[Director's Cut] Magical Mystery Cure

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Air escaped the mouth of the whoopee cushion. Simulating the hilariousness of a real fart, Fluttershy expected it to elicit a few laughs from the ponies in attendance. None came however. Not even a cursory laugh due to her awkwardness at trying to replicate what she believed to be humorous. Sometimes Fluttershy wondered why she got out of bed in the morning. Why she even had a cutie mark in the first place. She wasn't outgoing. She didn't like to be the center of attention. And typically she was the death of a party, not the life of one.

These thoughts led Fluttershy the platform before her. A pink hot-air balloon waited, as if it had been plucked straight off her emblazoned backside. It would take her back to the haven of Cloudsdale, away from the partying Ponyvillians. Sure she would miss her friends, but she knew that they would get over it. Or, at least she hoped they would get over it. Best case scenario maybe they wouldn’t even notice that she was gone.

“Fluttershy,” a voice called to the pink mane-ed mare with a yellow coat, “what are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” mumbled Fluttershy, hoofing the ground dejectedly, “I just don’t feel like I can make people smile anymore. So I'm leaving. I mean, what use could there be for a pony like me anyways? I'd be better off in Cloudsdale where I won't disappoint so many ponies.”

“Stop moping. I need you for something Fluttershy,” Twilight said ignoring her friend's complaints. “Come down here right now.”

Fluttershy hesitated a minute. She was so sick of doing party things for party ponies. In the privacy of her mind, Fluttershy hoped Twilight wasn’t about to ask her to help throw a party. Though, if she was, Fluttershy probably would have conceded to he request. Friends help friends after all.

“O-okay Twilight. What is it that you wanted?” said Fluttershy.

“I need you to come with me to the library immediately,”

“What for?”

Unprepared to answer, Twilight stammered, “An- um, um… experiment.” Honestly a semi-legitimate excuse.

The purple mare blushed at the deception. A fantasy of her taking advantage of Fluttershy popped into her head. Before this she had never realized how large Fluttershy’s breasts were. Or how the pegasus's yellow flank bulged juxtaposed to her petite frame. Impressive.

“Come on Fluttershy, let’s go.”

The two friends entered the library and the element of magic could hardly contain her excitement. Obviously, she wanted to see if her theory was correct. Her friend would be back to normal after executing the ‘procedure’ Luna had demonstrated. But Twilight also couldn’t see the harm in getting to pleasure herself as well.

“Don’t worry Fluttershy,” Twilight said, still giddy, “I have figured out a way to return you to normal. By using the power of friendship.”

“Normal?” inquired Fluttershy shakily perhaps noticing the lustful intent in Twilight’s eyes.

“Yes, normal,” Twilight repeated, “just do exactly what I say and everything’s going to be fine.”

The purple pony illuminated the windows and blinds, magically closing them.

Seeing this, Fluttershy voiced doubts again, “What exactly was it we were going to be doing again Twilight?”

“Having sex.”

At the mention of the act, Fluttershy constricted. Twilight took the opportunity to picture Fluttershy’s pussy clenching along with the rest of her muscles. Juice already starting to spill to floor.

“Lay down on your back, please, Fluttershy,” instructed Twilight.

“Umm, here on the cold, hard ground?” Fluttershy asked, confused, but didn’t disobey.

“Yes,” prompted Twilight, “right here in front of me.”

“O-oh, okay,” Fluttershy squeaked.

Seeing the meekness of the pegasus Twilight pondered her role reversal. She imagined it must have been similar to what Luna experienced dominating her. Laying down, the yellow mare turned belly up towards Twilight. The unicorn definitely took pleasure in the feeling of control she now had. It was much like conducting an experiment. All Twilight had to do was follow that procedure that had been outlined for her.

So the process began.

First, Twilight rubbed her hooves between Fluttershy’s folds trying to gain access to her friend. The yellow pony quivered, mashing her legs together to prevent further intrusion.

“Hey loosen up Fluttershy,” Twilight grumbled, “This isn’t going to work if you don’t cooperate.”

Not saying anything back, Fluttershy acquiesced to her friend’s demands, allowing Twilight to use her hooves to spread Fluttershy's haunches. Twilight gazed into her friend. Looking at another pony’s marehood, how naughty… Saliva pooled around Twilight’s tongue anticipating the act to come.

Slowly, delicately, Twilight lowered her mouth onto Fluttershy’s vagina. A pronounced taste lingered there. Saltiness from the day’s labors, the natural sweetness of the pegasus’s cum, a light bouquet wafting off her tail; some scents from the places she had traveled that day. The distinctive flavors gave an identifying taste, something uniquely Fluttershy. Little hairs slightly matted, but of a fine quality, surrounded her most private place. They tickled Twilight as she attended to her friend. Sensory overload, Twilight loved it.

Pink tongue racing again across Fluttershy’s slit, Twilight attempted to simulate the pleasure she had felt earlier. And, in attempting to do so, Twilight found her own marehood had awoken. Her loins radiating a comfortable heat, she raised her tail instinctively, displaying a primal desire to be entered. She wanted it bad. It was hard to resist the urge to cry out her brother's name, the first stallion she thought of. A mental image of his pronounced member, flared, ready to rut her.

After several feverish minutes, Twilight stopped.

“Is something the matter Fluttershy?”
With as much as she had done, Twilight was expecting to hear at least a moan or a grunt from the pegasus in acknowledgement, but so far nothing indicated they were experiencing mutual pleasure.

“No, keep going. You’re doing fine,” Fluttershy lied.

“Fine?”

As far as the magical mare was concerned, she had done everything by the book, save the horn-ing she had been shown. However, nothing seemed to be getting to Fluttershy. There was no mounting orgasmic pleasure.

“I mean, it’s nice.” Fluttershy sheepishly added, realizing she wasn’t convincing Twilight at all. “Ohhhh, yeah baby… just like that.”

“Fluttershy,” deadpanned Twilight, “I can tell that you’re not into this.”

“Well-“

“Just tell me what’s wrong Fluttershy.”

“No really, it’s nothing-“

“Seriously Fluttershy. This won’t work if I can't please you.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose-“

“FLUTTERSHY, HELP ME FUCK YOU!” Twilight demanded, exasperated.

Taking a deep breath, the yellow pegasus unloaded. “Well- your cunnilingus is awful, your breasts show no perk, the tonguing is way too rough, your lips are cold and clammy, you move your body like a dead fish, and finally- do you know what a clitoris is?”

Twilight stopped. The rapid fire of criticism ruining the mood.

“But don’t worry Twilight,” added Fluttershy reassuringly, “It’s not you, it’s me. I just don’t like doing it with other ponies so much, that’s all.”

Suspending the experiment, Twilight raised herself from the floor slightly embarrassed.

She had been clumsy. Assuming she would be as good a lover as someone who had been given a thousand years of trial and error? What a terrible hypothesis.

But, Twilight thought, racking her brain for a solution, if I can’t be of service- perhaps another pony can...
After all, a true friend helps a friend in need. And Rainbow Dash, no matter her cutie mark, was the loyal-est pony Twilight had ever met.