Fluttershy had been floating all week—literally. She felt so light that every moment had her wings flapping, and her hovering around like Rainbow Dash. With the collar on, she had felt safe, protected, and cared for, but even with it off she felt great about herself.

The weekend was nearing, and she was just taking care of feeding her furry friends for the second time that day, when she noticed the flag on her letterbox was raised. "Oh my, mail at this time of day? On a Friday?" She glanced at the old clock on her mantelpiece, and saw that it was getting towards late afternoon.

Fluttershy left the bottom half of her door closed, flitting through the upper half and out to her mailbox. Opening the back, she spotted a very pink letter within. The butterflies on her flank seemed to migrate to her belly as she flicked the flag down and opened the letter.

Fluttershy,

Pinkie Pie cordially invites you to dinner, snuggles, hugs, and cuddles.

—Pinkie Pie

Giggling, Fluttershy blushed at the idea of cuddles, hugs, and snuggles. "It doesn't say when…?" Looking at the letter, Fluttershy was still trying to work out the date when a pink hoof leaned in from one side and wrote, "Tonight" on it. "Pinkie?"

Wearing a big grin, Pinkie Pie slid the pencil she had used to correct her omission into her mane. "Well?" Enthusiasm was something Pinkie Pie knew well. She possessed so much of the stuff at times that it overwhelmed her ability to think or even feel, which was why it was so shocking to see such a level of excitement in her friend.

When the dive-bomber that was Fluttershy collided with Pinkie, the two tumbled completely twice, with Fluttershy ending up hugging Pinkie tightly. "I would love to go out on a date!" The moment she actually yelled it, Fluttershy's forehooves flew up to her snout and covered it, in shock.

Pinkie couldn't keep back her giggle. "Okie dokie lokie!" She booped Fluttershy on the little part of her nose that was accessible. She gazed up at Fluttershy, and saw something beyond what she would have been able to cope with before. There was hunger in Fluttershy's eyes, and while Pinkie Pie could tell it was for more than she could offer, she was perfectly okay with Pinkamena handling the rest. "Sooo…"

Shaking her head to clear it, Fluttershy spread her wings and flapped, hovering up into the air. "S-S-Sorry! I just got all excited, and I really, really wanted to show you that." For a moment Fluttershy felt her usual anxiety return, but she had laid herself bare to Pinkie, even if it was as Pinkamena, and there wasn't much left she could justify being anxious about. Even still, she still felt a little pang of worry.

It was a novel experience for Pinkie Pie to be the one picking themselves up, but she bounced eagerly to her hooves. "Well?" Pinkie reached a hoof out to Fluttershy.

"Huh?" A little confused, Fluttershy reached out a hoof to Pinkie's. "I don't know what you mean, isn't this for lat—" The moment her hoof was in Pinkie Pie's, Fluttershy was pulled along by her friend's strength. "You mean now?!"

Fluttershy's yell was much more in line with how Pinkie Pie expected. "Yup. I have sooo much planned!" And of course she did; Pinkie Pie considered the "date" at least as important as a party—which made it the most important part of Pinkie Pie's life at that moment.

Tugging on Fluttershy's hoof, Pinkie found a significant amount of resistance. "Is something wrong?" Concern suddenly filled Pinkie Pie with worry about Fluttershy.

"I have some things I need to do before I can go anywhere." Fluttershy felt Pinkie let go, and she zoomed back towards her house and headed within. When Pinkie Pie didn't follow, she poked her head over the lower half of her door. "Would you like to come inside?"

Giggling at her friend's reaction, Pinkie Pie pronked up to the house and through the door—as Fluttershy opened it fully. "Do you need any help with anything?"

"I-I just wanted to talk to you about the hypnosis thing. Did you want to do it before we go?" Despite her words, Fluttershy bustled around, finishing the last of her chores.

"What? No! I want to go out with you, not Pinkamena." Giggling, Pinkie Pie climbed up onto Fluttershy couch. "Well…" Rubbing a hoof on the floor, Pinkie stared down at it with a blush. "She does want to go out with you, but I think she would want to do something different. Besides, she's in the box."

Fluttershy jerked a little at the comment, turned, and looked at Pinkie Pie with a little surprise. "You put her in the—in the box?" Pinkie nodded to her. "I didn't expect that, but I assume you did it to not have her thoughts?"

"She wants to do all kinds of naughty things to you, and I didn't want to have to think about them too." Rocking a little in place, Pinkie Pie mentally examined her box-construct, and found the ribbon was quite secure. "She's perfectly safe."

Looking at her friend, Fluttershy was a little amazed that Pinkie Pie had expressed so much mental control without a trance. "If you opened the box now, do you think she would come out and you go in?"

The shift in the topic caught Pinkie a little off guard. She lifted a hoof to her chin and tapped it. "We could see. Our reservations have a while before we need to be there." And of course, without any further thought on the matter, Pinkie Pie mentally reached for the ribbons and tugged on them.

Pinkamena took a breath of air, smelled Fluttershy's slight scent on it, and smiled. The box was empty for a moment, and she mentally nuzzled at Pinkie Pie, gesturing towards the box. Her alternate perception of reality climbed into the box on her own, but not before Pinkamena slipped a stuffed Fluttershy doll in with her. Like magic, ribbons coiled around the box.

"I-I didn't mean right away!" Fluttershy watched as Pinkie's mane straightened, her features curved into the kind of smile Pinkie Pie would never wear. Pinkamena looked lascivious and hungry, and her amazingly blue eyes right on Fluttershy. "M-Mistress?"

"She planned out the whole evening…" Pinkamena tickled through the extensive plans of Pinkie's night. "This is only a test, pet, I shouldn't be out yet." Nonetheless, Pinkamena slid off the couch like a shark, and her body curved and bent with each step in a way that screamed sensuality.

Fluttershy stood dead still as Pinkamena sauntered up to her, and kissed her. It wasn't a soft, chaste kiss. Pinkamena shoved her tongue into Fluttershy's mouth, skimmed it over the pointed fangs, and practically sucked a relaxed sigh from her. Fluttershy's eyes drifted closed, and she relaxed into her Mistress' ministrations.

Pinkamena was hungry for her pet, and when she tapped gently on the box in her head, she whispered, "Just a few minutes," and distinctly heard a happy giggle in reply. She didn't close her eyes, but studied Fluttershy's expressions of submission instead. She leaned forward a little more, and her pet's wings fluffed up in surprise.

It was easy to keep in charge, as natural for Pinkamena as breathing. She watched in absolute delight as Fluttershy slowly folded herself down until she was lying on the floor. Finally, she started to pull her tongue back, stroking each long fang again so that when she pulled free, she left the slight coppery taste of blood behind.

Fluttershy didn't move a muscle, nor did she think. She was floating and happy, and the deliberate act of Pinkamena's—pressing her tongue to Fluttershy's fangs—gave her a reminder that her Mistress was there, without her having to look.

"Good filly." Pinkamena's smile curled higher at seeing Fluttershy's ears perk forward from a relaxed, sideways direction. "You aren't wearing your collar, but it isn't time to play yet. Wear it tomorrow, when you come to see me. She loves you, you know?"

Unwilling to move without her Mistress' command, Fluttershy floated free of the constraints of everyday thought. She would wear her collar tomorrow because Pinkamena said she would, it was no longer something within her power. When a gentle hoof booped her nose, she snapped her eyes open to see Pinkie Pie looking at her. "Pinkie?"

"And she loves you too." Pinkie giggled and booped Fluttershy again and bounced away. "Come on, we need to go!"

The raw excitement in Pinkie Pie's voice pulled Fluttershy from the meditation that Pinkamena had dominated her into. She shook out her wings and stood up, then smiled as she took off after Pinkie. The change from Mistress to friend seemed easier to follow with their mane changes.

Fluttershy zoomed along, and came up behind Pinkie, only to drop to the ground and walk beside her. "So you two worked out how to use that box without me?" She hadn't been expecting how much it would hurt not to have somepony to hypnotize, but there was some loss there that Fluttershy couldn't reconcile.

Pinkie Pie noticed when her friend's pace slowed, and she stopped to look at Fluttershy. "What's wrong?" Her own tail sagged a little, and she realized how much it hurt to see Fluttershy sad.

"Oh!" Fluttershy snapped from her spiral of sadness at the loss of her hypnotism subject. "N-Nothing." When she tried to draw her mane over one side of her face, however, Pinkie Pie walked around and stood in front of her.

"Nope. This won't do!" Reaching a hoof up, Pinkie gently touched Fluttershy's mane, and carefully lifted it to the side so each could see the other. "You went from happy to sad, something's got you down and I am going to get to the bottom of it!"

It was impossible for Fluttershy, she realized, to keep anything a secret from either Pinkie Pie or Pinkamena. When she looked right into Pinkie's eyes, she saw that time was not on her side. "I really like hypnotizing you."

The moment she said it, Fluttershy tried to pull back, to pull her mane back across and hide from the world, and her friend. But two strong forelegs wrapped around her and squeezed. Gasping, Fluttershy watched as Pinkie nuzzled against her neck.

"I didn't say I wanted that to stop." Pinkie giggled and was happy the problem was something she would enjoy helping with. "Although I don't think it is Pinkamena's thing, she likes to be in control."

Blinking at the surprising revelation, and the affectionate friend it came from, Fluttershy felt like she wanted to run screaming, or hug back. She decided on the latter. Anxiety flowed out of her, and Fluttershy couldn't help but smile. "Really?"

"Really. I Pinkie Promise." Leaning back, Pinkie Pie started the motions. "Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!" Steeling herself against possibly having a bad reaction to it, she leaned close again and kissed Fluttershy on the nose. It felt like a not-Pinkie-Pie thing for almost two heartbeats, then Fluttershy's face lit up with the biggest smile Pinkie had ever seen on her. Kissing suddenly became a Pinkie Pie thing.

Fluttershy was both surprised and delighted at the kiss, but it was the promise that meant everything to her. "Oh thank you so much, Pinkie Pie." She hugged her friend as tight as she could. "What time is dinner?"

Pinkie lifted a foreleg up and examined the bare back of it carefully. "We need to hurry!" She released Fluttershy from the hug, but grabbed her around the midsection. "Come on!"

"Wait I—" Words were useless, Fluttershy was pulled along faster than she had seen a lot of pegasi fly (although she was sure Rainbow Dash was still faster). As the path to town zipped past, Fluttershy could see Pinkie Pie's face, and her friend wore the biggest smile ever. Warm, tingly feelings started in Fluttershy's belly, and the moment they stopped—out the front of Savoir Fare's restaurant—she realized that it wasn't just butterflies this time. "P-P-Pinkie…"

Looking at Fluttershy, Pinkie tilted her head a little. "When did you get green fur dye?" She watched Fluttershy shake her head, and her normal yellow coloring was back. "I asked Savoir Fare for his best table."

Recovered from the shock of moving so fast, Fluttershy followed Pinkie Pie into the restaurant. A blue-maned and sharp dressed stallion sporting a very well cared for moustache, and an impeccable yellow-gray coat. It was (of course) the owner of the restaurant, Savoir Fare himself.

"Madam Pinkie Pie, Madam Fluttershy, of course it would be an honor to seat you both this evening." Savoir bowed to two of the heroes of Equestria. "Right this way if you please, I have your table ready and waiting."

Dinner was a mixture of new and fancy, and despite it being the strangest meal either mare had eaten in a while, it was still really tasty. The last course was out, and rather than two separate plates, Pinkie Pie ordered them a big bowl of ice cream, and two spoons.

Fluttershy hesitated, thus Pinkie Pie was first to strike. Reaching out, holding her long-handled spoon carefully, she scooped up a little of the ice cream onto it (an unusually small amount for Pinkie). Her eyes widened further when Fluttershy watched the spoon coming closer to her, not Pinkie Pie. "Pinkie, what are—" The spoon tapped Fluttershy's lower lip, and without thinking she opened her mouth.

Sugary, milky heaven flooded Fluttershy's mouth, and she felt a happy tingle run from her hooves to her head. Closing her eyes, she focused on the delicious flavor of the vanilla bean treat. "Mmmm."

"Good?" Pinkie didn't need to ask, she could tell Fluttershy was in ice cream heaven. Feeding her special friend delicious desserts was apparently a very Pinkie Pie thing, since it made her so happy. "More?"

With a shake of her head, Fluttershy picked up her own spoon, and reached out with her hoof—mimicking Pinkie—and holding the next spoonful up to her friend's lips.

Pinkie Pie was a little confused at first, expecting to spend the evening pampering Fluttershy, but when ice cream was offered she wouldn't turn it down. Opening her mouth, Pinkie Pie felt the spoon slide inside, and was delivered to ice cream heaven herself. "This is really good!"

Savoir watched the two heroes, and his Prench heart melted for them. It was ever a delight to him when two ponies in love came to his restaurant. "Un tel amour merveilleux…" He breathed a happy sigh and watched as, one after another, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie fed each other his finest ice cream.

All too soon the bowl was empty, and both mares set their spoons in the fine crystal and just gazed at each other. Pinkie was floating on a sea of very Pinkie Pie thoughts. She had made her friend happy, and it made her happy too. She wished there had been more ice cream, but such was not to be.

Gazing back at Pinkie, Fluttershy felt like she was mesmerized. Every feature on Pinkie's face looked new. The little curls at the corners of her mouth, the way she looked so full of life, and Pinkie's eyes, all worked together to hold Fluttershy until Savoir finally brought over their bill.

"Pardon." Savoir hated to break the moment, but they had already closed, and he couldn't wait any longer. It was dark outside, and he needed to clean up yet. "Did you enjoy yourselves?" The answer was obvious, but it was a way to get conversation flowing.

Fluttershy bit her lip from replying, and looked to Pinkie Pie instead.

"It was scrum-dilly-umptious!" Patting her belly, Pinkie Pie climbed from her seat and tried to rush around to help Fluttershy up. She was rebuffed by her friend, so instead just set a pile of bits on the table. "Thanks, Savoir!"

"Y-Yes, thank you." Fluttershy beamed at Savoir Fare, before turning her attention back to Pinkie Pie. "I could have helped pay…"

"No. Tonight was my treat." Pinkie Pie leaned in and kissed Fluttershy, only on the cheek, but seeing her friend blush and smile wide was its own reward. "Now I will walk you home." Pinkie waited for a slightly shell (kiss) shocked Fluttershy to catch up.

"O-Okay." Fluttershy spread her wings as if she would fly, but folded them again when she realized Pinkie—obviously—couldn't. Walking forward, she couldn't help but smile at the way their hips and shoulders touched with every other step. "This was really nice, Pinkie."

"It was." Pinkie was almost surprised at how much the evening felt like a Pinkie Pie thing, even though she thought it wouldn't be. "Thank you, Fluttershy."

"Me?" Blinking in surprise, Fluttershy almost stopped at the "accusation." While her thoughts raced, she felt Pinkie's lips touch hers, just for a moment. "You're kissing a lot."

"I like kissing." The defense was solid. Pinkie Pie had discovered that she did indeed enjoy kissing, when the recipient looked as happy as Fluttershy did when she kissed her.

"I thought all that would be a thing for Pinkamena." Just mentioning the name of her Mistress had Fluttershy's wings wanting to shoot up. Her body felt a little warmer, and she ruffled her feathers.

"Well, kissing you is also a Pinkie Pie thing." Pinkie was completely happy with her logic. She suddenly learned that hearing her say that was apparently a Fluttershy thing, because her friend's wings shot up in the air.

Trotting home beside Pinkie, Fluttershy struggled to get her wings down, and only managed it when she finally got inside her front door. "I'll see you tomorrow, Pinkie?"

"No you won't." Pinkie Pie reached a hoof up and booped Fluttershy on the nose. "Remember what she said? Pinkamena will be waiting for you at home." Turning, Pinkie started trotting back to Sugarcube Corner.

Fluttershy was nervous, excited, and generally shaking like a leaf. She wanted to go and meet Pinkamena, but she had been told to wear the collar. Her thoughts ran back to the previous evening, and hearing Pinkamena's hungry words, commanding words, telling her that she would wear the collar.

Taking a deep breath, Fluttershy opened the front door of her house and stepped outside. The collar was fastened around her throat. In the end it hadn't been bravery that carried her along, however, it was the belief that this wasn't a thing in her control. Lifting her head, perking her ears forward, Fluttershy trotted along the path towards town.

Pinkie Pie had hoped to keep the promise of the previous night, but when Cup Cake had needed an extra set of hooves while baking for the morning, she had—of course—volunteered. She worked as quickly and precisely as she could, baking everything to perfection. The doorbell had been ringing outside all morning as customers came in, but it wasn't until she saw Carrot's head poke into the back room that she looked up from her work.

"Pinkie Pie? Fluttershy is here. Take the day off, you were meant to anyway, and I think you two might have planned something?" Carrot smiled a little, and gave Pinkie a wink.

Pinkie almost dropped the tray of cupcakes, but recovered and set them onto the cooling rack. "We did!" She bounced towards the door, and out into the front room of Sugarcube Corner. Fluttershy was standing to one side, and Pinkie could see she was wearing her collar with every ounce of determination she could. A scratching at the inside of the box—in Pinkie's head—let her know that Pinkamena wanted out, and wanted out quickly. She didn't fight, Pinkie pulled at the ribbon and let her other self free.

She felt her mane and tail settle, and Pinkamena stood a little straighter than Pinkie normally would. Looking at Carrot Cake, she gave him a hint of a smile. "Thanks."

Whatever Fluttershy had been about to say to Pinkie died in her throat as Pinkamena was suddenly standing before her. Despite meeting her Mistress and owner in public, Fluttershy felt her mind melt into happy thoughts. "Mis—"

Pinkamena pressed a hoof to Fluttershy's snout, silencing her. "Shh. Just follow me." With a quick turn, Pinkamena led the way to the stairs. Down was the order of the day. Pinkamena didn't want her pet to scream in pleasure enough to alert the Cakes, or their customers.

Following as she was instructed, Fluttershy was fully within her fantasy of having no choice. She kept her snout closed, and it wasn't until Pinkamena closed the doors behind her that she realized they were in Pinkie Pie's Party Planning Place. "M-Mistress?"

"Good filly." The look on Fluttershy's face, when Pinkamena said the two, simple words, was exquisite to the domme. "Over on the bed." She pointed to the bed she had set up in the basement, to one side.

Eyes wide, Fluttershy trotted over to the cozy bed and started to climb on. At the head of the bed, she noticed an odd hook, and while she was still focused on it, she heard a click come from under her chin. A tugging sensation had her look up, not down at the noise. Fluttershy was gazing at Pinkamena's face.

"A pretty leash for a pretty pet." Pinkamena was already getting hard, and couldn't resist leaning in to sniff at Fluttershy's fur. "Mmm, I could eat you up." Instead, Pinkamena lifted her end of the leash up, and fastened it to the head of the bed, on the little hook Fluttershy had been so focused on.

The play was different to everything Fluttershy had expected. She had been ready for more rough sex, and when she spotted Pinkamena's penis she knew her guess had been right, but her Mistress had something else planned first. A delighted coo left Fluttershy's throat when the brush first found her fur. The second stroke down her back made her legs wobble, and the third set her wings to hanging at her sides.

Pinkamena was quite satisfied she had Fluttershy's reward just right. Looking at the two drooping wings, she resolved to find out about preening, but until then she kept up with brushing. A different brush was used for Fluttershy's mane, and with her pet making soft sighs with each stroke now, she moved on to her tail. "You were such a good filly for wearing your collar, I wanted to make sure you knew how much I appreciated it."

"Mmm thank you, Mistress." Fluttershy's brain wasn't working quite well enough to form more complex sentences, and as it was all her words blended together into a mumble. Her eyes were closed, and even when her Mistress nudged her dock aside, Fluttershy didn't care.

Timing a lick with a brush stroke, Pinkamena felt Fluttershy react a little to actual stimulation. "Hold still, pet." Again she brushed and licked, but this time Fluttershy actually leaned backwards a little. Another lick and stroke, then another, and she was tasting her pet's arousal.

At last her Mistress had started pushing further than Fluttershy's self-control could handle, and she began to moan. They started as slightly deeper breaths, but grew with each stroke and lick, until Fluttershy screwed her eyes closed and moaned for all she was worth.

Keeping up her ministrations, Pinkamena felt when Fluttershy pushed to the edge of her orgasm. Her pet was so subtle with her climaxes that it was difficult to detect she was even riding one, but the moment another lick came, Pinkamena could hear the little puffing breaths, and watched her pet's clitoris wink wildly. Licking her, Pinkamena stroked and brushed.

Trembling, Fluttershy rode along the waves of pleasure, ignoring how spaced out they made her feel. Devotion and love for her Mistress overwhelmed everything, but layered on top of the great feelings was her tail being brushed.

"You feel that? Brushing is going to be so much more fun now." Pinkamena grinned wide, and though she wasn't licking anymore, she could feel Fluttershy going through more delicious pleasure, and kept the brushing up as long as her orgasm persisted.

By the end of her climax, Fluttershy was arching her tail for each stroke of the brush, and with each run of the bristles she felt more aroused. Brushing had always been enjoyable for her, but she realized her Mistress wanted it to be more so. "Th-Thank you!"

Pinkamena pressed her lips under Fluttershy's arched tail, and landed them right on the other mare's plump anus. She didn't explore the fissure with her tongue, rather trailing around it. The gasp of surprise was music to her ears, and she wound up laying kisses all around the perfect, puckering, ponut.

"M-Mistress?" Fluttershy turned, her eyes barely open. Anal play had been their first time together, and though she had never really considered it before, Fluttershy had discovered that she adored it. She saw Pinkamena standing behind her, shaft rampant, and watched as Pinkamena smeared something over her own shaft.

"Pinkie purchased some things for me. It wasn't easy for her, because they were not very Pinkie Pie things." Pinkamena smiled sympathetically for her alternate self. "But she got them because she knew they would be needed to make you happy. It was a very strange party, but she planned it down to the smallest detail."

Fluttershy gasped when a dollop of something cool pressed to her anus. It felt slimy, but she understood what it was for. "Please…"

"You never have to ask, or beg." Climbing up on Fluttershy's back, Pinkamena jostled forward, sure she was leaving a mess on the bed. The tip of her shaft kissed first against Fluttershy's vulva, and teasingly Pinkamena pushed forward just a little.

Her back arching, Fluttershy spread her wings out and expelled a breath in a sudden squeal. But just as she was ready for her Mistress to sink into her vagina, she pulled out and pressed to her asshole instead. Her eyes bulged, and this time her voice was silent when pressure started to build.

Fluttershy's forelegs folded under her, and she weakly flapped her wings as Pinkamena pushed inside inch by inch. With her mane splayed out around her face, Fluttershy squeezed her eyes closed and started to pant.

"Are you a good filly?" Leaning over Fluttershy, Pinkamena lifted one back leg up to hook it over Fluttershy's hips. With a more firm grip now, she shoved all the way down and in. Without a pause, Pinkamena pulled back, then shoved again.

Each pant came with a soft whine, but nothing about the situation hurt Fluttershy. She was being used by her Mistress and nothing could make her happier. Each thrust filled her with a wealth of sensations, not the least of bit bloating. She loved feeling Pinkamena inside her, stretching her, forcing her to fit that heavy shaft. A sharp sting came from her ear, and Fluttershy could feel her Mistress' lips wrapped around it, while her teeth claimed it.

Each thrust brought Fluttershy closer to her own climax, but it wasn't what she wanted—what she craved. She yearned to feel the hot rush of her Mistress inside her, and so struggling against the constant rush of friction and pressure, she tried to squeeze and milk at Pinkamena's shaft.

Pinkamena neither could, nor wanted to hold back. Fluttershy's change in tactics delighted her, and she knew what her pet wanted. Speeding up, she was flush with excitement as she felt the telltale pressure build in her prostate.

Fluttershy felt the stiffness in Pinkamena, and felt her Mistress clamp her teeth a little tighter on her ear. The rush of heat was everything she could have wanted, and with each jet of hot seed in her bowels, her world rocked. A deep, undulating moan came from her throat, and Fluttershy didn't even realize she was still squeezing with each jerk of her diaphragm, constantly massaging Pinkamena's length.

Releasing Fluttershy's ear, Pinkamena jerked her hips back. "Not done yet." She shoved forward, ignoring the oversensitive stimulation of her shaft in an effort to push her pet into greater pleasure. "You will know when I'm done."

Rocking, Fluttershy had surrendered completely to whatever Pinkamena wished, and it seemed the wish of her Mistress was to give Fluttershy constant, rolling orgasms. It was wonderful, it was amazing, and Fluttershy wanted nothing else but to be with her friend, and her mistress.

Author's Note

Fluttershy: One thing I am curious about though, do you plan on helping Pinkie integrate some of her repressed feelings from Pinkamena into her normal parsona?

"I-I had been trying to do that, with her only putting her promise into the box, but Pinkie Pie and Pinkamena are both as easy to keep up with as a chicken running through the Everfree Forest." Fluttershy blushed a little, and had a smile on her lips.

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