More Than Friendship

Fluttershy was in the office at the shelter filling in the estimated quantities of food required for the coming week when the bell above the door rang out. She went through to find Trixie by the rabbits. “Trixie?”

“Oh, hey Fluttershy,” said Trixie with an odd energy to her. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“I work here,” pointed out Fluttershy, a little confused because Trixie knows that.

“Oh yeah, that must be fun,” said Trixie still acting a little odd.

The two stood looking at each other in a very awkward silence.

“Can I help you with anything?” asked Fluttershy after ten seconds of silence.

“Um, is Rainbow Dash about? I can’t get hold of her.”

“She’s spending the afternoon with Scootaloo. Why do you need her?”

“I, er, I wanted her advice about something,” admitted Trixie. “Maybe you could help?”

“I don’t know how much help I’ll be. I don’t really know much about anything you’d ask Rainbow about.”

“Well, you might.” Trixie steadied herself. “I have a date tonight and I am, maybe, a little, slightly… panicking a lot.”

“But you’ve dated lots of guys.”

“Alright, I’m going to tell you something and if you ever repeat it I will deny it. OK?” Fluttershy nodded. “I’ve never dated anyone, that’s all just rumours I started to look popular,” said Trixie quickly and quietly.

“Oh, so you want advice about your first ever date?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, I can help you with that,” said Fluttershy happy that Trixie trusted her enough. “Where’s he taking you?”

“Actually I’m taking her.”

“You are!” Fluttershy was nearly bouncing with excitement at this admission. “Who is she?”

“Sugarcoat. I might have slightly fell for her at your party.”

“That’s wonderful,” squealed Fluttershy giving in and hugging Trixie. “Where are you taking her?”

“For ice cream. Twilight said she had a strict childhood and she’s posh so she’ll never have had food that you put together and cover with all kinds of things so I’ll get her lots of flavours and toppings and pray to Hylia she like it.”

“You’re trying to give her the childhood she missed out on? That’s so sweet. I’m sure she’ll love it.”

“I hope so but the bit I’m worrying about is the end. How do you know if she wants me to kiss her? It’s kind of expected at the end of the first date right?”

“If the date went well then yes,” said Fluttershy. She was amazing Trixie was letting herself be so vulnerable in front of her. “I guess only you can know is she wants kissed but if she’s standing close and maintaining eye contact or looking at your lips that’s a good cue.”

“And what do I actually, you know, do?” asked Trixie quietly.

“You’ve never kissed anyone?” asked a shocked Fluttershy.

“Not so loud,” begged Trixie, amazed she was saying that to Fluttershy. “I mean, I have but I just want some advice because I think this one needs to be really good.”

“Alright, um, well if you’re standing close.” began Fluttershy as she moved to stand directly in front of Trixie to show her. “If you’re going to kiss her you need to pay attention to her body as well. I’ll be you and start the kiss.”

Fluttershy moved in closer to Trixie so their chests were pressed together a little and looking lovingly into her eyes. She placed her hands gently on Trixie’s hips as she leaned in and stopped just an inch from her nervous lips. Trixie was suddenly very aware Fluttershy smelled like strawberries.

“Then you kiss and I’m not demonstrating that,” whispered Fluttershy, her hot breath touching Trixie’s lips and causing some odd feelings. “While you’re kissing make sure to use your hands. You can run your hands up her back and hold her tight.”

As Fluttershy demonstrated this by slowly caressing up Trixie’s back, her lips still just an inch from hers, she stopped just below her shoulder blades before pressing her into her magnificent chest causing more confusing feelings in Trixie.

“If she’s wearing her hair down you can run your hands through it, that’s really nice.”

“It is?” said Trixie a little distantly.

Fluttershy suddenly realised the position she was in and shot back two steps as her cheeks turned red. “I’m sorry,” she whispered looking at her feet.

“Don’t be,” said Trixie as she recovered. “That was just the kind of advice I wanted. Maybe more hands on than I’d thought. So, next question. What if she wants ‘more’.”

“More?”

“As in ‘all the way’.”

“Oh I don’t think Sugarcoat’s the kind of girl to go ‘all the way’ on the first date.”

“I don’t either but what if she is? What kind of things do women not in porn do?” Fluttershy looked genuinely afraid at this question and glancing around the room for a distraction. “Please Fluttershy,” said Trixie softly to try and coax some advice from her. “Just some pointers?”

“Well, um, OK,” began Fluttershy a little uncertainly. “If you’re, um, kissing and you know both of you are into it you can, um, moves your hands down to her, um...”

“Rear?” suggested Trixie.

“Yes, rear. That’s a good signal you want more. If she likes it you can squeeze a little but you need to give her attention everywhere else as well. You can stroke across her back and through her hair and when you’re both absorbed in the kiss you slide your hands underneath her top.”

Trixie leaned against the wall trying to visualise all this to help her remember everything that was said.

“You break off the kiss to look her in the eyes,” continued Fluttershy, “as you slowly lift her top up so she knows you want her and you can see she wants it too. You kiss her again as your hand slides up her toned stomach and when you reach her chest you break off and pull her top off completely.”

Trixie noticed Fluttershy’s voice was getting a little distant.

“You look in her eyes and tell her how beautiful she is before kissing her again as your hands go to her chest, cupping, squeezing. You then take off her bra and kiss her chest, kissing her nipples...”

Fluttershy was now cupping her own chest and squeezing very firmly as she stared into the middle distance. Trixie found herself feeling a little hot as Fluttershy continued.

“Pinch the... twist... bite them. Slide your hand down her chest and stomach and into her skirt to her clit. Stroking around it, slide a finger between her lips. She’s so wet.” Fluttershy was frozen in position still cupping her own breasts and seemed to be telling the story for her benefit more than Trixie’s. “Dip your fingers into her pussy to make her squirm and then touch her clit with your finger to make her shiver. Rubbing her clit makes her squeal and then you lick along her wet pussy, tasting how much she loves you. Your tongue flicks her clit and you finger her again. She’s burning and all she can think about is you and wants you to do this for ever. Licking, fucking, she’s begging for it, you go faster and...”

“And…” croaked Trixie who wasn’t aware her hand was pressed between her legs.

“And… I, um, I have to… excuse me.” With that Fluttershy dashed through to the back and into the staff toilet. She locked the door, flipped up her skirt as she sat down before thrusting three fingers into her sodden panties and into her pussy.

It had been days since she’d had sex and telling Trixie how it’s done had been too much. She needed more. She withdrew her sodden fingers and took her top and bra off, leaving a wet print of pre-cum on both before sliding her panties down to her knees. She grabbed one of breasts as she thrust back into her pussy, fingering herself furiously. She thought she should maybe take out her phone and put some porn on but there was no time.

She’d never thought of herself as the kind of girl to watch porn but, one morning when Rainbow was out, she had done so to try and satisfy herself and had ending up spending an hour clicking through the suggested videos. Eventually a lesbian hentai had been suggested and she had watched with interest and one hand between her legs. She’d then watched through several recommended ones from there until she came across one involving lots of tentacles. She’d been a little disturbed watching it, not by the content but by how much it turned her on to see two girls being fucked by a pile of tentacles. Later in the day she’d found one called Bible Black that introduced her to the concept of Futas. She’d had dreams of Rainbow magically growing a cock and fucking to the edge of sanity. She’d since bookmarked Tentacles and Witches and the first episode of Bible Black to watch.

As thoughts of what she had seen and what she had imagined Rainbow doing to her, Fluttershy felt a hand on the breast she herself wasn’t toying with. No one had entered and she felt safe so moved her hand away from her chest and down to allow a few extra fingers to work her clit as she fucked herself.

As she began groaning at the sensations from her hands and chest her hips began rocking against her fingers as she pushed another in and felt how tight she was and loved the sensation of being stretched. She could feel her nipples being twisted and let out a long groan of pleasure as she doubled her efforts on her clit. Her whole body began to shake as she felt herself coming. Rapid, gasping yelps of delight echoing round the bathroom as she came.

She lay there for a few seconds to get her breath back before she was struck by a terrifying thought, what if Trixie heard that? She hurriedly put her bra and top back on before using some toilet paper to try and get some of her juices out of her panties and to wipe down the rather wet lid. She flushed the toilet to remove the evidence and returned to the shop floor where Trixie was seemingly having a staring match with a hamster.

“Better?” asked Trixie as she heard Fluttershy return. “You sound adorable when you cum.”

She broke off her staring match at the terrified squeak from Fluttershy and turned to see her looking six inches shorter with her arms crossed in front of her chest and apparently trying to hide in her hair. Her big cyan eyes were staring at her in fear.

“That’s good, that’s awesome,” said Trixie swiftly. “If you’d kept talking I would have had to do that too.” Seeing Fluttershy still staring in fear, Trixie realised what she was really afraid of. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Promise?” whispered Fluttershy.

“Cross my heart and… do something with cupcakes.” Trixie didn’t really pay much attention to Pinkie. “I came to you for advice and I’m not making fun of you for your advice being a bit… hot. You left off at ‘and’.”

“Um, well she does what I just did. Then she does the same to you as you keep doing it to her.”

“You and Rainbow Dash must have some crazy good fun.”

“We do,” said Fluttershy reminding herself that it was quality not frequency she wanted now. It was hard to remember that, she still wanted Rainbow daily but knew she had to be less needy.

“I know this can’t have been easy for you but I really appreciate it,” said Trixie as she hugged Fluttershy. “Can I maybe, call you, to discuss the date afterwards in case I mess up?”

“I could do that.”

“Great. Now just tell me everything will be awesome tonight.”

“Everything will be awesome tonight.”

“I don’t need to be told it’ll be awesome,” scoffed Trixie. “Of course it will. I’m Trixie, everything I do is awesome. Later”

“Just make sure you ask her questions and listen to her talking about herself,” Fluttershy added.

As Trixie left, Fluttershy realised just how much of her cocky image was an act. She hoped she would be able to balance who she pretended to be with who she is on her date. The girl she had been taking to was friendly and sweet and asked for help instead of assuming she could do anything. So long as Sugarcoat saw some of her, then they might have a nice end to the evening.

Trixie was waiting at the arranged meeting spot with her date a little early, just to be safe. She was probably more nervous than she’s ever been and was trying not to pace back and forth and maintain her confidant image. She’d told Sugarcoat it was just a casual place and not to dress up but she had put on a classy knee length skirt, two inch heeled ankle boots and a smart blouse. She hadn’t meant to be as well dressed but then she remembered that Sugarcoat’s posh version of casual was probably a lot smarter than hers.

She was glad she’d gone smarter as when Sugarcoat arrived she was wearing similar outfit but the skirt was shorter showing quite a bit of leg, she had on knee socks and a few buttons on her blouse were undone showing just a bit of cleavage. She wasn’t particularly busty, she’d be lucky to be pushing C cups, but she was clearly trying to impress Trixie in the traditional manner. She was also wearing her hair down, revealing it reached her knees and it was swishing back and forth with every step. Watching her approach, Trixie felt the same odd sensation she’d felt on stage.

“Hey,” said Trixie as Sugarcoat neared.

“Hello,” said Sugar with uncharacteristic reservation.

“Um, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you. I wasn’t sure if this would be casual enough but I see I judged it correctly.” Sugarcoat then remembered that she should complement her date too. “You’re very attractive as well.”

“Thanks,” giggled Trixie. She wasn’t sure why she giggled but Sugarcoat complimenting her just seemed exciting. “So we’re heading this way.”

She turned to indicate which way they were heading as Sugarcoat fell into step beside her. The two girls walked in a slightly awkward silence until Trixie started some equally awkward small talk. By the time they reached the ice cream parlour, she was thinking she should offer Sugarcoat the choice to leave now because she felt she had blown it already. She decided Sugarcoat would be blunt enough to just leave if she wanted to, so opened the door for her instead.

“This seems juvenile,” commented Sugarcoat as they entered the colourful establishment.

“Well it’ll be nothing like what you’re used to, I think, and I admit we are at the upper end of the target age range. It is, however, much better than some fancy place.”

Trixie was feeling a little more confident now. This felt like performing for an audience and as they waited in line she told her date about how much she loved coming here as a kid and how she thought Sugarcoat would have missed out in this experience. She was relieved when Sugarcoat confirmed her guess by admitted that she had never been to such a place, her parent would consider this well below her standing.

As they were ordering, Sugarcoat was amazed at the choice of flavours. The restaurants where her family went for dinner would serve a small selection of premium ice creams but, here, there were two dozen flavours. She chose two scoops of what she knew she liked and two of Trixie’s recommendations. The toppings were also new to her and she followed Trixie’s lead by loading up on everything. They found a table and Trixie watched as Sugarcoat apprehensively took a spoonful of one the unusual flavours.

“That’s unusual but quite pleasant,” said Sugarcoat as she realised Trixie was looking for her opinion.

“I knew you’d like it,” said Trixie as she took a spoonful from the scoop in her own bowl “It’s one of my favourites.”

They talked a little as they ate, discovering they shared some taste in music and films though to Trixie’s horror Sugarcoat had never played a single videogame. About half way through her bowl, Sugarcoat felt an odd cold sensation in her forehead and as she took another spoonful felt it turn into a very painful stabbing sensation. She clutched her forehead, managing to keep any verbal expression of pain quiet, and looked up to see Trixie grinning at her.

“Brain freeze?” she asked knowing full well it was.

“This is brain freeze?” hissed Sugarcoat rocking back and forward slightly. She knew of the phenomenon but had never experienced it before.

“It’ll be gone in a few seconds.” Sure enough, after ten seconds or so the pain receded. “I’m guessing you’ve never had it before.”

“No, why did happen?” asked Sugarcoat.

“Beats me, I never get it,” said Trixie as she rounded up the last remnants from her bowl and sucked the spoon clean in a way she hoped would be seen as sensual. This was lost on Sugarcoat.

“Is it magic?” she asked with a smile.

Trixie paused at that odd comment. How could it be magic making her immune to brain freeze? She then noticed Sugarcoat’s smile and realised was making a joke.

“I apologise. I realise there’s little logic behind that comment but I was hoping to use it to segue into the question I asked at Twilight’s party.”

“Which question?” asked Trixie. Her memories of her conversations with Sugarcoat were a panicked jumble.

“Where were you keeping your doves?”

“A magician never reveals her secrets," she proclaimed, though she couldn't just leave her answer at that. "They’re called Fi and Midna and they’re the best behaved doves I’ve had. I had two others before who flew away one day and never came back. I’ve a couple of rabbits as well called Lana and Cia.” She realised she was starting to ramble on about herself and her magic and remembered Fluttershy’s advise to talk to your date “So, em, you, like magic?”

“Yes. I saw a magician at a party when I was three and told me parents I wanted to be one. That was when they decided I shouldn’t socialise with lesser intellects and started hiring tutors for me to ensure I would fulfil my potential.”

Trixie was struggling not to take the link between magicians and ‘lesser intellects’ personally.

“May I add that my parent’s views on magic do not accurately represent my own,” she added seeing her date’s discomfort. “I continue to be fascinated by magic as a logic exercise.”

“You mean you like figuring out how it’s done?”

“Yes, watching masters of sleight of hand and misdirection is excellent for improving observational skills.”

“Are your parents still against that?”

“I find my opinions differing from my parents after I saw the effects of the values taught to me by them and former Principle Cinch.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I believe that isolating one’s self to ensure no attachments is not the only way to be successful. We believed that any personal attachment would only create a vulnerability to be manipulated.”

“That does sound like a pretty lonely way to grow up,” said Trixie feeling sorry for her date and a little bit touched she was opening up.

“With hindsight I now know that it was. It was also strictly enforced in us that if such attachments were to form, it would only be between a male and female and would be to increase the social standing of both parties.”

“So that’s why you were all looking at Rainbow, Fluttershy, Sweetie Drops and Lyra oddly at the game’s closing party,” said Trixie as the mystery was finally explained. “Lesbians weren’t on the curriculum at Crystal Prep?”

“Such things were considered unnatural.”

A thought occurred to Trixie but, if it was correct, then it was too horrible to bring up. She decided they needed to get out of the deep waters their conversation had found itself in. “I’ve got lots of magic props at home if you want to come over and see if you can figure me out.”

“Would you be expecting sex?” asked Sugarcoat bluntly.

Trixie opened and closed her mouth a few times before finding her conversational feet again. “I would not now, but once we know each other better I would be very open to the idea,” she said trying to be diplomatic about saying she would love to have sex with her later in the relationship.

“I believe the convention is the third date, yes?”

“Well, I guess so but that’s just a sort of guide. If you have sex sooner, then you might be seen as a slut.

“Which neither of us would want.”

“Are you thinking there’ll be a third date?” she asked tentatively.

“I find you pleasant company after the initial awkwardness. I should apologise for my withdrawn behaviour both here and at the party. I was nervous.”

“No need, I thought I was blowing it too. I nearly asked if you wanted to leave before we even got here.”

The two girls laughed at themselves for thinking they had been blowing it. This admission helped diminish the odds of Trixie’s horrible thought being correct.

They stayed there for another hour talking about their families, embarrassing things they’ve done and then landed on holidays. Trixie was astonished to learn Sugarcoat’s family owned a luxury villa in the south of France and would go there at least six times a year. Sugarcoat was in turn astonished that Trixie had never even left the country. She almost invited Trixie to France with her family but realised that was a little much for a first date.

As they left, both thought about taking the other’s hand and caught the other looking at their hand, but neither made a move. As they reached the spot Sugarcoat was getting picked up from, they were both feeling a little warm with embarrassment and Trixie was frantically trying to remember Fluttershy’s advice about this part.

“I enjoyed out date,” said Sugarcoat into the awkward silence.

“Me too,” said Trixie positioning herself facing her date ready to make a move. She didn’t.

A few awkward seconds passed as each girl looked at the other, glancing over her body.

“I...” began Trixie but she was interrupted as Sugarcoat darted forwards and kissed her on the lips.

“You’re so pretty,” she said quietly as she stepped back.

Now certain Sugarcoat wanted this, Trixie stepped forward, put her hands on her date’s hips and slowly leaned in. As their lips met again both parted their lips cautiously and felt the other’s tongue. As the kiss grew in confidence, Trixie ran her hands up Sugarcoat’s back and pressing her into her. She then took one hand further up and ran her fingers through Sugarcoat’s silken hair. Sugarcoat responded by wrapping her arms tightly around Trixie’s waist.

After what felt like minutes which was in fact about twenty seconds, the two broke apart the kiss but didn’t quite want to let the other go yet.

“That was very enjoyable.”

“You’re so pretty,” echoed Trixie with a grin.

“Do we already have a couple’s in-joke?” asked Sugarcoat.

“I think we do. Can I ask a question?” asked Trixie, getting a nod in response. Now was the time to voice her horrible thought which had been further diminished by that kiss. “Did you accept my invitation because this would be part of your teenage rebellion against your parents?”

“That was a large part of my reasoning,” admitted Sugarcoat and then realised that was the wrong information to start with as she saw Trixie’s face fall. “I did think you would be acceptably pleasant company and now I would not count any form of rebellion as a reason for a second date.” Trixie’s face lit up once more as she leaned in a kissed her again. “I would add that I would still like to keep the nature of our relationship hidden from my parents.”

“Totally understand,” said Trixie as she and Sugarcoat let go of each other.

They’d parted just in time as Sugarcoat’s lift rounded the corner. Trixie said her goodbyes and left as the car approached to prevent any form affection beyond friendship being picked up. She now had to wait until she got home before phoning Fluttershy. She was glad she had asked if she could because she so needed to tell someone.

As she arrived home, Trixie walked casually up to her bedroom , sat at her desk and called Fluttershy.

“How’d it go?” asked an eager Fluttershy.

“Am I on speaker?”

“No.”

“Then I’ll do something that you will never tell anyone about. OK?”

“Um, alright?”

“She wants to see me again!” shouted Trixie down the phone with no trace of her usual cool before breaking out into excited laughter.

“Nice one Trixie!” shouted Rainbow from the other end causing Trixie to freeze up.

“I thought you said I wasn’t on speaker phone,” she growled

“You not,” said Fluttershy urgently, afraid of Trixie being mad at her. “You were just really loud and Rainbow was next to me.”

“Hmph, fine then,” grumbled Trixie, accepting that excuse. “You might as well put me on speaker.”

“So did you get some?” asked Rainbow with a note of glee in her voice.

“Rainbow Dash!” scolded Fluttershy. “You can’t just ask her that.”

“We were both really awkward at the start,” began Trixie ignoring the immature one at the other end, “but it went well and I think we’re on for a second date. She even likes magic.”

“So plenty to talk about. Did you need any of my advice?”

“I did,” answered Trixie trying and failing not to sound smug. “She seemed to like it.”

“What advice?” asked Rainbow.

“Fluttershy gave me some pointers on how to kiss right. And then some.”

She couldn’t see it, but Trixie knew Rainbow Dash was giving Fluttershy an imploring look at the other end.

“I may have given some pointers in case Sugarcoat was a first date, ‘all the way’ kind of girl.”

“And you like your own advice a little too much,” added Trixie with only a hint of malice.

She heard Fluttershy sigh at the other end of the phone. “I may have turned myself on,” explained Fluttershy to Rainbow. “And I, um, had to go somewhere private. Alone.”

Trixie was puzzled as to why Fluttershy needed to clarify she was alone. She, and everyone else outside of Rainbow and Fluttershy group, was unaware of her dalliances.

“When was this?” asked Rainbow.

“A little after three. Why?”

“’Cos I felt weird this afternoon. Really hot and it felt like my hands were, em, well, busy.”

Trixie was sure that could only mean one thing and could envisage Rainbow Dash’s hands on Fluttershy’s mammoth chest. “Do you two use magic during sex?”

“That’s maybe something for another time,” replied Fluttershy.

“Fine, I can’t force you I guess.”

“So what all happened?” asked Fluttershy getting back to business.

Trixie walked them through the date, the ways she thinks she messed up, Sugarcoat’s mention of the third date rule and that the date had been her teenage rebellion. She found it really helped to talk it through with two people who knew what they were doing and it gave her more confidence for the next date.