Fluttershy reclined on her bed, alone in her house. She had made sure of that. Every single creature had been booted outside for the time being. Every window was shut, every curtain pulled. Her hands trembled as she inserted the batteries into her recent acquisition. She knew it was brand new and never used, but she still held it delicately with her fingertips. She'd never have believed that she would ever own a vibrator. At least the pale pink plastic matched her decor. She sighed and picked up her tube of Sensual Strawberry lube and flicked the cap off with her thumb. At the very least, her crotch would smell nice when she was done. Why anyone would need their crotch to smell nice was another matter entirely.

She squeezed a small blob of the stuff onto the tip of the vibrator, and smeared it over the device, trying not to think about what her actions looked like. She was very thorough. Then she took a deep breath and put her finger on the switch, and flicked it on, to the lowest setting. The vibrator buzzed like an angry hornet, so loudly that she nearly dropped it. She fumbled it in her fingers for a second. The lube was performing its job too well, keeping her from getting a grip on it. She clamped her hands around it and switched it off. Her eyes darted to the window, half-expecting to see someone peering through, having heard the noise and come to investigate. She shook her head. No one would be able to hear it, and she was on the second floor anyway.

She turned the vibrator back on, this time keeping her grip. The movement made her whole body shiver, as if the entire room had suddenly chilled. Was this really something she wanted to put herself through? She looked down at herself. Her skin was tightened into a mass of goosebumps. Her nipples were fully erect, cute little nubs protruding from her breasts, as if they were waiting for attention. Well, she certainly couldn't neglect them. She reached up and gently pressed a fingertip against one of them. It sent a tremor through her whole body, like a ticklish ripple. She smiled, and gave it a gentle but firm squeeze, twisting it just a bit, so that the sensation was on the line between twinge and pain. Her hand cupped the rest of her breast and squeezed, savoring the smoothness of her own skin and feeling the soft weight. Maybe this time she would do it.

The tip of the vibrator touched the skin of her mons, and she trembled with anticipation. She slowly slid it downwards, closer and closer to her vagina, letting the anticipation speed up her heartbeat. Her breasts swayed in time with every breath. The vibrator reached her vulva. She closed her eyes and slowly began to slide it into herself.

Then a loud knock on the door shocked her. She bobbled the the vibrator once again, struggling to get a grip on it. She failed and it landed on the bed.

There was another knock, and then a familiar voice.

"Hey, Fluttershy! You in there?"

"YES!" She responded out of habit, and clamped her hands over her mouth. She had wanted to just wait until Applejack left, but even though she had never had trouble being quiet, she had never been able to avoid answering a knock. Even if she had a really really good reason, like avoiding an angry minotaur, she just felt unbearably rude leaving them on her doorstep. And she didn't think that masturbating really qualified as a particularly good reason not to answer the door. She silently cured her own inability to be impolite, and quickly threw on her sundress and went downstairs.

She paused at the door for a moment to fix up her hair. If she didn't look at least somewhat presentable, Applejack would... well, she still probably wouldn't realize anything was different, but Fluttershy wasn't much of a risk-taker.

"Good morning, Applejack!" Fluttershy said, as she opened the door. "Um, what are you doing here?"

"I just came by to pick up Winona's dog food. How much do I owe ya?"

"Huh, oh, right. Um, same as last week."

"Alright," Applejack reached into her pocket and began to count out the money. She paused. "What's that smell?"

"Smell? What smell?"

Applejack sniffed the air. "The sweet smell. It's fruity. Smells like strawberries."

Fluttershy swallowed. Her hands were still slippery with lube. She wracked her brain for an adequate explanation. For once, it came through. "Lotion."

"Lotion?"

"Yes, I just put lotion on my hands."

"Of course," Applejack said with a nod. "Gotta keep 'em moisturized. You mind if I use some? My hands are might dry from workin' all morning."

"Use... uh..." Fluttershy's tongue briefly made a pretzel out of itself. "I'm sorry, no."

"Aw, why not?"

"It's um... special lotion."

"Special lotion."

Fluttershy nodded, blurting the words out as they came to her head. "I got it from my doctor. It's for... warts."

"Warts?"

"Yes, I get warts so the doctor gave me special lotion to get rid of them and make sure they stay away."

"Okay, then." Applejack shrugged. "Where'd you stash the stuff?"

"It's in my shed. If you want to get it out I usually leave it..." Fluttershy's voice trailed off as she realized that the sundress she was wearing was very thin, and she wasn't wearing any underwear. Maybe Applejack wouldn't notice. "...open."

"Alright then." Applejack nodded. "So, were you plannin' on just hangin' at home today?"

"What?" Fluttershy nearly gasped. Her brain jumped into paranoia mode. SheknowsSheknowsSheknowsSheknowsSheknows. She gathered her composure and answered. "Um, no. I have other things to do. In town, and not in my house."

"Well, if that's the case, you might wanna put on a bra," Applejack said with a wink and a nod at Fluttershy's chest.

Fluttershy looked down and blushed as she saw the clearly pronounced outlines of her still-erect nipples poking through the thin fabric. She reflexively crossed her arms over her chest. "I... um...."

Applejack chuckled. "Don't worry, I get it."

"Y-you do!?" Fluttershy asked. My cover is blown!

"Of course! It's so much more comfortable to just lounge around the house without wearin' your underpants and bra! That stuff can be so constrictin' sometimes. Just feels good let it hang loose sometimes."

"Y-yep." Fluttershy said, trying not to sigh in relief. "You got me."

"I wish I got to more often," Applejack said. "We usually got too many people comin' and goin' in the house, though. Apple Bloom and her friends are always runnin' in and out, and sometimes the hired help from the orchard comes in." She grinned and leaned in. "I'm actually not wearin' any panties right now."

"Oh."

"Well, I'm gonna go get that dog food. I'll see you later."

"O-okay. Goodbye."

"Bye."

Fluttershy exhaled heavily as she closed the door and leaned against it. That had been too close. It was a good thing that Applejack didn't tend to pry. If it would have been Pinkie, or even worse, Rainbow Dash, it could've been a complete disaster.

She returned to her room, where most everything was just as she had left it. She tossed the dress over a chair. This time, she wasn't going to let anything interrupt her. Unless her house burned down. In that case, she'd probably stop. Otherwise, they'd find her body, put 2 and 2 together, and realize that she had died because she was too intent on pleasuring herself to not die. That would be even worse than being caught. And also, she would be dead, which was a bad thing.

"Alright, let's do this!" She opened the drawer of her nightstand and took out the pictures that she had decided were her favorites. There was one of those Celestia-look-alike pictures (one of the more modest ones, ironically enough), another random girl who had very nice breasts, and another model who didn't have any specific attributes that stood out, but just so happened to look more than a little like Twilight. She wasn't quite sure why Twilight had those. It was kinda weird.

She put her hands to her breasts and began to knead them, trying to get herself back in the mood. She hadn't even gotten to use the vibrator yet! Thought, on the upside, at least she was actually looking forward to giving it a try. Her initial wariness had given way to expectation. Applejack's untimely arrival had actually given her libido a bump.

Once again, she took the vibrator and flipped the switch. Perhaps today would be the day.

This time, the vibrator didn't even make it to her skin. There was another knock on the door, and another loud voice. Unfortunately, this was a voice that she couldn't ignore. It belonged to Pinkie.

"HEY FLUTTERSHY! I know you're in there! I gotta talk to you! It's important! Also, I have cookies!"

Fluttershy sighed. She had fully intended on ignoring any distractions, but tuning out Pinkie's voice could be difficult. And Pinkie could be persistent. And she might start singing. It would be rather difficult to get off while listening to that. Or worse, she might actually have an orgasm while listening to Pinkie. Maybe her brain would get its wires crossed and associate the two things. Every time she wanted to masturbate she'd have to somehow get Pinkie to ramble on in the background. It would be the most unfortunate fetish ever. She couldn't possibly have that.

And then there was the fact that Pinkie was liable to climb up to the window or something. Fluttershy had to address the issue at the source. She'd have to answer the door again. She got up, put her dress back on, this time taking the time to throw on a bra and panties, and headed downstairs. Pinkie's voice rang in her ears the whole way.

"Yes?" Fluttershy said, opening the door. "What happened? Is something wrong?"

"I need peanut butter!" Pinkie gasped in the same tone someone might usually use to call for a doctor.

"What?"

"I was going to make peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, but I ran out of peanut butter!" Pinkie said. "I really want chunky, but I'll take smooth if that's all you have."

"I thought you said it was a emergency," Fluttershy said crossly. Or at least as crossly as she could manage.

"And not having peanut butter chocolate chip cookies isn't an emergency!?" Pinkie looked sideways at Fluttershy as if she had just grown a second head.

"Pinkie, most people wouldn't think of that as an emergency," Fluttershy said with a sigh. "It's not like someone is injured or dying or anything."

"Well, no, but if we didn't have cookies, life wouldn't be worth living!" Pinkie said. "That makes it like an emergency! Kinda."

"It really doesn't."

Pinkie sighed. "Fine, I guess not. Sorry."

"It's...okay," Fluttershy mumbled. "Just, next time, try going to a store and buying your own peanut butter. You inter- you might have interrupted me doing something important."

"Good thing I didn't, then!" Pinkie said, she hopped in place, and Fluttershy became immediately aware of the fact that Pinkie had decided to go bra-less. "But seriously, do you have any peanut butter? I'm really hungry."

"Y-yes, there's some in the cabinet," Fluttershy said, trying not to imagine what it would feel like if she stuffed her hands up Pinkie's shirt.

"Okie dokie lokie!" Pinkie bounded into the kitchen, and jumped out a moment later, holding an oversized jar of peanut butter. "Thanks!" she said. "I'll bring some cookies over when I'm done! And also I'll pay you back for the peanut butter. And your new strawberry air freshener smells really nice! See you later!" Pinkie didn't even wait for a goodbye before charging down the path.

"Bye," Fluttershy called after her. She sighed. That had been the last of her peanut butter, too. Oh well, at least it would keep Pinkie occupied for a few hours. Baking was probably the only thing that she was capable of focusing on. That and parties.

She returned to her room and began to make the preparations for the third time. Put the pictures out, get naked and lie on the bed, re-lube the vibrator, crack her knuckles, feel herself up a bit to get some momentum going, and then she could finally give her new toy the try that it deserved. She flicked the switch.

As if on cue, she heard a shout in the distance. And it rapidly got louder and louder. Fluttershy's blood ran cold. She knew exactly who was shouting. Property damage and extreme embarrassment were incoming.

"aaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Rainbow Dash blasted through the window, ripping the entire frame out of the wall. She slammed into the floor at the foot of the bed, and skidded into the closet, where she stopped with a thud.

Fluttershy's perception of time stopped dead. Either that or her brain had shot itself up with so much raw adrenaline that she had used up her lifetime supply. Her thoughts were racing; she knew that she had, at most, maybe twenty seconds before Rainbow Dash stumbled out of the closet and saw that Fluttershy's bed contained porn, lube, a vibrator, and a naked Fluttershy who was in the process of making use of the first three things. Her first priority was, of course, to get the porn, lube, and vibrator out of sight. Sure, getting caught naked by Rainbow Dash would be intensely embarrassing, but it was something she could play off. Say she was just hanging out around the house, naked. If worst came to worst, she could get Applejack to corroborate her story. The other stuff would be a lot harder to explain.

She snatched up the pictures and shoved them under her pillow, along with the lube. That was easy. Four seconds, at most. That gave her sixteen to get the vibrator turned off, and hidden. She grabbed at it, and it slipped out of her grasp, coated with a fresh layer of lube. In the corner of her vision, Rainbow Dash began to stir. Twelve seconds to hide the vibe and herself. The bed. It was her only chance. The dress was too far away, and she probably wouldn't be able to get it on in time. She threw back the cover with one hand, and made a grab at the vibrator with her other. Wriggling madly, she rolled off the cover and onto her bed, then threw the cover over herself. Now she just had to get the vibrator turned off. She had, by her best estimation, seven seconds.

She clenched the sex toy tightly with both hands, trying to get to the switch. Rainbow Dash was moving now, starting to make an attempt to emerge. Two, maybe three seconds at most. As Rainbow poked her head out, her fingers found the off switch, and the vibrator went quiet. She finally relaxed. Just a little. She was still naked under the covers, and if RD decided to steal her blanket....

"R-rainbow Dash, are you alright?" she asked.

"Oh, damn..." Dash pulled herself to her feet and staggered out of the closet, the broken windowpane still dangling from around her neck. How she managed to smash through so many windows without ever cutting herself was a mystery for the ages. "I knew I shouldn't have tried to do a dozen barrel rolls in a row..." She shook her head and noticed her surroundings for the first time. "Oh, hey Fluttershy. Sorry about the window. I'll get you a new one."

"T-thanks," Fluttershy mumbled.

"Sorry for interrupting your... your nap, I guess."

"I-it's okay, I hadn't fallen asleep yet."

"Well, that's great!" Rainbow Dash lifted the window off of her shoulders and tossed it out the hole where the window had been a moment before. "I'll have the repair guy come by tomorrow, that okay?"

"That's fine." Fluttershy shifted a bit in her bed, and the blanket rubbed against her chest. She wished Rainbow Dash would just leave already. Although the floor was still strewn with broken glass. "Um, I can clean this up, if you want to get back to your training."

"Nah, I'll get it," Dash said. "You just try to get back to sleep and I'll take care of the mess. Broom's in the hall closet, right?"

Fluttershy nodded sullenly and watched Rainbow Dash run off to get the broom. She certainly couldn't get out of bed. She could get back to work either, not without Rainbow Dash noticing. And actually napping was out of the question. Putting aside the fact that she was now far too hot and bothered to sleep, if she somehow managed to drift off, she might very well roll over or something and reveal that she was naked and holding a dildo. Her only recourse was to pretend to sleep and wait for Rainbow Dash to finish up.

She sighed. At the very least, for the first time in her life she understood what the phrase "sexually frustrated" meant.

Rainbow Dash returned and began to sweep. "By the way, I really like that air freshener of yours. Is that strawberry?"

Author's Note

Yes, I realize RD is a human now. Don't think too hard about how she manages to crash through Fluttershy's window.