Our Sacred Spot

Cheerful ukulele music drifted down the staircase as Fluttershy ascended to the Sugar Cube Corner loft. “Pinkie, I'm coming up. Don't let me scare you.”

The music stopped and the licorice lined room sat empty.

“Pinkie? Where did you go?”

The late afternoon sun filtered through multiple windows in the vaulted ceiling and cast Pinkie's candy themed bedroom in an orange glow. Abandoned musical instruments littered the long central table, as well as sheet music and piles of documents and maps. Fluttershy greeted Pinkie's pet alligator Gummy, who waddled across the red tablecloth and gnawed the tuba's mouthpiece.

A sheet of paper on the nearest chair displayed a message written in pink marker: “Look out behind you!”

Fluttershy whirled around and came face to face with a platypus doll tied to a balloon. She backed up into the table and something grabbed her leg and she yelped and bolted into the air. The tablecloth lifted and Pinkie emerged with a sheepish grin. “You gotta watch out for those pesky table monsters.”

Nervous laughter escaped Fluttershy as she floated back to the floor. “I'm not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Nah. Just practicing my one mare band routine. Wanna take a load off?”

Fluttershy unhooked her saddlebags, placed them on the table, and pulled out her presents. “Here's a jar of glitter and some bows I thought might look pretty on you.”

Pinkie hoisted the silver glitter into the sunlight. “Oooh, extra sparkly.”

“That's made from plants instead of plastic, so it's biodegradable and non-toxic.”

“Neato! Thanks for saving me a trip to the store, but you didn't have to bring anything. I'm just glad you showed up.”

Fluttershy poked at the ukulele resting on the table. “So what did you have planned?”

“I dunno. Whatever tickles your fancy I guess.” Pinkie hummed a lively tune as she arranged several of the blue bows in her mane and checked them out in the mirror on her bedside bureau. “We could go hiking and bird watching. Or we could chill at the lake, swim a little, relax on the beach, the usual stuff. Whaddya say?”

A bouquet of balloons floated above Pinkie's bed, anchored to the headboard with string, and in their colorful shadows stretched a teal blanket adorned with alternating heart and candy patterns. Pinkie turned and followed Fluttershy's gaze, and then a suggestive smile spread across Pinkie's muzzle. “Or we could stay inside and find something else to do. Something even more relaxing.”

Fluttershy's knees weakened and she sank into the nearest chair. “Is this a mistake? I don't want to hurt our friendship, but I can't stop thinking about the other day.”

Pinkie crossed the room with gentle strides and placed her hoof on Fluttershy's shoulder. Those big blue eyes made her feel like everything would be okay no matter what. Pinkie drifted closer, gauging Fluttershy's reaction, and they both leaned into a tender kiss. Pinkie's lips were soft and inviting and tasted like cinnamon and blueberries and whatever else she sampled from the bakery that afternoon. The same spark from two days ago warmed Fluttershy's chest, and she melted back into the chair like she was made of taffy.

Pinkie broke away and Fluttershy let out a little moan of disappointment. “Did that feel like a mistake?” Pinkie asked.

Fluttershy whimpered. “No. Maybe. I don't know! Ever since I came to Ponyville, I've been searching for something just beyond my grasp, but I have no idea what I'm doing.”

Pinkie's gaze fell to the confetti strewn floor. “Welcome to the party.”

“What? I've been embarrassed this whole time because you're younger than me and have everything figured out. I mean, you seem so comfortable being, well, you.”

Pinkie dropped back onto her haunches and chuckled. “The only thing I've figured out is we get one spin on this crazy merry-go-round we call life, so you may as well have some fun before the ride ends.” Pinkie sat on the edge of her bed and patted the sheets. “Maybe we can figure something out together.”

For so long Fluttershy had been wandering through a dark woods, and now Pinkie revealed a new path. The stairs to the lobby beckoned as an escape to her old life, a miserable yet predictable routine, while Pinkie offered the terrifying possibility of change.

“What about the future?” Fluttershy muttered. “We're heading toward a nightmare.”

“We can't let tomorrow stop us from living today.”

If Fluttershy didn't seize this opportunity she would never forgive herself. She staggered across the room on shaky legs and joined her friend. The mattress sank with their combined weight as Pinkie pulled her into an accepting embrace. Pinkie set aside the bubbly mare obsessed with party cannons and streamers and exploding pranks and revealed the wistful mare underneath who once farmed rocks in a dusty field. For the longest time they shared cautious kisses while rubbing each other's sides. Pinkie's pleasantly plump figure was so alluring, and whenever they smooshed together their soft coats intermingled with a satisfying frizz.

A warm tension bloomed inside Fluttershy, and she whimpered like a pathetic mare who didn't know what she was doing. Pinkie pulled her close. “You can talk to me about anything. I'll never judge you, and I keep secrets no matter what. Pinkie promise.”

Fluttershy confessed something she never dreamed of sharing with her coltfriends. “I've been confused for such a long time. About what I want. About sex.” Fluttershy squeezed her eyes shut and trembled. “I hate my gangly body, and I hate what's under my tail!”

Pinkie enveloped her in a deep hug and caressed the back of her shoulders. “Shhh, everything will be okay. Just do me a super special favor and never, ever say you hate part of yourself. I wouldn't let another pony insult you, and I won't let you either.” Fluttershy somehow always forgot Pinkie was an earth pony, and that strength hiding underneath the surface provided a welcome comfort. Pinkie ran her hoof along the side of Fluttershy's face and cradled her chin. “You're a silly goose, you know that? You're so much prettier than I could ever be. But that's not why I like you.” Pinkie kissed her on the forehead and brushed a hoof through her long mane.

“I like you too,” Fluttershy said, her face warming. “But I've never been with a mare before. I might need your, um… guidance?”

“Sure thing. Just think of me as your training wheels. And this might not be breaking news, but I've been around the block a few times. I've partied with stallions and mares, sometimes at the same time. Does that bother you?”

“Not at all. I wouldn't begrudge another mare her inner flame. But was it always there, or did you have to find it?”

Pinkie rolled onto her back and stared at the spacious ceiling. “Funny thing about flames—you might end up hurting yourself. Or someone else.” A distant memory crossed Pinkie's eyes as she rubbed nervous circles into the mattress. “My parents were super strict. They told my sisters and me to avoid sins of the flesh. They said we should save ourselves until we married a stallion who had done the same. They wanted me to stay on the farm and help, but that wasn't for me, so I left and looked for my place in the world. I've always had this nagging guilt I abandoned them. That I was selfish.”

Fluttershy played with the tuft of fur on Pinkie's chest. “If you stayed on that farm the world would be so much gloomier. And even worse, we wouldn't have met.”

Pinkie held Fluttershy's hoof and took a deep breath. “My drive was always super strong, and I didn't know how to deal with it when I left all the old rules behind. I was confused like you, but I went too far in the other direction and put my faith in ponies I shouldn't have. Right now I don't want to make some huge commitment for life or anything like that, but I want to be with someone I can trust. Someone like you.”

Fluttershy's heart pounded against her chest. Her mouth opened for a moment before she managed the words. “I… I like the sound of that. A lot.”

“I know being with me is embarrassing—”

“Not true.”

“Aww, you're sweeter than rock candy, but I would feel awful if I hurt your reputation. Let's be secret marefriends for now. This can be our own little game.” Pinkie trailed her hoof down Fluttershy's side and lingered at the swell of her hip. “Is this okay?”

Fluttershy lost herself in Pinkie's soothing eyes and nodded.

“Funny,” Pinkie said, admiring Fluttershy's cutie mark. “Butterflies and balloons. Do we fly where we want, or only where the wind takes us?”

“I'll go wherever you take me.”

They pressed together with an unsteady awkwardness as they angled their muzzles the wrong way for a proper kiss, mirroring each other's mistakes and giggling as they bumped noses. Pinkie's hooves glided over Fluttershy's curves, massaged her rump, and stoked the wonderful warmth under her tail. Fluttershy shivered while Pinkie kneaded her soft cheeks and enveloped her in a secure hug. Maybe Pinkie had regrets and bitter memories, but she was resilient and loving and so at ease with her own desires.

“I wish,” Fluttershy said with some difficulty, “I wish I could borrow a speck of your confidence and keep it in my saddlebag like a magic charm.”

“Do you have problems with your fire? Do you wish it were stronger?”

“Not exactly. But it always made me uncomfortable, like sex was something imposed on me, like my desires weren't my own.”

Pinkie loosened her grip. “Am I imposing?”

“No, no, I mean—it's like I've never had space to breathe. When I dated stallions I wanted them—or I thought I did—but apparently we were sailing on different air currents, because they pressured me into moving faster than I wanted. And I gave in to them, which was a mistake, I know, but I wanted to get over my issues and be like other mares. But that never worked. Even when it felt kinda good it never clicked. For a long time I thought sex just wasn't for me, but then you kissed me with the softness of a cloud and I knew there was a different way. A gentler way.”

Pinkie leaned on her elbow. “If I ever do anything you don't like tell me to buzz off. I'm a big gal. I can take it.”

Fluttershy fidgeted with the edge of the blanket. “But how do I know what I want?”

“Hmmm. Sex can be a puzzle. Maybe the most complicated puzzle there is.” Pinkie crawled down and traced her hoof along Fluttershy's side and toward the base of her tail. “And sometimes it's as simple as a dimple.”

Fluttershy backed away. “Not yet.”

“Okey dokey. Take all the time you need.” A flirty smile played across Pinkie's face. “I have an idea! Scary, I know. Instead of touching each other, we could touch ourselves for each other. Like show and tell. Whaddya think?”

Fluttershy bit her lip as the warmth under her tail throbbed from the perverted suggestion. Somehow that almost sounded reasonable. She nodded.

Pinkie sat up against the pastel pillows with a grin and spread her legs. “Do you know why I love playing with myself? I always win.” Fluttershy covered her mouth and giggled. If sex was something to joke about then maybe it wasn't so serious and frightening. Fluttershy parted her legs just enough to slide her hoof down there, so she wouldn't expose herself too much. They both worked their hooves in tiny circles while hesitantly meeting each other's eyes before darting elsewhere. They gazed up dreamily at the inner dome of the Sugar Cube Corner loft while slick noises filled the air.

Fluttershy let slip a timid moan despite herself, and Pinkie grinned and added her own lusty murmurs. “We're just two mares strumming our clitars and making beautiful music together. Nothing to worry about.”

Fluttershy blinked. “Clitar?”

“You know, like a guitar and your—”

“Right. Gotcha.” Fluttershy tried her best to match Pinkie's rhythm, moaning a little louder as she stroked her heavy hood, enjoying the tingly rush that rose through her body like a warm updraft in the sky. She was surprisingly comfortable with the idea of touching herself in front of Pinkie. “This is so weird,” Fluttershy muttered. “For the longest time I was almost afraid of you, and now—”

Pinkie flinched as if she were wounded. “Afraid?”

“Or maybe, um… intimidated? I'm talking about years ago, back when I first settled in Ponyville. You had lots of friends and so many inside jokes. I thought if our paths crossed I'd embarrass myself, or you'd prank me and make me look foolish. But I feel safe with you now.”

“I know I've made you uncomfortable before,” Pinkie said with a downward glance, “and I'm super sorry. I hope I can make up for that.”

Fluttershy laughed it off. “Not a big deal. That was my fault for being so… me.”

Pinkie reached out and rubbed her shoulder. “Never apologize for being your sweet sensitive self.”

“Sorry. Uh, I mean… thanks.”

Due to their side facing arrangement, Fluttershy couldn't see much between Pinkie's legs, just her hoof moving against the summit of her darkened folds. “I'm not so sweet,” Fluttershy said. “Do you know what I did the other day after you left? I galloped into my room and played with myself.”

Pinkie gasped with feigned concern and a hint of pleasure. “That's a one way ticket to Tartarus for sure. Celestia will chain you next to Tirek and you'll have to play fetch with Cerberus until you stop being such a naughty mare.”

“I would break easy. I'll tell them you corrupted me with tickles and dirty puns. Maybe we could share a cell.”

“Mmmm… I hope you don't want me to confess all my sins too or we might be here awhile. So what did ya think about when you were polishing your diamond?”

A terrible heat inflamed Fluttershy's cheeks. “You. I thought about you kissing me. We spread our legs together, and then I, um, you showed me—”

Pinkie rolled her head and gasped with delight as she parted her thighs further. “Look all you want.” Pinkie's busy hoof and wide thighs obscured her marehood, but Fluttershy craned her neck and caught a glimpse of her dream stretching with shiny wetness. Pinkie shifted closer and panted into the frilly pillow. Instead of growing louder and crazier, Pinkie's desperate moans fell to a simmering silence. She spoke just above a whisper. “I'm so close. Soooo close.” Pinkie's hoof blurred and she rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow as she humped the mattress. “Mmm! Mmmfff!” Shivers danced through her body and jiggled her plump bottom while her poofy tail swished and jerked across the sheets before falling motionless.

Pinkie breathed hard and shared a weak smile burdened by their mutual uncertainty. Fluttershy had no idea what to say or where to look. “Um… Good job? I guess you enjoyed yourself? For some reason I thought you'd be noisier.”

“I grew up in a little bitty house with three sisters, so silence was a virtue, at least when I was ringing the devil's doorbell.”

Self-consciousness crept across Fluttershy like tiny pinpricks as she realized Pinkie wasn't touching herself anymore and instead watched with anticipation, like this was a performance. Fluttershy's breathing went haywire when Pinkie noticed the gross sticky stuff clinging to her hoof.

“Oops! Sorry!” Pinkie covered her eyes. “I liked how you looked at me when I had mine, so I thought—”

“You're fine,” Fluttershy said, trying to regain her composure. “But I've never done this in front of another pony.”

“Not even your coltfriends?”

Fluttershy took a deep breath while she rested her messy hoof against her belly. “Never. They usually just wanted to put their thing in as soon as possible, even if they pretended to be interested in other, um, activities. But they never suggested this.”

“That's too bad.” Pinkie scooted closer and rested along her side. “Earlier you said you hated what's under your tail. Why?”

Fluttershy's throat scratched as the truth crawled out. “Because my kitty is ugly and dirty. And it smells awful.”

“You're not supposed to smell with it, silly.”

Fluttershy looked away and huffed. She knew Pinkie's heart was in the right place, but this wasn't the best time.

“Sorry, but you kinda walked into that one.” Pinkie brushed her billowy tail across Fluttershy's leg and tickled her. “Do you think it's strange we're dirty and shameful down there, but we're supposed to save them for someone we love? Isn't that loco in the coco?”

“I know most mares don't have these problems. I hear them talking about their… you know… exploits.”

“Don't compare yourself to anyone else. Your sexuality is unique and precious and a special gift.”

“You almost make it sound noble.”

“Those tricky Fates did their best to discourage our natural desires, but here we are. They can't hold us back forever. If you're ready, I'd love to see your butterfly grove.”

Fluttershy groaned. “You'll tell me I'm beautiful and sexy no matter how ugly I am.”

“Now there's a tragedy.” Pinkie scooched closer and whispered. “I don't care what's between your legs, as long as you have a kind heart.”

The setting sun bathed them with an orange radiance that would leave nothing to the imagination. “I'm used to doing this in the dark,” Fluttershy said, “but I guess there's no point hiding anymore.” She took a deep breath and steeled her nerves. “Okay. I'll show you everything.” Pinkie migrated down the bed and waited on her haunches. A tentative resolve filled Fluttershy's chest. Pinkie had seen plenty of other mares so this was no big deal. That's what Fluttershy wanted to believe. Needed to believe. Fluttershy swept her long tail to the side and parted her thighs until her most private parts spread with them.

Pinkie cooed and her face lit up. “You have such a pretty pink puss—I mean kitty. A pretty pink kitty.”

Fluttershy shrank back into herself. “It's misshapen. My lips are fat and funny looking. And my button sticks out too much.”

“Mares come in all shapes and sizes, and you look splenderific. Gosh, after all that hype I was expecting claws and glowing eyes.”

Fluttershy wrapped herself with the blanket and let out a nervous laugh. “It's been awhile. Who knows, right?”

Pinkie relaxed on her side and showed off her big round bottom without a hint of shame. She lifted her bushy tail and Fluttershy's mind went blank. Enormous labia the color of dark bubblegum glistened in the soft sunlight falling between Pinkie's thighs. Staring at another mare's private parts in public was rude and frowned upon, but the occasional glance was inevitable when stiff breezes swept tails aside and revealed what seemed like modest folds. Maybe when mares got excited they plumped out more than Fluttershy thought. Pinkie spent so much time leaping through the air that Fluttershy had grown accustomed to her bulging bits, but they were never this puffy and pronounced.

Out of nowhere Pinkie grabbed a pair of googly eyes and attached them to her labia so her nether region looked like a malformed face. She spread her butt cheeks and her marehood opened like a mouth. “Rawr! I'm hungry! FEED ME!”

Fluttershy covered her mouth in shock.

Pinkie played with herself like a puppet. “Hydras and manticores are wannabes. I'm the real monster! NOTHING CAN TAME ME!”

This was the strangest thing Pinkie had ever done, and that's saying something.

“Hey, it's not my fault. All my friends are dicks!”

Fluttershy squealed with laughter and shielded her reddening face. Pinkie climbed up the bed and snuggled alongside her until she calmed down. “There's a reason they call it bumping uglies and not bumping pretties,” Pinkie said. “But if you ask me, you're beautiful all over.”

Fluttershy's ears wilted as she glanced between her thighs. “The smell. You don't mind how it smells?”

Pinkie's nostrils flared as she took a deep breath. “Mmmm… You smell like a warm spring breeze across a field of roses.”

“Really?”

Pinkie booped her nose. “Nah! You smell like a vajayjay. Big surprise, right? Listen, I like what you have down there, and I like you, but I guess you won't believe me unless…”

Fluttershy gasped as Pinkie crawled down and kissed her crazy hard on the neck. “Whoa! Don't give me a hickey.”

Pinkie giggled as she traveled down her chest. “Oh yeah, we wouldn't anyone to know about your secret marefriend.”

Did mare hickeys look different than stallion hickeys? There was no time to ponder such mysteries. Sweet kisses and nibbles blanketed Fluttershy's belly as Pinkie glided down further until her playful tongue found Fluttershy's stiff nipples. A soft trembling moan escaped Fluttershy's lips as Pinkie tugged her tingling nubs and wet them between her lips. Pinkie brushed her tongue against Fluttershy's sensitive swells and left them covered with warm saliva, and then Pinkie blew hot breath across the damp skin and waves of goosebumps spread across her tender flesh. Fluttershy shivered as a powerful erotic heat blossomed between her spreading thighs.

Pinkie settled down below. “We're gonna have fun, okay? This doesn't have to be super serious.”

“W-What do you mean?”

Pinkie squeezed and stroked Fluttershy's rump while searching for the right words. “The whole orgasm thing, ya know? It's always waiting in the shadows like an awkward surprise party. If they happen, cool, and if they're not in the cards, that's cool too. The real reward is being close with each other.”

“That sounds like really good advice… and reverse psychology.”

“Uh-oh, you're on to me. But seriously! Think of this more like a modest celebration. We're two friends sharing a lazy evening, okay?” Pinkie kissed the back of Fluttershy's knee while rubbing up and down her leg. “Here's some more advice, might sound silly, but it helped me bunches. You're afraid of being dirty and perverted, right? Afraid of your inner judgment? The shame?”

Fluttershy murmured in appreciation from Pinkie's marvelous massage. “Maybe. Sometimes. I don't know.”

“Use that shame instead of letting it weigh you down. Smile when you think of yourself as a dirty mare. Prance as a proud pervert!”

“Um… I don't know about that.”

Pinkie drew Fluttershy's legs together and gyrated them in slow circles like a big stirring spoon. “Not in public, silly, but behind closed doors. That's when you're a naughty mare and it's okay.”

Fluttershy averted her gaze to the candy blanket. “I'll think about it.”

“Exactly. It's a new way of thinking, and it might make all the difference. Spread your legs for me again?”

That's definitely something a naughty mare would do. Her thighs stuck together a little as she parted them and shared the source of her anxieties. Pinkie locked her lips to the inside of Fluttershy's right knee and eased down while dragging her soft lips against Fluttershy's increasingly sensitive inner thigh, drawing closer and closer to her pulsing heat. Fluttershy tensed with misgivings, from the possibility that Pinkie would be disgusted by the grotesque mess down there, hardly better than the filthy swamp they visited two days ago. But instead Pinkie cast a seductive glance and blew a playful kiss. Pinkie hovered her muzzle over Fluttershy's most private place and inhaled with the same satisfaction as when she smelled freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

Pinkie licked her lips and descended with a lustful gleam in her eyes, lower and lower…

And skipped across the gap to Fluttershy's left leg.

Fluttershy groaned from the tantalizing tease, and Pinkie swallowed a giggle as she sucked the plump skin of Fluttershy's left thigh. “That was a death defying leap over the dreaded jelly canyon,” Pinkie said with a wink and a sly smirk. “Maybe the next expedition won't be so lucky.” Pinkie reached down and massaged Fluttershy's squishy rump, making her wiggle her hips and flounce her tail. Tender kisses worked down Fluttershy's leg before Pinkie stuck out her sizable tongue and dragged it across Fluttershy's inner leg crease and toward the rim of her aching wetness. Pinkie was about to cross that wonderful boundary when she lifted and hopped back to the right side. “That was a close one, folks. Don't try this at home.”

Fluttershy struggled against the bed and moaned in frustration. Her thick button winked into the world in an obscene display, and a ticklish bead of lust rolled down her butt and onto the mattress.

Pinkie returned to kissing her right leg. “Gosh, Flutterpal, are you trying to tell me something? Use your words.”

“I'm ready for you to touch my… my… you know.”

“Your kitty?”

Fluttershy nodded through a horrible blush. The blinds on the nearest window were closed, but a nosy pegasus could fly up and press their face against the glass and peek between the slats. The voyeur would catch Fluttershy in this outrageously lewd position, and no excuse in the world could explain why Pinkie was camped out between her open legs. Maybe the peeping pony would be the friendly mare from the market who sold artichokes, maybe she would spread gossip about how Fluttershy was a mare loving pervert, maybe everyone in town would find out and give her strange looks when she went to buy vegetables, maybe—

Pinkie giggled into her thigh. “Your secret pearl popped out again. You're a naughty little mare thinking dirty thoughts, aren't you?”

“M-Maybe.”

Pinkie drifted down and planted a big wet smooch on Fluttershy's upturned rear end. “Here's the secret to being random: If you don't know what you're doing, nobody else will either.” Pinkie looped her forelegs under Fluttershy's bottom, held onto her hips, and circled her eager tongue around Fluttershy's marehood in a maddening path, zigging here, zagging there, spiraling around in shorter and shorter trails, but never quite reaching the place Fluttershy needed attention more than anywhere else. Fluttershy lifted her butt in the vain hope of pressing against Pinkie's face, but Pinkie held her firm against the mattress.

Pinkie peered over the curve of Fluttershy's belly with a seductive admiration before she swept her nimble tongue along the edge of Fluttershy's engorged nether lips. With exasperating deliberation, Pinkie traced around the edge of Fluttershy's swelling passion until she completed the circle of warm saliva with a kiss. Sweat rolled down Fluttershy's forehead and her button jutted out again, yearning desperately to be touched before retreating from the cold air. “P-Please lick me in that dirty place. Do you want me to say the perverted word everyone else uses?”

“You don't have to say any—”

“My pussy! Pleeease lick my pussy! I can't stand this teasing!”

Pinkie flattened her wide tongue and dragged it across the bottom of Fluttershy's throbbing heat and up along her silky folds in a slow, agonizing massage, inching closer and closer to the peak of her valley, until that wonderful tongue swirled around her love button in a dance of pure pleasure. Fluttershy let out a lusty moan as Pinkie took the sensitive bulb between her lips and massaged it with a warm wet hug before letting it retreat inside.

“Now for the best part of any celebration,” Pinkie said with a twinkle in her eye. “The banquet!” Pinkie planted her lips around Fluttershy's aching entrance, slipped her tongue inside, and rolled it against her opening, pulling another moan from Fluttershy's throat. Pinkie glossed her lips with the shiny juices that poured from Fluttershy's naughty place, and then, without breaking eye contact, Pinkie blotted her lips like she was applying chapstick. A warm confidence filled Fluttershy as Pinkie savored her dirty essence and validated her sexuality with such a brazen display.

Pinkie licked her own hoof until it was slick, rubbed it between Fluttershy's legs, and pressed between her folds. “I don't need a marker to measure you. You're wetter than a slip and slide!” Pinkie admired her gooey hoof, stuck out her tongue, and played with Fluttershy's sticky excitement before swallowing it down. Pinkie imitated a posh accent. “I'm a cunny connoisseur and I do declare! Your cunny honey is super yummy.”

The last of Fluttershy's doubts melted away. She spread her legs and gave Pinkie all the room she needed. Pinkie sank between her quivering thighs and lapped up her dripping slit and flooded her with warm sensual energy. “Mmmm,” Pinkie murmured. “I'm snatching sweet snacks from your sugar shack.” Pinkie massaged Fluttershy's soft mounds while planting loving kisses in her private garden. Once again Fluttershy's big berry popped out like a flower begging to be watered in a drought, and without hesitation Pinkie swept her wet tongue across the sensitive bloom. Fluttershy let out a long delirious moan and unfurled her wings against the mattress.

Pinkie's focus wandered as she licked to and fro between Fluttershy's legs, never quite staying in one spot, just like she always jumped from one topic to another. Fluttershy was starved for this gentle attention, for a nurturing touch from someone who understood her needs, someone who didn't want to take advantage of her kindness. And yet despite finding what she needed, she couldn't manage to meet Pinkie's sultry stare for more than a few moments—the connection was too intense, too intimate. Fluttershy dug her front hooves into the mattress, unsure of what to do with them, suddenly self-conscious again.

Pinkie dipped her tongue deep inside and forced out a long moan that twisted Fluttershy's face into a perverse grimace. “That's even better than a smile,” Pinkie said with a husky flourish. Pinkie opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the crown of Fluttershy's cunny and sucked down hard, so hard she created a vacuum seal that stole the last of Fluttershy's restraint. She bucked from the hot bolts shooting up her spine, but Pinkie steadied her hips and pulled her against the bed. These wild urges weren't like her, but Pinkie wasn't like any of her previous partners either. Some hidden part of Fluttershy loved the way Pinkie took control, how she gripped her cutie marks and held her down with firm pressure. Pinkie's tongue found her desperately winking button and filled her with new confidence.

“Yes, right there, don't stop,” Fluttershy said through ragged breaths. “Pleeease keep licking my clitty!”

Pinkie went above and beyond and sucked Fluttershy's pulsing pearl into her mouth and caressed it between her velvety lips. Fluttershy's eyes rolled back and she trembled from the absurd pleasure pouring into her feeble frame. The leading curl of Pinkie's bow-adorned mane brushed across Fluttershy's stomach and teased between her swaying breasts while Pinkie pressed her face more insistently into Fluttershy's most vulnerable place. While enveloping more and more of Fluttershy into her mouth, Pinkie made increasingly excited murmurs, like she actually enjoyed going down on Fluttershy instead of treating this as something she was supposed to do, like something on a check list. All of Pinkie's little moans sent out rumbling vibrations and heightened her pleasure.

Fluttershy couldn't help but squeeze her thighs around Pinkie's head and pull her even deeper, as if Pinkie of all ponies might pull away and abandon her. Pinkie always made sure Fluttershy wasn't left out in the cold, like when they relaxed by the lake and Pinkie invited her into the water for some splashy fun. Fluttershy was an even worse swimmer than she was a flier and had to wear a life jacket to tread water with her wispy body. Pinkie's chubbier build let her float along without a care in the world, yet she always stayed by Fluttershy's side and helped her swim back to shore.

The balloon bundles drifted above, casting colorful shadows that played across their sweat drenched coats, shifting from red to blue and purple. Pinkie focused her experienced tongue and lips along Fluttershy's needy groove while fondling Fluttershy's nipples in turn, a dizzying combination that drove her crazy. Fluttershy tossed her head across the pillow while a wonderful glowing warmth throbbed just beneath the surface.

“Almost there,” Fluttershy said as her tail swished under Pinkie's chin. “K-Keep it steady. Don't do anything weird. Just… keep… ahhh…”

Coherent thought evaporated into thin air like dandelion fluff in the summer breeze. The only thing that mattered was Pinkie's tongue massaging the bottom of her clit, the bottom of her world. Pinkie took Fluttershy into her mouth with confidence and set her nerves ablaze. Fluttershy wiggled her butt and strained against the bed as the flames of her lust roared higher and higher in an out of control inferno.

Pinkie couldn't hold back her enthusiasm and moaned into the slick heat between Fluttershy's quaking thighs, and the sudden vibrations pushed Fluttershy over the edge into a churning river of erotic energy. Fluttershy stiffened and gasped and squeezed her eyes tight as her pussy rippled in wave after wave of hot ecstasy, and through it all Pinkie clutched her bucking hips and swirled her tongue with abandon across her throbbing clit. Fluttershy needed to be guided through these turbulent waters, guided to the shore of long forgotten pleasures, and Pinkie was there to show her the way.

Louder and louder moans escaped Fluttershy's throat while her wings flapped and trembled and her tail whipped across the sheets beyond her control. The peak of Fluttershy's passion rendered her utterly helpless, but she trusted Pinkie even in her most vulnerable moment. Fluttershy surrendered to the wild clenching joy while her worries dissolved under Pinkie's relentless tongue.

The sweeping erotic tides consumed what was once a raging firestorm and left nothing but embers. Fluttershy sank back before one last tremor seized her. “N-No more. Too much!”

Pinkie's mouth and chin glistened as she traveled up the bed and comforted Fluttershy with a soothing embrace. Fluttershy's chest strained as she breathed thick air saturated with their sweat and arousal. A long silence passed while Pinkie let Fluttershy recover, giving her a gentle massage along her side. Fluttershy reached out and played with the curly tip of Pinkie's mane, and they drew close and met in a giggling kiss. The sticky residue of Fluttershy's desire still smeared Pinkie's lips and soon coated Fluttershy's tongue with a pungent glaze. As they gently moaned into each other, Fluttershy wasn't sure what to think about her own taste invading her mouth, finding it off-putting and embarrassing, but it also inspired a strange pride.

Pinkie took Fluttershy's ear in her mouth with a playful nibble. “See? I told you we'd find something relaxing to do.”

“All this relaxing sure is exhausting.”

Pinkie dragged her lips down Fluttershy's cheek and across her muzzle. “What's the matter, Shy? You need more mouth-to-mouth?”

“You're silly. And amazing. I didn't… I didn't know I needed that so bad.”

Pinkie placed her hoof over Fluttershy's chest. “You don't have to be afraid of your own heart anymore.”

A healing serenity passed through Fluttershy's restless mind and calmed her nerves. They snuggled close and made out like it was second nature. Pinkie's lips were a dream.

“Sorry if I didn't go far enough,” Pinkie said between kisses. “I wasn't sure if you needed your G-Spot rubbed too. I should've asked what you liked, but I kinda got carried away, and you seemed happy enough, so…”

The G-Spot wasn't something Fluttershy knew much about. Every once in awhile she overheard that word from other mares discussing their sex lives. She imagined that's what her romance books meant when they referred to a mare's “hot spot,” but she wasn't sure what any of that meant, and she was too embarrassed to expose her ignorance about something that seemed so basic. Fluttershy murmured sweet nothings as they nuzzled each other's cheeks, letting the issue slide.

Pinkie snaked a hoof between her own thighs and played with herself while they squeezed together.

“Do you want some help down there?”

“You don't have to do anything. Just lay back.” Pinkie opened the nightstand drawer, pulled out a little tube, and squeezed out a dollop of cool gel across the top of Fluttershy's thigh. “The wetter the better, right?” Pinkie climbed up, straddled the pool of lube, and sank down with supreme satisfaction, making a noise like mares in the spa when they slip into the hot water. As Pinkie wiggled up Fluttershy's leg she sang a silly song: “One, two, three, four, I declare a pussy war!” Pinkie's plump inner thighs squeezed around Fluttershy's leg while a sweltering heat poured from the center.

“Is this how mares, um, you know, make love?”

“Sometimes. There's so many fun ways for mares to share their feelings with each other.”

“I'm still a little confused,” Fluttershy confessed. “I thought I liked stallions, but I love being with you even more, so what does that mean? Am I a lesbian? Bi? Something else?”

“Don't worry about labels. Just be you.” Pinkie clamped her thighs hard around Fluttershy's leg and grinned. “Labels trap you in a box.”

Fluttershy never imagined she'd be taking so much sex advice from Pinkie of all ponies. “How did you learn all this stuff?”

“When you make a million mistakes you're bound to figure something out. Even if it's by accident.”

While Pinkie sought her own pleasure with a gentle rocking motion, Fluttershy allowed herself to admire Pinkie's soft curves and wide hips. Pinkie's physique was a peculiar combination of pudgy and fit. She ate a ton of candy and pastries, but she was always galloping and jumping all over the place, not to mention playing games in the park until she was the last one standing. Freed from old constraints in the wake of her first lesbian experience, Fluttershy had to admit she enjoyed watching Pinkie's feminine figure bounce and jiggle while her messy mane tumbled down her shoulders. Pinkie kept grinding against Fluttershy, letting out a series of hushed moans from the increasing pressure.

One of the bright red balloons tied to the headboard soared into view as Pinkie playfully rubbed it against Fluttershy's mane. Long pink strands of Fluttershy's hair lifted from the static cling, and Pinkie snickered while she gathered them with the balloon like cotton candy. The balloon left a faint rubbery scent as Pinkie brushed it down Fluttershy's chest and across her belly. The growing energy sparked and zapped into Fluttershy's nipples. She recoiled and yelped from the sudden jolt.

Pinkie let out a couple giggles despite herself. “Whoops! Sorry.”

Fluttershy laughed too as she wrapped her forelegs around Pinkie's ample bottom. “I was nervous about all sorts of things before I came over here, but I didn't expect surprise balloon attacks.”

The springs of the mattress squeaked as Pinkie increased her tempo. “Sex is actually pretty silly, don't ya think? We rub these goofy bits between our legs, and then we yell and have seizures. If we can't laugh at that, we're lost.”

“It's silly when you put it like that, but this means something, right?”

“Of course it does, but that just makes it even sillier.” She gazed down and giggled at her bouncing teats. “See what I mean? How can this be serious when my boobies are breakdancing?” Pinkie wiggled to the top of Fluttershy's thigh and smeared a sticky path along the way. She leaned in close and whispered. “This means something because it's with you. No matter what happens we'll always be friends, right?”

“I hope so.”

Pinkie tensed and lost her rhythm. She fell forward and cried out in desperation as she humped back against the air. “Push into me. Please!”

Fluttershy did her best to steady Pinkie's powerful hips before raising her thigh and sliding against Pinkie's intimate folds. Fluttershy was rewarded with more of Pinkie's sugary sweet moans. A strange expression crossed Pinkie's face, as if she wanted to say something but held back, and her moans turned into whimpers.

“Is everything okay?” Fluttershy asked. “Am I doing something wrong?”

Furrows crept across Pinkie's damp forehead. “Couldn't be better. You just feel so good is all. This is even funner than riding a pogo stick.” Pinkie blinked and her eyes glistened. The faster she rocked her hips the faster she talked. “Maybe I know a lot of ponies, but they're not really my friends. I remember their names and birthdays, but nothing else that matters. I gather them like party favors and pretend to forget them when they're inconvenient, but I won't ever forget you.”

“Pinkie, you don't have to—”

“Please. I need to get this off my chest. I need you to understand. All that carefree sex I had—I won't lie and say it wasn't fun. But after awhile it left me feeling… empty. So I slept around even more to fill that void. I fooled myself into thinking I was happy, and whenever I had doubts I told myself I was making everyone else happy. But there was never a foundation. It's like I was falling and couldn't stop. But you caught me and told me about birds and lichen and nature and how we have to protect it. You gave me a soft landing. You're a lifesaver.”

“Wow… I don't know what to—”

Pinkie winced and glanced away. “I can't believe I was stupid enough to say all that. I must sound so pathetic and clingy.”

Fluttershy rested her hooves along Pinkie's hips. “I'm glad you told me how you feel. Isn't this the whole point of being marefriends? Just tell me what you need.”

“Kiss me and don't stop.”

Their lips found each other with renewed passion. An immense heat radiated from Pinkie's marehood and filled the air with a tantalizing fragrance, reminiscent of a damp forest mixed with gumdrops.

Pinkie threw her head back. “I'm gonna pop like a fizzy drink! Oooh!” Pinkie went rigid from ears to tail before she collapsed against Fluttershy's chest and shook like the victims from her joy buzzer pranks. “Harder, harder,” she begged. Fluttershy mashed her slippery thigh against Pinkie's throbbing pussy while warm syrup cascaded down her leg and dripped onto the sheets. “Mmmm. Now that's how you party.” Pinkie went slack and draped her weight across Fluttershy like a warm fuzzy blanket. The air sparkled with possibilities as Pinkie dipped her head under Fluttershy's chin and caught her breath. They had just crossed a threshold veiled by balloons and bittersweet memories, and their relationship could never be the same again. Fluttershy ran her hoof through Pinkie's unruly mane and rubbed behind her ear, making her back hoof waggle. No one was cuter than a tuckered out Pinkie Pie.

The mattress rebounded as Pinkie rolled over and let out a long satisfied sigh. “You did a fantabulous job riding out with me. There's some towels in the closet if you want. I'd fetch one for you, but I'd probably fall on my face.”

Fluttershy didn't mind the melted bliss sticking to her thigh, and she couldn't imagine leaving her exhausted lover's side. “Maybe I taught you about nature, but you know way more about sex stuff than I do, even about my own body. It's like I have to learn all over again.”

“Everything will be different than before. Two mares have a different energy, ya know?”

“I think it's more than that. We approach life from different directions, but we're looking for the same thing, right?”

Pinkie pulled Fluttershy close and their legs intertwined as they cuddled. “Maybe we found something. Maybe we didn't. Let's enjoy this while it lasts.”

The room's orange haze drifted into a reddish pink before surrendering to the shadows. The evening's first stars glittered in the fading light, a warning to ponies that all manner of beasts prowled just beyond the edge of their fragile civilization. Fluttershy sat up and stretched, surprised that so much time had passed already. She sauntered to the long table and found a seat. “What's with all these maps?”

“I've been planning my next party schedule.”

“You're leaving Ponyville?”

Pinkie crossed the room and rubbed Fluttershy's shoulders from behind. “I'm bouncing all over the place. Got some solid gigs coming up.”

Fluttershy rolled her shoulders into Pinkie's massage. “I miss you already.”

“Miss me, miss me, now you gotta kiss me!” Pinkie bent down while Fluttershy leaned back and they locked their lips in a delightful rush. Pinkie broke away and gasped. “Here's a doodle straight from my noodle: I've built a professional party network stretching from here to Griffonstone. We could spread the word and organize a club to discuss Equestria's problems. Maybe schedule meetings and everything.”

“Sounds ambitious.”

Pinkie gestured toward the table. “We could use my arts and craft supplies to make fliers and pamphlets. You in?”

“I doubt anyone will listen, but it's worth a shot.”

“You've traveled all over Equestria and studied this stuff. Ponies will take you seriously.” Pinkie grabbed her ukulele and plopped in the nearby chair and plucked a few notes. “I'm a dummy compared to you, but I know—”

Fluttershy rested her hoof on Pinkie's knee. “You're not dumb. You're clever and have such a vivid imagination. You need to be pretty smart to play all these instruments.”

A big blush spread across Pinkie's cheeks and she glanced away. “Aw shucks, you're making me feel mushy inside. Look, I don't know much about economology or whatever. I know there's trouble brewing on the horizon, and we need a lot of ponies working together to find a fix. So if I can bring everyone together that's a start, right?”

“Organizing might be the hardest part, so your help would be huge.”

“Just make sure we don't ruin Equestria. That's where I keep all my stuff.” Pinkie brushed her tail against Fluttershy's leg. “Plus I heard some pretty cool mares live there.”

They relaxed in the silver moonlight while Pinkie played mellow music on her ukulele. One tune brought back Fluttershy's old childhood memories. “That kinda sounded like Golden Bay. Ever hear that one?”

“Yeppers peppers! Rock farmers and miners sang that all the time. Huh, I didn't figure they'd have that way up in Cloudsdale.”

Fluttershy pressed her hooves together. “After dinner, the weather factory workers would gather in circles outside and sing all kinds of songs. Some of them were pretty crude, but that one always caught my ear.”

They shared a knowing glance. Pinkie played the jaunty tune while Fluttershy stood tall and sang along.

Come on down you sorry dregs
Time to rest those tired old legs
And listen to this bitter truth:
We'll never find the fountain of youth.

We are born from fire, lust, and old cosmic dust
From the mine, the dock, the new shipyard
Another day, another shift, we punch the time card
Spinning in circles with no regard
Until we fall to rust.

So we must—

We must—

We must chance, we must prance, we must dance into the fray
Even if we're made of clay, on that special day, we'll sail away
Sail straight to heaven's bay
What's the going price?
For paradise.

On Harmony's wings we pray
Take us to the golden bay
Where ponies laugh and play
Rainbows reach new highs
And no one ever dies.

While belting out the song, Fluttershy danced halfway across the room without thinking, and after finishing she froze in embarrassment, despite Pinkie being the only witness. Fluttershy wandered back to her chair and clung to it for safety.

Pinkie lowered the ukulele and rubbed her eyes. “Your voice is beautiful. It's like you're drizzling honey in my ears.”

“Um, thanks, but you know what? I don't want to ascend to another world. I'd rather fight for the one we have.”

“And we will. No harm in a little dreaming.”

“There is if ponies surrender to a comforting fantasy. Harmony should be about the here and now.”

Pinkie laid the ukulele on the table and glanced out the window into the starry sky. “Sometimes when life grinds us down, our imagination is all we have left. Isn't a flicker of hope for a new world better than nothing? Besides, I always thought that song was more about um, what do you call it, when we're all in this together but it's not quite Harmony? Um…”

“Friendship?”

“Sorta, but like when ponies work together to improve their lives, and maybe they don't even know each other, but they understand…”

“Solidarity?”

“Yeah! Rock solid-arity!”

Fluttershy couldn't help but succumb to Pinkie's rousing enthusiasm. “Maybe you're right about it being a harmless folk song. I always worry too much.”

“Speaking of worry, it's awfully dark out there. We can do a sleep over if you want. Pajamas and everything.”

Fluttershy pecked Pinkie on the cheek. “Only if we get something to eat. I'm starving.”

Pinkie giggled and rubbed her belly. “I hear ya! I'll rustle up some eggplant quiche. And then we can make a bed fort.” Pinkie hopped down the staircase while Fluttershy leaned back and admired the night sky. She wasn't quite sure what she had gotten into, but the world made more sense than it did yesterday.