"You need a hand finding anything?" Rainbow asked.

Fluttershy jumped and almost hit her head on the ceiling. "Iwasn'ttastingSpicy'scum!"

For a moment Rainbow tried to figure out what her friend was saying, then she let out a sigh. "Flutters, just chill, okay? You need to get dressed, right? Do you want to spend the night in the spare bed?"

"I-I didn't mean to, but it just—" Fluttershy finally got a grip on her traitorous voice. She looked at Rainbow and only saw a smile on her friend's face. "Sorry."

"Fluttershy, we already share our bed with others. Look, I have nothing against you having enjoyed yourself, and I doubt Spicy would either. Just calm down and—"

Seeing Spicy walk into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist, Fluttershy felt her mouth opening again and reached up quickly to cover it. Barely making it in time, she felt her lips work and her mouth move as she tried to tell him she ate some of his cum.

"Hey, Spicy, you remember the mess I left on Fluttershy?" Rainbow asked, only to be grabbed up by Fluttershy and pinned to the woman's chest with one hand over her mouth.

Focusing his attention on the bed, Spicy spared a single glance to Rainbow and Fluttershy before getting back to removing the covers he'd made a mess of. "Yeah?"

"I didn't lick it up!" Fluttershy had been doomed. She couldn't keep her own and Rainbow's mouths closed.

Pausing, Spicy looked back at Fluttershy and smirked. "Was it good?"

Now trying to hold Rainbow with just the hand over her muzzle, Fluttershy used the other hand to cover her own mouth. The only problem was Rainbow was slipping lower and lower. Oh, and Fluttershy couldn't stop from nodding.

"Huh." Grabbing up and tossing aside the sheets and covers of the bed, Spicy went on talking while he worked. "I didn't peg you for being all that kinky when Rainbow first introduced us. Hearing about all these things you're into—it reminds me that I shouldn't take anyone at face value."

"You're not mad?" Fluttershy had to transfer her hand to supporting Rainbow, who was now basically pressed against Fluttershy's groin.

"Mad? Not at all. You got to have some extra fun. I'll tell you a secret—we had some fun in the shower too. Also, I enjoyed having someone watching us. If you want to do it again sometime, I still need more practice with ropes. I can't promise it'll be the same pose each time, but I'll definitely make sure you can't do anything but watch." As Spicy spoke, he walked to the trunk at the base of the bed, opened it, and lifted out fresh linen.

"Th-That would be nice." Fluttershy took a firmer hold on Rainbow and lifted her back up. In her mind she knew it was her friend, but she was so used to handling quadrupeds at the shelter that her hands had a muscle memory for holding what amounted to a large dog.

Going about making the bed, Spicy kept his wings tucked at his side rather than have them mess up his attempts to cast various coverings over the bed. "You might want to ask Thunderbolt if he would be okay with that too. He's pretty easy-going, though don't be surprised if he asks if you'd like to join in."

Rainbow tried to squirm from Fluttershy's arms, but she was surprisingly good at keeping her from getting away. In the end she cleared her throat. "Uh, Fluttershy?"

Looking down, Fluttershy gasped when she realized she was cradling Rainbow like a dog. "Oh my goodness. Let me just—let me put you down."

"Thanks. So, uh, do you want to sleep in the spare bed tonight?" Rainbow asked when she was back on the floor.

For a fraction of a moment Fluttershy became self-conscious of the fact she was naked. It was like a tightness gripped her chest—but then she let it go. Spicy wasn't interested in her except to investigate bondage, and Rainbow had no interest in her except as a friend. Besides, Rainbow was naked too. "I-I'd like that, I think."

It had been pure luck that Fizzlepop Berrytwist had found herself in a study session with Sunset Shimmer. The group was meant to be second year students and up, but when Sunset had walked in and taken a seat she had been a little surprised.

"Well, our newest adherent to all things the brain takes in and spits out is here at last." Chrysalis (Chris) leaned back in her chair and waited for Sunset to find somewhere to sit down. "Now, let's take a look forward. I've grilled you all about what you are doing now, but I want to know your hopes and dreams."

"So you can crush them?" Fizzlepop asked.

Chris barked a laugh. This group was far more relaxed than her lectures were, and helped her wind down after a day cramming knowledge into heads too full of other things to fit it in. "No, of course not. The real world is what crushes hopes and dreams—I'm here to get you ready for it. Since you spoke up, what do you want out of this, Fizz?"

Fizzlepop wondered how much to tell them, then figured she might as well open up about it. What would it matter, after all? "Well, as I told you all, I work for a federal agency. So far I've just been an investigator, but I'd like to break into criminal profiling."

"Positive and focused goal. Good to hear. Why don't we move from there to our least experienced member of this little clique. Sunset?" It was an easy shift to make for Chris, she liked the self-assured nature of both women, and was curious to see what they would make of each other.

"You want the truth, right?" Looking at Chris, Sunset felt the slightest bit nervous about having Fizzlepop there. When Chris nodded to her, Sunset shrugged her shoulders. "I want to save people. I guess I have a special friend to thank for showing me that's what I want to do."

"Going clinical psych?" Fizzlepop asked.

Snorting, Sunset shook her head. "The truth is I feel like all this"—she gestured to her wings—"happened for a reason. I know people don't tend to talk about it, because magic is kinda out of fashion, but this isn't that weak stuff you're used to. So, yeah, I want to save people. I want to be the shield that stands between them and danger."

That was a little more than Chris had expected. She knew about the girls and magic—though the concert where that magic had affected her personally still felt like a dream—but it was sometimes hard to reconcile the smart young woman who just happened to have wings with stopping what the media had called hate demons.

Though the silence raged on, Fizzlepop was struck hard by the honesty. The rawness of it reminded her of her own reasons for entering law enforcement. Her certainty that the Rainbooms were up to something wavered a little at the openness of Sunset's declaration.

"Well." Chris looked around the others, feeling like she needed a life preserver after the conviction Sunset had shown. "Who's next?"

Stepping out of the small room with her bag over her shoulder, Sunset pondered her options. It was well past whenever her friends would be at school, and with the clouds just starting to weep, she was likely going to get wet on a walk home.

"Want a lift?" Fizzlepop asked.

Turning, Sunset blinked in surprise. "I'm supposed to be the one who can read people's minds. Sure, I guess." She looked back at Fizzlepop and watched as she walked up to her. "So long as it's not too much trouble."

"No. It's fine. I wanted to talk to you, anyway." The moment she said it, Fizzlepop facepalmed. "I meant to say, I want to apologize to you and your friends."

"The rest of us you'll probably be able to, but you burned a bridge with Rainbow pretty hard. What'd you even say to her?" Keeping pace with Fizzlepop wasn't easy. Sunset had lost a little height and Fizzlepop was way taller than her.

"She kinda caught me off guard with the—uh—multiple relationships thing." Reaching into her pocket, Fizzlepop pulled out the keys to her car. "I had a bit of trouble getting my head around it."

"And now?"

They reached the doors and stepped out under the awning. "My car's over there." Fizzlepop pointed through the light rain.

The two ran through the rain. Sunset let Fizzlepop reach the car first to unlock it so she wouldn't have to stand still. Once they were both inside and if not dry, at least no longer getting rained on, Sunset asked, "You didn't answer that."

"The answer is I don't know. I thought—I thought she was a working girl, and that was some kind of excuse she was using. I guessed real wrong on that." Turning on the ignition and starting the car, Fizzlepop pulled out of the school carpark.

"Yeah, you probably couldn't have been any more wrong." Sunset started to gesture in the direction of the share house, but Fizzlepop was already turning that way.

"Tell me about it. She didn't do anything, you know, but my boss had three phone calls about my conduct there and his boss's boss got one from someone that told everyone under him to assign me somewhere else. I got asked if I'd like to take a break or do some training."

It was a lot to take in. Sunset thought back to how furious Rainbow had been about it, and she realized that the ones who called in to complain could have been just about anyone. "So you took this while things cooled off. Do you play an instrument?"

"Music? Nope. Why?" Fizzlepop knew the location of the home the group were living in. She also knew Rainbow wasn't living there.

Sunset chuckled. "Well, let's just say that music is the way to her heart. Come to think of it, though, I don't think her boyfriends play either, so maybe not."

Wanting to change the topic, Fizzlepop moved to what Sunset had said in the study group. "So you're going to join the force?"

"Huh?"

"You said you wanted to be the shield that protects people."

"As long as I don't admit to an actual crime, you can't arrest me, right?" Sunset had to remind herself that she'd only really just met Fizzlepop.

It wasn't hard for Fizzlepop to put that question together with what she'd read about Sunset and her friends' work and come up with the answer, "Vigilante justice isn't justice. You wouldn't be protecting anyone."

"Well, how many law enforcement agencies would hire someone with wings?"

It was something Fizzlepop wouldn't have thought twice about before she'd been to Canterlot on this case, but now—with the conviction and drive to help that Sunset had shown—it seemed more than a little problematic. After running over it in her mind, she sighed. "Can we go an hour without your or your friends making me reexamine my sense of right?"

"Hey, that's your problem. So yeah, I just do what I think is right and keep talking with my friends so I don't lose my grounding. It's—it's kinda the reason I'm studying psych. If I'm going to make mistakes, it could see people get hurt."

Biting her lower lip to keep from wishing Sunset luck, Fizzlepop pulled the car up at the sharehouse. "Ugh, I hate this. I'm going to have to go think about how I feel or this won't ever resolve."

"I could help if you'd like?" Holding up her hand, Sunset reached out to Fizzlepop but kept from touching her. "You know what I can do with touch, right?"

Fizzlepop froze. The dossier on Sunset Shimmer had included that she had some kind of contact mental ability. She was a type BC—magical and psychic threat. "Not really."

"If I do it right, you get to look over your history of a particular topic and see all the things that formed your current thoughts on it. I'll get to see it too." Leaving her hand out, she kept it there as an invitation.

"And if you do it wrong?"

"Then either nothing happens or you're in my head in a world of my own construction—which I normally just go with a lounge."

Not knowing why, Fizzlepop reached her hand out and took Sunset's. It could have been the raw honesty Sunset had shown, or even the way she and her friends had stood against the monstrous sirens. The feel of Sunset's palm was lost, however, as her mind was dragged into Sunset's world.

Author's Note

Rarity: Do you think it's time for you to design the wears for your group in order to satisfy their own (and their parasite's) kinkiness? That means including yours too.

With a dramatic sigh, Rarity shook her head. "Wonderful as it would be, our little group is just a little too large now have me cater for all of their fashion needs. Besides, they're adults—they can take me shopping for what they need." Rarity's eyes danced in anticipation of such adventures.

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