“Well,” said Twilight, once Fluttershy had finally returned to the table. “That certainly was something. So, who’s up? Rainbow? Perhaps you’d like to reclaim your dignity with what I’m sure will be an amazing tale of awe-inspiring sexual prowess?”

“What? Oh, uh, mine’s boring. Why don’t we just skip me and go to Rarity or something.”

The other ponies glanced suspiciously amongst themselves. Rainbow fidgeted.

“Seriously Dashie?” said Pinkie Pie. “You love talking about doin’ it. Come on, buddy! It’ll be super fun to tell the awesome story of your very first Sexy-Time Adventure!”

“Naw, it’s just, I…urgh.” Dash ran a hoof down her face as she recalled the futility of trying to sidetrack Pinkie on those rare occasions that she set her mind to something. “You’re not gonna let this go are you?”

“Nope!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie with a chipper smile.

“I’m going to have to second that, Dash. I’m curious to know where you learned your self-proclaimed mastery of all things bedroom related,” commented Rarity.

“Suck it up, champ," put in Applejack. "We’re not leaving ‘till everybody talks.”

“Feathers," cursed Rainbow Dash. "Fine. But you can’t tell anybody else about this. Ever! Ok?” She glared around the table. Her friends all nodded, intrigued.

“Right. So, I was at the Summer Sun Celebration…”

Dang! She is sooooo hot!

Rainbow Dash, on Summer break before her last year as a student of the Cloudsdale Academy, stared up at the glowing and glorious Sun Princess without the slightest hint of shame. And why shouldn’t she? It wasn’t every day that the living Sun herself came to Cloudsdale to raise…herself. Was that how that worked? Were Celestia and the Sun really the same thing? Whatever. It was the Summer Sun Celebration, and the Princess was really showing it all off for this one. Rainbow was lucky; she’d gotten just the right seat to get an eyeful and then some of everything Princess Celestia had to offer. And it was quite a bit. It would be like, sacrilegious or something not to check her out, right? Totally. Ohhhhh she was doing that thing where she spread those big, luscious wings to full tilt just as the sun peaked to zenith behind her. So hot.

Rainbow Dash stared on even though it burned her eyes. She wanted to remember this.

She felt a nudge at her side, so she shuffled a bit to make room for whoever it was. She felt another nudge. Ergh! Trying to do a thing here, jerk!

“Nice view, isn’t it?”

Rainbow’s brain ran on auto while she tried to ignore everything that didn’t directly involve the totally amazing curves on the Princess. Girl’s voice. Maybe older? Sounds kinda classy, actually. Wings are touching. Hm.

“Huh? Oh, Hay yeah! I…”

Wait, never mind, Celestia’s beating her wings. Rainbow Dash tried not to drool. Oh. Wow. She really knows-

“My, my!” said the voice. “She really knows how to work those things doesn’t she? I always thought she was just a unicorn with wings, but…” The unknown pony sidled a little closer.

Probably getting crowded here, thought Dash shimmying a bit further to one side to make room. This was the best seat in the house, after all. That’s crazy though, I was totally just thinking the same thing.

Celestia descended, alighting with exquisite perfection onto the clouds beneath her. She slid into a magnificent bow, lowering her be-crowned head to just above the fluffy floor, spreading her wings again in a truly…inspiring display of, uh, regal majesty. That this left her hindquarters up in the air, all alone, by themselves, was not missed by the enraptured pegasi watching.

A thunderous applause finally broke the spell.

Rainbow blinked for the first time in maybe two minutes. When she looked around, everything seemed new and different, like she’d never seen any of these completely normal things before. Did the Princess do that? Dang. That was just…

“So what’d you think of that?” asked the voice.

“It was…” Words failed her, so Rainbow Dash resorted to snark. “Well you were there. What did you think?” She finally turned to look at whoever this pony was.

She laughed, and Dash momentarily taken aback a bit at the sight of her. Striking, and sleek of form. Maybe it was just that looking at the Princess too long made everypony look better, but still. Obviously some sort of athlete. She had a really nice smile. The pony was blue, a bit darker than Rainbow was, with long, smooth green mane. And a fine set of wings, of course, ‘cause, ya know, athlete. But a really nice smile too. Dash wasn’t sure why she noticed that.

“It’s hard to put into words, isn’t it? It’s like… Like I’m just seeing everything for the first time again.” she stared off into the sky for a second. Then she turned and looked Dash right in the eye. “Like everything’s a little brighter and more beautiful now.”

Rainbow Dash found herself suddenly very self-conscious.

“Oh! Sorry!” The bluer pony smiled a shy little smile and it was totally adorable. “I get a bit dramatic sometimes. I fancy myself a bit of a poet…”

“No, no, that’s cool, I guess,” said Dash, magnanimously. “I mean, I’m not into poetry, but yeah! That’s exactly how I would’ve said it! Except I’d have talked more about her wings.”

The green-maned pony laughed again. She had a nice laugh, too. She kind of had a nice everything.

“Exactly! They’re quite,” she waved a hoof, searching for the right word. “Big, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, totally!” Dash did a little hop in her enthusiasm, forgetting for the moment that she was supposed to be trying to look cool.

Alas, their mutual enthusiasm for Princess Celestia’s figure could only hold a conversation for so long.

“So you, uh-” started the unknown pony.

“So, I-“ began Dash at the same time.

“Sorry!”

“Sor-, uh, yeah.”

They both shuffled for a second.

“You go ahead,” said the pony, with an inviting smile.

“Sure. I…um.” Dash actually had no idea where she had been going with this, so she was secretly glad when the other pony picked up the lead.

“So, what should I call you?”

Rainbow Dash jumped at the opportunity to do something other than stand there like a dork.

“Rainbow Dash!”

“Ahh, the famous Rainbow Dash,” she said.

Dash perked up at the idea that people had heard of her, because surely stories of her awesomeness had spread by now, but she had to wonder…

“Um, famous?”

“My cousin’s in the Academy, and he mentioned there was a Rainbow Dash that had been breaking records. I suppose I could have guessed,” the pony gestured toward Rainbow’s mane. “You’re kind of hard to miss, with the pretty rainbow mane and all.”

Rainbow was so happy to hear she was famous that she almost missed the pony’s use of the p word. Rainbow Dash wasn’t pretty. She was athletic. And svelte, and robust, and lots of other stuff that basically meant ‘good at sports’. Pretty was even less her thing than poetry.

The other pegasus apparently noticed something in Rainbow’s expression because she jumped in real quick with “I mean pretty in a very ah, athletic way, that is. Good for racing”

That was better. Rainbow puffed up a bit and said “Well, I am pretty good at racing. And I’ve totally been breaking records!” There was a moment of silence after that. Wasn’t there something she was supposed to do when she met new people? Dad kept trying to teach her about this stuff…Social graces, had he called it? Dash couldn’t remember.

The other pony smiled patiently. Oh! That was it!

“So, um, what’s your name?” Asked Rainbow Dash.

The other pony’s eyes lit up, like she’d been hoping to be asked that. That must’ve been what Dash was supposed to do then. Nailed it! She puffed up a bit more.

“I’m Nimble Flit! It’s really nice to meet you, Rainbow Dash.” Nimble Flit put a hoof forward. Dash looked at it for a second before she remembered what Dad had told her to do. She picked up her own hoof and knocked it against Flit’s.

“Yeah, cool to meet you too, Flit.”

Nimble Flit looked at her like she had done something funny. Dash wasn’t sure what, but it probably didn’t really matter. “So,” asked Flit, “Did you have any plans for today?”

Rainbow Dash was looking a little ill. “Are you sure you guys wanna hear this?” Everyone had to lean in to hear her as she crept further and further behind her own hooves. “It’s really not any fun at all. I mean, I bet Pinkie’s story will be way bett-”

“Keep talkin’,” said Applejack past the sip of whiskey she was taking. There was not an ounce of mercy in her words.

“Oh, come now, Rainbow. It can’t be that bad.” said Rarity, equally adamant on hearing this story out.

“It wasn’t, I mean, it wasn’t that it was bad,” said Dash. “I just…” Pinkie Pie’s huge, friendly eyes bored inexorably into her. “Ugh, fine. But none of you are gonna tell anyone about this right?”

The answers varied between affirmation and amused ambivalence, but Rainbow pretended they all just said ‘yes.’

~~~

“Oh, sure. I was gonna, ya know, meet some friends. For the Summer Fair.” Rainbow didn’t actually have any plans, because she didn’t actually have many close friends. All of them were stuck with their parents or working for the summer, so Rainbow had figured she’d just wander the fair and do whatever she felt like. But it was suddenly very important to her to not look like some friendless loser, so that was what she said.

“I see,” said Flit. “I was supposed to meet some people too, but it turns out they all have other things to do today. Anyway, you seemed fun so I thought I’d ask.” She tilted her head and batted her eyes, turning the question into an invitation. Not that Dash comprehended any of that.

“Oh yeah?” Rainbow Dash played it cool. She totally wasn’t excited and nervous right now. Why would she be nervous? Just two mares going to a fair, right? “That sucks. Actually, my friends are all kind of being lame too. So, ya know, if you wanted to somepony to go with…”

Flit perked up at that, wings and all. “Oh? Well, since you asked so nicely, sure. Let’s go.”

Rainbow let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding.

“Why don’t we head to the races first? Or, I hear the games are good this year?”

Those were exactly the things Rainbow Dash wanted to check out, so that was what they did. First the one, then the other. Nimble Flit listened intently while Rainbow showed off how much she knew about the racers (especially the Wonderbolts!) and racing in general. She asked lots of questions, which was fine ‘cause it gave Dash an excuse to talk about it more, and she laughed at all of Dash’s jokes, which was maybe even better. For some reason.

Anyway, the fair games were good too. Rainbow won most of them, and Nimble Flit didn’t even get mad about it like Gilda and her other friends did. Rainbow wondered if maybe Flit wasn’t really even trying very hard, but she seemed to be having fun, so whatever. She pulled off a few upset victories of her own, actually, and that was totally cool too.

They did some other stuff, got some carnival munchies and all that, and watched a few shows. Rainbow kept finding Flit standing really close to her toward the end of the day, without Rainbow ever quite knowing how it happened. Maybe Flit was cold or something? Rainbow thought maybe she should offer to put a wing over her back. To, ya know, keep her warm. But she never did. That was a weird thing to think about doing anyway, right? Totally.

They caught a few more glimpses of Celestia as she made appearances and did Princess things throughout the day. They always made sure to stop and ogle her for a bit.

But after that, the sun set, and the day was over. Somehow, Dash was surprised. She was usually great at telling the time.

“So, I guess it’s about that time, huh?” said Nimble Flit.

“Time? Oh, uh, yeah, I guess so.”

They stood facing each other, and they both sort of puttered around a bit before Flit broke the strange-but-not-unpleasant silence. She gave Dash a sly little look just before she spoke, like maybe she had been waiting it out on purpose or something.

“So, I was thinking…”

“Yeah?” said Dash expectantly. She was unsure what, exactly, she was expectant of, but still.

“I, ah, I’m going to this dance thing tomorrow with some of my co-workers. I figure dancing’s not really your thing, but it’d be great to have somebody fun around.”

“Oh, uh, yeah? Ok.” Rainbow agreed a little more easily than she’d meant to, but that was fine right? It was just a dance thing. “I mean, yeah, I’d rather be flying, but sure. I could go to a dance thing.”

Nimble Flit smiled (almost like she’d known Dash was gonna say yes) and that was pretty great, and then told Dash where the place was, and when to be there and all that. And so, the next day, Rainbow Dash went to a dance thing.

“d’Awwwwwwww!” squealed Rarity and Pinkie Pie simultaneously. They had ended up hugging at some point during their outburst.

Rainbow Dash slunk further down her stool. She was practically under the table by this point, and whatever she was muttering was probably best left unheard.

“Heh,” chuckled Applejack. “She was playin’ you like a fiddle, huh? With goin’ to the races and such? How old did you say she was?”

“I didn’t,” grumbled Dash.

“Heh.”

“Right, yeah, totally. So I’m done now right? Next? Pinkie?”

“No way buddy!” cried Pinkie, having reclaimed her own seat. “What happened next? Spill it!”

Rainbow Dash groused belligerently and thoroughly before continuing.

So the dance they went to was Ok. It was a big birthday party, lots of ponies around, with music playing and tons of food and stuff. Bit of an older crowd than Dash was used to, and there was booze too, but that was fine, on account of her being so mature for her age and all. Flit introduced Dash to some of the ponies and griffons she worked with; they were a crew of freelance wild-weather handlers that was on some sort of vacation right now. They moved from place to place, making sure natural storms and blizzards and stuff didn’t get out of hand once they got too big or threatened to get near a city. This sounded pretty awesome to Rainbow Dash. They all kept talking about how nice to meet her it was, and how great Flit was, which Rainbow thought was kind of weird, but whatever. Anyway, Flit insisted on teaching Rainbow Dash some dance moves. That was cool and all, but dancing wasn’t really something Dash had ever gotten around to doing much of, so it was kinda, like, embarrassing to get dragged up on the floor in front of everybody with Flit all close-up like that and Rainbow having no idea what to do andanywayitwasfinemovingon.

Flit seemed to have really enjoyed the whole day, so that made everything better. She kinda teased Dash about the dancing, but she used some kind of magic to keep Dash from getting annoyed at her for it. Yeah, definitely magic. After the party, which must have started pretty late in the day because it was over way too fast, Nimble Flit asked if Rainbow wanted to go out and do something again sometime, maybe tomorrow? She must have used that magic again because Dash didn’t even remember to pretend she was busy. She just sort of said yes without thinking about it. Just before they went their separate ways, Flit asked a really weird question.

“Do you think you aren’t pretty, Rainbow Dash?”

“Wh…I mean, what?” sputtered Dash, suddenly feeling quite warm. Flit waited patiently, apparently not at all ashamed to be asking embarrassing questions like that.

“I mean, not really? Pretty is for, like, I dunno, for ponies that can’t be…I’m athletic.” Yeah, that was it.

Flit smiled, like she’d just gotten an idea or something. “Ok. I bet you can be both though.” The she just walked away.

Rainbow Dash stared after her, perplexed. Why would she go and say something like that..?

Anyway, they met up again the next day at a theatre for some sort of improvised comedy show. Flit had said something about it being kind of chilly, which it totally was, so they’d put a wing around each other and shared some popcorn. It was kind of the best thing no big deal. They met again for something else the next day. Rainbow hadn’t realized it until then, but Flit always seemed to have some new reason for them to hang out at the end of every day. Rainbow hadn’t suggested a single one yet. Should she? The only things she could ever think to do were pranks and work on her stunts. Flit didn’t seem like she’d be into that. And they were hanging out a lot, actually, just the two of them. Gilda had gotten mad at her about that. Dash didn’t like to admit this, and she’d never sabotage her friend by telling anyone, but… Gilda could be kind of a jerk to new ponies. Dash wasn’t sure what her deal was, but she got the feeling it would be a really bad idea to introduce her and Flit to each other. So she scratched that plan off the list. Alas, it had been her only entry.

Rainbow Dash wracked her brain for better ideas as she and Flit walked out of the little theatre and into the street. Flit interrupted her silent pondering.

“So, Dash, I’ve really had a good time with you these last few days,” she began. “But, the thing is…well, vacation’s just about up.”

Rainbow Dash didn’t much care for the sound of that.

“So I’m going to be leaving town sometime tomorrow afternoon.”

“Gaaaaaaaaaaaasp!” exclaimed Pinkie. “Tragedy Strikes!”

“Oh, shush Pinkie!” said Rarity, with a frantic wave of her hoof.

She said it so simple and matter-of-fact that Rainbow barely had time to spout “Wait? Wha-”

“But!” interjected Nimble Flit, smiling and raising a hoof to Dash’s lips, quite effectively silencing her. “I had something really special planned for tonight, before I go. Something just for you and me. Do you think you can make it my place at 7:00?”

“I, uh, sure?”

There it was again, that magic Flit had. Rainbow was saying yes before she could think. Something in the eyes, maybe? Had to be the eyes.

“Great!” said Flit. “I’ll see you tonight then.” And then, in a completely unexpected move, she leaned in real quick and kissed Dash. Right on the lips! And with that, she hopped into the air and flew away grinning.

…

“What?” asked Dash to no one in particular. “Wait, What!?”

“Heh,” chuckled Applejack.

“You shush too!”

Seven o’clock came and Dash was standing at Nimble Flit’s door. She had planned on kicking the thing in and demanding an explanation. Was Flit really leaving tomorrow? You couldn’t just drop that on somebody like that! And then there was that other thing she did…Alas, Dash couldn’t quite bring herself to kick down much of anything. Instead, she fidgeted outside for maybe a full fifteen minutes, psyching herself up. Why was she even nervous? Eventually, she remembered how to knock on a door.

The door opened slowly. Flit peeked out, as if she weren’t sure of who it might be. What was left of Rainbow’s indignation died the second she saw Flit smile at her. Darn it. How did she do that!?

“Hi! Come in.” She opened the door, revealing a dimly lit single room, cloud-floored and walled. Nice furnishings, like a pretty decent hotel. Dash didn’t really notice any of that though. She was too busy staring at Flit. Her mane was all done up in some kind of fancy…thing. Dash didn’t know words for that stuff, but it looked great. Really framed her face and showed off her neckline. She had a bit of make-up on, just enough to show off her eyes, as though they needed any more showing off. And her lips, for some reason…Anyway, she was wearing a glittery dress too. It was tight around the middle, but opened up and flowed out across the flanks and tail. It was light and floaty and mostly sheer. It was kinda…that is, well, Rainbow had never seen anybody wear something like that in real life.

Nimble Flit backed up to let Dash inside. “It’s kind of late. I was afraid you wouldn’t come. I know I sort of just ran off back there. I’m sorry about that.”

Still staring, not thinking, Rainbow answered. “Oh, no, that’s cool. I had stuff to do anyway.” Were those candles? That must be why it was so dim. Weird.

Flit’s grin widened a bit as she watched Rainbow Dash. “So ah, what do you think?” She did a little curtsy, flicked her tail a bit. “Pretty fancy huh?”

Rainbow broke off her stare and the give the room a cursory glance as the door shut behind her. “Oh, yeah. It’s uh, nice.”

Flit chuckled and her smile went from normal to…something else. “I meant me, dummy.”

“Oh, yeah, totally. I knew that. You look…” She tried to think of something nice to say that wasn’t lame but Flit was smiling at her like that and her mouth went all dry.

“Nimble Flit, you look amazing!” said Nimble Flit, with that teasing grin. “You’re the prettiest mare I’ve ever seen!”

Dash laughed because she didn’t know what else to do. Was it getting warm in here? “Yeah, you uh, you kinda are,” she managed to squeak out. Ok Dash, take back the situation. Say something that isn’t stupid…“So what was it wanted to do?” Nailed it!

Nimble Flit looked at her as though she were some kind of completely charming idiot, so maybe she hadn’t nailed it at all. Or had she? In lieu of an answer, Flit trotted over to an old phonograph and dropped the needle. A slow, pleasant tune flowed from the bell of the machine.

“Have you ever dressed up, Rainbow Dash? Like this?” She ran a hoof down her diaphanous dress.

Dash watched that hoof intently. “What? Uh, no. Not really my thing. I mean, it looks great on you and stuff, but, I’m not pretty like that, so…”

“Well,” said Flit, with a wink. “Everypony should get to be a little fancy at least once, right? Here.” She trotted over to a closet and opened it, revealing another dress. “I think this would look really good on you. Try it on?”

“Uhh, sure?” Darn it, she was doing that thing with her eyes again! Before Dash knew what was happening, Flit was helping her into the thing. She was…she was really close. Flit sure smelled nice tonight. Dash said something about that, and Flit smiled, and that was about all Dash could remember about it. Anyway. Flit kept doing stuff like leaning over Dash’s back to tie something up, or running a hoof down her side. Maybe dressing up wasn’t so bad. It was definitely getting warm in here though.

“There we go.” Flit looked her up and down. Dash really liked the look in her eyes. For some reason. “And let me just…” Flit leaned in close and ran a brush through Rainbow’s mane. She wasn’t sure exactly what Flit was doing with it, but after a minute or so, she declared her work done, and very gently placed a single rose behind Rainbow Dash’s ear. She looked Dash over again and smiled. “So. Take a look.” Nimble Flit walked across the room and flipped over one of those big, full-body mirrors that some ponies had. Rainbow Dash looked at her reflection.

Whoa.

Was that really her? No way. It must’ve be some kind of trick mirror, or maybe the lighting. Dash shuffled around a bit.

“Here, like this.” Flit struck a quick pose, like something a model would do. She really made it work, too.

“Um, ok.” Dash did her best to imitate Flit’s stance. And from what the mirror was telling her, she did a pretty good job. Dash smiled in wonder. She looked good. She switched through another pose, and then another one, just to see.

Flit sidled up in beside her, leaning up close enough that Dash could see them together in the mirror. “Hey! I thought you said this wasn’t your thing.” She poked Dash’s side playfully. “That’s what I wanted to do. You can be pretty if you want.”

Rainbow didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t her thing. She was fast, sure. Everybody said so. They all told her she was tough, and a great athlete. But this, this looking good stuff? That was for other ponies. Everybody said that, too. How come nobody had ever told she could pull this off?

“I…thanks, Flit.” It just came out. Dash smiled at herself a little. It really wasn’t for her, this whole ‘pretty’ thing. It wasn’t who she was. But that was Ok. It was nice to know it could be, if that’s what she wanted. What everybody else told her didn’t matter. And besides, maybe it could be fun to pretend, for a little while. “This is really...”

Come to think of it, Flit had tricked Rainbow into doing a lot of stuff she used to think was lame, hadn’t she. Dash looked at Nimble Flit, eyes all aglitter, and something finally clicked into place. “May I, um, have this dance? M’lady?”

Flit nodded, slow and graceful, smile widening. She took Dash by the hoof and led her into what open space there was. The song had changed to something quick, like a salsa or something. Rainbow kept up as best she could, letting Flit lead her around the room until the song changed.

Rainbow Dash had known about dating of course. She’d known it was a thing that ponies did. Along with all that…other stuff. But not her. It was just one of those things she’d never had the patience for. She could have, obviously; plenty of boys had tried to ask her out, and a few girls too, but she wasn’t into all that kissy-kissy nonsense. Who even had time for all that? All couples did was complain about each other. Gilda understood. Heh.

The next song was slower, some kind of leisurely waltz or whatever. Flit gently placed her wings under Dash’s, interlacing their primary feathers. She leaned in close, so close that Dash could feel Flit’s breath in her ear. They just held each other there for a bit.

“I really like you, Rainbow Dash.”

So it figured that somepony would have to come along and trick her into it. Dash felt like a bit of an dumbass for not catching on sooner, but honestly? That kind of thing happened a lot. She knew she maybe wasn’t brightest star in the sky. She’d stopped worrying about it a while back. Just like she finally stopped worrying about tonight, and anything that would happen after it. She had no idea what to do, and her heart was pounding like she’d just flown a marathon, but that was ok. She’d figure it out.

She wished she could think of something clever to say, but that wasn’t happening, so Dash just went for it.

Rainbow Dash looked Nimble Flit in the eye, and leaned in. Flit smiled.

“Here,” she said, guiding Rainbow’s lips to her own. “Like this…”

“And then we totally banged and itwasawesomeandcanIpleasestopnow!?”

“Oh don’t you dare end the story that way, Rainbow Dash!” exclaimed Rarity.

Applejack was too busy convulsing with laughter to comment.

“Oh, come on! You want me to tell you everything we did? Haven’t you humiliated me enough tonight?”

“That isn’t humiliating, Rainbow,” interjected Fluttershy. “It’s sweet. I wish my first time had gone so well…”

“It’s ok Dashie, you can stop” said Pinkie Pie. Then, putting a hoof on Rainbow Dash’s shoulder, she said, very seriously, “We all promise not to tell anybody ever about your unbelievably sappy first Sexy-Time Adventure.”

Rainbow Dash glared electrified, exploding, envenomed daggers at her former best friend. She pointed a hoof at the bottle of Blackest Pit. “You sharing that?”

“HAHAHAHAHA! Sure thing, buddy. But only if you own up to how old that gal really was.”

“She was…” Rainbow’s eyes shifted left and right, “In college. Or something. I dunno.”

“Oh yeah? Have a lotta time to take classes while she worked that storm-chasin’ job, did she? A job which, if I do recall correctly, requires a bachelorette’s degree, at least,” said Applejack with a truly infuriating grin.

“Auuugh!” growled Rainbow Dash. She looked about ready to strangle Applejack for calling her out on the lie. "Why does that even matter!?”

“It don’t,” said AJ, leisurely leaning back and thumping both rear hooves on top of the table. “Just thought it was funny how you’re all hot and bothered about it. Though it makes me wonder ‘bout why you aren’t the one into older ponies here instead of Rarity.” She poured a shot of the liquor and passed it over. “Good way to start, ya know. With an older mare like that.”

Dash toyed with the shot glass for a bit before responding. “Yeah, I…I mean yeah, it was good.”

“It’s cause Dashie wants to be the older mare. Duh,” conjectured Pinkie Pie. The daggers being stared at her were now barbed, in addition to being electrified, exploding, and envenomed.

“Well,” implored Rarity, “Did you ever see her again? Surely she didn’t just leave after all that?”

“All what? It was a weekend. It was just a fling, Rarity.”

“Sometimes it’s best that way,” began Fluttershy. “Big differences in age can lead to all kinds of problems. As long as Rainbow Dash had a good experience, that’s all that matters, right?” The little yellow pony’s friends once again stared in wonder at her knowledge of such things.

“Yeah, see? Exactly,” said Rainbow. “Everypony had a good time and that was it, alright?”

“You never looked her up though?” asked Twilight. “Cloudsdale keeps excellent records of it’s graduates. I bet you could-”

“AIright y’all, let’s keep this train a’rolllin’,” interrupted Applejack. “I reckon yer up, Rar’.” Rainbow Dash nodded a grudging thanks to AJ, then threw back her whiskey.

“Oh, fine,” huffed Rarity.

Author's Notes:

Loosely based on something an autobiographical story I read.

Second Hand Experience: Way better than Personal Experience.