This was such a bad idea, Fluttershy thought to herself as she tried shoo all of her animals into somewhere that wasn't her living room. Twilight would be popping up any moment now to discuss the art of the orgasm, and she wasn't sure she wanted to talk about that with all of her animal friends staring at her. Sure, they wouldn't have any idea what was going on, but still. This was something that demanded privacy.

Then again, she wasn't sure that she wanted to talk about it at all. She wasn't sure what had come over her the night before. Was it really so important? Twilight had said that it was really great, but could it really be that good? It's not like I know what I'm missing, she thought, Maybe they're just overblowing it... She shook her head. Maybe it would be a good idea to just turn all the lights off and hide in her room. She could pretend that she'd forgotten and later she could find a good excuse for why it wasn't a problem. Maybe she could pretend that she'd managed to get an orgasm and she didn't need the help anymore-

"Hey, Fluttershy! You in there?"

Twilight's voice jolted her out of her thoughts. It was too late. No backing out now. She resigned herself to her fate and opened the door. A few minutes later she was sitting on her couch, while Twilight sat in her largest, fluffiest armchair, flipping through a notebook. The notion that Twilight was taking notes about orgasms was quite possibly the most awkwardly surreal thought that Fluttershy had ever had.

"So, before I start trying to advise you or anything, do you mind if I ask a few questions?" Twilight cleared her throat. "It would help to, uh, know what I'm dealing with."

"Sure, I guess." Fluttershy was quite sure that Twilight would ask the questions whether she minded or not.

"Alright, then. So first of all, when you... uh... when you're alone," Twilight blushed slightly, "what is your... standard procedure?"

"My procedure?"

"You know, how do you go about it? Do you have any particular location you like to do it? Or are there other things you do? Music, or candles, or anything?"

"On my bed, I guess. I don't really do any other special things."

"I see." Twilight scribbled something down in her notebook. Fluttershy fervently hoped that Twilight hadn't put her name anywhere on it. "Do you use any visual aids?"

"Visual aids?"

"You know, porn."

Fluttershy's eyes bulged. "No!"

"Well, that was emphatic," Twilight said. "No porn, then. What about any other masturbatory aids?"

"M-m-m-masturbatory..." Fluttershy couldn't believe how little time it had taken Twilight to become comfortable with the subject matter. Sure, she had blushed a bit earlier, but looking at her now, she had slipped into academic mode.

"Dildos, vibrators, anal beads, and other things of that nature. Or do you just use your hands?"

"I... I just use my hands." Fluttershy stared at the floor. She didn't want to look at Twilight. She didn't want to see Twilight looking at her. Twilight was in the process of constructing a more and more accurate picture of what she looked like when she pleasured herself. There was no way she'd look at her the same way after this.

"What sort of motions do you use?"

"Uh, I just sort of... rub."

"Rub?" Twilight looked up. Fluttershy was staring intently at a knothole in her wood flooring for some reason. "What do you mean?"

"I just do like this..." she held up one hand, fingers together, and moved it in a slow small circle. "On my... you know."

"Not much for insertion then, huh?" Twilight scribbled yet more lines into her notebook. Fluttershy cringed. "Anything else of note?"

Fluttershy felt like her face was on fire. "Um, nothing comes to mind."

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm......" Twilight furrowed her brow as she stared at her page of notes.

"What?" Fluttershy asked. "Is something wrong?"

"Well, I have have good news and bad news."

Fluttershy squeaked. "Bad news?"

"The bad news is only that you have a woefully insufficient masturbation method." Twilight grinned. "The good news is that it means that there's plenty of room to work with."

"What do you mean?" Fluttershy asked, trying to ignore Twilight's critique of her alone time. "What's so good about that?"

"What I mean is that if all you do is a little bit of rubbing, it's no wonder you've never come!" Twilight closed the notebook. "See, if you had already tried a bunch of different ways of getting yourself off and none of them worked, then you'd have a bit of a problem, because then you'd have to resort to the slightly more extreme methods of arousal."

"Extreme methods?" Fluttershy raised an eyebrow. She was just a bit curious what that referred to, though she'd never have admitted it.

"Don't worry, we probably won't have to resort to those. Honestly, this should be easier than I thought. There are plenty of things you can do to... enhance your experience."

"R-really? Like what?"

"Well, first you might want to bump the rubbing up a notch."

"Up a notch? You mean, like, go deeper?" Fluttershy couldn't believe she was even asking such a question.

"You'd think so, but actually that might not be necessary." Twilight shifted into her most academic voice. "I'm no expert on the exact biology, but to the best of my understanding, the nerves in that area are mostly around the vulva and the clitoris. In fact, I think that the clitoris may be the most sensitive part of the female anatomy, so you may want to try stimulating it as much as possible. Rubbing would be good, but you could experiment with it in other ways. Pinching it, for instance. It might seem painful in theory, but when it comes to extreme sexual pleasures sometimes that line can get a little blurred."

"Um, okay..."

"Which isn't to say that you shouldn't experiment with stimulating other parts of your genitalia," Twilight continued. "Or perhaps even other erogenous zones. For example, maybe you should try touching your breasts, specifically the nipples. It's different for everyone, of course, but some girls have extremely sensitive nipples, and it may help you achieve greater arousal than you could otherwise."

Fluttershy bit her lip as she listened. She didn't really even want to remember it, but the words were emblazoning themselves in her brain like some sort of perverse brain-branding iron. "So, I should grope myself?"

"If it helps," Twilight said. "Now, another thing you could try is using another method of self stimulation."

"Like what?"

"Well," Twilight cleared her throat. "What kind of showerhead do you have?"

"Huh?" Fluttershy blinked in confusion. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"If you have one of those detachable showerheads that's attached on a hose, you can use the spray to stimulate yourself. I mean, you could also just sit in the tub and align the showerhead a certain way, but it can take some effort to get the aim right. It's not worth the trouble if that's the case."

"Shower water, okay." She tried not to think of the fact that Twilight was probably speaking from personal experience, but the mental image lodged in her mind. She tried to drive it out by asking another question. "Do you have any other ideas?"

"As a matter of fact, I do!" Twilight stood, a wide grin on her face. "Follow me!"

Ten minutes later, Fluttershy found herself standing in the library, twiddling her fingers as Twilight poked her head into each room.

"Good, Spike left already! He was going over to Rarity's to help her out."

"Um, why is it so important that Spike isn't here?" Fluttershy swallowed. She wasn't sure what Twilight could possibly have in mind that would require them to have the house to themselves. Surely Twilight wouldn't be that direct about her approach to the situation.

"Because I wouldn't want him to discover this." Twilight strode to one of the bookshelves built into the wall. "See this book?" Fluttershy looked at it. An Encyclopedia of Stamp Collecting. Twilight slid it out just a bit, and put her hand in behind it. There was a click, and the next bookshelf over swung open, revealing a staircase.

Fluttershy stared. She had never seen that before. "What's that?"

Twilight winked at her. "The adult section."

"A-a-a-a-adult section!?"

"Yeah, I try to keep it under wraps. Doesn't exactly help the library's reputation." Twilight said as she descended the staircase. She paused and beckoned for Fluttershy to follow her. "Come on."

Fluttershy sighed and followed her down into a small room. The walls were lined with shelves. All in all, it looked like it belonged in a library, aside from the fact that the shelves were labelled not by author or genre, but... she looked at the labels. Anal... Bondage... Vintage... ... Exhibitionism... Oral... Felching... she wasn't even sure what that last one meant, other than it wasn't something that you talked about in polite company.

"So, since you said you didn't have any porn of your own," Twilight said, "I thought I'd let you borrow some of the library's. Now, you'll probably want to stick to this section-" she waved her hand at a shelf labeled Softcore. "The other stuff might be a bit too extreme for your tastes. Not that you can't use them if the softer stuff is... insufficient."

"I... I..." Fluttershy shrunk away from the shelves, as if they would give her a shock if she touched them. She only ever recalled looking at that one time, when she was just a girl in flight camp and she had stumbled across the collection that Rainbow Dash had hidden at the bottom of her gym bag. Needless to say, her own tastes were so far from Rainbow Dash's that it had scared her off of anything even remotely erotic. People weren't meant to bend that way. And the masks... She shivered and hoped that whatever Twilight would give her wasn't quite so... like that.

"So, what type of stuff would you want?" Twilight asked. "Guys, girls, or maybe some of each? If you really want the best of both worlds I could look you up some futanari material, but I'm not sure you're quite ready for that."

"What would you recommend?" She asked, her throat dry. At the moment she just wanted out of the room.

"Hmmm..." Twilight tapped her chin. "Well, this is one of my personal favorites." She pulled out a book and let it fall open, a carefully-laminated centerfold unfurling.

Fluttershy blushed profusely. It was certainly more non-threatening than her previous experience, but she still felt a bit weird. Mostly because the woman looked a little familiar. "Is... is that Princess Celestia?"

"No, but the resemblance is uncanny, isn't it?" Twilight said, a huge grin on her face. "In general that magazine is pretty good; a bit skimpy on the articles, though. I'll grab you a few more issues of that-" she pressed several more books into Fluttershy's hands. "And a few magazines with dudes, if that's more your style," She placed a final selection on the pile. "And 'Rump Rumpus' if you're feeling a bit more adventurous."

"Th-thanks," Fluttershy said flatly.

Twilight didn't fail to pick up on Fluttershy's lack of enthusiasm. "Listen, I know it's a bit uncomfortable, but you said that you wanted my help!" Twilight put her hands on her hips. "The least you can do is give it a try. If it doesn't do anything for you, just bring it back and we'll try something else, okay?"

"I suppose..." Fluttershy sighed. "Do you really think this will help?"

"I have no idea," Twilight said with a shrug. "Right now, your first priority should be figuring out really gets your libido going! Everyone has something that gets them hot under the collar. You just need to find out what yours is!"

"Okay." Fluttershy mumbled. Once again, her brain was playing tricks on her, and was now attempting to figure out what Twilight's something was. Her mind provided visual aids. It made her hot under the collar, literally. She swallowed. Obviously Twilight didn't mean something that actually made her physically warm. At least, Fluttershy hoped she didn't. "Thanks for helping."

"No problem at all!" Twilight said. "Now, you'll probably want to get back home so you can... uh... you know." She jabbed Fluttershy in the ribs with her elbow. "Let me just get a nondescript brown bag for you to carry that stuff home in. Wouldn't want anyone to notice. That would be embarrassing."

"Yes. Yes it would." Fluttershy said. She watched as Twilight bounded up the stairs. Then her eyes wandered down to the stack of magazines in her hands. That one woman really did look like Celestia. A blush crept into her cheeks. She always had thought Celestia was quite pretty...

Author's Note

Yes, of course Twilight has porn of a model who's a dead ringer for Celestia. What did you expect her to have?

Also, please forgive the numerous typos. I suck at both sleeping and grammar.