The Elegance of Nature

Fluttershy bolted from the table as if something had frightened her and locked herself in the hall bathroom. I just sat in my seat in shock. Fluttershy had a crush on me? What do I say to her? On the one hoof, I don’t like mares that way. But on the other if I tell Fluttershy that what will she say? It would undoubtedly break her heart…and I could never do that to her, especially in the state she’s in. But I can’t say I love her back because I would be lying if I did. I decided I needed to let her down gently.

“Fluttershy, darling?” I said while lightly knocking on the bathroom door with my hoof. “Fluttershy come out, we need to talk.”

The door knob slowly turned and Fluttershy crept out. I led her to my bedroom where we both took a seat on my bed.

“Darling,” I began. “You’re a wonderful friend; quite possibly my best friend. But I’m afraid that’s all we’ll ever be darling, friends and nothing more. It’s not that I have anything against you, far from it. It’s just that I’m straight darling, so I can’t possibly return your feelings for me.”

“I understand…” Fluttershy looked down at the bed.

“But don’t think for a second this will change our friendship. You’re still my best friend darling, in spite of what you’ve told me.” I held her tightly and she returned my embrace. “Though may I ask where did these feelings come from?”

Her face turned bright red. “Well what’s not to like about you, Rarity? You’re one of the most generous ponies I’ve ever met. You were even kind enough to let me stay here when I was too scared to be by myself.”

“Well what kind of friend would I be if I turned you away, darling?”

“And your dresses…they’re absolutely breathtaking to look at. I’m no dress expert, but I’d say you are the best seamstress in Equestria.”

“Guilty as charged.” I said smiling.

“And you were one of my first friends when I moved down here to Ponyville. I still remember the day we first met…”

I had just left Cloudsdale so I could help take care of my animals. Ponyville wasn’t nearly as big as Cloudsdale, but still it seemed pretty big to me. I wasn’t very comfortable in places with more than a few ponies. That’s why I asked for a cottage out in the woods. Plus it would give me more space for the animals as well. I stayed in my cottage most of the time, only coming out when I needed to go grocery shopping.

But when winter came around it got really cold. I needed to go into town to buy a sweater to keep me warm.

“I remember that well, darling.” I said. “So you came to the shop of Threaded Stitch, the pony whom I was working under an apprenticeship of.”

Yes, I went to his store hoping he could make me a sweater. But Threaded Stitch was busy with a bigger order at the time, so he decided to let you fill my order. That was the first time I saw you. You were just a little filly.

“I was twelve, darling.”

I still thought you were the cutest little filly I’ve ever seen. Especially how you kept calling me “Ms.” Even though I told you I was sixteen.

“In my defense you looked very grown up and mature.”

So you took me into the back room and started working on my sweater.

“It was the first thing at Threaded Stitch I made all by myself, so I was eager to get started. Though it was difficult to get your measurements considering how squeamish you were.”

I wasn’t that comfortable with other ponies touching me.

“I finally managed to get you measurements somehow. I immediately began working afterwards.”

I stayed to watch you. I was amazed at how skilled you were. You wove that yarn like you’d been doing it all your life. It looked like you were knitting with those needles like a professional.

“Darling, it was only a simple wool sweater. I had mended hundreds of them before and Threaded Stitch had guided me in making countless ones.”

But you just looked so good at it. And I think of it as more than a sweater; to me it’s the very first symbol of our friendship. I even still have it.

“Oh darling, you kept that old thing? You must have outgrown it ages ago.”

I did, but it’s still important to me. And it kept me warm all of that winter.

“Then the next day I bumped into you at the store with mother. I got excited when I saw you wearing the sweater I made and rushed over to say hello. I must have spooked you because you nearly jumped out of your fur.”

I wasn’t used to people coming up to me like that…especially like you did. But I remembered who you were and felt a bit more comfortable talking to you. Before long I realized that I had made a friend.

I felt a tear form in my eye. Fluttershy remembered the day we met so well. And she even kept the first piece of clothing I ever made for her, and more importantly one of the first things I ever made by myself. She’s a very good friend.

“And when did you realize your feelings for me?” I asked curiously.

“A couple days ago I guess. I realized just how great of a friend you’ve been to me and it just kept growing since.”

“Well I’m flattered darling, but afraid I just can’t say I feel the same way about you.”

“It’s ok, Rarity…Oh my looked at the time!” She motioned to my clock. It was nearly eleven at night! My how time flew. “Well, I guess we should be getting to bed now.”

“A very good suggestion, darling.” I pulled the covers back and allowed her to get comfortable under them.

“Uh Rarity…” Fluttershy said. “If you don’t want me to sleep in your bed tonight I won’t mind.”

“Nonsense, darling. I would never dream of making you sleep on the couch. And I don’t mind sharing a bed with you at all.” I tucked her in and snuggled myself under the covers as well.

Time went on. Slowly Fluttershy was able to regain her confidence now that that bastard Tinker was in prison. She eventually felt confident enough to begin sleeping in her own home again. She never again brought up her crush on me. Even during our weekly spa trips she acted as she normally did. She never even looked at me funny when we were in the hot tub together.

But the strangest thing happened: I began to miss having Fluttershy around my house. Whenever I woke up in bed I would feel a feeling of emptiness when I realized Fluttershy wasn’t sleeping on the pillow beside me anymore.

At first I thought this was just a feeling of loneliness that came from Fluttershy staying with me then leaving. I sought to remedy this situation with a gentlecolt suitor. After all it had been a while since my last time. It wasn’t that hard bringing a handsome stallion home from the bar with me. After a couple of formalities and drinks we both made our way up to my room and began our night of pleasure. After all was said and done he left the next morning.

However he didn’t do it for me. I don’t understand why. It certainly wasn’t his looks; he was as handsome as any stallion in Ponyville. And his…composition…wasn’t at fault either. But it just didn’t feel right that night.

And then something even more shocking to me happened one day during my weekly spy trip with Fluttershy: I found that my eyes were beginning to wander around her. Whenever I was sure that she wasn’t looking I was always temped to steal a gaze at her rump. How could I be thinking of Fluttershy like that? It was beyond perverted. Doing that to Fluttershy felt downright sick! But at the same time…so right.

Could it be that I was becoming a filly fooler? No that can’t be right; I’m straight and always have been. But with that stallion leaving me unsatisfied and my sudden interest in Fluttershy…I had to confirm to myself that this wasn’t true. And unfortunately there was only one way that I could do that. Shamefully I went to one of the more adult stores in Ponyville and purchased myself an issue Playmare magazine. It felt embarrassed just holding the thing. The only thing that lifted my mood was the slight giggle I made when I saw Twilight’s issue on the shelf. Of course I made sure not to purchase that issue in case a certain dragon would happen to come to this shelf.

So later that night I tried to get myself off to the magazine. I made sure to get as comfortable as possible; my pillows were fluffed just right, I had just laid down fresh sheets, vanilla scented candles were lit around me, and I was even using my favorite toy. Though to my relief all this all proved to be in vain. The mares in the magazine didn’t turn me on in the slightest. I happily tossed it into the rubbish bin never to look at it again.

Though I had gone to the trouble of preparing a relaxing evening for myself…so I might as well enjoy it. The only problem was that I hadn’t purchased an issue of Playstallion while I was at the store; and mother made me toss out all of the issues I already owned after Sweetie Belle got a hold of one. My own imagination would have to suffice for this. Now here’s the part that shocks me the most: the only things in my imagination involved Fluttershy. I should be banished to the moon for thinking such thoughts about her! But these thoughts about the shy pegasus had given me on of the best self-induced climaxes I had ever experienced…

This was impossible though. I had just confirmed that I was straight. Mares don’t turn me on at all. But Fluttershy gets my desires hyped up more than they’ve ever been before. Could it be that I was developing a crush on her?!