Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy were sitting in a small waiting room in one of the administrative buildings on campus. It was an extremely bland room which contained a coffee table littered with some of the school’s literary magazines, surrounded by a few uncomfortable wooden chairs and a small sofa. The wallpaper and carpet were both shades of beige.

Rainbow Dash was lounging on the sofa, lying with her head propped on her elbow and one foot hiked up on the cushions, while Fluttershy was sitting in one of the wooden chairs next to her with excellent posture, her hands folded delicately in her lap.

Rainbow groaned. “How come we have to be the ones to bring all this paperwork to admin again? This is so lame. I could be practicing right now.”

“Oh, umm, well Twilight asked us to… I think she and Sunset had something come up last-minute. I’m not sure about Rarity and Applejack though.”

Rainbow sighed. “Yeah, I know. I asked them too. Applejack has an essay to write and Rarity just got all nervous and said she had to ‘do something… alone’. What a weirdo. I just wish we could, I dunno, email it or something.”

“I don’t think it will take very long. All we’re doing is dropping off the forms so that the Rainbooms can play at the Fall Formal. Aren’t you excited for that?” Fluttershy asked.

“Yeah, yeah. The dance will be whatever. I just hate waiting. I don’t see why we can’t just rock out without filling out a bunch of dumb paperwork first. So lame!”

Fluttershy smiled. Rainbow’s blunt and straightforward attitude was something she liked about Rainbow. She always knew exactly what Rainbow was thinking, there weren’t any secrets or drama. She was an open book and could express herself easily whereas Fluttershy always had trouble speaking up.

“You know, um, it’s not uncommon at the dance for people to go in pairs… so… you know… um…-”

Rainbow Dash’s phone rang, interrupting Fluttershy mid-sentence. She picked it up and looked at the text she had received.

“Aw man, seriously? Does this girl ever take a break? I swear she’s sent me five hundred texts today.”

“Um, who’s that? If you don’t mind my asking, of course.”

“Huh? Oh, it’s just Sugarcoat. We’ve been sort of, well, hooking up recently. I thought it would just be a fling at first but she won’t stop bugging me. I mean, once or twice a week is fine but she can’t get enough. Guess I can’t blame her though. I am pretty awesome.”

“H-hooking up?” Fluttershy stuttered. “Like… that kind of hooking up?”

“Uh, what other kind is there?” Rainbow asked without looking up from her phone.

Fluttershy turned deep red.

“You mean you and her… do that sort of stuff… together… in b-bed?”

Rainbow rolled her eyes and finally glanced up at a disturbed Fluttershy.

“Yeah, Flutter. We have sex. You do know we’re in college right? You’re supposed to experiment. It’s like, sex central. Everyone’s hooking up.”

“They are?” Flurttershy looked horrified. “Does that mean that you… with other girls?”

Rainbow Dash either didn’t hear, or ignored the question, and instead went back to typing on her phone.

Fluttershy shifted uncomfortably in her chair, looking over at Rainbow Dash every few seconds. She squeezed her hands tightly together and struggled to articulate her thoughts.

“Are you… With Sugarcoat I mean… Are you, um, in a relationship?” Fluttershy squeezed her hands even more tightly, waiting anxiously for Rainbow’s reply.

Rainbow snorted. “A relationship? No way! She’s hot and horny. That’s pretty much it.”

Fluttershy seemed relieved.

“S-so um, are you taking Sugarcoat to the Fall Formal? Or um, have you decided yet?”

Rainbow sighed, hit send, and put her phone back on the table, leaning back into the sofa once again. “Take someone? I was just gonna go stag. What’s the point of taking someone when everyone’s gonna be there anyway? Who cares who you’re with when you walk in?”

Fluttershy looked down at her lap again. “Well it could be fun… Going with someone else, I mean. It would be romantic.”

“Romantic? It’s a college dance. It’ll be like, ninety percent grinding, someone’s gonna spike the punch, and if it’s really good, someone might puke. I mean the Rainbooms will make it awesome, but I don’t know if I’d call it ‘romantic’.

“Oh…” Fluttershy looked dejected.

For the first time in a while, Rainbow Dash looked over toward her friend and saw her face. It looked… sad. “Sorry, Flutter. I just mean that sometimes college parties get crazy. It can be romantic too though. We’re the Rainbooms, we can turn it upside down and still be classy as hell!” She punched her friend lightly on the shoulder.

Fluttershy smiled a little and rubbed the place where Rainbow had punched. “If you say so.”

There was a moment of silence in which both girls sat together without making eye contact, then Rainbow Dash smirked and said, “So… you haven’t hooked-up yet, huh?”

Fluttershy’s face turned bright red almost immediately. “W-well… I… I mean, I thought… er... well I wanted… um… and...“

Rainbow was having a good time watching the girl struggle to talk about something dirty. She was going to say something to stop her suffering, but just before she could, the door opened and the administrative receptionist brought them into her office. After that, the moment was kind of over so they went their separate ways.

Back at home, Fluttershy couldn’t shake a feeling of restlessness. She had been feeling restless a lot lately, actually. She had hoped talking to Rainbow Dash would help - that’s why she had volunteered to go to the admin office with her - but it only ended up making things worse.

She sighed as she opened the door to her room, slid her backpack off, and flopped onto her back on her bed. She felt her breasts bounce and jiggle as she did, and had to take a deep breath to center herself.

Oh, that’s right. She had been feeling dirty a lot more lately too. It wasn’t a totally new feeling - she was human after all, and had hormones like everybody else - but lately it had been like she was in heat. Of course the thought had made her turn tomato red, but she couldn’t deny the sensations in her own body. Things had been… sensitive lately. That was the only way she could phrase it without sounding too… well she just didn’t like to talk like that.

Of course, it was probably just college, she had told herself. That’s when you’re supposed to reinvent yourself, right? It was just an instinct, like how birds know to fly south every winter, or bears know to hibernate. College students just try new things, that’s all.

She had gone to Rarity first. That ended up being a mistake. Rarity had adored the idea of Fluttershy reinventing herself, or rather, of Rarity reinventing Fluttershy. When Flutter had knocked on her fashionista friend’s door and explained the situation, it had been like a king cobra snatching its prey in one quick strike, then dragging it back to its nest to feed. Except in this case, the cobra was a girl with way too many clothes, and the nest was her bedroom where she had made Fluttershy try on several dozen outfits. In the end, she ended up picking out some shorter skirts, a couple of party dresses, and a nice flattering one-piece swimsuit, all of which Rarity was more than happy to lend her.

It hadn’t fixed anything. New clothes didn’t make her feel any different. Especially since she was too shy to wear them in public. And the restless feeling was still there.

She thought about what Rainbow Dash had said. Was she really hooking up with Sugarcoat? How could she be so casual about something so… intimate? Weren’t things like that supposed to be more private? More romantic? Or were they just normal things every girl had to try at least once? Fluttershy’s head felt weird. She couldn't stop asking herself questions that she didn’t like answering.

But she did like the feelings that came with her dirty thoughts. When she thought about Rainbow, about her strong, easy going personality, her bright eyes, her toned body…

Fluttershy gulped. What was she doing? What was she thinking?

What was she touching?

She looked down and let out a long, squeaky moan. Her hand was in her skirt. Her fingers were on her… her….

She bit her lower lip and squirmed. But she didn’t stop. She wasn’t sure she could. It felt so good. Was this how Rainbow felt with Sugarcoat? Would Rainbow feel like this? Rainbow… inside her…

Fluttershy squealed and felt something shoot through her; intense, hot pleasure. Something trickled out of her, then, making a little wet spot on her panties. Of course she had chosen that day to wear her thong. She had only bought it because it was cute, and besides, she had thought, it might be good to wear for sports and stuff since it won’t ever bunch up or anything. It only intensified her lust.

She blushed, feeling messy and dirty. She had never done this before, but her fingers seemed to know what felt good. She let them work her soft, smooth skin down there. She liked to keep things trim, but leave a little neat pink ‘fluff’ in the shape of a heart above her intimate anatomy.

“Rainbow…” she moaned, sliding one finger inside of herself and hugging her pillow tight against her chest.

She imagined what it would be like if Rainbow were on top of her, kissing her.... She could almost feel the girl’s arms around her, pulling her in tight, so strong but somehow perfectly gentle with her....

She felt something well up inside her, like a dense, throbbing ball of pleasure in her body that she knew instinctively she had to release. Her fingers moved faster, she squirmed harder. Everything felt hot and fast and she moaned out loud. So loud she was afraid her neighbors would hear. But she couldn’t stop. It was reaching a fever pitch but she couldn’t stop. She could only picture Rainbow, feel her, hear her, need her. There were sounds. Wet sounds. And she felt warmth on her thigh. It was on her sheets. Hot and warm, fast and intense and.. .and…

Fluttershy squealed and arched her back as pleasure exploded through her, making her shake all over, her fingers the only things that seemed to still move right. Her brain went crazy - or numb, she couldn’t tell which - and all she could think or feel was pleasure. Her thighs quivered and she dropped back down flat, chest heaving as she panted for breath. She was in a puddle of something warm, some kind of juice leaking out of her that was soaking into her bed spread.

It lasted for several minutes. Eventually she managed to pull her fingers back, noting that her skirt had made its way down to her knees. Her panties were sopping wet, soaked through by her own fluids, but she didn’t want to take them off. She didn’t want to move at all. She lay there, then, and smiled. She hadn’t felt so wonderful in so long. The restless feeling was gone.

After a long while, she got up slowly, onto her knees on the bed, and shimmied out of her skirt and top. She wanted to feel sexy. She had never cared about it before, but after her… experience just then, she felt bold. She was sexy. She took a look at her body in the mirror and thought it again, saying the word over and over again in her head, as if to try it on. She liked how it felt. She liked being sexy.

In fact…

Her heart beat a little faster as she pulled her phone off of the bedside table where she had laid it earlier. She opened the camera. The restless feeling from earlier crept back in, but it was different this time. It was exciting. She liked it. She wanted more of it.

She opened her legs a little, spreading her knees on the now-messy bed sheets, and slid one hand back into her wet panties, pointing her phone at the mirror. The image on the screen made her heart skip a beat. She couldn’t believe that was her. But… it wasn’t enough.

She put the phone down and quickly unsnapped her bra, letting it topple down her thighs and onto the floor just in front of her, then she picked the phone back up and…

By the time she was finished, she had taken nearly 40 pictures. She lost all her self control, allowing herself to feel all the things she had never felt before at once. It was intoxicating. She tried every pose she could think of, tried different model faces, different angles. In the end she picked a favorite - a simple one in which she sat, legs spread, with a big smile on her face and her free hand in her panties. It was sexy and cute at the same time. It was her.

Author's Note

Sorry for the hiatus, I was taking a nap. Check out the other chapters if you haven't read them already.

And let me know what you want to see happen next!