Chapter 26

My truck rattled noisily down the road, its engine echoing noisily off the trees as I drove home through the woods. Normally, this was like music to my ears, but instead, my thoughts lingered on Rarity’s boutique and what had just happened there.

She had gone to the staff washroom to clean herself up while I gathered my stuff and got ready to head back to Fluttershy’s. She needed to get back to her work, especially after losing about an hour with me there, fixing her light and giving her some pleasure on the counter. I was standing in the showroom in the dark, waiting for her to return from the restroom.

Finally, she emerged from the back room and sauntered over to me, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. “Thank you so much for tonight, Darling. I haven’t the slightest idea what I would have done without you,” she said, giving me a tight hug, resting her head on my shoulder.

“Anytime,” I said, catching another whiff of her sweet scent.

She went up on her tip toes to give me a small kiss on the cheek, followed by a smile. “As much as I would love to go another round with you, darling, I simply cannot spare the time.” She released me abruptly, then turned to head back to her work room. “So sorry to rush away, but I still have so much work to do, and I must return to my duties. Have a good night, darling; be sure to pass my gratitude onto Fluttershy,” she giggled, looking back once more to give me a wink. “Be a dear, and make sure you give her a long, hard ‘thank you’ from me. And do make sure you tell her that sunrise thing, hm?”

“OK, I will. Bye, Rare. Good luck,” I said as she disappeared into the bright room to return to work.

I pulled into Fluttershy’s driveway, replaying the sound of Rarity’s moans in my head, unable to stop them until I saw the front door of my girlfriend’s house, the sight of which snapped me back to reality, causing my mind to screech to a halt. “What if Flutters is pissed that I went through with it?” I wondered, my chest tightening as I began to worry a little bit.

I got out of my truck and closed the door, and then slowly made my way to the house, where I opened the front door and stepped inside. The light over the table was dimmed, making it difficult to see around the room. The only other source of brightness was the TV.

After letting my eyes adjust, I spotted the top of my girlfriend’s pink head, peeking over the back of the couch where the chaise lounge was.

“Hey Flutters,” I greeted, unsure of what else to say, or what to expect. She hadn’t sent any more texts since before Rarity and I got into each other, making it difficult to tell if her mood had changed during the two hours since our last contact.

“Hi Goldie,” she replied in a soft, sweet tone. “How did it go?”

“Her lights are all fixed up and she’s working away as we speak,” I answered.

I was still standing by the door, admittedly feeling a bit guilty about what I had done with Rarity now that I was in the same room with my girlfriend again.

After a minute, her pink head rotated around to face me, showing only her eyes above the back of the couch. “Why are you still over there, silly? Come sit with me,” she said. I was relieved to hear her voice sounding cheery, and I could tell by her eyes that she was smiling, even though I couldn’t see the rest of her face.

I took my boots off and walked around to sit in the middle of the couch, wondering if she had been thinking about me having sex with her best friend. I was still a bit nervous, and was reluctant to sit right next to her just yet.

She looked over at me, puzzled, most likely wondering why I sat so far away. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly.

Biting my lip, I decided to just get it out in the open. “Uh…Rarity and I…”

“Yeah…?” Fluttershy replied.

“We, uh…we banged,” I confessed.

“Um, yeah…I told you to, didn’t I?” she said, cocking an eyebrow. “So how was it?”

I was surprised by her reaction, and it suddenly dawned on me at that moment that she was actually being genuine in her texts. What had been worrying me in particular was that she might have been the type who says one thing, but means another, then gets upset about it. Add to that the fact that Fluttershy was quite sensitive, making this whole affair with Rarity a fairly risky venture.

“Uh…it was…nice,” I replied, relieved by her light-hearted demeanor.

She smiled. “I’m glad; Rarity needed you. I could see it in her eyes the last few times we were with her.”

I nodded in agreement. I knew exactly what she meant, but I was surprised to hear her actually say it.

“So did you make sure she had fun?” she asked, brushing her hair away from her eyes with her fingertips.

I nodded again. “Yeah, but holy shit, she talks a lot,” I said.

“Oh, I know,” Fluttershy replied, shaking her head. “She’s always been like that. She used to get in trouble during class all the time in high school.”

“What? No, I mean, like…when she’s gettin it on,” I explained.

Fluttershy giggled. “Oh! Really? Well, I guess that’s not surprising, although she was pretty quiet in the…um, hot tub.”

“Well, I think she was kind of…in shock in the hot tub; you know…because of you,” I said.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” my girlfriend replied, turning to me as she curled her legs up under herself. She was wearing her usual white tank top and green skirt again tonight. “So…you guys went all the way?”

I nodded.

She smiled. “Where did you…um, finish?” she asked.

“Uh…inside,” I answered meekly, unable to look at her.

“Mmm, good boy,” she said with a smile, running her fingers through her hair again.

Her reaction comforted me, and after gaining a little courage, I decided to reveal a few more details to her. “She offered to let me shoot it anywhere I wanted.”

Fluttershy turned to me, eyes wide with surprise. “Really?” she asked, her interested piqued.

I nodded. “Yeah, she said I could go in her mouth...uh...and she even offered to let me do it in her, um…” -- I cleared my throat nervously -- “in her caboose.”

The shy girl’s mouth dropped open. “Oh boy, she must have really been into it!”

I let my head rest on the back of the couch, smiling at my girlfriend’s reaction. “She was on fire.”

“Hm,” she said, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “I figured she would be.”

I looked at her again, watching her playing sweetly with her full, pink locks. “With you not there, I felt kind of weird at first, like I was cheating,” I confessed.

She shook her head. “Not if I told you to do it, silly,” she said with a giggle.

I let my head tilt to the side, looking at the TV. “Yeah, I guess.” Then I looked back at her. “You know I love you, right?”

“Of course,” she smiled, her eyes shimmering. “And I love you too, Goldie. And I told you that Rarity is one of us now, so we have to love her just the same.” She leaned forward next, getting onto her hands and knees. My eyes were immediately drawn to her cleavage, which was barely visible in the dark. “I only have one question…” she said, seductively.

“What’s that?” I asked as I looked at her, wondering what was on her mind.

“Did you save some for me?” she asked as she started to crawl slowly towards me like a cat, ready to pounce.

I looked at her for a few more seconds and then shook my head, chuckling. “You guys are lucky I don’t get tired.”

She giggled as she crawled over to me, placing her hand on my leg as she softly kissed my cheek. After a short pause, she dipped her head down to put her face against my chest and drew in a deep breath through her nose, then she ran her face up my chest to my neck, sniffing for evidence before she began to kiss my ear with her moist lips.

Fluttershy paused, then exhaled a hot breath onto my skin, shuddering against me with a soft moan emanating from her throat. “Oh goodness, I can smell her on you…doesn’t that vanilla stuff she wears just drive you crazy?”

I nodded, watching silently as my girlfriend practically became an animal right before my eyes, looking like she was sniffing out some prey for her next meal.

She suddenly grabbed my shoulders and jumped into my lap, straddling me with her long, graceful legs. “How did you guys start?” she asked, grinding her hips against me a couple of times. My manhood responded immediately, rising up inside my pants to poke her warm crotch.

I gently gripped her thighs, caressing her smooth skin as I ran my hands upward, venturing under her skirt until I found her hips. “Uh,” I began, clearing my throat as I massaged her curves, taking in the feel of her pelvis under her skin. “I was actually about to leave and I went to get my phone, which was on the bench right next to her, and she didn’t know I was right behind her...”

“Mm-hm,” she listened, pursing her lips as she slowly thrust her hips forward, pressing her mound against me.

“Uh, so she turned around and bumped into me,“ I continued, “We were really close…aaaaand she started kissing me…”

“Ooh, that’s so sweet,” she whispered, desperate to hear more.

“That was about when you texted me again,” I explained. “We had a little chat about everything, and I kind of thought that was gonna be it, but then, out-of-nowhere, she was like: ‘fuck it, let’s do it!’ and she locked us in the room with one of those diamond things, and it kind of got crazy from there.”

The shy girl let her head tip back, closing her eyes. “Mmm, she imprisoned you? Oh my goodness, that’s hot!” she gasped, licking her lips. “So you did it right there in her work room?”

“Uh yeah. That’s where it all went down,” -- I cleared my throat -- “I sat her on the counter and, uh…you know, took her underwear off…”

“Yeah…and?”

“I uh…” I paused, drumming my fingertips on her hips. I knew she wanted me to continue, but I found it a bit difficult telling my girlfriend the things I’d just done to her best friend. “I...I ate her out a little.”

Fluttershy’s eyes snapped open suddenly, and she glared at me for half a second before grabbing my face and smashing her lips against mine. Her tongue immediately swept in, twirling around mine as I tasted the intense sweetness in her saliva; she must have been drinking cola or some other sweet beverage just before I got home.

Her relaxing scent sedated me, and I let my eyes drift shut as I enjoyed her aggressive advances, which eventually turned from kissing to licking my lips, then my cheeks, chin and throat, leaving my skin soaked in her saliva.

Finally, she backed off, licking her lips with a slightly disappointed look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I can’t really taste it,” she replied.

I raised an eyebrow, realising what the shy girl was after. “You mean, like…Rare’s juice?”

She nodded.

“Oh, well we kissed a lot after that, so I think she ended up getting most of it back,” I explained.

“Hm.” She slouched her shoulders for a moment, but then perked up again. “Did you touch her at all?” she asked, grabbing my arms to pull them out of her skirt, bringing my left hand to her nose for a sniff.

It wasn’t long before I remembered using that thumb to caress Rarity’s clit, and sure enough, Fluttershy found it almost immediately. Her eyes lit up with excitement when she smelled the unmistakable scent of female arousal on my thumb, and she hungrily plunged her mouth onto it, sucking up all the flavour she could find.

”Holy shit,” I thought, my eyelids fluttering as I savoured the feel of her hot mouth on my thumb.

Once satisfied that there was none left, she dropped the clean hand and brought my right arm up next, searching for more remnants of her friend’s alluring nectar. She didn’t find any, but instead noticed a much stronger scent: vanilla.

She locked her eyes onto mine, looking puzzled. “Did…did Rarity let you touch her hair?”

I nodded.

“Oh my,” she said, sniffing the sweet scent again. “She won’t let anyone touch her hair; she hates getting it messy.”

“Nah, it was already messy,” I replied. “By the end of it all, she looked like she’d been hit by a train.”

“Oh dear!” Fluttershy covered her mouth with her fingertips and began to giggle uncontrollably.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“It’s just…” she paused, trying to hold back her snickering, “You made me picture that clip of the train going into the tunnel; you know, the one they always show on TV to symbolize, um…sex.”

I let out a chuckle. “Yeah, there was plenty of that going on for sure.”

“Yeah, I-“ she stopped giggling suddenly and looked down at my pants, realising that if leftover juices from Rarity was what she was after, then there must have been a veritable gold mine of it still left on my manhood.

A shaky exhale burst from her mouth suddenly, and her fingers began to scramble at my belt buckle, followed by my button and zipper. Within seconds, she had my sex-covered erection out; gripping it with her fingertips as she slid off my lap and kneeled on the floor so she could take in a deep whiff. “Oh goodness,” she whispered, her body shivering with arousal. “She’s still on you; you’re completely soaked in her!” A sharp breath hissed inward through her teeth, as she stood and reached under her dress to drop her plain, white panties to the floor. “Oohh that’s so fucking hot,” she whispered as she slinked over me, straddling my lap again.

Fluttershy squeezed my shoulders, biting her lip as she thrust her hips forward, pressing against my length with her wet crease under the green skirt, shuddering violently as she wrapped her arms around my head and squeezed my face into her cleavage. She brought her lips down to my ear, wafting a hot breath against me, followed by a gentle nibble on my earlobe before whispering softly. “I want you right now; you’re covered in her, and it drives me completely crazy! I want her inside me…I wanna mix up a hot cocktail of all three of us in there!”

“Whoa…” I thought, feeling a shot of excitement ring through me. “You scare the shit out of me sometimes, Flutters,” I said with a smirk.

She backed up and looked at me with seductive, teal eyes. “Good,” she said softly. “That means I’m doing my job.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What job?”

“Keeping the spark alive between us,”

I chuckled. “I really don’t think we need to worry about losing the spark.”

The shy girl reached past my shoulders, gripping the backrest of the couch as her body rose up, shoving her bust in my face while positioning her hips over me. I could feel her tender, wet flesh under her skirt, pressing on my length as she lowered herself down, wriggling her hips around until she found the sweet spot, and then quickly slipped me into her. Sliding herself down, Fluttershy let out a soft moan as she engulfed me with the wet, fiery heat inside her body.

Gasping, she brought her lips down and kissed me deeply before leaning back, grabbing the bottom of her tank top to peel it over her head, throwing it onto the couch beside us. Her plain, white bra held her beautiful breasts in place perfectly, creating superb, full cleavage right in front of my face.

I reached up and squeezed them together, accentuating the crease even more.

She giggled. “You like my boobies?” she asked.

I groaned in response, my mind swimming as intense pleasure washed over me, her tight flesh lovingly hugging my hard length. “Oh…they are just…the best,” I said, shaking my head in awe.

She wasted no time in moving things along. Her hips slowly began to rock, sliding me in and out of her wetness, wiping away what remained of Rarity’s moisture, harvesting it for herself as she soaked my shaft with her own slick fluids. She accelerated her thrusts as I let my hands rest on her thighs, watching her breasts bounce in front of me under the restraint of her bra.

She continued to escalate, her breaths becoming more rapid as she inched closer to her peak. I could feel her movements beginning to transition into the shorter, more disorganised thrusts that she would do when she was about to climax; just before she would seize up and explode on me.

This time, however, to my surprise, when the orgasm hit her, she forced herself to continue thrusting; causing her body to quiver uncontrollably as she mercilessly tortured herself into a breathless fit of ecstasy. Her eyes slammed shut and her brow furrowed as she moaned loudly, followed by an explosion of clear, warm fluid that gushed from between us.

Fluttershy finally stopped riding for a second to catch herself. She laughed softly, out of breath as she gazed at me, placing her hands on my shoulders again. “I…I squirted! Did you feel it?” she panted.

“Yeah, I felt it, Miss Fluttershy.”

Her breathing suddenly stopped, prompting me to look up at her slowly. “Oh crap,” I thought, realising what I’d just said.

She stared at me with a blank look on her face. “W-what did you call me?”

I cleared my throat. “Um…sorry. A little force of habit…that I picked up earlier tonight.”

Fluttershy cocked her eyebrow. “What habit?”

“Well,” I explained, feeling nervous that my girlfriend might finally have found something that made her jealous. “Uh, Rarity and I were playing a little game, where she was pretending I was the repair man -- you know, because of the light -- and she was the shop keeper, or whatever. So I had to call her Miss Rarity, because of, um…formalities, I guess.”

After finishing my explanation, I drew in a breath and held it, biting my lip.

“Really?” Fluttershy asked, after staring vacantly for a moment. Then, she snorted suddenly and began to laugh, holding her hand in front of her mouth. “Oh my goodness! That’s so cute,” she giggled, much to my relief, “and you actually played along?”

I shrugged. “She made a sad face.”

Fluttershy laughed harder, her body squeezing my length sharply. “Hahaha! She’s so adorable! I told you you’d have fun. People who, um…don’t know Rarity that well have no idea what a cutie she can be.”

“Yeah well, it was kind of an ongoing thing,” I explained. “She talks a lot, you know.”

“Yeah, you said that.” Fluttershy leaned forward, letting her forehead rest against mine, smiling contently as she thought about her best friend. “What did you guys talk about?”

“I don’t know…stuff,” I said. Then I remembered a promise I had made to Rarity. “Oh! I’m supposed to tell you something.”

“Oh? What?” she asked.

I cleared my throat, hoping I could remember exactly how I’d said it at the boutique, so I could repeat it back to her here. “Flutters: your soft, pink hair and beautiful, yellow skin is like the sunrise; and when I’m with you, I get to bask in the warm glow you cast over me, reminding me that even when the world feels dark and shitty, having you at my side will always brighten my day and make me feel like living again.” I knew it wasn’t exactly how I'd said it before, but it was close enough.

The smile suddenly disappeared from her face and she stared at me, completely expressionless.

I held my breath.

You’d never guess this about Fluttershy, but she could be quite frightening at times like this, when you couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

Finally, her fingertips gently came to rest on my cheeks, her eyes moistening as she kept her gaze locked onto me. “Do you really mean that?” she whispered.

“Of course I do,” I replied quietly.

“Oohhh my, that was so…so sweet!” She smiled warmly, her bottom lip trembling a bit. ”I should say thank you, um…to tell you how much that means to me, but I’m not going to,” she said, sitting up and gripping my shoulders tightly. “I’m going to show you.”

And with that, she began to ride me. Hard. Really hard. And fast. She could be a vigorous lover at times, but this…this was the most aggressively violent thrusting I had ever seen from her. She had an orgasm somewhere in the middle of it; I could feel her get tighter as she slid up and down my length for about half a minute while she was peaking, but even that did not stop her from keeping pace.

Fluttershy brought me to my finish faster than she ever had before; so fast, in fact, I barely had time to prepare for it, or even feel it approaching. Before I knew it, I was erupting like a volcano inside her, filling her up as she continued to fuck swiftly, eventually forcing me to grab her hips and hold her down to get her to stop.

“Whoa…OK…that’s good…settle down,” I panted, unable to withstand the post-orgasmic assault any longer.

Once she stopped, I wrapped my arms around the shy girl and pulled her close as she kissed me feverishly, stopping occasionally to catch her breath.

“I love you so much,” she panted.

“I love you too,” I replied, savouring the passionate moment that I just shared with this deceptively sweet girl. “That’s gotta be a new record,” I said, snickering into her ear as she giggled with pride of her performance. We then sat for a few minutes, listening to each other’s breathing.

After a moment of peaceful silence, something else entered my mind; something she’d said earlier, and on many other occasions during the previous weeks, and it forced me to raise the inevitable question that I felt needed to be asked. It was something that she mentioned a lot, and obviously thought about a lot.

“Why don’t you tell her?”

She looked up at me, confused. “Tell who what?”

“Rarity,” I replied. “Why don’t you tell her that you like her?”

She shook her head. “She knows I love her.”

“No,” I said. “I don’t mean as a friend.”

Fluttershy sat up straight and stared silently, her pink hair hanging in front of her face, rhythmically blowing outwards every time she exhaled through her nose. “W-what do you mean?” she finally asked.

I gave her a stern look. “Come on,” I said. “I’ve seen how you look at her, and I’ve heard the things you’ve said; I can tell you’re attracted to her. It was so obvious I actually thought you wanted me to know, and that that was your way of telling me.”

She looked at me for another minute before shaking her head. “But…Rare’s my best friend. If she didn’t feel the same, it might mess things up,” she said.

"It's OK." I reached up and put my hands on her shoulders. “Trust me; you have lots of time to figure it out. I’m not saying you have to do anything about it right now, I just wanted to bring it up because you obviously think about her a lot.”

“Um, f-for a long time, I…” she trailed off, then looked into my eyes again with a look of unsureness on her face. “But…what about you? I love you.”

I shrugged. “I don’t plan on going anywhere. You said it yourself, we’re three of a kind, right?”

She slowly put her fingertips to her mouth, tapping her lips gently. “I don’t know…”

I rubbed her arms gently, soothing her. “It’s OK. There’s no need to rush into anything. We have plenty to worry about right now, anyway.”

She nodded, and then brushed her hair from in front of her eye. “You mean, like our training?”

“Yeah, exactly,” I said, bringing her against me for a hug. “Don’t worry about it right now. Let’s just relax for the rest of tonight. I know I’ve had quite a night already.”

She giggled softly. “OK.”

We stayed on the couch, snuggling together for the rest of the night. When the sun started to come up, we got up and went about our days like normal people. We cleaned ourselves up, dressed, had breakfast and left for work, finishing out our week.

That night, we just relaxed. The weather channel was calling for a chance of rain so we decided not to make the long walk out to the Riverfield, even though I kind of wanted to see Rarity again, just to see how she was going to act around us.

Instead, Fluttershy and I went to bed and cuddled together, talking until about 3 am, then we got up to watch TV until the sun came up.

Fluttershy had been texting briefly with Rarity, asking if she got all of her work done, which she did, in fact; just in the nick of time. Nothing was mentioned about the sex, or anything romantic between the two of them. They did, however, agree on a time to go to the Riverfield to have another training session, which was going to be after the Saturday dinner with the others, the location of which had yet to be decided.

On Saturday morning, I left to go to work for my half day. Fluttershy was standing by the door with me as I put my boots on, and as always, we shared a kiss before I turned to go outside.

She stood there, arms folded, listening to the sound of my truck starting up, and then fading away into the distance.

Fluttershy decided to make herself a nice breakfast. The habit of eating hadn’t left her at all yet; even though she knew in her mind that she didn’t need to eat, it was still comforting to do it.

She finished eating and cleaned up the mess afterwards, then decided to settle down on the chaise lounge with Angel Bunny to watch TV. She had already fed the animals early on that morning, and there wasn’t much else to do until it was time for the dinner.

She thought about Rarity.

What would the fashionista say if Fluttershy told her she that she’d had crush her all these years? What would happen then? How would her relationship with me be affected? Is it possible to have a three-person relationship? After all, we were the only three of our kind on the entire planet…

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

“EEP!” Fluttershy jumped, yelping softly when she heard a knock at her door. “Who could that be?” she wondered. She got up from the couch and paused, naturally. After all, she was far too shy to simply shout ‘Who is it?’

Slowly, she tip-toed to the door, pausing for a moment as she stared nervously at the doorknob.

What if it was someone she didn’t know, like a salesman? She hated dealing with salesmen. She didn’t have the heart to say ‘no’ to them, and usually ended up buying something she didn’t need just to get rid of them. She had hoped that moving way out here into the woods would have solved that problem.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. ”Come on, Fluttershy! What are you scared of? You’re indestructible!”

Obviously, she didn’t need to be afraid of someone trying to hurt her, but as it turns out, being invincible hadn’t done anything to cure her social anxiety.

She balled her fists tightly to build some courage, then, clenching her jaw, quickly reached for the door to pull it open.

She was immediately relieved to see a familiar, yet unexpected face.

“Sunset?” Fluttershy said, surprised to see the red-head at her front door on a Saturday morning.

“Hey, Flutters. Can I come in?”

“Of course,” Fluttershy replied, standing aside to let her friend in the house, noticing the motorcycle in the driveway. “I didn’t even hear you come in!”

“Really?” Sunset asked, taking off her boots and leather jacket, under which she was wearing a light aqua-coloured shirt and a pair of black tights.

“I guess I must have been daydreaming a little too much,” Fluttershy said, unsure of how else to explain it.

“Yeah, it happens.” Sunset said, sighing. “Where’s Golds?”

“Oh, he’s at work ‘til noon,” the shy girl answered.

“Oh yeah, I forgot he works Saturdays,” Sunset replied, lacing her fingers together in front of her. She seemed fidgety.

“How’s your arm?” Fluttershy asked, noticing the tensor bandage was gone.

“Oh,” Sunset said, looking down at her wrist, rotating her fist around in a circle. “It’s OK; a lot better than last weekend.”

“That’s good,” Fluttershy replied. “Would you like something to drink or…anything?”

Sunset waved her off, shaking her head. “No thanks, Flutters. I’m good. Do you mind if we sit?”

“Sure,” Fluttershy replied, gesturing to the couch. “Why is she here?” the pink-haired girl wondered as they made their way to their seats.

After sitting on the couch, they spent a minute staring somewhat awkwardly at the TV together. Sunset was clearly uninterested in what was on; instead, she was chewing on her bottom lip, looking like she was thinking about something, holding her injured wrist with her other hand in her lap.

Fluttershy’s curiosity finally got the better of her and she broke the silence. “S-so, what brings you out here today?”

Sunset turned anxiously to her friend, like she had something on her chest that she wanted to get off, but was unsure of how to do it.

Finally, the red-head sighed. “Um, I’ve been thinking a lot this week.”

“About what?” Fluttershy asked in her soft voice, wondering what was going on in the red-head’s mind.

Sunset sat back on the couch, looking down at her hands. “Well, last week at the bar…I got hurt.”

“Uh-huh,” the shy girl replied.

Sunset turned to look at Fluttershy. “I’ve been thinking about my magic. I love it; I mean, it’s such a great gift…usually,” Sunset explained. She then shook her head, and continued to speak. ”But it’s not much use to me in a dangerous situation.”

Fluttersy nodded. “I know how you feel. Well, I knew, anyway.”

“Yeah. I figured you would understand, Flutters,” the red-head said, scratching her cheek with her index fingernail. “I’ve been thinking a lot about you and Rarity this week.”

Fluttershy was about to nod again, but stopped suddenly when she realised what Sunset was getting at. With a gasp, she covered her mouth with her slender, yellow fingers. “Sunset, are you saying you want to be like…us?”

Sunset nodded, folding her arms across her chest while looking at her friend. “I want in.”