Author's Note

And now things take a darker turn...

Also, Lyra and Bon-Bon! Yay!

Chapter 5

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The city I lived in was always a difficult city to navigate if you didn't know where you were going. It was an easy place to get lost in, for hours at times. I once got lost looking for the subway, until I was able to find a district map an hour or so later. Part of the reason was that as a city, it was large, and densely populated. So if you couldn't keep your bearings, you could easily get lost in the winding streets and countless side roads.

Which was why I was surprised and impressed with the ease that Fluttershy navigated her car through traffic, shifting as though the action was second nature. I had learned to drive a number of years ago, of course, on a manual transmission, but I never really cared for driving as much as Rarity or even Twilight did. I much preferred to use public transportation. Or walking. That was the main reason I found a job close to my apartment, after all.

But still, it was hard for me to imagine Fluttershy behind the wheel of a car. She had always seemed so flighty in her teen years, so quiet and skittish, that it was just new to see her in this light. She was focused, her eyes flicking around the road to watch for hazards, her hands working the steering wheel with experience, and her ankle boot-clad feet working the pedals deftly.

As my eyes traveled across her body ending in her face, I felt my cheek heat up in a blush. The woman was seriously gorgeous. Yeah, I could admit that. At least not aloud. Not yet. Her long pink hair curled up at the tips, ticking her shoulders and the very top of her bust, and I once again fought the urge to reach out and bury my hands in it so that I could just, for a moment, remember what it felt like to touch her soft tresses, what it smelled like… would she still smell the same as all those years ago? Or would her scent had changed, as people eventually change as they get older?

My eyes dropped down to the hollow of her throat, to the buttery skin that peaked out of the top of her blouse. Black wasn't a color I had seen on her before, but it definitely suited her. Red was better though, from how her skirt contrasted her skin tone and fell around her thighs as she shifted her footing.

I swallowed, averting my eyes. I felt a little bad about ogling the woman while she was driving, and made a mental note to continue to do so when she was less busy.

My hand clenched tightly on my seat as Fluttershy took a turn sharply, and it was then I noticed that, somewhere between the time I started staring at her and now, the traffic had lessened significantly and there were fewer streetlights. This was a slightly older district, and one less populated. I never recalled being here before, and silently wondered what Fluttershy had to show me.

"After I graduated Canterlot High," the woman finally said after the silence stretched on. I turned my attention back towards her, suddenly very curious in what she had to say about herself after school had ended. "I thought a lot about my future. I was at odds with myself, you see. On the one hand, I knew I loved animals and wanted to work with them. In what capacity, I didn’t know; but I had a goal. On the other hand, I was a wallflower in the simplest of terms. I could barely look anybody in the eye and when I did, I hid behind my friends or even my hair.” She scoffed - a brief, breathy sound from her lips. “I knew that if I didn’t change myself, I would never get what I wanted out of life.”

I nodded slowly. I was true that, back then at least, Fluttershy was… welI… maybe a little overly shy at the best of times. And more than once either myself, Rarity, or even all her friends told her that she needed to stand up for herself or people would walk all over her for the rest of her life.

Well, from the look things now, Fluttershy certainly had a handle on that little issue of hers. The only question was, how?

"I see,” I finally said. "So what did you do about it?"

“I left the country and lived abroad for a while.”

Huh. I blinked a few times. That was certainly a surprise.

Fluttershy seemed to notice my shock, because she rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t as glamorous as you’re thinking. I really just traveled from place to place, staying in hotels and hostels wherever I could.”

“Damn,” I said, because damn. “I never would thought you of all people would…”

A small shrug. “It didn’t solve all my problems.” She paused. “At least not at first. For the longest time I was too afraid to talk to anyone, or even go outside my room.” She laughed quietly, muttering, “the various language barriers notwithstanding...”

"Still though…" I sighed, suddenly jealous of the what the other girl had done. "I would love to travel abroad like that."

Fluttershy snorted, though she managed to keep the noise delicate and lovely, as always. "It was exhausting. But even after months of travelling I was still right where I had started. I never talked to anyone except my family on the phone. I saw all these wonderful places and things, but I could never share them with anyone because I was always too shy."

I nodded in sympathy, but kept silent.

Fluttershy sighed, "Anyway, after finally having my fill of that, I found – by chance – a self-help course created to help people like me. It taught people determination, self-worth, how to stand up for and assert yourself.”

“Sounds pretty legit,” I said. Now things were starting to come together. “And I guess learned a thing or two from that class?”

Another snort. “I excelled at it. I learned so much from the class that I was hardly the same person I was before. I started talking to people, I started opening up, and I started to really live.”

She smiled, and I smiled in response.

“So what then?” I asked, immensely curious. That had been years ago, and Fluttershy seemed to be doing pretty well for herself. She looked good, and she didn't seem all that unhappy or frustrated.

Fluttershy shrugged. "After a while I came home, and, as I said, have been doing this and that; about the same thing you are doing. I started volunteering again at animal shelters, and paid bills working part time for a few places. A restaurant, an office…" She blinked and turned her head slightly towards me, a small smile on her face. "I worked in a café for a short time."

I grinned at that, pleased to hear that my friend shared, at least a little, a similar experience with me since school. "It's not all that bad once you get used to it."

Turning back to the road, Fluttershy continued, "I also took a few college classes; some general as well as basic veterinary courses. While they were interesting and eventually what I wanted to do, nothing took, and I found myself wondering when was the last time I knew for certain what I really wanted." Suddenly, Fluttershy turned the car again and pulled up on the side of the road, and cut the engine.

"We've arrived," she said simply.

As she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened her door I looked around, trying to find anything that seemed familiar in the area. The street itself was small, only two lanes, and while there were streetlight dotting the sidewalks, there weren't a lot of people milling around. Even if Fluttershy had taken me here, and I felt as though she would never do anything to put me in harm's way, I couldn't help the feeling of nervousness that welled up in me whenever I felt out of my depth.

My door opened suddenly, and Fluttershy looked down at me, her smile still serene and pleasant. She held out her hand for me and I took it, appreciating the help with pushing myself out of the car. As she locked her car and stepped onto the sidewalk beside me, she nodded in the direction of a building across the road.

"This way," she said and started off, myself trailing at her side. We crossed the street, which was easy enough with barely any cars on the road, and stopped just outside of a closed door on the bottom floor of the building. It was one of those typical multi-business developments, where every floor was leased out to a different owner. One floor could be a restaurant, whereas the next could be an arcade or shop of some kind. And as I looked around for some kind of directory – and not finding one – I settled for the novelty of simply being surprised.

I was about to reach for the door to open it for my friend, when she reached out to lightly touch my forearm, stopping me. I looked at her, curious.

"Do you know what the last thing I knew I wanted was?"

I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden continuation of Fluttershy's previous topic. But as I dropped my arm, I slowly shook my head.

"No."

A few moments passed in silence as she regarded me with her typical expression, but even I knew her well enough to catch subtle ticks in her face. She was nervous; she wanted me to see what she had to offer, but was afraid of what I was say, what I would do. She wanted me to dance with her, as we had as children. She wanted lead me, and hoped I would follow.

Well, I had said I wouldn't make it easy for her, but…

"Fluttershy… I—"

She held up a hand, silencing me with a neutral expression. "The last time I knew, for a fact, that I wanted something was when I had wanted you."

I swallowed heavily, watching Fluttershy's ever-calm face, her eyes bright and searching mine. I bit my lip and, after a moment, felt the urge to look away. It took some effort, but I fought it and kept my gaze. She smiled after a moment, obviously noticing how I matched her stare, and reached her hand up to brush her fingers against my cheek.

"Will you dance for me, Sunset?"

My tongue darted out to lick my bottom lip. "Yes," I breathed.

At my admission, her smile stretched across her face, and her finger trailed down my cheek, across my lips and jawline down to neck, where she flicked her nail gently. Her grin was wide, pleased that I had chosen to dance for her.

But her eyes darkened, sending a familiar sensation down my back to my belly, where it squirmed and writhed. I stared into her eyes for a long moment, suddenly feeling as though that this… this… this was the real Fluttershy. The Fluttershy that we never saw in school. The real Fluttershy who had grown up into a mature, independent adult. The real Fluttershy who somehow, inexplicably, wanted me.

And I was determined not to disappoint her.

Fluttershy opened to door, and nodded at me to enter.

Inside it was warm, and dark. It smelled of the sweet, yet bitter mixture of coffee. The walls were a dark brown wood that matched the floors, and my first impression was that if the lighting was better, I might actually be into it.

There were couches and stuffed chairs, all colored darkly in blacks, blues, purples and greens. There were a handful of people about, lounging around the room comfortably. A pair of women, chattering softly, sat beside each other. A man and a woman sat draped across each other, quietly enjoying each other's company. A single woman sat by herself, her legs and arms crossed impatiently.

As I looked around, I decided that it must be one of those coffee houses that allowed its patrons to relax and chat while drinking coffee. I figured Fluttershy must enjoy the quiet and intimacy of this sort of place, and was about to turn to ask her where she wanted to sit when another woman walked into the room from behind a black curtain, and any sound I would have made was stolen from me as my breath was sucked out of my lungs.

Leather would have been the first thing that came to mind. She wore tight leather pants, knee-length leather boots, and what looked to be an incredibly detailed, black-and-red corset, complete with laces and ribbon. Her hair, long and black, shined slightly in the dim as she approached us, swaying slightly from side to side as she walked. Her make-up, which was easily as well-applied as mine of Fluttershy's, accented her bright blue eyes and full lips. Her bright red lipstick made her pleased smile all the more obvious.

"Fluttershy, good evening," she said as she stopped in front of us. Her voice was soft, cultured, and clear. "I was happy when you told me you were coming tonight." She turned to look at me, and my shoulders instinctively curled in protectively. "Is this your friend?"

I wanted to step away from the woman, but Fluttershy's arm snaked out to wrap around my waist, keeping me well in place.

"Yes. This is Sunset," Fluttershy said. She turned towards me and smiled. "Sunset, this is Silver Ring. She is an acquaintance of mine."

"N-nice to meet you," I managed through dry lips.

That seemed to amuse the woman, who chuckled, "you were right about her, Fluttershy. She is polite." When Fluttershy didn't respond, the other turned her smile back to me. "Feel free to sit anywhere, you two. The show is about to begin."

As the woman strutted away toward the curtains again, I was directed after her by my friend. My eyes darted around, suddenly taking in the other patrons and room in a new light, and as the doorway grew closer I swallowed through the suddenly hot sensation in my chest.

"Fluttershy," I stammered softly, and she sent me a reassuring smile.

"Relax, Sunset. I won't let anything happen to you."

Silver Ring opened the curtains as we neared, and I reflexively clamped my hands around Fluttershy’'s arm for support as we passed the threshold. The wooden floor changed to carpet as we walked down a hallway and passed doors on either side. In all actuality the hallway wasn't all that long, but as Fluttershy led me past door after door, my anticipation and nervousness built and I could only hold onto her to keep myself standing.

"Fluttershy… is this place… what I think it is?" I whispered softly, nervously.

"And what kind of place do you think this is, Sunset?" she replied back, equally as soft. I couldn't even give it words, only having a passing knowledge about this sort of business. I had heard of it, yes, from acquaintances and a couple friends… but I most certainly had never gone to one.

As I peered up at Fluttershy beside me, I began to see my friend in a slightly new light.

I only barely heard Silver Ring chuckle behind us.

Our walk continued until Fluttershy pulled me to a stop in front of a door. Silver Ring stepped ahead of us and smiled tightly. "There are a couple others watching, just letting you know."

Fluttershy nodded. "That’s fine. Thank you Silver Ring."

The woman's smile seemed to be directed solely at me. "Enjoy the show."

As I was pulled by the waist into the darkened room by Fluttershy, I heard the door slowly close behind us and I couldn't help but wonder, and fear, that this dance… this dance that Fluttershy wanted from me… if it would be too much for me to handle.

"Go on," she murmured beside me as we entered the room proper. I was led towards a couch that was placed along the edge of the room, and I found myself sinking down into the soft plush even before I realized I did. Fluttershy sat beside me, careful not to touch me, but the closeness and possessiveness of her position was not lost on me.

I blinked across the room and saw a couple curled up on the couch opposite of ours. A man and a woman spoke softly to one another, apparently oblivious to our arrival. I looked towards another couch, and the two woman there were staring at me with intent expression. I was able to match their stares before I finally broke away from them, looking down at my lap.

I was out of my element – if I ever had one – and everyone knew it. It showed in my expression, my body language, and my constantly shifting eyes. It was as if Fluttershy knew I was determined to match her dance, and did everything in her power to keep me off balance. If that was indeed her plan, she was doing a damn fine job.

"So…" I said softly, getting Fluttershy's attention. "What's all this about?" I waved my hands, gesturing to the middle of the room. There was a large bed adorning the center, with a solid-looking wooden table beside it, and a rack on the other side, an assortment of not-so-subtle looking implements laid out across it.

I already knew what this was about. I just needed to hear someone say it out loud.

Fluttershy ignored my question. "As I was saying, the last time I really knew what I wanted was when I wanted you." She shifted into a more comfortable position, so that she both faced me, as well as the center of the room. "When we were both in school together, I told you that I felt something for you, and then decided to act on it."

I nodded slow, vividly recalling that moment when she was watching me beneath hooded eyes, her lips parted slightly as she whispered my name, as her fingers wound themselves in my hair, gently tugging at it until my ponytail came undone and my hair fell down across my shoulders.

I sunk lower into my seat, already knowing where this was heading.

"I still remember how you looked back then," she continued, her tone softening, possibly from nostalgia. "As I said, you had been young then – wide eyed and eager to please. So was I, but then again, I only knew for certain what I wanted after the fact. It was only after I saw you together with the others that I knew what it was like to be jealous."

I opened my mouth to argue that I had never been together with any of our friends in that way, that we were all like sisters, but my words were interrupted when Fluttershy raised her hand.

"I am well aware that you all were never like that," she said clearly. "Well, I know that now. At the time, I had no reason to expect otherwise. Your attitude towards them was always inconsistent. One day you would be indifferent, almost nonexistent. The next everyone was expecting you to prostrate yourself and declare your willingness to do anything for affection. From my perspective, it was both maddening and frustrating."

I knew what she was talking about, of course. After my little episode with Fluttershy telling me that she was attracted to me, my emotions were a mess. I loved all of my friends, Fluttershy included, but at the time I didn't really know how much, or in what way. I simply didn't know what to do at the time, and I had ended up losing Fluttershy simply due to my indecisiveness. At least, that was what I told myself in the years since then.

My musing was interrupted when Silver Ring sauntered over to us from the entryway and held out a tray. Fluttershy nodded her thanks, taking the two cups from it and handing one to me. I reached out to take it, and immediately sipped at the drink without even inspecting it. To my surprise, and delight, it was green tea with honey. It was delicious.

"Thank you," I said softly.

Silver Ring's gaze traveled over me and her expression shifted to something I couldn't quite pick up on. "I hope you enjoy your evening," she smiled cryptically and then excused herself.

After a long moment, during which I sipped at my tea, Fluttershy leaned back towards me. "Regardless of the circumstance, the end result was that you and I never really managed to communicate our thoughts and feelings, and it seemed as though our dance, the one that I had felt the two of us had together since that first day you pushed me into my locker, was over."

Suddenly, the lights in the room dimmed to a soft glow, and music could be heard; soft, subtle and stirring. It hovered around me and permeated my body, causing my body to tense with anticipation. As my eyes swiveled around to watch the other patrons cease their conversations and turn their attention to the center of the room, I felt Fluttershy lean closer, her lips just a bare inch from my ear. Her breath ghosted out and tickled my hair, and I shivered.

"After realizing that the last time I knew I wanted something was you, I knew I had made a grave mistake in not pursuing you. Ever since then, I had been missing our dance. I missed how you smelled, how you tasted, how you sounded when I would touch you…"

She closed the distance between her lips and me, placing a gently kiss just below my ear. I shuddered violently at the sensation. Fuck! That was totally cheating!

"But I had no way of knowing what you wanted. I wanted you, yes, but it had been at least a year by that time, and by that time, our dance was likely over. You had moved on, and dating someone else."

I winced slightly, hurt that she had found out about that. At the time it seemed like a good idea to accept when my first real girlfriend had asked me out. I hadn't heard from Fluttershy in months, and assumed she had given up on me. So, in an effort to move on, I dated someone else. And then another, and another.

Until now.

"And now…" Fluttershy whispered softly, as if reading my thoughts. "Now I have you, and our dance can finally be concluded." I sucked in a breath, refusing to break my gaze away from the bed in the middle of the room. "You will dance for me, Sunset. But first, you must learn how I dance now."

As she said those words and withdrew from my ear, my lips parted in an attempt to whisper, even with how faint I may sound, how she danced now, and what would I have to learn in order to dance with her, when the sudden sound of the door opening pulled my attention. A woman emerged from the door, and walked into the center of the room, and as I took in her appearance, the certainty of what Fluttershy wanted from me made itself known.

Her eyes were the brightest gold I had ever seen on a person. Her hair, a light, mint-green, was pulled back from her face but still brushed her jaw in a shaggy, slightly messy style. She wore a tight white dress with long sleeves, the material clinging to her body in ways I sometimes dreamed I would be able to fill out. As she approached the bed and sat on it, her legs crossed and I couldn't help my eyes from traveling down to where her dress ended just beneath her knees, a trail of the material flowing down behind her calf as her bare feet tucked up under her thighs in a demure sitting position.

Her eyes scanned the room, running over the faces watching her one by one until they landed on Fluttershy. A smile curled around the corner of her mouth when she locked eyes with her, and then she looked at me. I watched as her expression shifted to one of brief confusion before her face resumed its normal, serene expression. She settled herself on the bed and waited.

I watched her for a moment before she suddenly started to look familiar.

"Wait… is that-? It can’t be..." I breathed quietly, not breaking my gaze with the girl on the bed.

"Lyra Heartstrings," Fluttershy confirmed, equally as quiet.

I sat back, stunned at the reappearance of yet another old classmate of mine. Lyra and I never really hung out in school, and I had never seen her again after graduating. But she had left enough of an impression for me to remember her well enough to recognize her. Both her and–

“Wait, if she’s here, then where’s…”

And as if to answer my unfinished question, the gold-eyed Lyra sat stoically as the door opened again and a new girl walked into the room, making directly for the bed. Pale skinned and hair flashing with pinks and blues, Bon-Bon was every bit the little bombshell I remembered from Canterlot High. The fact that she and Lyra had been together all throughout school had been public knowledge, and more than once I’d thought back on the pair over the years, wondering if they’d every broken up or not. The fact that they had clearly had not was nice to see. Though, the manner I now knew was more than a little weird.

Bon-Bon stopped in front of the Lyra, regarding her silently for a few moments, before pacing over to the rack beside the bed and trailed her fingers over the implements, as if deciding what would be the best to use.

Her fingers flicked over a leather cord; a whip, if my eyes were mistaken, but passed it by for another, smaller pair of smaller pieces of leather. She plucked them from the rack and walked back to Lyra.

"Your hands," she requested. No. Demanded.

Lyra silently offered her hands, and Bon-Bon deftly wound the leather cords around her wrists, binding her. The woman then stepped closer to Lyra, lifting her hands to trail her fingers down her face slowly. Her nails slid down her cheek, her jaw, her neck and collarbone, and then brushed the very top of her breasts through her dress. Lyra flinched at the contact, inhaling sharply and turning her head away.

Bon-Bon's eyes narrowed at the moment, the slight, and her lips curled up into a sneer as if to say 'Oh… you shouldn't have done that'.

"Why did you turn away?" she asked aloud, her voice soft, but laced with intent.

"Because I'm not sure I want this," Lyra replied, bravely, though the shaken expression in her eyes told another story.

"How can you be unsure unless you try?" the other woman murmured, reaching out again towards Lyra's face, stroking her long fingers down her cheek. Lyra leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut as to enjoy the gentle caress for what it was.

"I'm not sure I want to try," she said softly, breathily.

I licked my lips and looked at the other couples in the room. All of their eyes were locked onto the two women in the center of the room. All of them, except for Fluttershy. She was watching me. I narrowed my eyes at her in question, and the smile that crawled across her face was pleased – expectant. Her eyes held the same dark expression I saw on her earlier when she found me talking with the guy at the café, and I knew for a fact that she was enjoying watching me squirm. I turned back to the bed.

Bon-Bon stroked Lyra's face for a moment longer, her eyes travelling up and down her body. Then she stepped away and pulled at the cord binding her arms, pulling Lyra to her feet. The woman obliged, unfolding her legs and standing.

Bon-Bon met Lyra’s gaze for a split second before she turned, walking back towards the rack beside the bed. Every eye followed her as she reached out and ran her fingers along the tools there, and she hummed slightly, as if deciding what would be the best to use.

The dynamic between the two women was fascinating. On some level I knew it was an act, a show for the customers. But as I watched Lyra's face blend seamlessly between adoration, fear, anticipation and acceptance as Bon-Bon sent teasing glances her way, taking her damn sweet time at the rack, I knew that on some level, it was real. These women eagerly enjoyed what they did. I sensed the defiance Lyra put out, how she didn't want to give in even though she knew – she fucking knew – she would enjoy it. And I could practically taste the confidence, the sheer assurance in herself that Bon-Bon had. I knew she lived to crush that defiance, and Lyra would enjoy every moment of it.

The air was tense around the room as she finally made her choice, her fingers wrapping around the braided handle of a short, brown leather implement. Unless I missed my guess, and I wasn't a deft hand at this, but I thought it was called a 'flogger'.

"Come here, Lyra," Bon-Bon said softly. Something in her voice told me – told everyone – that is was not a request.

Lyra hesitated from her side of the bed, her entire expression unsure, guarded. Her body was tense with anticipation, and it coiled tightly with fear, trepidation, and rebelliousness.

I was captivated, completely focused on the two women. Beside me, Fluttershy remained as poised and elegant as she always was, but I could still somehow feel her attention on me, instead of the center of the room.

"Don't make me repeat myself, Lyra," Bon-Bon said, her voice still soft, but taking on a noticeable commanding tone. She flicked the implement in her hand towards the rack, causing the leather cords to snap, the sound reverberation around the room loudly.

Lyra winced violently. So did I.

Slowly, Lyra took a step towards Bon-Bon, and then another, and another. Bon-Bon smiled, pleased at the other woman's actions, and watched Lyra meekly make her way to her side of the bed, until the woman was all but quivering as she stopped, barely a foot away from her.

"Very good," Bon-Bon purred softly. She reached out and stroked her hand down Lyra's cheek again, causing her to lean into the touch as she did before. "Now turn around."

Lyra tensed at the command, her eyes darting around erratically. She knew what she was being told to do, and was nervous. Perhaps rightfully so. Bon-Bon watched the other woman hesitate, her eyebrow arching high into her bangs as if so say 'No? Are you certain that is wise?'

Apparently, the bound woman thought better of her refusal, and slowly turned around, showing her back to the other. Bon-Bon seemed pleased, and ran her hand down Lyra's arm leisurely, taking her time touching the soft material of her dress. She then slipped her hand down to the woman's wrist and tightly wound her fingers around it, twisting her arm around and wrenching it behind her back.

Lyra hissed sharply as her arm was bent at a seemingly agonizing angle, and she dropped to her knees to avoid her arm being bent any further. Bon-Bon leaned forward and, still gripping the flogger in her hands, bent down to whisper in Lyra's ear.

"I don't remember telling you to kneel," she said, just loudly enough for her audience to hear. She then yanked the kneeling woman back to her feet, arm still locked behind her back. She reached around and pulled the handle of the flogger underneath Lyra's chin, lifting her face with a gentle, but firm touch. She leaned forward and brushed her lips across the woman's exposed neck.

I shivered in my seat at the sight.

"Oh… you are feisty tonight," Bon-Bon murmured as Lyra fidgeted against her hold on her arm. "You have some fight. I will enjoy breaking that from you." She pressed her lips against Lyra's shoulder and firmly pulled her arm around so she turned, and was hovering just over the bed. "I think you will enjoy it, as well." As she spoke those last words, I could have sworn that the woman flicked her eyes up just to seek mine out in the darkness.

I fidgeted in my seat, looking away from the sight of Lyra's lithe form held above the bed by a dominating Bon-Bon. At my movement Fluttershy reached out, placing a gentle hand on my knee. It was a reassuring gesture, as if she wanted to say 'Relax. I won't let anything happen to you.'

I wanted to believe her. I really did. But every time I tried to tell myself that, I would take in the scene before and think of what I had gotten myself into. The similarities between Bon-Bon and Lyra and myself and Fluttershy did not escape me. We looked different, yes. And the situation between us was different. But I could somehow see myself in Lyra's eyes, helpless under Bon-Bon's – Fluttershy's – smoldering gaze. I could almost close my eyes and imagine myself, held down by Fluttershy as she commanded me to kneel, or to do unseemly things to her.

And somehow, deep down, I knew I wanted it.

Oh Sweet Celestia… what was happening to me?

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