Flutterbox

Twilight Sparkle had just finished her morning shower. Her mane was wrapped in a towel as she finished drying herself off.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Spike walked over to answer it and was greeted by a familiar pegasus.

"Oh hey, Fluttershy!" Spike said, "Please come inside."

"Funny thing; I was just about to offer you the same invitation," Cootershy said to Spike.

"What?" Spike said, confused, "Fluttershy, how did you speak without moving your lips?" Fluttershy was about to answer, when she was interrupted by her vagina.

"Mares have more than one set of lips," Cootershy said, sensually to Spike, "Want a closer look at the lower set? Be a good boy and I'll even let you give me a kiss."

Ignoring her conniving cunt for the moment, Fluttershy tried speaking to the dubious-looking dragon.

"I don't have time to explain," Fluttershy said, "Just please go get Twilight for me, okay Spike?"

Spike ran upstairs, leaving Fluttershy alone.

"Spike, huh?" Cootershy said, once the dragon was out of earshot, "You should let him drive his spike into me sometime."

Twilight had just finished combing her mane in the mirror, when Spike knocked on her door and poked his head into her room.

"Twilight, Fluttershy wants to see you," Spike said, "I think she's trying out some kind of raunchy ventriloquist act."

"If she pulls out a racially-insensitive skeleton puppet, I'm gonna have to ask her to leave," Twilight said, as she set her hairbrush down, "While I'm visiting with her, can you please clean up around your bed? It's filthy."

Twilight left the room as Spike obediently grabbed a dustpan and started cleaning.

"The sooner I finish up here," Spike thought, "the sooner I can deliver my surprise to Rarity."

Twilight descended the library staircase, where she found her shy pegasus friend waiting for her.

"Hey, Fluttershy," Twilight said, "Spike told me you had something to show me?"

"Yeah," Cootershy said, "It's a magic trick. I can make a cherry disappear. All I need is a foot-long carrot. Got any I can borrow?"

"Twilight, please help me," the mortified pegasus said as she hid her face behind her pink mane.

"Fluttershy, what's gotten into you?" Twilight asked.

"Nothing's gotten into her!" Cootershy said, "That's just the problem!"

Twilight stared quizzically at Fluttershy, who stood there shaking while she kept her mouth and eyes closed. In spite of this, obscene requests continued emanating from her body.

"Get that cute dragon back here," Cootershy said, "Is it true they have two dicks, or is that just a rumor?"

"Fluttershy," Twilight said as she pointed towards her friend's marehood, "is that voice coming from... down there?" The pegasus sadly nodded.

Instead of being repulsed or horrified, the scientifically-minded Twilight took the news of a sentient stench-trench rather well.

"Fascinating!" Twilight said, happily, "It's some sort of vaginal voice box! How long have you had it?"

"Well, I've had my private parts since I was born," Fluttershy said, innocently, "They only started speaking this morning."

Twilight walked around to her friend's rear. Fluttershy blushed. Even though they didn't normally wear clothes, the fact that her friend was staring intently at her twat made Fluttershy uncomfortable.

"I'd love to figure out what's causing this," Twilight said as she levitated a magnifying glass over to Fluttershy's DNA dumpster.

"Yeah, run some thorough tests, doc," Cootershy said to Twilight, "What do you want me to do? Stick out my clit and say 'ah?' Or you could start by taking my temperature. Just be sure you insert the thermometer deep to get a more accurate reading."

Momentarily ignoring Fluttershy's talking twat, Twilight levitated an expensive therapy couch and set the frightened pegasus on top of it. Twilight then put on her therapist glasses and levitated over a notebook and quill to record her findings.

"I'm ready for the examination, doc," Cootershy said, "Penetrate my psyche with a probing question."

"Can you see me?" Twilight asked Cootershy as she raised a hoof, "How many hooves am I holding up?"

"I can't see too well past my labia," Cootershy said, "If you want me to give an accurate answer, you're going to have to stick your hooves inside me first."

In reality, Cootershy saw everything Fluttershy could see. The scheming stink-rink was just making up any excuse to get a hoof job. Twilight wasn't about to fall for its trick.

"Now why don't you tell me all about your issues with sex," Twilight said, "When did this obsession start?"

"I'm a cunt. Sex is what I do," Cootershy said, "I don't hear you bitching at the lungs about their addiction to oxygen."

"Lungs aren't supposed to speak," Twilight said, dismissively, "Neither are vaginas, for that matter. How are you able to talk, exactly?"

"The only reason your wand waxer doesn't talk is because you regularly rub your nub," Cootershy said. Twilight gulped nervously.

"Your cunt would raise a stink too if you were as old as Fluttershy and still a virgin," Cootershy said, "Miss goody-four-shoes here is even too bashful to clop!" Twilight looked at Fluttershy in surprise. The pegasus was blushing furiously.

"Is that true, Fluttershy?" Twilight said surprised, "You've never touched yourself for pleasure?" Fluttershy couldn't look Twilight in the eye. All she could do was turn her head away and nod silently.

"Hey doc, maybe you can give her some pointers," Cootershy said, "I can tell from your scent that you've recently done the tuna taco tango." It was now Twilight's turn to blush. She crossed her hind legs and draped her tail over her crotch, hoping to obscure the smell of her recently-polished pussy.

"I've periodically participated in genital stimulation via distal phalangetic motions," Twilight said, trying to sound as scientific as possible, "Not that it's any business of yours."

"I bet you've got a lot of filthy books in this library to help inspire you," Cootershy said, "Maybe you can let Flutters here borrow Daring Screw and the Temple of Poon. Luna knows she needs the help."

Fluttershy shook her head, indicating she had no desire to read the librarian's pornography. Twilight wasn't about to go against her friend's wishes and instead tried to focus the conversation on the vagina itself.

"I'm more interested in how you function," Twilight said, trying to keep her cool, "How Fluttershy chooses to spend her private time is her business." Upon hearing this news, Fluttershy's pussy snapped at Twilight.

"Sex is nothing more than a science experiment to you!" Cootershy said, "I'm just your latest test subject!"

"This isn't about me," Twilight said, growing impatient, "We're talking about you and your desires."

"Don't talk to me about desires, you wimpy wallflower," Cootershy said, "The reason why you clop is because it's the only form of sexual release you get! You're too socially-retarded to bed a stallion!"

Twilight set her notebook and quill down. Removing her glasses, she narrowed her eyes and stared angrily at Fluttershy's nethers.

"You dirty, rotten cunt," Twilight said, coldly. Fluttershy winced in discomfort and started to cry.

"Oh no, Fluttershy," Twilight said, apologetically, "I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to your cunt."

Hurt and ashamed, Fluttershy ran out of the library, as her bitch-ditch shouted some parting words to Twilight.

"At least you listen to your twat!" Cootershy said, "I'm stuck with a loser who couldn't care less about what I want!"

After the front door closed behind Fluttershy, Twilight let out an annoyed scream.

"Twilight, is everything alright?" Spike asked as he appeared at the top of the stairs, "Why'd you shout?"

"I'm fine," Twilight said, curtly, "I just need to take a bath."

"But you already took a shower this morning," Spike said, while scratching his head, "You were in there more than an hour. What takes you so long?"

"Mare stuff," Twilight said, dismissively, "You wouldn't understand."

On her way to the bathroom, Twilight discretely grabbed her copy of Love in the Times of Cutie Pox: An Erotic Bodice Ripper.

With her trusty porn by her side, Twilight entered the bathroom, determined to relieve some tension.