Flitter's Friday

"Heya, Flitter!"

"Hi, Blossomforth," Flitter answered as her hooves touched down on the verdant, sun-warmed grass of Ponyville park. She'd managed to spot the pegasus from above, tucked away as in a little corner between a weathered sculpture and one of the many spring floral arrangements that always came to dominate the park that time of year.

Blossomforth had already begun her routine with no qualms about subjecting her snow-white fur to the ground, and the glaring pink and green streaks of her mane and tail fell about her messily. Her front legs were bent sharply to bring her freckled face an inch from the ground, while her back flowed in a tight swoop up to where one of her hind-legs remained standing almost normally. Its counterpart, meanwhile, lifted slowly, very slowly, back and higher and higher, not so much as trembling from the exertion.

"Y'know, you don't have to stay after with me every time we have a shift together," Blossomforth's chirpy voice drew Flitter's gaze away from its course tracing the smooth musculature of her leg along to where it met her form. Flitter smiled as she looked down into the sky blue eyes of her friend.

"Yeah, I know. It's just interesting to watch you practise," she said, looking to Blossomforth's rear hoof, now nearly even with the freshly cleared sky. After a moment's pause, she admitted, "And, well... I do sometimes worry you'll get stuck again."

"You worry too much, Flitter! I haven't gotten stuck in, what, months now? Nearly a year?" she held this position as she spoke, just the slightest strain showing through in her tone. "I've improved a lot since, you know, that time."

"That's true," the other pegasus admitted earnestly. "Still... They spent the better part of the next day at Ponyville Clinic trying to get your legs going the right way. And Davenport couldn't look you in the eye for weeks."

A fit of warm, wheezy giggles sent little tremors through Blossomforth's form, threatening to topple her. One of Flitter's hooves shot forward without thought, bracing her leg and stabilizing the stretching pony's precarious position. "Don't remind me!" Blossomforth finally retorted after she'd gotten herself under control. "Though, it was actually pretty nice getting tangled up with him like that. You wouldn't expect the quills-and-sofas guy to smell that nice, but there ya go! Oh, well, and I'm grateful he found me, too."

It took a moment for Flitter to remember to remove her hoof from the warm, shapely surface of her flexible friend's extended leg. She felt herself swallow as she withdrew it, some half-remembered sensation from her dream made manifest by the reassuring strength she felt in that brief touch. She quickly navigated past it, focusing her attention on Blossomforth's face and their conversation. "You're lucky he did, or you could have been stuck that way all night."

"Yeah, yeah. Hooh!" With that brief noise of exertion, the white pegasus shifted her equilibrium wholly into her front hooves, and Flitter had to struggle for a moment not to stare at the other hind leg ascending to join its partner. There was a little more strain in Blossomforth's voice, but she spoke on with all of her usual chipperness even as her front legs trembled a bit in the exertion of slowly lifting her face away from the ground. "Haa, hey, speaking of the clinic..."

Flitter took the pause to be a matter of focus on her fellow weatherpony's part and only realised after a moment that those blue eyes were fixed on her expectantly. "Er, yeah?"

"You have appointments there pretty often, right?" Blossomforth continued, now a few more inches from the grassy floor.

"Well, yeah, I guess. I have one today, actually," Flitter murmured without too much thought.

"Wait, what, why? Are you sick?!" The mare lifted herself abruptly to eye level, peering concern-stricken into Flitter's dumbfounded face. The absurdity of the other pony's position combined with the intensity of her question stunned her, and she found her mouth silently struggling to answer the uncomfortable question for an inordinately long time.

"Uhh, ah, no," she finally struggled out beneath Blossomforth's gaze and the imposing shadow of her body smoothly bending upwards to support her now totally-upright rear legs. She could tell the other mare wasn't satisfied by this answer and breathed a little sigh as she found herself resorting to the usual half-truth. "It's, uhm, more... Just like, a condition. I have to check in regularly, but it's nothing life-threatening. It's something I've had for a long time."

"Really?" Blossomforth's worried glare intensified. For a moment, Flitter's breath caught as a knot of anxiety wrapped itself around her lungs. Just as quickly, though, it was dispelled by the sight of her friend's encouraging smile. "Whew, that's such a relief! Err, not that you have some kinda condition, but that you're not suffering some kinda withering terminal illness! All while working to support your twin sister in attaining her lifelong dream..."

Flitter giggled loudly in that way she always found obnoxious in herself, but Blossomforth only seemed the happier for it. "We're not in some kind of romantic tragedy, Blossom, gee!" She let another sigh escape, this time relieved.

"C'mon, you'd totally make a great tragic heroine!" the downside-up pegasus assured. "Hoo, okay, I've been practising the last step..."

Flitter watched with a smile as Blossomforth continued on through her pose with gradual confidence, although it made her wince to watch as the other pony's back gradually bent in a way she wasn't sure came naturally to the equine form. Her spine arched deeper and deeper as her hindquarters slowly descended, her wings and rear legs both slowly shifting outwards to help her balance. Every muscle beneath that fine white coat seemed to subtly strain in collaboration toward the final result, and Flitter couldn't deny the sight was fascinating and a little titillating.

"... And tadaa!" the mare proudly declared as her croup came to rest balanced neatly atop her head. Her be-ribboned friend beamed but before she could congratulate her, an avalanche of watermelon coloured hair obscured Blossom's freckly features. She offered only a little giggle and a pronounced 'oomph!' in surprise at her own tail suddenly rendering her blind.

Flitter, meanwhile, found herself the more surprised of the two. Her friend's haphazard antics left her neatly eye-to-ass and less than half a foot from Blossomforth's now explicitly displayed genitalia. The flexible mare's legs spread wide and balanced to either side of a plush, pretty mound, the snowy colour of her coat neatly transitioning into an even more pristine shade of bare white flesh, which itself parted just slightly to flash the vivid pink within.

To merely catch a glimpse of what lay below a mare or stallion's tail was normal enough so as to be hardly considered, and in truth it was more common between them even than normal, given Blossomforth's particular choice of pastime. Yet today the sight called a deep-buried instinct panting and galloping up into the fore of Flitter's already frazzled mind. With it came a confident and aggressive heat that left her cheeks and ears burning and filled her lungs and... other places. She huffed, trying to clear her head with a few breaths as she often did for anxiety, but this only exposed her to her friend's vibrant scent. The mildly sweet, fruity fragrance of her shampoo mixed with the earthy undertone of her exertion, and with the still louder note that one now-galvanized corner of her brain kept loudly reminding her was 'female, female!'

"Well, pretty impressive, right?" Blossomforth finally prompted after rendering the pegasus momentarily speechless. Flitter realised that she'd been inclining her head closer and suddenly straightened, her face practically glowing.

"Uh, ah, yes! Very..." she stumbled through her response. Her attempt to look her friend in the face was interrupted by the sight of the puffy ring that naturally followed downwards from the pleasing, feminine valley of her cleft in this inverted position. She glanced quickly back upwards. There was the slightest sheen of dampness marking those pleasingly-formed folds, which she knew must be from the morning's labour and her athletic display, but which the clamouring peanut gallery of her excitement assured her was a definite invitation.

"Right?! Actually, I was thinking that with practise, I could even take it up a notch, and balance on just one front leg!” the other pegasus, bless her, prattled on brightly, dashing any notion building in the not-horny part of Flitter's brain that this was possibly some kind of roundabout, strange, but not precisely out of character attempt by her friend to seduce her. All the same, the decidedly not-not-horny parts of her protested loudly as she took a step back and away, and the foremost among them throbbed, hot and irritable at her defiance. "... But I really should figure out what to do with my tail before all that, huh? Maybe I could get it cut shorter, or maybe tie it in place somehow. Oh, maybe I could use a cute ribbon like yours, Flitter! Er, Flitter?"

The embarrassed mare had managed to retreat a farther two steps despite certain mental assurances that Blossom calling her ribbon cute was a conclusive green light. "I, haa, I really... Really oughta get going. To my appointment..."

"Whoa, Flitter, you sound really out of breath suddenly," Blossomforth replied worriedly. Flitter could practically see that same concerned expression from earlier past the colourful hair of her tail and her enticingly flaunted flower. "... Oh no, is it your condition? It's flaring up right now?! Well, go on then, rrrf... I'll uhm... I'll get out of this one myself, then." Flitter watched her friend's trim form flexing to lift her rear half back upwards, but she didn't have the strength of will to stick around and observe.

"Hhhyeahthatmustbeitbye!" she blurted out as her feet were already leaving the ground, wingbeats carrying her off.

"Oh yeah! The picnic later! You and 'Chaser are coming, right?" the still grounded and contorted Blossomforth boomed out after her, only to find that Flitter had already flitted off. After a few more fruitless grunts of exertion, she sighed and chuckled to herself, "That Flitter can be so strange sometimes... Oh well, I hope her appointment goes well."