Episode #1: Painfully Innocent
Episode One
Painfully Innocent
She was a little behind schedule, but all of her animals — and there were just more of them every day — had been given breakfast, and now Fluttershy had a moment to pause and consider how to spend the rest of her morning. The recent scheduled showers had all the plant life in the area in full bloom, and she had an urge to go foraging for wild herbs sometime today.
But stepping back into her cottage, she decided a little extra spring cleaning should also be a priority. She idly picked up a broomstick she’d left leaning against the staircase banister and started pushing it along the floor. At that moment she happened to glance out her nearest window, and what she saw caused her to drop the broom in startlement.
A bright pink pony was bounding up the path to her cottage, startling baby bunnies in her wake. She recognized her as Pinkie Pie, an outgoing young pony she’d talked to on quite a few occasions. When she first settled in Ponyville it was Pinkie Pie who’d thrown her a party so she could get to meet everypony in town and make some friends. She didn’t succeed on that occasion in bringing Fluttershy out of her shell, but she hadn’t given up since.
Fluttershy was excited and intimidated: she’d been even more of a shut-in than usual in the last few days. She hadn’t gone into town or spoken to anypony since Winter Wrap-up. There were just too many new baby animals that had to be watched over this time of year.
She waited on the spot until there was a knock at the door, which made her jump a little in spite of the fact that she’d known it was coming. She hurried to push the door open.
‘Hi, Fluttershy!’ her unexpected guest squealed, and just stood there with a big smile.
‘Um, hi, Pinkie Pie,’ Fluttershy responded, smiling shyly. ‘Can I help you with something?’ She had to admit, she took some pride in being the go-to pony for animal troubles. And she knew that Pinkie Pie had recently adopted a small toothless alligator.
‘No, I wanted to show you something!’ Pinkie Pie bounced a little on the spot.
‘…Oh?’ Fluttershy looked at the ground timidly. ‘Why me?’
‘Well, I had to share it with somepony and Applejack’s busy planting new apple trees! Rarity’s caught up in her sewing and everypony else is too busy for me.’ Her playful features were overtaken by a petulant pout, and she was only quiet for a few more moments before erupting into her famous motor-mouth elocution. Fluttershy had trouble catching it all, but caught up by the end. ‘—and it’s the most fun thing and you know that having fun is the most important thing because what’s life without fun?’
Fluttershy nodded along, unsure of how to respond.
Pinkie Pie skipped past Fluttershy into the cottage and Fluttershy hesitated in the doorway before pulling the door shut again. She turned to the room and saw Pinkie Pie making herself comfortable on the divan.
Fluttershy instinctively picked up the broomstick and lay it back against the banister, out of the way. She looked back at Pinkie Pie, who patted the place next to her with a hoof.
Fluttershy’s nervousness must have made an impression on Pinkie Pie — who she knew to be a little oblivious by nature — because the next thing she said was, wiggling backwards a little in giddy anticipation, ‘you should probably close your eyes and relax.’
Those words couldn’t have had a much less relaxing effect on Fluttershy, but she squeezed her eyes shut obediently, going so far as to wince a little as she worked to unclench her body, spreading it out a little more on the divan.
She waited for Pinkie Pie to yell ‘Surpise! Open your eyes!’ or something to that effect. But she waited, and only felt the movement of Pinkie Pie shifting on the divan.
The next thing she felt was a soft foreleg snaking its way under her belly. Before she could vocalize her confusion, she felt the hoof brush up between her back legs. She jumped, fell crashing to the floor, and looked straight up at Pinkie Pie.
She found herself stunned for words, and the bubbly pink pony filled the silence with her usual tone of oblivious delight. ‘I told you to relax, Fluttershy! I promise it’s the best, most fun thing.’
Fluttershy was still lying on the floor, and Pinkie Pie hopped down and stood over her. ‘Ooh! I think I have an even better idea.’
At these words, it was all Fluttershy could do to close her eyes again, as she drew a mental blank on how to deal with the situation. Or what this situation even was. And then she felt it again — the same gentle touch to that place, even softer this time, and she squirmed, but didn’t move, as the sensation gradated from a mild tickle to a smooth tingling. She felt herself warming alarmingly to Pinkie Pie’s touch, and realized that this time it was her muzzle.
‘Mmm-mm!’ Pinkie Pie declared in surprise. ‘Something smells good!’ And without any other warning, she took an adventurous lick of what Fluttershy realized was her own growing wetness.
She convulsed, and opened her eyes again, though the familiar interior of her humble cottage was swimming before her, looking somehow unreal. She finally spoke, though it came in a panted breath, barely audible even to herself: ‘What are you doing?’
Pinkie Pie didn’t answer, her face now buried between Fluttershy’s back legs, lapping at the same spot again and again and again, like a greedy kitten.
Fluttershy moaned softly, feeling herself swell under Pinkie Pie’s tongue. She shifted restlessly, her hooves scrabbling around on the floor, but she lacked the coordination to move herself as her legs grew weaker and weaker. Without warning, her wings unfolded and spread open in one fast movement, and proceeded to twitch spasmodically. She let out a series of long, soft sighs. Her face burned.
Pinkie Pie hummed excitedly into Fluttershy, who turned her head enough to see that Ponyville’s premier party pony was now pawing at herself with abandon. The image of her complete lack of inhibition sent Fluttershy into a shock of intensified feeling. Pinkie Pie’s tongue lashed at her now, zeroing in on the button of her pleasure, tormenting her with relentless electric sensations piling one atop the last.
‘PINKIE PIE!!’ Fluttershy screamed, mindlessly.
To her surprise, Pinkie Pie pulled back in an immediate response and with her characteristic cheeriness, she replied, ‘Yes?’
Fluttershy’s head shot around to stare at her now, and Pinkie Pie batted her eyelashes with unbearable innocence.
Fluttershy panted, lost, her whole body hanging in agonizing wait, so desperately close to that moment of perfect release that she could never have imagined before. She wanted it so badly, she was consumed by fear that whatever it was that she had been craving so tortuously was on the verge of slipping away forever.
‘I told you it feels good, didn’t I?’ Pinkie Pie giggled at the look on her face.
‘Pinkie Pie…’ Fluttershy’s breath came in shallow gasps, and to her dismay she found she had no words to articulate her agony.
‘Ye-e-es?’ Pinkie Pie’s smile was sweet and sincere.
Fluttershy’s voice dropped to faint whisper, and her words were lost.
‘Didn’t catch that.’
She raised her voice just enough to ensure that Pinkie Pie would hear it this time, even if a pony a further inch away still wouldn’t have caught her words. ‘Please,’ she said meekly, ‘Pinkie Pie, please don’t stop now…’
Pinkie Pie’s eyes twinkled, and it seemed her whole body along with them. ‘O-o-oh!’ And she nudged Fluttershy to roll onto her back, allowing her to resume nuzzling her in earnest.
The shock of her resumed touch pushed Fluttershy further than before, and she found that as her desire doubled and redoubled, Pinkie Pie pushed her more and more, somehow in response. Soon she was driving her tongue deep into her willing victim, hard and hungry, invading depths of Fluttershy’s body hitherto unknown to her.
Long squeaks now punctuated Fluttershy’s panted breaths. ‘Ah… A-ah… A-a-ah…’ As her whimpers got louder, she became less and less aware of them.
And then it started, in small bursts at first. A feeling like licks of flame swept after the laps from Pinkie’s tongue, angry like fire but firm, and spreading through her like butter melting over her body. The sensation built up until it was roaring through her like a wildfire, pounding her heart and making her whole body shudder. She felt the final wave coming, slowly at first, but with a vengeance. Her whole body rocked as it crashed over her. She didn’t hear, but felt, as she choked out a long groan or three, and she collapsed onto her side, exhausted and hazy, tears in her eyes.
‘See?’ Pinkie Pie chirped, and Fluttershy raised her head enough to see her up and bouncing again. ‘Now I’ve shown you, we should show everypony else how fun this is!’
Fluttershy looked away uncomfortably, still quivering. ‘Actually, Pinkie Pie… let’s just keep this to ourselves for now.’
Pinkie Pie looked surprised for a moment, but her baffled expression was just as quickly replaced with that of her unquestioning cheerfulness. ‘Okey dokey Loki!’
Episode Two
The Rush
‘You’re the pegasus who pulled off a sonic rainboom? But you’re so puny!’ The griffon’s tone had expressed a mix of contempt, incredulity and just a hint of stifled awe.
Rainbow Dash’s response replayed in her head: ‘Yeah, yeah.’ Trying to sound cool about it. ‘It was nothing.’
Gilda had smirked. ‘Well, if a runt like you can do it, I know I can.’
The rainbow-decorated filly lay on a small isolated cloud and brooded. She hadn’t seen Gilda all day, and she couldn’t help scanning the open skies for the unmissable body of a young feathered lion darting through the air like only a star Junior Speedster could.
Of all the other campers, only Gilda had the fierce ambition to match her own. They became friends because she wanted Rainbow Dash to instruct her in performing sonic rainbooms.
‘I’ve only done it once,’ Rainbow Dash had told her at the end of just one of many long, frustrating days of this coaching. She felt horribly vulnerable admitting that much. She didn’t want anyone to know the limit of her capabilities. ‘It’s really difficult.’ She hesitated, and lowered her tone even more. ‘I don’t know if I could even do it again.’
Gilda frowned at her as ‘Lights out!’ was announced, and as the girls’ bedroom disappeared into darkness, she hissed down to Rainbow’s level of their bunk bed, ‘If you really performed it before, you can do it again. Either you’re a liar or you’re holding out on me.’ The pair had already got into enough trouble over talking at length after lights out, so she didn’t say any more. Rainbow Dash had lain in bed feeling queasy well after she started to hear Gilda’s light snores.
They hadn’t spoken since.
Rainbow Dash admired Gilda. She was a powerful flier with a wicked sense of fun. Nopony had ever made her feel so understood before; she didn’t want to lose Gilda over her personal failures.
She pulled herself up and jumped into the air. She’d had enough of lying around in a funk. She picked up as much speed as she could in spite of her sluggish afternoon, enjoying the familiar rush of air whipping through her mane.
This was her cure. Or the closest thing she had to it. Ever since she performed the famous Sonic Rainboom, reaching speeds previously believed impossible, she’d been addicted to speed. She could feel herself leaving all her self-doubt behind, along with everything else.
She took a sharp dive, tearing down toward solid ground with all the energy she could muster. Within moments of getting a clear view of the earth below, she could make out individual blades of grass and pulled up in time to race along the ground mere inches from touching it. She dropped her speed until she judged it safe to land and rolled onto the grass, letting herself lose control, enjoying the dizzying spin of the world around her — up until the point that she crashed into the tree trunk.
Her head didn’t hurt for long, but she didn’t move it. She lay still against the tree and opened her eyes, slowly taking in the scene before her of a long forest clearing. Her heart was still pounding; she felt exquisitely light-headed.
She knew she would have to make her way back soon, but she guessed she still had some time to spare. She wanted to enjoy this moment. Her whole body was pulsating. She stretched out, squeezing her eyes shut and letting out a sigh that came out sounding more like a soft moan.
‘You right there, Dash?’ That mocking, boyish voice was unmistakable. Rainbow Dash looked over her left shoulder to see Gilda watching her.
‘Gilda!’ Rainbow Dash jumped and straightened up, a hot flush rushing over her cheeks. She wanted to say something, but she was stuck for words.
‘Ready to show me the sonic rainboom, for real?’ Her voice jeered, but her eyes looked hopeful.
‘We should really be getting back, Gilda,’ the pegasus mumbled, looking up at the now orange sky.
The griffon snorted and walked past her. ‘I knew you were all talk.’
Rainbow Dash couldn’t let that stand. She stepped up to Gilda and stared her straight in the eyes. Despite having to look up at the griffon, who stood taller than her, Rainbow Dash was far more incensed than she was intimidated. ‘If you’re ready,’ she growled, ‘and I mean really ready, I’ll show you what I can do.’ Her heart was pounding again, but it felt good. She tensed, readying herself to take off, and Gilda mirrored her, signalling her affirmative answer.
They shot up, Rainbow Dash a split second first, but Gilda made up the difference just as quickly. They picked up altitude in perfect sync, their bodies pushing through the air as though a single object. Rainbow Dash’s heart soared at the feeling of the griffon’s athletic body beating hard to keep up with her.
They ascended too fast to exchange taunts. Rainbow Dash found it harder and harder to keep her focus on the demanding task of recreating the performance that had produced a sonic rainboom in the past. She felt light-headed again, as if she were in freefall. She straightened out, so that they were soaring at a consistent altitude, and tried to prepare herself for the dive they would have to take to achieve the necessary velocity.
She was nervous, but no longer about the sonic rainboom. She would show Gilda what she could do, with no regrets, whatever happened: she was determined to that effect. But she realized the true source of her anxiety with a lurch that almost threw her off course. The delay of her recovery allowed Gilda to speed ahead of her, and instead of charging forward to catch up with her, the miniature adrenaline junkie allowed herself to fall back for a moment, taking in the singular view of Gilda’s long eagle wings, strong hind legs and proud, tufted lion’s tail in the brilliant golden light of sunset.
This happened to ponies. She’d seen it in some of the freshly adolescent colts and fillies around camp. Victims of their own new hormones, they fell under intense crushes and infatuations. But it was usually a matter of filly-colt, colt-filly.
And it was never a filly and an object that was neither a colt nor a filly. Young pegasi who even admired non-pegasus ponies were considered ‘weird’. Something was misfiring in Rainbow Dash’s brain. Or some other part of her.
Now she bolted forward, passing right by Gilda with some effort, who pushed forward again and managed to match Rainbow Dash’s masochistic pace, having caught the chance to recuperate.
Rainbow Dash guided her into a dive, and let all her own anger and shame and terrified excitement convert itself into pure energy, so that Gilda was almost pulled along in her wake and had to fight to keep abreast.
The pegasus was ready to cramp up in pain, but they were fast approaching the desired velocity. A conical shockwave was forming around them. Any moment now they would be able to make the crucial turn back up and, hopefully, shoot out from the force of a light spectrum-shattering sonic rainboom.
‘Aagh!’ Gilda pulled back, and Rainbow Dash instinctively followed suit, just in time for them to both come to the ground at a crashing roll.
This time there were no trees in her path, but she felt the pangs of many instant bruises. When at last she came to a full stop, she looked over at Gilda, who was picking herself up a little way from her, and straightening her feathers. Rainbow Dash forced a smile.
‘Are you crazy?’ Gilda didn’t look amused, but was apparently still impressed.
Rainbow Dash was moist with sweat. She wasn’t sure what she would do to Gilda if she dared, but she longed to do something more than what she did next. She giggled nervously and said, ‘We should probably head back to camp now.’ She looked for some sign that the experience they’d just shared had shaken her friend in the way it had her. A secret part of her was squirming in hopeful torment.
‘Whatever,’ Gilda shrugged, readying her wings.
‘Gilda?’ Rainbow Dash started, realizing that she might not get another chance in a place like this.
‘What, Dash?’ The griffon stood proud. She seemed to have brightened now that they were talking again, but the only thing Rainbow Dash could see lurking in her smile was a mild annoyance of some kind.
She made an abrupt change of course. ‘D’you still think I’m full of crap?’
Gilda just laughed, and took off. They flew back to camp together without saying anything more.
* * *
Gilda fell asleep first again that night. Rainbow Dash couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her sleepy mind’s eye travelled over Gilda’s lean muscles, recalled a couple of her rarer, softer smiles, and her body remembered the warmth of the griffon’s so close to her own, their heartbeats thumping in time as they soared through the sunset. In the pitch darkness her hoof found its way to the part of her that was pulsing with need, and stayed there for what felt like most of the night, rubbing back and forth, soothing her aching body with soft, steady thrills of gratification.
She couldn’t recall afterwards at what point she fell asleep, and she didn’t remember experiencing the peak of pleasure that her yearning body had promised her. She never dared confide in Gilda, but all the same, she couldn’t keep herself from trying to ease her longing each night with what became an uncontrollable — and intoxicating — bedtime ritual.
She found it easier to wait patiently for the appropriate time of night after camp was over and Gilda had returned to her home among the griffons, but the less violent longing for her remained, and the griffon was the object of Rainbow Dash’s nocturnal thoughts for a considerably long time.
