The Center of Attention

Meanwhile, away from Twilight’s erotic fantasies, another equally arousing scene was taking place. One of the participants was absolutely ecstatic at the prospect, while another was doing everything in her power to avoid it. It seemed that Rarity just did not understand the ideals behind personal space, even though Fluttershy had attempted to explain it to her over and over again. But the fashionista just put on an even more alluring face and crept ever closer to the nervous girl’s cheek. She even tried to kiss it a couple of times, but Fluttershy dodged it just in the nick of time.

“Now, Rarity,” Fluttershy said, trying to be firm, “we’re friends, and as my friend, I’m begging you to observe personal boundaries.”

“Oh, darling, what boundaries?” Rarity asked, “boundaries are for fools. Let us…be free with each other.”

“No!” Fluttershy exclaimed, “I don’t want the type of ‘freedom’ you’re offering! I’m not that kind of girl!”

Rarity backed away with a suddenly dull look. She frowned at her friend, noticing the drab wetsuit she was wearing. She just didn’t know why Fluttershy insisted upon being so modest, when she had such a beautiful skin tone. It seemed like a crime to keep herself so covered up when a two piece swimsuit would look just gorgeous on her. Rarity began involuntarily salivating at a small vision of Fluttershy with a thong running up her beautiful derriere. She shook her head to clear her mind and then suddenly grabbed Fluttershy.

“HEY!” Fluttershy squeaked.

But Rarity didn’t respond. She dragged Fluttershy off behind some large rocks, and prepared to give her most persuasive bodily argument she’d ever given. Her mind raced as she thought of exactly what she’d say and how she’d move. She knew of the great power that lay in the rather lost art of body language, and her figure was fluent. Her blue eyes could evoke lust in even the most stubborn of celibates. Her breasts and hips could strike an instant attraction into those who didn’t appreciate what beauty was. She could garner anything her heart desired with a wiggle of her firm, yet pillow like ass; and, to top it all off, she could basically guarantee social and financial discounts by flashing the gem that lay between her legs.

Now, she needed to convince Fluttershy that showing her skin would be a good thing. If she were successful in this endeavor, it would most likely lead to greater things. So, she began by slowly caressing the yellow girl’s face. She ensured that her hand was as tantalizingly gentle as possible, so as to awaken Fluttershy’s sexuality in the correct manner. She’d always had something of a crush on the quiet friend of animals everywhere, and it was time for her to act on it. But first came the most difficult part: getting Fluttershy out of her wetsuit. It might take a little bit of trying, but she knew she could weasel her way around to the zipper on the back.

“Mm…you like it when I touch your face, Flutter?” Rarity asked in a voice that would melt butter.

“Well…I mean…It feels nice,” said the intensely blushing Fluttershy, “…but…I…er…”

“Oh, come now, darling,” Rarity cooed, “you need to show off a little.”

“Show off?”

“Indeed. Why don’t we start by taking off your wetsuit?”

Fluttershy gasped and recoiled away from Rarity. “No!” She exclaimed, “I’m sorry, Rarity, but I must be firm! I don’t take off my wetsuit! You know that!”

Rarity smiled and turned the charm up to eleven. “But, why, darling? I mean, you have such pretty skin and an amazing figure. Why not…show it off a little?”

“Because it’s embarrassing and degrading!” Fluttershy said firmly, “I’m not gonna put myself through what you are! I’m saving my body and everything that goes with it for my future husband. I’ve already made that decision.”

“What a shitty decision,” Rarity muttered under her breath.

Fluttershy rolled her eyes a bit. “Look, if you wanna wear three strips from a handkerchief as a bikini, then more power to ya. But I’m not gonna lower myself to that!”

Rarity felt like screaming. Didn’t Fluttershy realize the intricate nature of fashion, and its interchangeability with the beautiful nudity of the human body? Wasn’t she aware that dressing in full body suits had gone out of fashion in, oh, say, 1910? Didn’t she know that, by covering up, she was actually embarrassing herself more than if she were stark raving naked? The look on Fluttershy’s face immediately answered all three questions in the negative. She was going to remain in her wetsuit, and there wasn’t anything anyone could do about it. Anyone…that is…except a very determined Rarity.

She once again advanced on Fluttershy, and even dared to brush her crotch. The other girl squeaked in surprise and suddenly slapped Rarity across the face. While a tad shocked at her behavior, Rarity nonetheless pressed forward. She dared Fluttershy to hit her again, and the girl took the dare when Rarity began fingering her through her wetsuit. But Rarity’s boundlessness would not cease, and she backed Fluttershy up against a rock. The girls’ lips finally met, and Rarity thought it was an amazing moment. Fluttershy went to hit her again…but then Rarity’s tongue found its way into her mouth. She moaned and fell into the kiss, finally loosening that which she had bound to herself for so long.

When they broke apart, Rarity reached around behind her and slowly unzipped her wetsuit. Fluttershy quivered as she felt it drop around her, revealing a bright pink bikini. Rarity smiled as all of her thoughts from earlier dissipated. It seemed Fluttershy did know something of fashion after all! The fabric she wore was completely appropriate for the season, and it showed just enough skin to be considered sexy. The top had cute little butterflies on it, and the bottoms were pink and white stripes. To say that Rarity fell in love with the suit would be an understatement.

“Darling…!” She breathed, “…it’s…gorgeous!”

Fluttershy tried to cover it with her arms. “Oh…what have I done? I’ve betrayed my principles and sullied my name with this filth!”

“You really need to loosen up, sweetie.”

“Will you stop calling me ‘darling’ and ‘sweetie?!’” Fluttershy demanded.

Rarity smirked. “Oh, darling, that’s what I call everyone. But let’s forget that. Now, we must commit to something more important.”

“W…what’s…th-that?” Fluttershy asked as she began quivering all over again.

“Taking off that bikini…”