit to herself that there wasn't going to be any way around it, even though she'd gone and sat herself down in the stream for half an hour, hoping the cool water would take away some of the ache she was feeling. It was just her catching up to her age.
She heaved herself back up onto all fours and shook gracefully to send water droplets flying. She also dragged her hooves through the grass as she walked back to her place, drying them off as best she could. This could be dealt with, if she could just work up the courage yet again.
Inside her home, she was tempted to just flop down in the middle of the floor and melt into a quivering pile of need, never to get up again. But if she tried that, Angel would pull on her ears and thump her in the ribs until she arose and went out, so she didn't bother trying that again. Instead, she reluctantly, if not with a little anticipation, began rummaging in the depths of drawers and boxes, trying to remember what she'd wanted to forget. She kept telling herself that she should have thrown it out, but the alternatives were just too... well, difficult.
Fluttershy cinched her saddlebag shut and lowered her head to touch noses with Angel. “Okay, I'm going. You don't think any less of me, do you?” As the white rabbit shook his head, he patted her cheek, stroking her muzzle. “Oh, thank you. I feel a little better about this.” She looked out her door. “Just a little,” she admitted, sighing.
To her great surprise and relief, Fluttershy made it all the way to the gates of Sweet Apple Acres without encountering any of her friends. Not that they wouldn't understand, either. Rarity and Rainbow Dash certainly would. They'd seen her like this before, after all. It was simply far less humiliating to have to admit that she was, yet again, very much a pony who had strange, terrifying needs.
She circled around a few apple barrels in a soft canter, trying to work off nervous energy as she thought about where Applejack would be right now. Then her ears rotated as she heard the thwack of hooves against wood. Ah. Of course. But she continued to weave in and out between the barrels, hoping she could maybe work it all off here and just slink home again without having to go through... Oh, why was she trying to fight it?
Resigned, Fluttershy followed the sounds of apple-bucking. She ducked under branches, stepped around bushels, and finally found Applejack, sweaty and panting as she lined her hooves up against a tree trunk. She stayed out of sight and quiet until the orange Earth Pony was done, not wanting to distract and have her be hurt. All that kicking had given Applejack incredibly powerful hindquarters, but one wrong strike and she would do herself a serious injury.
After the next crash and the thumping of falling apples, Fluttershy stepped forward uneasily. “Ummm... Applejack?”
Applejack's head popped up from rooting amongst the apples. “Hey there, Fluttershy! What brings you by?” There was a brief pause, then she chuckled. “Well, that rhymed, didn't it?”
Fluttershy nodded, but didn't say anything else.
“What is it, sugar?” She walked over, noticing her saddlebags slung over her back. “Going off somewhere and need someone to look in on Angel?”
Fluttershy shook her head. “It's... um... not that, Applejack. I... hmm...” She looked up, widening her eyes, willing her friend to understand. “I've been trying...”
Applejack blinked, then raised a foreleg as she seemed to catch on. “You need the clearing again today, do you?”
She nodded again, feeling a soft thrill of anticipation, but also feeling a little miserable for being so weak. “Is that okay?”
“Sure it is, hon.” Applejack came right up to her and nuzzled her ear, her voice dropping in volume. “You all right otherwise?”
“Oh, yes,” Fluttershy breathed, half-closing her eyes in gratitude that Applejack was a street-smart pony and understood her. “I'm so sorry. I thought I would be able to handle this on my own.”
“It's okay.” There was silence between the two mares as Applejack rubbed shoulders with her. “Did you want me to talk to Big Mac again?”
To Fluttershy's great surprise, she actually giggled, then immediately buried her muzzle in the crook of her foreleg, blushing heatedly. “Oh!” She shook her head frantically, burying another giggle before lifting her head again. “That's very kind of you, Applejack. But I'm still not, well, ready for that. The chance is too strong. And, um, to be honest, it sort of made him nervous when I wanted to... you know.”
Applejack gave a gentle roll of her eyes. “Yeah, I don't know. And I don't wanna, sugarcube. So I'll just tell him to keep his big muzzle out of that part of the orchard today if he knows what's good for him, okay?”
“Okay,” she murmured back. “I really do appreciate this.”
“It's comin' for all of us. You're just the first, that's all.” Applejack gave her one last brush of her cheek. “Go on down, then. I'll pass the word along.”
“Oh, thank you.” In sheer relief that this part of her torture was through, Fluttershy bolted off into the trees. She had been coming here for most of the past year, even through the winter months, because of all the ponies she knew, Applejack had grown up in the natural world. She knew and understood cycles and, even though she had yet to reach that age, she could appreciate the fire Fluttershy had been feeling.
Applejack had asked, just one time, why she didn't simply stay indoors when she felt it. And Fluttershy had struggled to explain that, to her, it simply wasn't an option. She had to be outdoors when she was like this. She had to find a place, hide herself away, and allow herself to let go, even in the middle of winter. Sometimes she would be able to tamp it all down, resist for a time, until a storm had passed, for example, but she would be even more fierce afterwards.
As she slowed from a gallop to a canter, then down into a trot, Fluttershy felt her sadness begin to fade. There was a little bit of guilt still curled in a knot in the pit of her stomach, but the anticipation thrumming through her was loosening that. The guilt was at turning down Big Macintosh, but as she'd told Applejack, she really wasn't ready for foaling. She knew that, by all rights, she should be accepting a stallion at some point, but her life was her own, dedicated to the animals of the forest and the needs of her friends. If she were to become with foal so early, she would lose a lot of her freedom. Which meant, as thankful as she was for the offer, she couldn't entertain it.
Finally, she pushed through the orchard and squeezed past a corner hedge, coming out into a small clearing, big enough to hold maybe half a dozen ponies. The Apple Family farm had a few of these small dens scattered around their acreage, mostly wild growth that they'd left alone. Fluttershy had discovered this one when she'd needed a place to hide and cry after being screamed at by that griffin. When her body had betrayed her just months later, she'd instinctively found her way back. Eventually, though, things had reached the point where she had had to ask Applejack's permission to keep coming back, to prevent any... unwanted interruptions.
With a contented sigh, Fluttershy shrugged her bags off and sank onto her belly, stretching out on the cool grass. She was here. And she could soon just let it all go. She just needed one more thing.
Twilight Sparkle's quill scribbled over the pad by itself, the unicorn's magic unconsciously dictating the words. This wasn't as completely impartial as she would have liked, because Pinkie's tenth sense probably already knew she was watching, but she'd also come to accept that Pinkie Pie would never falsify her little twitches.
Sure, she'd given up trying to prove that Pinkie Sense was hokum, but that didn't mean that an accurate database of twitches couldn't be maintained. It might come in useful at a later date in case a meteor shower would ever happen over Ponyville, for example. Or another imminent Parasprite invasion. At that thought, Twilight made a quick note to check the emergency band instrument supplies.
Peering through the binoculars at a very content Pinkie Pie rolling around on the grass, Twilight grinned wryly. There were probably a dozen other things she could be doing with her time, but this was good, scientific research. Although, she had to admit, Pinkie hadn't shivered or twitched in the last half hour. Maybe today would be one of those calm days.
Oooh! Or not! Tail furl... itchy ear... front hoofstand? She'd never seen that combination before. Instinctively, Twilight checked the clear blue skies for something unexpected and did a quick, on-the-spot twirl in the bush she was concealed in to make sure she wasn't going to be bitten, stung, or jammed in instant quicksand.
Nothing. As she frowned and picked up her discarded binoculars, she saw that Applejack had come up and was talking to Pinkie about something. Well, she knew there wasn't a twitch for Applejack, otherwise Pinkie Pie would have exhibited it before. Maybe it was the conversation they were having?
Whatever it was, it didn't last long. As Applejack went off in one direction, Pinkie Pie began hopping away in the other, seemingly in no hurry. Twilight quickly stashed her supplies in her bags and got herself arranged so she could shift her Pinkie Blind bush into 'follow' mode.
But before she'd gotten a good head of speed, she abruptly found herself jerked to a stop, her front hooves slipping and sending her sprawling face down in the branches. “GAH!”
“Whoa there, Twilight. Where she's going, you cain't follow today,” came Applejack's voice.
Sputtering, Twilight poked her head out of the bush and glowered at her friend, who'd stepped on her tail. “You could have said stop!”
“Sorry.” Applejack chuckled a little as she helped her remove her cover. “I probably wasn't thinking. I just had to catch you. And you're speedy when you're sneakin'.”
She gave herself a shake and turned her head around to groom along her spine, removing a few itchy twigs and spitting them aside. “You're forgiven, Applejack. But did you know that last twitch combo that Pinkie had? I've never seen anything like it.”
Applejack glanced around. “If I were you, Twi', I'd forget I even saw that one. It ain't right that it goes on your little list of Pinkie Twitches.”
“Okay. Now I'm curious. And you know what I'm like when I'm curious.”
Frowning, Applejack shook her head hard enough to make her braid snap. “Nuh-uh. This don't go in no letter to the Princess. This don't even get told, Twilight!”
“What on Equestria are you two on about?” came another voice.
Both ponies turned to see Rarity coming up. The white unicorn had her head tilted inquisitively. “Has either of you seen Fluttershy? We did have a little appointment at the boutique this afternoon, but I wanted to tell her that we could postpone it...”
“She'll be glad to hear that,” Applejack said quickly. “In fact, she told me a little while ago that she'd had something else come up, too.”
Fluttershy rolled onto her back, wiggling her body and enjoying the feel of her coat grinding against the grass. She rarely felt the need to roll, recognizing it as yet another sign that she was beholden to deeper instincts, but it did feel so very good.
With all four legs in the air and the blades of grass tickling her ears, she luxuriated in herself, nickering quietly. Then she abruptly froze as a sound reached those sensitive ears of hers. It was a soft thumping of hooves, but not the usual sound of hoofbeats. Only one pony had that distinctive, hopping gait. And as she lay there, listening to the noise come closer, her forelegs now curled against her chest, she had to remind herself to keep breathing.
The noise stopped, then came another: the sound of a pony pushing through branches. Seconds later, her view was filled with shocking pink.
“Hi, Fluttershy!”
She exhaled softly. “Hello. I'm... um... happy you came?”
Pinkie's soft muzzle teased her face as her friend giggled, nuzzling her thoroughly. “Of course I'd come see you!”
Fluttershy couldn't help but giggle as well, the way Pinkie was nuzzling and nibbling at her ears and mane. “I just thought that, you know, we can't keep doing this forever. So I'm very grateful.”
The pink Earth Pony settled down in front of her as she rolled back over onto her stomach and relaxed into the same pose. “Whatever's making you think that, silly filly?”
“Well,” Fluttershy said softly, pressing her forehead up against Pinkie's. For some reason, Pinkie Pie would be very calm when they were like this together, alone and intimate. She appreciated it very much, too. “One of these days, in the future...”
“We'll be older,” Pinkie said, imitating Fluttershy's soft tones. She nudged at her, then softly leaned her head around to get at her ears again, the soft bites making Fluttershy breathe just a bit harder. “We'll be ready for other things by then. But it doesn't mean we ever have to stop caring about each other!”
“Yes, but...” Fluttershy stopped speaking and groaned instead as Pinkie's muzzle pressed against the back of her jaw. Oh, she was tense there.
“Shhh,” the pink pony admonished softly, worrying at Fluttershy's crest, her sentences coming between firm nibbles. “I'll always want to sneak away to see you. We don't have to be all rolly-around, tail-tied, fillyfriends like this, but I can't ever imagine a time when I won't want to snuggle you, or any of my very best friends.” She drew back and nudged noses again. “So, okay, we've been playing around together. You needed help. And you just couldn't accept a real play party.” Pinkie giggled at that.
Fluttershy felt her face heat up and she wanted to bury her face in her forelegs, but she couldn't because Pinkie was wriggling closer, settling in against her side. “You're the only one I could ask, because you're the only one old enough that I knew. And I just don't want...”
“I know,” Pinkie interrupted again. “You've told me before. There's no one here that needs to get caught up on our little plot, so just relax.” She nudged the Pegasus filly's head up and nuzzled beneath her chin. “I'm here.”
“There's something you need to understand,” Rarity said quietly, leading both Applejack and Twilight into her room. She shut the door behind her, eyes flicking towards the window to make sure it was closed. “And I don't want you yelling it out in shock where just anyone can hear you.”
Twilight frowned at that. “Oh, when do I ever...”
“Don't get us started, darling.” Rarity tugged the shutters closed. She looked over at Applejack, who was still scowling. “Oh, don't look like that. Twilight is terrible at keeping secrets and even worse about ferreting them out. She has to know. If she stumbled on them...”
“Which is why I stopped her from doin' that,” Applejack said grumpily.
“Yes, but you might not be there next time. Our Twilight Sparkle is very resourceful.” Rarity turned back to her. “Listen. Fluttershy is older than the rest of us. And so she's already becoming a mare. She's dealing with the demands that her body is making of her, but she also is very unhappy about them.”
Twilight tried to muddle through Rarity's vagueness. “Are you saying that Fluttershy's been going into heat?”
“Got it in one,” Applejack said. “For a filly that spends all her time around forest critters, she's not too thrilled with her own pony-nature sometimes. She hates the idea of the whole thing, but there ain't a lot she can do about shutting it down. She just fights it until she cain't take it any longer, then has to give in.”
Fluttershy twined her neck with Pinkie's, sighing in quiet pleasure as she nuzzled her. Pinkie Pie was nibbling along her spine, grooming her softly and slowly, even as Fluttershy pushed her own muzzle into that pink coat and found that little spot that always made Pinkie's hind leg kick.
She'd never thought that there was another maturing filly that she could talk to about her heat, let alone one of her best friends. But Pinkie was barely a year younger, on the cusp of becoming a mare as well. And she'd seen enough ponies pair off at so many of her parties that she understood the whole matter. Of course, it also turned out her parents had been extremely frank ponies and had given her The Talk, as she called it, before she came to Ponyville.
Pinkie Pie's mouth closed, hot and wet, over the tip of one of Fluttershy's ears, causing the Pegasus to whine softly as it was tugged, sensations sparking through her whole body. She leaned her head into the caress, offering her other ear and Pinkie obliged with another bite, the touch of her teeth gentle, but firm.
“She tried to come and see Big Macintosh one time,” Applejack admitted. “She does think fondly of him, but she couldn't even ask him to do what her body wanted. Told me later that she can't consider beginning a family until she's older. And that if she dallied with any stallion, she'd be with foal before she knew it.”
“Poor dear,” Rarity said. “I had to have a talk with her about it, too. It's not something everypony goes through, though. She's just quite special.”
“Aren't there spells, though?” Twilight asked. “Or herbs? Zecora might have something that could...”
“Yeah. Trouble is, none of them are safe enough. Or they tend to have side-effects that nopony wants.” Applejack shook her head. “In the end, Fluttershy made her choice. She'd rather fool her body for a bit than say, lose her wings, or have her mane fall out.”
Twilight grimaced. “Sounds like we need more research into contraception methods.” Then her mind backtracked. “Wait, how's she fooling her body? What's she doing? And what does all this have to do with Pinkie Pie?”
“Gettin' to that,” Applejack said.
“Whaddya wanna do next?” came the whisper. Bright eyes met hers and the soft touch of muzzle on muzzle, the warm, wet swipe of a pink tongue against her mouth, all these things made the Pegasus shiver and push their bodies closer as they lay together, side by side.
“The same thing I ask of you every time, Pinkie,” Fluttershy murmured. “Well, eventually.” She rubbed cheeks softly with the Earth Pony, her body humming softly with want, relaxed with desire now. “But only when you're ready. I don't want to be greedy.”
Here in the shade of the clearing, only small patches of sunlight illuminated the two ponies. It was where Pinkie had followed her one time, when she had really been suffering and had absolutely no idea how she was going to relieve the ache. They'd talked for ages together, Pinkie Pie being silly and wise at the same time, Fluttershy being mortified, but willing to entertain any new options.
That first time, it had happened so very quickly, at least to Fluttershy's memory. One minute she had been morose, with her nose resting on her forelegs as she had lain in the shade, then the soft touch of a muzzle had brushed her throat and she had rolled over onto her back into the sunshine . . . opening herself up to attention that she'd never dreamt of.
“It's never being greedy, asking someone you like for something you want,” Pinkie Pie said, scampering up onto her hooves. “It only gets that way if you don't share! Now, just lie still.”
Fluttershy wriggled in anticipation.
“They're WHAT?”
Rarity winced. “NOW do you see what I brought you indoors? Dear me, you've got an impressive set of lungs.”
Twilight sat down, her hindquarters hitting the floor with a thump. “Well, that does explain things, Applejack. I'm sorry for pushing matters.”
The orange Earth Pony shrugged. “Eh. You're the last of us to know. Not something you'd ever have imagined, though, huh?”
Precisely her thought process. Fluttershy was the most timid Pegasus she'd ever known. And Pinkie was her polar opposite: Extroverted and hyper to the highest degree. Yet the two of them were... physical with each other. Twilight understood that sometimes opposites attracted, but this was a bit ridiculous. “But they're not like, dating or anything?”
“Nah. Far as I can figure out from talking to both of them, it's purely a physical thing with each other. I mean, sure, Pinkie loves Fluttershy as much as she loves any of us, but she ain't got plans to tangle tails with me or Rainbow Dash. She says we're too young to be foolin' around.”
Rarity whipped her brilliant violet tail around. “That's precisely it. They're both old enough to do that sort of thing. Fluttershy has admitted that one day, she thoroughly expects herself or Pinkie to settle down with someone much more... masculine. Her words, dear, not mine. But right now, Pinkie Pie is what's keeping Fluttershy from losing herself in her heat.”
Fluttershy squeaked, almost helplessly lost in desire. Her pink tail was curled up on her back, her body splayed out with the grass tickling her chin. She was rocking slowly, braced on her forehooves as best she could. If she twisted her head around and really craned her neck, she could see the cotton-candy tail of Pinkie bobbing gracefully, the Earth Pony in roughly the same pose as her.
The two mares were rubbing their hindquarters back against each other, thighs and hocks braced together. They were angling together, circling around and around, searching for the friction that both of them wanted. Slowly, almost teasingly, because Pinkie was very good at teasing, Fluttershy felt the soft, slick brush of one nub against the other and stars appeared in her vision. “Ohh! Ohhh, my!”
“Awww yeah!” came the satisfied chirp from behind her, and then Pinkie set a slow, bumping grind in motion, Fluttershy feeling her rhythm, slowly swaying to match it, panting to herself as she kept that lovely, constant pressure going.
It was the third most daring thing Fluttershy had ever found herself doing. The first, naturally, had been that whole “Shouting at the Dragon” incident. The second... well, that was still ahead. But oh, oh to be doing this outdoors, even while hidden away. It made every protective instinct that she ever possessed cry with embarrassment. But all those instincts were helpless in the face of her drive to just satisfy herself.
Well, and satisfy Pinkie, too. She couldn't ever be that unkind as to leave a friend out of pleasure.
Twilight paced. “What about Pinkie Pie? Is there any chance of her being hurt by this? You saw how she was with Dash and Gilda, and that whole thing with us and her surprise birthday.”
“Yeah,” Applejack said, sitting beside Rarity and letting Twilight talk the whole thing out, “but she said that last one taught her never to be so silly again. She's growing up, like all of us. Can't go through your whole life without getting scraped, y'know.”
“And I think if there's one thing we can count on, it's Fluttershy being kind,” Rarity added. “She won't ever just use Pinkie Pie and discard her. She's utterly incapable of that.”
“Yes, but she's also incapable of telling someone when something bothers her,” Twilight said.
Applejack sighed and put her hoof on her forehead. “Can't go living her life for her, Twi'. If'n she messes it up, we can just help her pick up the pieces. Okay?”
“I guess you're right.”
Fluttershy tugged on the strap with her teeth one last time, Pinkie still quivering against her. She was a little unsteady herself after that intense explosion of pleasure that they'd both just had. “Hmmmph,” she breathed, nuzzling at Pinkie's croup. “There. Does it feel alright?”
“To be honest, it still feels silly,” Pinkie said, giggling and shifting her hindquarters. “Probably looks silly, too. Not something I'd ever want for a cutie mark.”
“Eep!” Fluttershy did not need that mental image. Not the way she was feeling right now, though. Her wings didn't even threaten to lock up, so intense was her desire right now to just be taken like a mare. “Well, um... are you ready?”
“Uh-huh!” Pinkie swung around and kissed her on the muzzle, grinning. “C'mon, spread those wings for me. Please?”
“Oh, okay.” Shuffling a little, Fluttershy turned herself around and obediently flared both wings. She could feel the tension all the way down her spine when they reached their full extension and it made things even foggier in her brain as she swished her tail aside. She'd accidentally found that connection one day and ever since, Pinkie had used it fiendishly to take her to even greater heights. “Um... hmm... I'm all yours?”
She could hear the soft grunt of effort behind her as Pinkie Pie reared up and felt the light touch on each wing as hooves rested on them. Then, oh dear sweet Celestia! the thick head was spreading her open and she gave a tiny, triumphant, scream of fulfilment as she was penetrated.
“I'll tell Fluttershy we told you,” Rarity said. “She'll be embarrassed, but less so if you can be understanding about her situation.”
“I don't think that's going to be a problem,” Twilight said, smiling a little. “I'm a librarian, remember? I know where all the really good books are kept.”
Both Applejack and Rarity looked at each other, then cackled in a mixture of glee and relief.
“Oh, darling, we simply must swap sometime!” Rarity told her, suddenly looking much more at ease.
“Yeah, we were just afraid that since you'd been stuck in the stacks your whole life, you'd might not be up to speed on all the stuff that goes on in ponies' minds.” Applejack looked apologetic. “Guess we shoulda known you a bit better, even after all this time together. Sorry.”
“It's all right.” Twilight gave a small laugh of her own. “I'm actually more surprised that Fluttershy managed to keep Pinkie Pie from throwing a party to commemorate the loss of her virginity.”
All three ponies snickered at that.
This was what she wanted. The thick, full sensation beneath her tail. The hot, wet friction. The slap of thighs pounding against her flanks. The weight of another pony on her back, breathing heatedly into her ears. All of it was consuming her and she was kneeling down on her forelegs, her rump lifted in the air as she was taken. She wanted to bury her face in the grass and cry out, but Pinkie Pie had taken a clump of her mane in her teeth and was holding her head up. So all Fluttershy could do was squeak in desire, over and over, whining as she got ever closer to a second explosion of sheer bliss.
The backs of her legs were soaked, her own body so very slick and welcoming, not caring that it was a fake stallion ravishing her. She was full, her cravings for satisfaction being met. Her wings were flapping erratically, not enough to lift either of them off the ground, but they still stirred the grass, ripples flowing out from the two mares locked together in a patch of golden sunshine.
Fluttershy had never been loud even at the best of times and her sex life was no exception. The only sign of her second orgasm was a full-body lock-up, her wings flaring as she let out a squeaking cry, eyes screwed shut as the intensity, even more powerful than her first, blazed through her. Oh, she was rippling along the thick, fake stallion cock inside her, drawing it deeper with the sheer will of wanting it . . .
And then she went limp, panting with her tongue lolling out of her mouth, Pinkie Pie slowing her thrusting down to something gentle, teasing, and even something just a little soothing, letting the wash of pleasure and sensation just thrum through her. “Hmmmmmmmm.....”
“Wanna try for a third?” Pinkie asked, her muzzle sliding up the crest of her mane. “I've got some stamina left. Or should I stop?”
Fluttershy squirmed a little at the thought. It was tempting, but she was going to be sore if she acquiesced. She really wondered if one could explode a third time. Oh, she did hate making decisions sometimes. “I really think I should take care of you, after all. You've only had the one.”
“Silly limp-celery filly. One's always enough for me!” Pinkie kissed her on the ear and withdrew carefully, Fluttershy blushing at the slick sound of being slid out of. It was always... different... than it was going in. When she was open and waiting, it sounded like the most enticing sound in the world. But in the afterglow of two very satisfying climaxes...
“If you say so,” she murmured, managing to lift herself up a little bit onto her forelegs. “One day, though, I should try to push you towards a second.”
Pinkie collapsed next to her, unheeding of the glistening plastic between her stifles. “Maybe. Mom always said one was the best I could ever expect from any stallion!” She gazed fondly at Fluttershy. “Wow. You look really, really good!”
Fluttershy gave a dazed giggle. “Oh?”
“Yep! Ridden hard and still wet!”
“... Oh. Oh my.”
“Hey!” Rainbow Dash was waiting for them downstairs in the Carousel Boutique. “I've been looking for you guys! Are you having another unicorn/Earth Pony world domination meeting again?”
“Yeah,” Applejack shot back. “First on the agenda is getting smart-flank weather ponies on a leash so they keep cloud appointments!”
“Wanna go round again, AJ? I beat you two out of three bucks last time!”
Twilight looked at Rarity and gestured at the two with her horn. Rarity shook her head. “Never happening, dear. Both straight as arrows.”
Rainbow was in between them suddenly. “Huh?”
“Ignore them. We were just fillin' Twilight in on Fluttershy's little love nest saga. She and Pinkie are hiding away for a little bit today.”
“Oh.” Rainbow Dash looked askance at her. “You're not shocked, are you?”
“Well, a little hurt that I was the last to know,” Twilight admitted, “but you've all known her longer than I have, so it's only natural you'd figure it out before me.”
“Yeah, it's bad that she's got to deal with all that. It doesn't happen to a lot of Pegasi. And if any filly needs to have choices in her life, it's Fluttershy. I mean, I'd hate to have to go stallion-sniffing myself, and ruin any chance I ever had at the Wonderbolts.”
“Could still happen,” Applejack said. “May not happen a lot, but just because it does to a friend, don't mean you're safe from it.”
Fluttershy watched Pinkie Pie shake enthusiastically, water flying and casting rainbows everywhere. “Thank you, Pinkie Pie, once again. Um... thank you?”
“Oh, sure!” Pinkie said, grinning back at her from the edge of the pond. “It's always fun being sexy and fun with you, Fluttershy! You just let me know if anything ever changes, okay? We'll have to talk again then, which could be hard, but we won't have to worry about it until that time actually comes. Which reminds me, Twilight was following me all day. Applejack was going to head her off at the Corner, so I need to go and make sure she didn't end up stashed in the apple cellar so we could sneak off for sexy times! Later!”
Fluttershy watched Pinkie Pie hop away, as cheerful as ever. They'd been sneaking off together for nearly a year. But all their friends already knew. Except Twilight, of course. She really should bring her into the know, but, oh dear, that would be rather embarrassing. And there would be questions, too, which she'd really rather not answer.
With a sigh, she sank back down into the cool water, making sure to get her mane wet and remove the traces of her rather rough-and-tumble sex life. Her toy was wrapped up, stashed in her saddlebags. She'd clean it at home like she always did, and contemplate 'losing' it once again, only to slip it back into a drawer for the next time.
Twilight thought about leaping into a nearby bush as she spotted Pinkie Pie bouncing towards her, but the sheer irony of that whole action caused her to simply freeze in place.
“Hiya, Twilight! Sorry that I had to dash off like that.” Pinkie Pie hopped to a stop beside her, prancing slightly. “Did you want to follow me later this afternoon? Lots of interesting things could happen!”
She laughed lightly. “No thanks, Pinkie.” She glanced around, then turned to walk with Pinkie Pie. “Applejack and Rarity were telling me about... you know. It's absolutely none of my business, but they had to protect Fluttershy from me tripping over you. Is she all right?”
The giggle that Pinkie Pie gave just then, as innocent as it probably was, made Twilight want to blush. “She's okie-dokie-lokie!”
“Good. And I don't want to know any more than that. I'm... glad that she's got you. So is everypony else.”
“Aw, Twilight.” Pinkie Pie bumped shoulders and flanks with her, body-checking her into the wall of Quills and Sofas. “You'll grow up too, one day, and know what it's like!”
“Really?” came the strangled voice from the pony-shaped indent in the brickwork. “Tell me, what is it like, being all grown-up?”
