Chapter 13

It was now Wednesday morning. I sat on the couch, watching TV as Angel bunny snuggled against my lap.

Fluttershy finally emerged from her room at about 7am, sat on the couch next to me and put her head on my shoulder, giggling softly when she noticed Angel was snuggled up on the other side of me.

“Oh! You made a friend,” she said. “Angel doesn’t usually snuggle with anyone but me.”

I smiled as the bunny quickly hopped over my lap into hers once he heard her voice and realised she was there.

“How was your sleep?” I asked.

She shrugged. “It was OK, I tossed and turned a lot. I'm not sure if I actually slept very...um, much. I was thinking a lot about yesterday morning when we…you know…”

“Had amazing sex three times?” I finished for her.

She blushed and buried her face in my chest while letting out a snicker. “Yeah…that,” she said, following it up with a sigh.

“You also slept a ton the night before.,” I said, “You’ll sleep good tonight after our trip to town today.”

“Yeah, true,” Fluttershy said, standing up again. “Well, time to feed the critters.”

We repeated our morning routine, one that I had really begun to enjoy. I enjoyed seeing her in her element, watching her use her magic with the animals. Best of all…she was happy while doing it.

After that, we decided to make breakfast, after which we showered, got dressed and readied ourselves to head to town. We took our time; no need for us to rush. It was hopefully going to be a great day, just like the day before.

We got into Canterlot around 11:30am. The town was fairly close to the shop I work at, which is just beyond the outskirts of town, just about where the woods start to become fairly dense. I’ve been to this town many times, but never really knew the significance of some of the locations there, nor did I care to learn about them; that is, until now.

My girlfriend drove me around to see some of the sights, one of them being the high school she went to. She stopped her SUV across the street, pointing out the front entrance that Sunset Shimmer had ripped apart while she was transformed, in possession of an artifact that she had stolen from her own world. She also pointed to the statue of the colt that was out front. Fluttershy mentioned it was only a few years old; they had finally replaced it recently, quite a few years after Twilight had blown it up after getting a hold of some of the girls' magic that she’d collected in a device she had created. It quickly occurred to me that humans don’t seem to be capable of handling too much of the power from that world without going a little crazy in short order.

“So, note to self,” I said, “Stay out of that school yard.”

Fluttershy laughed. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” She then pointed to the large pedestal that the statue was sitting on. “That’s where the portal was.”

“Portal?” I said, looking at the concrete block. “To Sunset’s world? Is it not there anymore?”

“Its closed,” she explained. “It can still be opened, but they have to do it from the other side. Sunset has a way to send messages to them if we need it opened, but nothing has happened for quite a few years so it’s been closed for a while.”

“She doesn’t want to go back?” I asked.

“She didn’t really leave on good terms,” Fluttershy said. “But I think she’d be fine if she went back. They know she’s better now, I just don’t think it’s something she wants to deal with. She feels at home here now, anyway. She sends messages to them every so often, too…just to stay in touch. You know?”

I nodded. “Hm.“

What crazy things go on in this world under our noses. I was unaware of any of these events at the time, although it was true that I wasn’t living here just yet. Unable to help myself, I began to wonder how things might have played out if I was around to join the battle with them.

“You wanna go to the Sweet Shoppe?” she asked, unexpectedly.

I looked at her, unaware of the location she was speaking of.

“We used to go there all the time after school. I’ve been wanting to go for a couple weeks, for old time’s sake, but the other girls have been busy…but I’d like to go with you, if that's OK,” Fluttershy said.

I smiled. “Sure.”

She pulled away from her parking spot drove to the next location. It wasn’t long before we were getting out of her car and walking into the little shop on the corner. It was a nice little place that had ice cream, shakes, tea and many other little items to snack on.

The older lady at the counter recognized Fluttershy as soon as she laid eyes on her.

“Oh hi, sweetie! Haven’t seen you here for a while!” she said.

“Hi, Mrs. Cake,” my girlfriend quietly replied. “Yeah, I-I’ve been pretty busy lately.”

“How are things going at the shelter?” the lady asked.

“Pretty good, but I’m off this week,” Fluttershy said, pointing to the band-aid on her head. “I had a little...um, fall while I was hiking in the woods last weekend.”

“Oh dear, I hope you feel better soon! You look great though,” the lady said, glancing at me next.

“Oh,” Fluttershy said, “This is my…um, boyfriend, Golden Arrow.” I gazed at the shy girl, loving the sound of her calling me her boyfriend for the first time.

I smiled and nodded to the lady. “Nice to meet you.”

She smiled back, “Likewise, deary,” she said, turning back to Fluttershy. “Oh dear, he sure is handsome.”

I smirked a bit and rolled my eyes.

“Yes, he sure is,” Fluttershy agreed, giving me a wide smile as her eyes sparkled with delight, ecstatic that she had someone to be with, someone to talk about, to introduce to her acquaintances; finally, someone to call her own.

Her look of pride sent a shot of excitement through my body, almost causing my to knees give out when I saw the level of infatuation she had for me in her eyes.

We ended up ordering two shakes, then sat in a booth together, chatting quietly and contently back and forth while watching the flat screen TV they had mounted on the wall, which was showing 24 hour local news.

After that, we went to the shopping mall and walked around for a bit, looking around at different stores, holding hands as we walked through the crowds of busy shoppers and idle teenagers.

At about 3:30pm we decided to go to Rarity’s boutique to pay her a visit. After driving there, leaving her vehicle in the parking lot behind the building, we headed around to the front entrance.

The place was very fancy looking. The building itself was light blue and had a faux carousel built into the front of it, coloured in a few different shades of purple. When we walked inside, it smelled like perfume, new fabric and materials; the scent almost reminded me of a new car interior, laced with the scent of cleaning solutions.

There was a girl in the showroom, blithely straightening out the display pieces. She had light skin, light blue hair and was wearing a plain looking, off-white dress that had a purple collar with a red ascot tied in the front.

“Hi Coco,” Fluttershy greeted softly, after waiting for the girl to see her first.

Coco’s face lit up when she recognized Rarity’s friend. “Hey, Flutters! How are you?”

“Pretty good,” the shy girl said. “Is Rarity busy?”

“She is, but I think she’ll let you in,” Coco replied, ushering us through a doorway behind the main counter. I followed Fluttershy into a messy room with work counters and cupboards all around, with fabric scraps and rolls of material strewn about; there were sewing machines, scissors, measuring tapes, pin cushions and many other items that a seamstress would put to use lying all over the place.

Rarity was sitting in a swivel chair facing away from us with a garment on her lap. She was hunched over it, looking closely at what she was doing through the red-framed magnifying glasses she was wearing. She seemed to be having difficulty trying to get something on the garment to come together the way she wanted and appeared to be getting frustrated.

Just as we entered the room I could hear the fashionista muttering under her breath. “Oh, get fucked, you piece of shit!” she hissed at the dress, giving it a frustrated shake.

My eyebrows went up as Fluttershy turned back to look at me, biting her lip, trying not to laugh.

“Wow, she does have a vulgar side,” I thought to myself with a smirk.

My girlfriend decided to make ourselves known before Rarity said something else she might not like us to hear. “Um, hi Rarity.”

Rarity jumped and turned to us with her eyebrows raised in surprise. “Oh, uh…darling! How is, uh..how are you?” she awkwardly greeted when she recognized us, realising we had probably heard her foul language.

“I’m good, how are you?” Fluttershy replied, holding in a snicker.

“Oh, quite busy, thank you.” After turning to look at me over her glasses for a second, she cleared her throat and said: “Hello Golds,” with an unsure smile.

“Hi. Nice place,” I said, smiling awkwardly.

“Oh, yes…thank you, darling,” she replied, turning back to her work.

I could tell she unsure of how to act around me after what she learned on the weekend, so I decided to try to get out of there, and leave her to relax. This wasn’t really my kind of place anyway.

“Do you want to stay here for a bit while I go pick some things up?” I asked Fluttershy.

She looked at me for a second, before quickly realising that I really just wanted to give Rarity some space. “Sure,” she said, handing me her car keys.

I took the keys, gave my girlfriend a kiss and turned to leave, saying bye to the girls. Fluttershy said bye in return, along with a cute smile and a wave, while Rarity merely gave me a quick glance.

*****

Now alone with her friend, Rarity resumed her work. Admittedly, she was falling behind schedule this week; a direct result of what had happened during the past weekend. She thought about it a lot, worrying about her best friend, all alone in her house with that mysterious man, who was now watching over her. He'd started out as such a nice, normal and somewhat handsome new friend, but now they'd learned that he was some kind of ancient being, possessing strength and knowledge beyond their comprehension, and the prospect of him being able to wipe any of them out with ease was somewhat frightening, however, he didn't do it. Did this mean he was safe to be around? Could he be trusted? Was he really who he claimed to be? What did he really want with Fluttershy? Rarity had seen the World War II picture that Twilight sent everyone, but her brain was still trying to process it all, leaving her unsure of what to believe, however, seeing me and Fluttershy together there at her shop that day, looking happy and sharing kisses did put her at ease a little.

“So, how’s it going?” Fluttershy asked.

“Good, darling,” Rarity lied. “How are you? How is your head?” Rarity kept her eyes on her work, trying to stay ahead up to the demand placed on her that week.

“Oh, it’s...um, OK,” Fluttershy said. “It only hurts when I touch it, so I just don’t touch it, hehehe!” she joked, trying to lighten the mood in the room to match her own.

Rarity kept her eyes on her work, not really paying attention to her friend.

Fluttershy noticed how busy her friend was, so she started walking around the room, gazing idly at the materials and partially finished works lining the shelves and walls. While doing this, she was thinking of the good times she and I had this week already, bringing her into a dazed light-heartedness as she sauntered around the room.

Rarity had her head down, concentrating on her work, but then she realised she could hear someone humming. She stopped, furrowing her brow as she listened to the soft voice, creating a happy tune as it moved around the room. Rarity finally looked away from her work, slowly turning around to see her best friend practically dancing around the place, humming happily to herself. She looked light as a feather, infinitely content; her skin practically glowing with radiance.

The fashionista had seen this mood plenty of times before with her other friends. Usually, it was after they'd had se-

Rarity gasped suddenly. "Oh my!" she thought, realising that something more must have happened, something that the shy girl must have been keeping from her. "Fluttershy, you didn’t…”

Now, there were two things that Rarity could not resist: gossip and sex talk. Traditionally, she’d rarely had the chance to engage in either one of those things with Fluttershy, and now was her chance to indulge herself in some steamy chit-chat.

“So darling,” she said, trying to sound casual, suddenly very interested in her friend’s demeanor. “How is everything going out there?”

“Hm?” the shy girl asked, turning to face her friend.

“What has been going on out there…at your place? Has Golds been taking good care of you?” she inquired, trying to think of a way to ask the shy girl if she’d done what Rarity was thinking she’d done without embarrassing her.

“Oh, it’s been wonderful!” Fluttershy gushed, lacing her hands together to hold them to her chest. “We went for walks in the woods, we went to that 50’s diner on the highway out past my house, we sat by the fire; and he’s been taking such good care of me, Rarity…he’s so amazing!”

Rarity smiled, then raised one eyebrow. “Anything else happen, dear?”

Fluttershy looked at her, letting her hands fall down in front of her. “W-what do you mean?”

“Like, anything…else?” Rarity asked again, now completely obsessed with what had happened at her friend’s house in the last couple of days. After getting no response from her friend for a few more seconds, Rarity sighed while rolling her eyes. “Oh come now! You’re practically glowing, darling!”

Fluttershy was starting to think that her friend suspected that she’d had sex. She hadn’t really planning on telling her just yet, but she quickly decided she might as well, now that Rarity was obviously suspicious of it. Before saying anything more, the shy girl turned her head, looking at the door that connected the work room to the sales floor.

Rarity got the hint and set the garment on the counter, then took her glasses off and went to close the door. She could see Coco at the counter, turning toward them with a bemused look just as the door closed, shutting her out of the room, leaving the fashionista and the shy girl in complete privacy. Rarity returned to her chair to sit down, using her feet to roll the chair over to her friend. She excitedly grabbed Fluttershy’s hands, saying: “Tell me everything, darling!”

“Well,” Fluttershy started. “Yesterday…we, um…” she stammered, blushing.

Rarity was impatiently tapping her feet at this point, waiting with mad anticipation to hear her friend confirm her suspicions.

Fluttershy chewed her bottom lip nervously, avoiding eye contact with her best friend. “Well, we m-maybe…might have…um, did it.”

That was it. Rarity knew it already, but hearing her shy friend say it made her giddy, and she clasped her hands together as she bounced in the chair. “YES! Oh my goodness, I knew it!” she squealed.

“SHHHHH!” Fluttershy loudly shushed her friend, not wanting anyone else to hear.

“Oh! Sorry darling,” Rarity said, lowering her voice. “Well, how was it? Hopefully better than that fellow you were with right after high school; what was his name?”

Fluttershy lowered her head, unwilling to mention him.

He was a guy from CHS, who was one grade lower than her. She'd dated him for a few months during the first summer after she graduated, and although she didn’t really like him all that much, she was so inept at talking to boys that she decided to settle for him after he'd hit on her numerous times. As it turned out, he wasn’t worth her time. He was interested in her only for her looks; he didn’t care about her animals and he never once visited her at the shelter, where she was still volunteering at the time. Her friends told her to dump him, and rightly so, but she didn’t want to be alone again so she stayed with him, forcing her friends to stand by helplessly and watch as that douchebag used her to bolster his own image, treating her like nothing more than an accessory.

She had sex with him about four or five times, all of which were terrible. There was no passion, and he seemed like he was there just to get off, not caring about how she felt, or if she was enjoying it. The only time the sex was even remotely good was the couple of times that she was on top, but even that was short lived since she made him fill his condom up in less than a minute both times. She had regretted giving him her virginity ever since, feeling like she was never going to have the love that she wanted, knowing full well that it was her own shy personality and fear of what others thought of her that kept her from it. Her awareness of the situation made her depressed and even more drawn in, creating a vicious cycle of loneliness and self deprecation.

The only things that made her happy was her animals and her friends, which was one of the reasons that she bought her little house out in the woods; to be closer to nature.

The first time she had ever been even somewhat glad that she wasn’t a virgin was just yesterday, when she went into her room and she showed her new boyfriend what she was capable of. The practice she had gotten from her first times all those years ago, however little, was enough to give her the skills to achieve the mind-blowing ride that she did.

“Oh, who are we kidding?” Rarity answered her own question. “It clearly must have been better than him! That wouldn’t take much at all,” she laughed, while Fluttershy looked at her.

Rarity gasped. “Oh wait, did you…have one?”

“One what?” the shy girl asked.

“You know…the big ‘O’,” Rarity hinted, perking her eyebrows as she waited for an answer.

“Oh…um, yeah,” Fluttershy answered, blushing like a tomato. “Probably like…I don't know, fifteen times?”

Rarity threw her head back in laugher. “Oh my goodness darling, you’re too funny!”

“W-why is that funny?” Fluttershy asked, confused.

“Well darling, sometimes it hard to tell when it just feels good and when you’re having one for real; surely you didn’t actually have fifteen! That’s crazy!” Rarity laughed, waving a dismissive, limp-wristed hand at her friend.

This comment irked Fluttershy. She loved Rarity. She was her very best friend, but sometimes she had an arrogant edge to her, which Fluttershy could usually deal with, but not this time.

This time was different. Fluttershy knew what an orgasm felt like. She’d had them by herself many times, and although they weren’t as good as the ones she had yesterday, she knew they were the same thing.

Rarity would do this sometimes; treat Fluttershy like a child when talking about subjects such as this, and other times like a child in general. The night she met Golden Arrow, when she came out to the dining area and saw him sitting at her table, she didn’t expect him to be there and she wasn’t ready for it. Shocked, she scurried back to her room to take a minute to prepare herself, but then Rarity came in and shoved her back out before she was ready, then eventually scolded her like a little kid for almost getting her hair in the soup. Fluttershy was embarrassed about it for most of the night.

Rarity also acted like she was the be-all-and-end-all on the topic of sex, and while it was true that she had lost her virginity second out of the seven friends, she wasn’t quite the sex guru that she thought she was. She would tell her sex stories to Fluttershy during senior year and in the years since high school, acting like they were the best stories ever, even though Fluttershy thought they were usually pretty mundane.

Not possible to have fifteen orgams? Fluttershy begged to differ.

“It’s not…um, crazy,” Fluttershy muttered.

“Oh darling, even if you only had one, it’s still a vast improvement over that other loser,” Rarity said, adjusting her hair, which had gone slightly askew during her stressful work day.

Fluttershy was at her limit. Her friend was starting to get on her nerves. “I’m not some kind of sex lightweight,” she thought to herself. “I’ll prove it to her!”

Suddenly, something snapped inside Flutterhsy’s brain, and the frustration left her mind. Something about yesterday had changed her, and had given her a new level of confidence, as well as a fresh resolve. She wasn’t going to let her friend dismiss one of the best experiences of her life as: ‘her simply not knowing what a god-damn orgasm is!’ The shy girl knew what she experienced. It was amazing, and she was partially responsible for making it happen. The passion was there, she was turned on, almost animalistic; none of her friends would have believed how she handled herself, even if they had witnessed it for themselves.

Fluttershy’s eyebrows lowered as a sly grin crept across her face. “I bet he would rock your world, Rarity,” she said with a soft, yet sly tone.

Rarity was still giggling from before, so it took her a second to comprehend what her shy friend just said. “Hehe, oh, I…WHAT?” she shouted, taken aback by the statement.

“He would have blown your mind too,” Fluttershy continued, tauntingly. “Fifteen is nothing.”

“Fluttershy! I beg our pardon?” Rarity said with a slight blush, her pupils shrinking to pin points.

“What?” Fluttershy asked, “You think I don't know what I'm talking about? I’m the one who fucked him.”

Rarity gasped at her friend’s vulgarity, unsure if she’d ever heard Fluttershy use that word before. “Fluttershy, I didn’t mean…I wasn’t saying it wasn’t as good as you said, I just-”

“You what?” the shy girl cut in. “You think you’ve had better? Why don’t you try him out and see for yourself?”

“FLUTTERSHY!!!” Rarity shouted, a dark blush washing over her porcelain face.

“Come on, Rarity. I’ve seen you looking at Goldie. I know you think he’s cute,” Fluttershy continued, bending down to lean on the arms of Rarity’s chair with her hands. Her face was only a few inches from Rarity’s beautiful, snow-coloured visage, causing the fashionista’s heart rate to increase. “And what was that crack about the ‘dashing five o’clock shadow’ the other night, huh Rarity?”

“I…I was just asking,” Rarity defended, pausing to giver her head a shake. “Wh-what’s gotten into you, darling?”

“Goldie did,” Fluttershy answered, without skipping a beat. "He was so deep inside me, I thought I was gonna choke on it." She then winked, followed by a little smile before standing up, putting some space between her face and Rarity’s.

Flabbergasted, Rarity gasped at her friend. She had never seen Fluttershy like this before.

The shy girl resumed slowly sauntering around the room, looking once again at the different fabrics laying on the shelves, allowing Rarity a moment to process what was said.

Fluttershy was becoming aroused. She could feel the heat build up under her innocent, green skirt as she thought about her best friend having her little white body ravaged by her new boyfriend. Closing her eyes to picture it, she smiled, then sighed softly at the image of the fashionista's naked body bent over the table, being taken from behind; her cries of ecstasy almost shattering the windows out as she climaxed on the hard intruder within her. Eventually, she would end up moaning like a whore, receiving the thick, white reward she would have earned after enduring such a barrage of deep, powerful thrusts.

Fluttershy always thought Rarity was so beautiful; so elegant and poised, yet undeniably sexy. Numerous times during their friendship, Fluttershy had found herself yearning to kiss that tender white neck, hidden under those silky, indigo locks as she ran her hands up under that blouse and under that purple skirt. Her scent was captivating, many a time sending Fluttershy into a flurry of lust and confusion during the countless times they had spent together, having sleepovers as teenagers. Fluttershy imagined Golden Arrow taking her best friend’s body, making it quiver and drip with sweat -- among other things -- hearing her howl with delight...

"I wonder if his cum would show up on her skin, or would I have to find it with my tongue?" Fluttershy wondered, clearing her throat to speak again. “I’ll be there too,” she said, prompting Rarity look up from her dazed stare at the floor, where she had been trying to comprehend the exchange they were having.

“Huh?” Rarity said numbly.

“I’ll be there too,” the shy girl repeated, a smirk appearing on her face. “We could take turns.”

Rarity’s eyes got wide when she realised what her friend was proposing, and she struggled to put a sentence together in response. “Fluttershy! I-I’ve always known that you’ve had a bit of a…a deviant side, but this…this is too much!” She steadied herself, trying to take control of the situation again. “No, Fluttershy! We simply cannot have a ménage à trois with Golds. It is not right, it is beneath us, and it is not going to happen, so you need to put it out of your mind this instant!”

Rarity saw Fluttershy stop to look at her, then slowly revert back to her usual stance; with her knees together and her shoulders drawn in. It was a relief in a way, but it also made Rarity feel somewhat remorseful to cause her friend to return to this perpetual state of shyness after finally showing that she had some power in her. What she had proposed, however, made Rarity uncomfortable, and the shy girl's sudden dark personality frightened her.

Little did Rarity know, the regression back to shyness was just an act. Fluttershy was standing like her old self again, but her mind was still on fire with arousal.

“Fuck that noise, Rarity. Just you wait, this is fucking happening.”