Two Heads Are Better Than One

Fluttershy turned her attention back to the bird, ignoring the glow on her hand.

“How are you, Mister Bird?”

The bird chirped back. Greta didn’t understand a word of it, but Fluttershy giggled as if the bird had just told her a humorous anecdote.

“I see! Well, I’m sure your wife will forgive you. Maybe if you bring her some birdseed? I have some at the feeder at my house. It’s just over … uh, that way, I think.” Fluttershy pointed. The bird chirp graciously, then flew off down the street.

Greta looked at Fluttershy and the bird, confused.

“Fluttershy, did you just … talk to that bird?”

“Oh,” Fluttershy said. “I guess I did. Wait, I talked to it?” She gasped and pressed a hand to her cheek. “I talked to it! I did, I did!”

She jumped up for joy, barely making it off the ground because of still being attached to Greta, but she didn’t care.

Greta, however, remained confused.

Fluttershy bounded down the street, dragging Greta with her, overpowering Greta’s weight with her enthusiasm.

“Where are we even going?” Greta asked as her arms flailed uselessly behind them, like a torn flag on the mast of a speeding ship.

“To find some animals, silly!” Fluttershy said, as if this were the most patently obvious thing in the world. “Ooh, there’s one now!”

Discovering a beautiful gray stray cat, Fluttershy ran up to it and approached it. It tensed up as if seeing the approach of the giantess and piercing through Greta’s weak glamour, but it calmed down as though it knew no harm would come to it.

“Hello, Mister Cat! How are you today?” Fluttershy asked while Greta continued to stare in confusion.

The cat gave a long yowling meow. Then it scratched its ear, and meowed.

Fluttershy put a hand over her heart as if struck. “Oh! Well, that’s a very rude thing to say, Mister Cat.”

The cat growled and purred as though to say “I don’t care.” Then it pounced and disappeared behind a bush, having spotted something that caught its eye.

“Can’t you believe it?” Fluttershy asked Greta. “He said I was fat.”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Greta nodded, trying not to let show that she couldn’t believe it – could not, in fact, believe Fluttershy could talk to animals at all.

“Let’s find another,” Fluttershy said.

“Maybe let’s not and say we did?” Greta suggested innocently, not liking the idea of going on another ride, but Fluttershy bounded off anyway with an exuberance Greta found overwhelming. The exact opposite sensation she had got when she asked Fluttershy to merge with her. She hoped Fluttershy would calm down eventually. She didn’t think she could stand being merged with someone this energetic all the time.

“Oh! There’s another bird! Hi, bird! Can you understand me?”

The bird looked down at Fluttershy and chirped a happy tune, then it continued on its flight path.

Fluttershy giggled, elated. “Oh, I wonder if there any squirrels around?” She gasped, seeing a dog some ways down the street. But with her energy, it took no time at all for her to rush forward and greet the dog.

“Hello, Mister Dog!” Fluttershy greeted him, and the dog looked up at her and panted, wagging its tail happily. It was obviously not a guard dog. “How are you today?”

The dog answered her by rolling over onto its back and presenting its belly to her.

“Do you want a belly rub?” Fluttershy asked, and the dog panted in response. “Sure thing!” She bent down and rubbed the dog’s tummy, her hands as gentle as ever despite the fact they were now like a troll’s – large and stony.

After a while, the dog squirmed out from Fluttershy’s hand, got up, and went walking around its yard as though it had forgotten about Fluttershy.

Fluttershy then noticed a rat coming up by the fence.

“Oh, don’t go this way, Mr. Rat! There’s a very big and scary dog this way, and if he finds you, he’ll eat it!”

The rat chittered and squeaked, thanking Fluttershy for the warning, then turned and left.

“Oh, Greta, I’m so happy!” Fluttershy cupped Greta’s cheek and gave her a smooch on the other cheek.

Greta blushed and babbled, flattered that a pretty woman like Fluttershy would give her this kind of physical attention. She reached over with her arms and drew Fluttershy into a tight hug.

“Maybe we can find another bird,” Fluttershy suggested, beginning to take off again.

“Wait!” Greta stomped her foot to slow Fluttershy down, leaving a crack in the roadway. “Fluttershy, I don’t mind you petting dogs, but could you please explain what the heck is going on?”

“Oh. I’m sorry, Greta. I guess I must have got carried away.”

Greta rolled her eyes. “You’re still not answering my question.”

“Oh, yes! Well, you see, Greta, I had … or I used to have the ability to talk to animals.” Fluttershy looked at the ground. “Shortly after I graduated, it started … fading. I didn’t think too much of it at the time. I thought I was just … out of practice, and then as soon I’d pick it up again, everything would be right as rain. All I had to do was get a cat or dog and just chat with them every once in awhile and I’d bring it back. But … that didn’t happen.” Fluttershy sighed.

“Especially not after my husband,” Fluttershy said. “Honestly, by that point, I had felt it going away for awhile … but … it wasn’t until then, after our divorce, and all the pain and misery I had to go through for that … after that, I realized it was truly gone. And I didn’t think it ever come back. But now it has.” She looked at Greta with tears welling up in her eyes. “Thanks to you.”

Greta put a finger to her mouth. “Fluttershy, I don’t know what to say.”

“There’s nothing to say,” Fluttershy said, reaching over and hugging Greta. “Except ‘thank you.’”

They stood there in the street, hugging each other, bathing in the light of Fluttershy’s revitalization.

Greta did have a thought that unnerved her slightly. They were one entity, weren’t they? Two people sharing a body? Shouldn’t they have shared abilities? So shouldn’t she be able to understand animals as well? What was it about Fluttershy’s magic that it refused to share with her?

Fluttershy, meanwhile, was thinking of what a blessing this was. Sure, she’d been upset when she realized Greta had misconstrued the nature of the merging process, but to have her ability to talk to animals back … her connection with nature, which had been savaged and torn apart by the twin ravages of both time and her husband. If melding with Greta was the price she had to pay to get that back, Fluttershy would pay it two times over.

Fluttershy wished there was a way she could thank Greta. Not even the merging seemed like gift enough at this point. Greta had given her back something precious. She gripped her arms around Greta’s side tighter, wondering what she could do to show her appreciation.

“Okay, Fluttershy,” Greta said, “I appreciate you warming up to me, but you’re, uh, really warming up, so you can stop hugging me now.”

“I don’t want to,” Fluttershy said.

“No, but I mean, really, please stop. You’re burning up.”

“What?” Fluttershy pulled away. She looked down at her hands and saw that her half of their body was glowing with a faint golden aura.

“Oh no,” Fluttershy said. Experience had taught her things like this could be good, or go very bad very quickly.

Not helping with Fluttershy’s decision on how to feel about this at all, Greta’s skin also began glowing, though in a less glamorous gray color.

Their hands raised up to the sky, not by them, but as if pulled by puppet strings. Sparkles appeared on their fingertips and began shooting off sparks that flew up into the sky, coaslecing together into two balls of light.

Greta and Fluttershy exchanged nervous glances.

The two balls of light circled each other. They batted at each other, crashing into the other like wrestling birds. But then they backed off. They reshaped into spectral hands, gripped each other, and gave a firm handshake to show an end to hostilities.

Fluttershy and Greta gasped, clutching at their stomachs and falling to knees. Pleasurable sensations overwhelmed, as if each of them had just finished having sex, followed by a well-cooked meal made b a loving spouse.

They breathed heavily and looked at each other with wide-eye expressions, neither of them sure what to think at first. But as they faced off, they stared into the other’s eyes with a sense of longing. A passion was enveloping them from within, and they knew what they had to do.

Both of them reached out to cup cheek of the other, and they brought heads together into a mutual kiss on the lips – the spot reserved for true partners.

A shudder went through them, and they looked down as they felt a tingle in their sides. Their body slimmed down, a fraction of an inch disappearing from their sides. A small change, but it had an enormous impact and made them look much slimmer at a glance. It made Fluttershy feel better, at least.

Fluttershy ran a hand down her side to feel the change in her weight. She was interrupted by a vague, pleasurable sensation going through her body, and she let out a moan.

Greta gave a moan of her own. They tried to look each other in the eye like they did before, but they couldn’t focus their vision.

Their eyes drifted upwards to where the magic was still rubbing against each other, as if the magics in them were engaged in some carnal pleasure of their own, in an alien and incomprehensible way.

Greta, curious, grabbed at her own side as well, feeling the folds in her body fat – how they turned slim. Still heavyset, but looking all the more healthy – possibly because her skin color was changing as well, becoming a light cyan blue color.

Both of them moaned again, and as they opened their mouths, light poured from their eyes.

Fluttershy gasped, going through an intense experience. It felt like she was in a science fiction movie going through hyperspace.

She was being pushed, rushed, dragged along through what must have been Greta’s memories. She saw almost close to five hundred things at once, yet she was able to intuit and understand them all easily.

She saw it. Fluttershy saw it all. The other trolls teasing her. Her having trouble controlling her libido, frequently excusing herself in high school to go and masturbate. Running into a self-destructive spiral where she masturbated frequently when she was stressed, or got teased by bullies, which made her do it more, which alienated her more and made the other trolls see her as a freak. Her mother talking to her about the ‘old ways’ - how trolls would merge with each other, and maybe that would help her if she could someone she trusted. Someone to be close to her and keep her from letting all the bad habits and poor coping mechanisms she developed from going on.

But it hadn’t worked out. Since she was already such an outcast, none of the other trolls wanted to do with her – a few of them, including her father, even told her it was a stupid idea, and that the entire trollkind ‘didn’t do things that way anymore.’

Running into the human world in a last, desperate attempt to find someone. Anyone, who would take that risk and merge with her, before she got even worse.

Asking person after person in the human world. Some of them seemed willing at first. At least one of them seemed turned on by the idea, even. But they all turned her down when she explained it further. Even the kinky one. She backed out at the last second.

Fluttershy could feel Greta’s desperation, the darkness mounting in her heart, the blackness. Fluttershy recognized it. It was depression. Pure, plain depression, brought about by her inability to find a partner to merge with. And she recognized it because she had been living with the same thing.

Greta saw that. While their magic took Fluttershy on a grand tour through Greta’s memories, it gave Greta the same trip through Fluttershy’s.

Greta saw, she felt Fluttershy’s gradual decline from the happy days of high school. She felt Fluttershy’s hand on the phone as if it were her own hand, whose fingers dropped off the phone one by one as her friend told her they couldn’t hang out today because of some other thing – writing a grant, going to a sports competition, throwing a party. None of them had the time. None of them ever made the time, and weren’t friends supposed to make time for friends?

Greta – not Greta, Fluttershy – Greta was starting lose track of who did what. This experience was so strange and confusing. She could lose herself if she wasn’t careful.

She felt what Fluttershy mentioned – how her ability to communicate with animals seemed to wane after graduating. With the advantages of being a second viewing, Greta saw it also seemed to ebb along with the decay of her friendships.

Greta saw and felt Fluttershy meeting the man who would be her husband. How charming he was, how quiet and patient, a perfect match for her. Then it all went crashing down, and they divorced, and he got custody, because Fluttershy couldn’t make a very good argument on the court with her quiet voice. Not without her friends to back her up and encourage her and give her strength. And that was how she got to be where she was. Living all alone in her house.

The worst part was when Fluttershy picked up an old photo of a friend of hers – Rarity, Greta gleaned the name being, having it transferred into her head. Greta could tell, given the hours, the days Fluttershy spent looking at the photo that Fluttershy had developed feelings for her. That she loved her as much as she ever loved her husband. But she, unlike Fluttershy’s ex, was, and always would be out of reach, physically and emotionally – at least that was how Fluttershy felt.

Greta grew a little jealous and resentful. What had this Rarity done for Fluttershy? She made her a few dresses in high school, then disappeared out of her life – yet Fluttershy felt strongly for her. Greta could feel that. But then, whatever process was making this happen responded to her thoughts, showing her a thousand images of Rarity helping her, of Rarity being kind, and generous, and thoughtful, and pushing Fluttershy to do things Fluttershy normally wouldn’t ever do. But things that Fluttershy enjoyed doing once she did do them.

Greta exhaled. At least she thought she did. It was hard to tell. But she did try to calm down.

Just as they felt all the miserable things that brought them here, and the both of them were on the verge of tears, the memories changed to more recent events – happier events, even if Fluttershy had some trouble realizing it at first.

Fluttershy felt the elation, the delight Greta had when she agreed to the merge. The wonderful sense of relief, to know she had finally found someone to be with her, and to help take care of her. Someone who could maybe even salvage Greta’s ability to have friends.

Greta felt the relief Fluttershy felt when she found she could talk to animals again. Somehow or another, being with Greta had reignited that spark, and Fluttershy could translate anything from the tiniest mouse to the mightiest eagle without trouble.

Fluttershy realized it, too. Upset as she was when she completed the merge, and felt like Greta had tricked her, or at the very least left out a few things she wanted to know, she could talk to animals again. That might not have ever happened without Greta.

The two of them both blinked, and when they opened their eyes, they found themselves floating in space, their bodies separated and shrunken down to back when they were teenagers. Rainbows and auroras surrounded them.

“Where are we?” Greta asked, looking around.

“I … don’t know,” Fluttershy said. “I think … maybe we’re inside our minds? What’s this?” She noticed her hand was curled around something, and unfurled it to show it was a heart. Greta was holding one, too.

“I think … we know what we have to do,” Fluttershy said.

Greta nodded.

They walked towards each other, holding their hearts out. With a deep breath, they let go of their own and reached out to take hold of the other’s, taking the heart into their grasp and trying to hold it as gently as they could.

There was another blinding flash, and when their vision cleared, they were standing back where they were, bodies still merged.

“What in the world was that?” Greta asked, placing a hand over her head. She felt dizzy and disoriented.

“I’m … I’m not sure,” Fluttershy said.

Both of them shivered and moaned as a pleasurable sensation washed over their bodies and stimulated them. Neither of them were sure where it came from, but both of them very aroused and horny. They felt on the brink of an orgasm.

Fluttershy nervously ran a hand through her hair. “Greta, do you maybe want to ...”

“I would love to,” Greta said, knowing what Fluttershy was going to ask, reaching over and grabbing Fluttershy’s boob.

Fluttershy blushed. She wiggled her hands, a little shy about it, but she reached over and pinched the butt-cheek on Greta’s side, getting a yelp from Greta in response.

“Oh, maybe don’t do that,” Greta said with a nervous chuckle. “I’m sensitive down there.”

“So you are,” Fluttershy observed idly.

Greta reached over to grope at Fluttershy again, before turning her hand away and tucking it in shyly towards her chest.

“What’s wrong?” Fluttershy asked.

“I don’t know,” Greta said. “It’s just – are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I did kind of trick you into this merge thing – I didn’t mean to, but I just … I was so desperate, and I’ve been alone for so long, my people skills kind of … exploded.”

“I noticed,” Fluttershy murmured.

“And now I’m asking you to have sex! In our own body!” Greta said. “That’s kind of weird, isn’t it?”

“Greta, Greta,” Fluttershy said, grabbing hold of Greta’s cheeks before she started babbling again. “I trust you. I’ve seen what you go through, and … I know you saw what I’ve been through. I consent. I … I want to do this.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” Fluttershy reached to bat at her hair, before remembering it had been turned into a completely different hair style. “It’s my body, too, right? And if I’m going to stick with it, I might as well figure out how it works, um, that way. I mean … I’ll horny, eventually, right?”

Fluttershy paused.

“Do trolls get horny, or was that unique to you?”

Greta blushed and turned away.

“No, I’m sorry, that was kind of a jerk question … I shouldn’t have even thought of it. But anyway, are you down for this?”

“I am if you are,”

“And I’ve told you, I am, so let’s get started!”

Fluttershy reached over and lightly brushed a finger over Greta’s nipples. She rubbed gently and delicately at the soft spot, and Greta quickly moaned, responding positively to the touch. It was just like Fluttershy – it was a small thing, but it did volumes, quickly getting Greta aroused in a pleasant and controlled way. A way she hadn’t experienced in a long time herself.

Greta pursed her lips, not sure how she would match this. She never really touched another woman this way before, and the fact the woman was sharing her body did nothing to curb how awkward and shy she felt about it. She didn’t have Fluttershy’s gentle touch. She leaned into that and just reached out and grabbed at Fluttershy’s breast, though the squeal Fluttershy gave in response didn’t sound entirely pleasurable, and she withdrew her hand.

“Here,” Fluttershy took a hand and took Greta’s second wrist into it. “Let me show you. Try it like this.” She brought Greta’s hand over, pulling and unfurling Greta’s finger, and pressing it gently to her nipple. “Now rub. Gently.”

Greta looked at her finger, then at Fluttershy’s face, then back to her finger.

“It’s okay,” Fluttershy assured her. “We can give it a few tries until you get it right. Not everyone gets it on their first try.” She giggled, thinking of happier times. “I remember when my husband and I ...” she trailed off, her happier times giving way to unhappy times of her awful divorce.

Greta disregarded the lesson and squeezed with her whole hand in order to break Fluttershy away and make her think about something else.

Fluttershy narrowed her eyes, displeased that Greta ignored what she was trying to teach her, but a minute later she realized what Greta had done and smiled.

“Thank you,” Fluttershy said. “I needed that.”

“Sounds like you need a lot of things, Fluttershy. Someone to love you, for one. Someone who will care about you and stay by your side. Not like your dumb stupid ex.”

“Don’t ...” Fluttershy began a weak defense before thinking better of it. Greta was right. Her ex was dumb. And stupid. And he smelled, too. “Yeah, you’re right!”

“See?” Greta said. “You’re a wonderful person, Fluttershy, and you’re beautiful, too. Your ex was a dummy to give you up. But at least now you can be with me.”

Fluttershy nodded.

“Weren’t we supposed to be having sex? Not opening up our hearts to each other?”

“Oh, what’s the difference?” Greta said with a wave of her hand.

“Well, both of them feel good, but only one makes us orgasm,” Fluttershy looked down at their joined crotch. That was another thing she wanted to know. If one of them orgasmed, did they both orgasm? Or was it secluded, split off only to the side of the cunt being fingered?

Only way to find out.

Well, they could probably ask the other trolls. Even if they had stopped merging, there were probably some books on the subject.

But this way was more fun.

Trying again, Greta and Fluttershy reached across their shared chest and groped the breast on the other’s side. This time, they both used their whole hands, gently lifting and bouncing the other’s boobs, feeling it jiggle and sway in their grip.

Fluttershy was amazed to discover how light and bouncy her boob actually felt when Greta began to play with. And how Greta’s felt the same way. It moved not so much the way a boob should, but more like jello in her grip that barely held together.

Fluttershy pressed her fingers down and squeezed, testing Greta’s boob. Unlike herself, Greta seemed to enjoy it, as she got a goofy smile on her face and giggled.

“How do you enjoy that?” Fluttershy asked. “I can’t seem to get into myself.”

Greta shrugged, or played at shrugging. “I guess I just like a little rougher play than you do, that’s all.”

“That’s probably true,” Fluttershy said. She craned her neck and looked over at Greta’s backside. “So … are you sure you don’t want me to do this?” she reached around and groped Greta’s ass again.

Greta let out an eep and blushed, but she didn’t swat Fluttershy’s hand away. In fact, she seemed confused.

“That’s odd. I didn’t like that so much the last time you did that.”

“I was gentler this time,” Fluttershy said, with perhaps just a touch of smugness.

Greta giggled. “Oh, you. Oh!” She squeaked when Fluttershy gripped harder.

“Your butt is so firm but soft, too,” Fluttershy mused, running her fingers over the stores of fat on Greta’s butt.

“Yeah? Let’s see how you like it,” Greta said, though in an obvious playful voice. She reached over and gripped Fluttershy on her side of the butt, and Fluttershy gave her own girlish squeal.

Greta couldn’t keep herself from chuckling. “Wow, Fluttershy. You squeal like you’re still fourteen.”

“Oh, I wish I was still fourteen!” Fluttershy complained. “Before my friends disappeared and I got married to that awful jerk!”

“Hey,” Greta said. “You need to get your head out of the past. You can’t keep going on like this, day in, day out, letting every little thing remind of what you used to be. You gotta move on, you know? Live your life, even if it hasn’t turned out exactly the way you expect.”

“You’re right, you’re right … I just ...”

Greta pinched Fluttershy’s butt-cheek to distract her. “You just what?” she asked cheekily.

“Oh, you!” Fluttershy responded by groping Greta’s boob and her butt at the same time, digging her fingers in deep into the pockets of fat.

Greta smiled and moaned. “That … that actually feels really good, Fluttershy. More. More!”

Fluttershy did her best to fulfill the request, sinking her fingers in as far as she could get them to go.

Greta panted, her eyes rolling up. “Yes! That’s the stuff!” She reached over and did the same to Fluttershy, groping her boob and butt at the same time.

Fluttershy gave another squeal, though this sounded more like a mature woman’s than a young girl’s.

“There we go,” Greta said. “That’s the sound we want to hear.”

The two of them continued to grab at and play with each other’s body this way, feeling how soft and squishy their skin was.

Eventually, they pushed too hard and made the inner sides of their boobs bounce and slap against each other, giving themselves a smack that made their cleavage bounce and jiggle. It left both of them feeling dazed and confused – first because of the pain, then because it … actually felt kinda nice.

Seeking to confirm the results of their experiment, they pulled their breasts apart and let them fly, where they smack into each other again, and the same thing happened. It felt good, despite how unusual a motion it was and the slight sting that followed.

Getting an idea, they slapped themselves on their butts to try and make their butt cheeks do the same thing. To their surprise, it worked, and their butt cheeks jiggled around and slapped together, bouncing all over the place.

They giggled. They repeated the process. They started jumping up and down, trying to make their body fat jiggle as much as possible.

Fluttershy had to admit to herself, while she wasn’t a big fan of their heavyset body-type at first, she was growing to like how plump and full she felt. It was assuring, like she was a big grapefruit and she knew she would never run out of juice.

The sound of their laughter filled the grove, and they resumed fondling at each other’s boobs and butt as they bounded around.

“Oh, Greta! This is lovely!”

“It is! It really is!” Greta inhaled sharply. “Oh, Fluttershy … it’s so wonderful having someone with me like this! I’m so excited, and it feels so good to jiggle with you!”

“I feel the same way!”

“Oh, I could almost … Fluttershy, I could almost climax right now!”

“Right now?” Fluttershy asked, mildly confused. “Already?”

“Yes, already!”

Now that she thought about, Fluttershy was feeling a warm, wet sensation near her thighs. It would appear the orgasm would be shared between them.

“Higher!” Greta demanded. “Let’s jump higher and jiggle even more! So high we reach the moon!”

“Maybe not there,” Fluttershy mumbled. “I hear strange men live there.”

Fluttershy’s teeth chattered as she felt the vibes or orgasm beginning to flow through her, the same way they were going through Greta. She could feel they were already past the point where she could do anything to stop it.

After their next landing, Greta bounded up her legs and brought them hurtling upwards without consulting Fluttershy about it. They went up much higher than before, and Fluttershy could see why it appealed to Greta. There was something charming and quaint about the way they jiggled as they fell back down to earth, air and gravity pushing up against their body fat.

After their next landing, they bent their legs and prepared to bound further up, but doing so caused all four of their boobs to jiggle and smack together in an oddly pleasurable way, ripples going through their body. The effect on her their body made Fluttershy go crossed-eyed and stick her tongue out, giggling as she recovered from the pleasant sting.

“Fluttershy …” Greta groaned, eyes blinking like she was in heat. “Fluttershy, this feels great, but I need more to … you know.”

Fluttershy mumbled, trying to think. She glanced down at Greta’s thighs and shyly reached over, plunging her arm down Greta’s crotch and making her way to Greta’s vagina. When she located the slit, she brushed her fingers over the top of it, lightly, gently. She blushed. She’d never touched another woman like this before, and she was nervous if she was doing it right or now.

Closing her eyes and counting to three, Fluttershy plunged her fingers into Greta’s cunt.

Greta squealed. She moaned softly, looking down at Fluttershy’s arm as it bobbed back and forth.. Eventually, she smiled.

“Could I …?” Greta asked tentatively, raising a finger.

“Oh, but of course.”

With some trepidation, Greta reached over and did the same to Fluttershy, plunging her hand down their body and found her way to Fluttershy’s slit. She pressed at it curiously, softly, at first, before pressing her two very thick and heavy-handed fingers deep inside the hole.

“Easy, Greta, easy,” Fluttershy said. She breathed heavily, getting wet in seconds. Greta was pretty good at this, and it embarrassed to Fluttershy to remember why that was.

As they got more and more comfortable with it, they increased the pace and intensity of their fingering.They began to heave back and forth, losing their balance from the rigorousness of their rubbing.

“Oh, Fluttershy! I’m going to … I’m going to!”

“Wait, wait! Hold it in for just a second!” Fluttershy shouted.

“Why?”

“Greta, we’re still close to the neighborhood!”

“Yeah? So? Let them see us, we’ve got the glamour spell on.”

“I’m not worried about them seeing us – I’m worried about them hearing us! How loud are you when you orgasm?”

“Pretty loud … oh.” It took a moment to catch up on what Fluttershy meant. “What do we do?”

“I don’t know! Run into the forest?”

Fluttershy’s teeth chattered again. That wouldn’t do any good. They were already too close.

“Uh … uh … kiss!”

“What?”

“Let’s kiss each other!” Fluttershy blurted out. “That way we can muffle our screams with our mouths!”

Greta wasn’t entirely sure that would work, but Fluttershy grabbed her cheeks and pulled her into a deep smooch before she could say so.

Greta moaned, eyes fluttering. Fluttershy was a good kisser. Her lips were soft, too, just like her voice.

Fluttershy lost herself in it. This wasn’t normally the kind of straightforward thing she would do, but once she threw herself in it, she was committed. She pressed her tongue into Greta’s mouth, and Greta tried to do the same, but all that happened was that their tongues kept pushing other and prevented the other from gaining any ground. Nothing at all like how it read in the romance novels Rarity used to share with Fluttershy.

It became a moot point, as the orgasm after so much teasing finally hit them both. It was so intense they dropped onto their sides, holding on to each other tightly as they experienced sweet release. Their whole body shook like a rattle, and Fluttershy completely forgot any of her questions about troll anatomy. It was short, but it didn’t need to be a nerve-wracking, drawn-out sensuous experience for them to be walk away satisfied.

Their orgasm finished, their arms dropped to their sides, and they laid down on the ground where they were, content to nap for the next hour or so, all worries forgotten.