The Elegance of Nature

“Yes, doctor?” I asked. “What is it?”

“Well, normally I don’t break doctor-patient confidentiality, but I feel it’s the only way to resolve one of Fluttershy’s problems.”

“Yes?”

“Well, you see, her issues are deriving from her embarrassments about her sexuality. She doesn’t know much about it and feels extremely. Since I’m a stallion I would feel that it would make her more comfortable if you were to talk to her.”

“Certainly, doctor. Anything to help Fluttershy.” He led me into the room and then shut the door to give us privacy. I saw Fluttershy lying down on a couch staring blankly at the ceiling. I took a seat in Dr. Hooves’ chair. “Alright darling, tell me what’s the probably.” Fluttershy looked at me timidly. “Darling, while I may not be a licensed therapist, I promise you whatever we discuss will not leave this room. And I will not judge you for it.”

Fluttershy sat up and looked at me. “Well…it’s just I’m embarrassed…about sex…”

“Sex? Darling, I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a little more specific.”

“Well, I guess most ponies had their parents teach them about it. But I left Cloudsdale when I was sixteen so I could come down here and take care of the animals. So my mother never got the chance to talk to me about it. A couple years later was when I first heard the word. I had no idea what it meant. So I went to the library and looked it up. I didn’t understand it. I understood that it made little foals, but why would ponies just do it for fun? It sounded so…naughty….to me. So I never thought much about it. But then I read some more…adult romance novels and discovered that sex was a form of love. Putting it that way made it sound so romantic to me. I decided that I would make my first time with my very special somepony.”

I had to repress a giggle. I had always wondered how Fluttershy had discovered sex. This was so cute.

“But…there are times that whenever I think about it, I want to do it really badly. Like, I’ll just die if I don’t. A couple years ago a found out by accident that if I touch my privates it felt really good. Something told me that’s what sex feels like. But then there’s times when my hoof just isn’t enough. It makes me feel like the only way to satisfy myself is to actually have sex!”

“Darling,” I said, taking her hoof. “Calm down. This is a perfectly natural thing.”

“It…it is?”

“Yes, darling. It’s called going into heat. It happens to all mares. It’s sort of our body’s way of telling us it’s ready to make a foal.”

“So it happens to you, too?”

“But of course, darling. If you must know my most recent heat ended two weeks ago.”

Fluttershy through her hooves on my shoulders, almost seeming desperate. “How do you manage it?”

“Well my hoof usually suffices; but when it’s not enough I use a toy.”

“Toy?”

“Yes. It’s like a plastic stallion, but only one part of him; the only part I need.”

“Oh…OH!” Fluttershy’s face blushed red. “I…I see…that seems so dirty.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at her foal-like innocence. “Well, darling, the world is full of dirty things. And perhaps this may seem bittersweet, but now that you’re pregnant you won’t go into heat again until after your foal is born.”

Fluttershy looked down. “That’s good news, I guess.”

“So darling, was being in heat all that’s bothering you?”

“Well no…there’s a secret I’ve been hiding from you…”

“A secret?”

“Yes…I haven’t been completely honest with you girls.”

“Well, thank Celestia you’re talking to me and not Applejack then. She would have thrown a fit.” Her mood didn’t seem to lift at all from my joke.

“That night, I wasn’t out buying pet food…”

“You mean the night of the…incident? Well, after seeing that large bag under your sink I suspected as much. Do you mind if I ask what exactly was it you were doing?”

Fluttershy looked away for a second, as if she was trying to muster up to courage to do something that would be very hard for her. “Like Tinker had said…he had been asking to have sex with me…I kept telling him no but he kept asking. But one night…my heat was too much…”

I clasped my hooves over my mouth. “You don’t mean to tell me that you went to ask that putrid stallion to satisfy you?!”

She started to tear up. “Y-yes…”

“W-were you even raped at all?”

“Yes, I was! I hadn’t even gotten to his house when it happened. He just came out of nowhere and forced me to the ground! But…but I didn’t do anything to fight back! I just sat there and let him!” She broke into a sob.

This was awful! No wonder she thinks herself a slut. When I get my hooves on that Tinker I will do such unladylike things to him! I did the only thing I could think to: I threw myself around her and held her tightly. I let her cry as much as she needed to into my shoulders. “It’s ok, darling.” I whispered into her ear.

“I’m just a common slut…” She sobbed.

“Fluttershy, stop this nonsense right now. You are nowhere near being a slut. You are the sweetest, nicest, most thoughtful mare I’ve ever known.”

“But I feel so dirty!”

“Darling, enjoying sex doesn’t make you a dirty mare. In fact, I would be worried if you didn’t enjoy it.”

“I just want somepony to enjoy it with…”

I smiled. “Then perhaps it’s time you find your one special somepony.”

“W-what? But I can’t ask anypony out! I don’t even know who I like…”

I let loose a little smirk. “That’s what I’m here for, darling. I’m going to play matchmaker.”

That night, Fluttershy sat patiently at the table while I prepared our dinner. At her request I made some fruit and hay salad, her favorite meal. When I called her to the table she marveled at her meal before politely thanking me for it. I nodded with a smile as I pull a wine bottle out of my cabinet.

“Oh, no thank you,” Fluttershy said at the sight of the bottle. “I don’t drink.”

“Oh come now, darling, I’d hardly call a glass of wine drinking.” I poured myself a glass and set it in front of my plate.

“But it still has alcohol in it. And alcohol is bad for the foal.”

“Well I don’t think there’s really anything to harm as of yet.” I said as I poured her a glass and set it in from of her. “And besides, mother had more than her fair share of wine when she was pregnant with Sweetie Belle and she…” I paused when I actually started to think about what I was saying. “Well, Sweetie isn’t THAT bad anyway.”

Fluttershy smiled. “Oh she’s a little angel.”

I chuckled. “Darling, you don’t have to lie about Sweetie in front of me. Even I think ill of her from time to time.”

“No, I mean it, Rarity. She’s one of the sweetest fillies I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, ok then, we have nothing to worry about.”

“I guess I could try a glass.” She nervously picked up the glass and took a sip. Her expression suddenly changed as she drunk a bit more. “Mmm…”

“See darling, nothing to be afraid of. But onto tonight’s main focus.”

“Do you really think you can find me a special somepony?” She asked nervously.

“Well, I can try in the least. Now first off, let’s see if you have any crushes on anypony. Caramel?”

“No…” She said softly.

“Hmm… Big Macintosh?”

“He’s married.”

“Oh right, silly me. The doctor?”

“Dr. Hooves? I don’t think so… and I think he’s married, too. To Derpy Hooves.”

I connected the puzzle pieces in my head. “Yes, that certainly would make sense. Well, perhaps we should list some traits that you would like in a stallion instead. Then we could match one up to those traits.” I thought for second. “Alright, are you looking for a big and strong stallion? Or perhaps somepony soft and sensitive.”

“Rarity…” Fluttershy nervously said. “I don’t think I like stallions at all…”

“Oh…well I guess that’s understandable after what happened to you. And I personally do think we mares are far more caring and loving than a stallion could ever be. Now then, what are you looking for in a mare?”

“Well…I want somepony who’s nice, kind, understanding, helpful, pretty, somepony who lets me cry on her shoulder on when I’m sad, somepony who would hold me if I was scared, and somepony who is…” Her voice grew so soft it was inaudible.

“Darling, could you speak up? I didn’t quite catch that last part.

Her voice grew just loud enough for me to hear. “Somepony who’s very generous…”

“Those certainly are great qualities to look for; and I’m sure there are a lot of mares like that…in…pony…” I suddenly gasped. “Darling…” I said nervously. “You weren’t referring to me were you?”

“I’m sorry!”