Where is the hope, when you need it?

Two weeks later. I wake up in the hospital. I don't remember anything. After awhile, feeling returns to my body. At first, I don't expect it. But a strong sense of pleasure soon shows itself to me. I glance behind me and realize Fluttershy is massaging my wings. She smiles when she sees I'm awake. "You fainted. You were out a long time..." Her soft, gentle voice soothes me, but the hotness doesn't go away. "Fluttershy...st-stop rubbing my wings..." I whimper. She realizes what state I'm in and stops immediately. She moves her hooves away from my wings and grins sheepishly.

"I'm so glad you're awake. You lost quite a lot of blood. We thought you were in a coma, I was worried, as was Nurse Redheart." She frowns. "Good thing you weren't comatose...I don't know what I'd do without you..." She blushes. She's oddly cute right now. I realize what went through my head and looked away, ashamed of myself. Why? Why was I falling for the most innocent pony. I glanced back over at her. She was still blushing. "Fluttershy, what's up?"

Fluttershy squeaked and backed away, as if I'd hurt her. "Shy, what's wrong?" I sat up and watched her. "Well...I...uh..." she lowered her head submissively. "Over the past two weeks while you were out..." I listened to her carefully. "I realized how much I really liked you..." she glanced up at me and whimpered. "But...you're not the type of pony who'd like a shy filly like me..." She looked away again, and I reached a hoof out to her. "I'm glad you really care about me..." I said.

But truth was, she was right. I was interested in Spitfire. And Spitfire seemed to like me back. "But you're right..." I finally said. "I like Spitfire, not you...I'm sorry..." I whispered. I felt worse than I had already. I arched an eyebrow as a strong pang of guilt hit me. I never felt guilt, why was I feeling it now? Maybe I did like Fluttershy. Just a bit. She stared at me for a long time, silent. "Wait...Shy..." I kept quiet in case anybody heard us. "Fluttershy...I feel..." She watched me. My voice shook.

"I feel odd right now..." I said shakily. "Like I just lied to you..." she tilted her head sideways. "What do you mean, Dash?" she asked me, confused. "I mean to say..." I facehoofed. "I guess..." I couldn't say it. "I guess I kinda like you too, Fluttershy..." she perked her ears and sat up on her haunches. "Really!?" her smile. It made me feel...warm inside. Like butterflies (heh) were swarming inside of me. I liked the feeling. I think it was...happiness...

"Yeah, I'm not joking..." She jumped up carefully onto the bed and nuzzled me. It was unexpected, and sent a jolt of surprise down my back. "Fluttershy! Watch out. You almost stepped on my leg." I warned her, giggling slightly. I giggled. I hadn't done that in awhile. She grinned when she heard it. "Dashie! You must be better now!" At the mention of being better, everything froze, and my heart collapsed. "Yeah...better." I whispered. "Dashie?" the pastel yellow pony looked into my eyes, concerned. "You tensed up, is something wrong?"

"...I don't think I'm any better..." I said forlornly, sighing. "Not yet at least..." "Oh Dash, you're so tense..." Her voice was a mere whisper now. She made me sit up, and placed her hooves on my wings again. "I thought I told you to-mmmm....." she started rubbing her hooves in small circles around the middle of my wings. An enormous rush of pleasure surged through me. "Ohhh, Fluttershy...." I cooed, blushing. She smiled. "Yes, Rainbow Dash?"

"Fluttershy, I think I am a bit tense....could you fix that?" a devious smirk had fit to my muzzle, and she knew what I meant. She nodded. "Oh, I'm sure I can." She leaned in, and our lips met. My tongue slipped into her mouth. I felt a wonderful rush of warmth down in my treasure trove. I let out a moan in her mouth, and pulled away. "Fluttershy....I need you..." I whimpered again. She drew her hoof down my chest, and stopped at my entrance. I never expected her, of all ponies, to be doing this.

Things were definitely getting better for me.