Chapter 46

Sunset and I went back upstairs to her apartment where everyone else was waiting for us, finishing up the supper preparation and setting it all up in the kitchen and on her table so everyone could go around and serve themselves. We used paper plates and plastic silverware, sitting on the couch or anywhere else we wanted as we ate.

It was fairly quiet with Pinkie Pie not there. Sunset was a bit quiet too, as was I, after hearing the news of her condition downstairs in the parking lot. AJ and Dash carried most of the conversations, and Fluttershy and Rarity seemed to be in their own little world.

As I watched my two lovers talk to each other, both of them would glance at me at different times, giving me a little smirk or even a wink, which normally I would enjoy and I would feel the need to sneak off with one or both of them for a little secret action…but that day I wasn’t really paying the same attention to them that I should have been.

My mind was stuck on Sunset’s issue. I felt responsible for sending her up shit-creek without a paddle…I couldn’t help but see it in her face now as she sat there, trying to eat and pay attention to the other girls’ conversations while she sat on the floor by the couch, squirming restlessly, trying not to drop the food off her plate as she tried to inconspicuously rub herself against the carpet out of desperation. I couldn’t believe no one else noticed it…now that I knew what was going on with her, it was hard to miss.

I knew I was going to have to tell Rarity and Fluttershy about it. I really wasn’t sure what to do about Sunset, maybe they would have some ideas?

At the end of the night, after saying our goodbyes, Fluttershy, Rarity and I left Sunset’s apartment to head home. I didn’t know what their plans were, but I knew I needed to make some time to talk to them about the red-head.

The girls were walking hand-in-hand down the hall from Sunset’s door. I came up behind them, putting my face between their heads and resting my forearms on their shoulders. “So what’s the plan for tonight? Is it OK if we go to your place?” I asked Rarity.

“Why, darling? Did you not get enough this morning?” Rarity giggled.

“Actually, we need to talk about this morning…” I said.

“What about it?” Futtershy asked, reaching up to hold my hand above her shoulder.

“About Sunset…” I replied.

They got quiet for a few steps before they both looked at me.

I took a deep breath. “She told me something this afternoon.” I continued. “It seems there’s a slight error with her immortality…”

*****

At Rarity’s place, I sat them down in the front room to explain everything. They were surprised at first, but it settled with them fairly quickly. Evidently, they had gotten used to hearing strange things like this…well, maybe not quite like this.

“Poor Sunset…” Fluttershy said softly. “What can we do for her?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know if there’s a way to fix it…unless I stay away from her from now on.”

Rarity quickly shook her head. “That is absolutely out of the question.” she said adamantly. “We will not be excluding anyone from the group over something like this. And how is she supposed to continue her training if she cannot be around you?”

I paced around the floor in front of them, trying to think of a way to help our friend.

Fluttershy took a deep breath. “Maybe…we could arrange something for her?” she said, looking at me. “With you?”

I stopped to look at her. I noticed Rarity glaring at her as well, not looking very receptive to that idea.

“I don’t know if that will help…” I said. “If I have sex with her again…who’s to say it won’t just come back next time I’m near her? Or make it worse?”

Fluttershy gave a sigh of defeat.

Rarity spoke up. “I’m not sure I like the idea of you running around with her…”

Fluttershy looked at Rarity with surprise. “Rare…does that make you jealous?”

We both looked at the fashionista, waiting for her response.

She took a deep breath. “I’ve become…quite fond of you two…”

“But Rarity…” Fluttershy started. “We brought Sunset into this…it’s not fair to ignore the problem she’s having because of it.”

“I didn’t bring her into this.” Rarity quickly replied.

“Guys…” I tried to interject.

“But what about the first time? And what about Twilight? Why were you OK with that?” Fluttershy asked her girlfriend.

“That was different.” Rarity folded her arms and stuck her nose up.

Fluttershy scowled and shook her head. “How?”

“Because…” Rarity replied. “They were just doing it to become one of us. I could set my feelings aside to allow them the chance at eternal life…but now they have it, and there’s no reason to come back for more.”

Fluttershy looked at the floor for a moment. “Oh Rare…I understand how you feel, but Sunset needs our help.”

“Guys…” I said again.

“It just how I feel, Fluttershy. I’ve grown protective of you two lately.” Rarity said, before pointing at me. “He is ours…just like we are his…and I am yours…”

“Oh, but Rare…“ Fluttershy started. “Sunset’s our friend-”

“I’m sorry Fluttershy, but I’m not the sexual deviant that you are…” Rarity cut in. “I can’t sit idly by and watch one of you be with another just for fun…”

“It’s not for fun, Rare…Sunset can’t help it.” Fluttershy replied, starting to sound upset. “And do you really think I enjoyed sharing him with Sunset? Why do you think I wanted to be there??”

“Didn’t you?” Rarity returned, with a stern look on her face. “It sounded to me like you guys had fun…”

“Guys…”

“I was just making the best of it…” Fluttershy said. “But Rare…when we did it with you…in the hot tub…it was because I wanted to.”

Rarity’s expression softened when she heard those words.

“I’ve always loved you Rare…” the pink-haired girl confessed. “And when Goldie came along, I fell head over heels for him too, but I still loved you…” She reached out to grasp the fashionista’s hand. “And I wanted to share him with you.”

Rarity put her fingertips over her mouth. “Oh Fluttershy…I love you too…”

The two girls leaned in to hug each other tightly, rubbing each other’s backs with their hands.

“I always suspected that you had feelings for me, Fluttershy…” Rarity continued, still holding tightly onto her friend. “I felt like maybe I did too…but I also knew that I enjoyed the company of gentlemen very much…so I denied my feelings for you, thinking they must have been wrong…that maybe I was confused…”

“Oh Rare…I understand.” the shy girl responded.

“I’m so sorry, Fluttershy…for ignoring your feelings all these years…” the fashionista said quietly.

“It’s OK, Rare…we have lots of time ahead of us now…” Fluttershy smiled.

Rarity released the shy girl to look into her eyes. “You’re absolutely right, darling. We do.” she whispered, turning to me with a smirk on her face. “…thanks to him.” she said as she turned back to her friend. “Thank you for sharing, by the way.”

Fluttershy giggled. “I knew you had the hots for him anyway…”

Rarity blushed for a moment, then sighed blissfully, turning to face me. “I must confess, darling…” she said to me, “When my car was broken down in the woods that day and you pulled over in your truck to help…I felt my heart flutter in my chest when I approached your window and saw your face for the first time…”

“Same here,” I said. “but guys-”

“So did being there with him and Sunset make it easier?” Rarity asked, turning back to the shy girl.

Fluttershy nodded. “Mm-hm, but I liked doing it with you more.”

Rarity smiled for a moment, then paused before letting out a sigh. “You’re right, Fluttershy. Sunset is our friend…she’s one of us. And we need to take care of our own.”

Fluttershy perked up. “Hey Rare, you could do it with Goldie and Sunset…”

Rarity’s eyes got wide. “Me? But what about you? Won’t that bother you?”

Fluttershy’s brows furrowed as she thought about it. “Well, then maybe we could both be there…”

Rarity gasped then put her fingertips in front of her mouth. “A foursome??? Oh Fluttershy, that’s too much!”

“Uh guys, whoa…”

“Oh my goodness…” Fluttershy giggled. “What ab-“

“HEY!!!” I yelled, finally snapping their attention to me.

They both sat there in shock as I shrugged, holding my arms out to my sides.

“Aren’t you forgetting about someone? Have you considered how they might feel? Or what they might want??” I asked.

Rarity tilted her head with a bit of remorse. “Oh my darling, I’m so sorry…here we were only thinking of ourselves…”

“Oh…” Fluttershy gasped. “I’m sorry, Goldie...we never stopped to ask what you wanted.”

I shook my head. “No, actually I was talking about Sunny.”

“Huh?” they replied in unison.

“Have you guys thought about the fact that maybe she doesn’t want to do it?” I asked.

The girls both looked confused.

“But darling, you said-“

“I said she’s getting aroused because of her magic…not because she wants me. This is happening against her will…” I explained.

I could see the wheels turning in their heads as they thought about it.

“You think she wouldn’t want to do it?” Fluttershy finally asked.

“Maybe…” I said. “It might not help her anyway, like I said. She might be stuck like this forever, no matter how many times I fuck her.”

Rarity gave a deep sigh, then chewed her bottom lip. “Oh my…the poor thing.”

“She’s kept this to herself for months…” I continued. “The only reason she told me about it today is because of what happened this morning. She’s a strong person, and I think she wants to handle it herself.”

“But…she lost control this morning, darling…what if it happens again?” Rarity asked.

I took a deep breath, rubbing the back of my neck as I thought for a moment. Then I looked at the girls. “Well, can you blame her?”

Rarity huffed and waved me off. “Oh, get over yourself!”

I shook my head. “No, I mean…what time did I pick her up to go get your car, Flutters?”

“Umm…you left at like 6:30…” Fluttershy answered.

“Yesterday morning…” I clarified. “And when did you take her home Rare?”

“About 7 this morning…I think?” Rarity replied.

“So Sunset was with me for about 24 hours straight.” I explained. “Imagine being completely turned on for that long…like soaked panties, aching bad for someone to touch you, ready to cum as soon as someone does touch you, wanting to 'jump on the first dick you see' kind of turned on…”

Fluttershy cupped both hands over her mouth for a second before she spoke. “Oh my goodness…I would have lost my shit!”

“And I had no idea…” I said. “Her and I were talking all day, having a great time…there was only a few times when I noticed her looking at me weird, but I didn’t think much of it.”

Rarity was staring at the floor, chewing her thumbnail. “How did she deal with that all day?” she asked rhetorically before turning back to me. “You were right…we really can’t blame her for what happened…”

“I think…” Fluttershy started, “We can’t hold it against her…if it happens again. She can’t help it.”

“Well,” I said. “From now on I should minimize my time with her…like no more 24 hour straight hang-outs. When we train in the field at night it’s usually only about six or seven hours…she’s been handling that fine…and the Saturday dinners are only a few hours…what do you guys think?”

They nodded with approval.

“That’s how it’s normally been anyway…I think that’s fine.” Rarity agreed.

“But…” Fluttershy interjected. “If she needs to…I mean, if she loses control, I think we should let her…let her do what she needs to do.”

“What??” Rarity and I both exclaimed together.

“I mean…all she did was dry-hump you for a couple of minutes…right?” the shy girl said to me. “Think of how hard this must be for her to deal with…”

“Well darling…” Rarity said. “Let’s hope it doesn’t have to come to that…”

I pressed my palm to my cheek as I exhaled slowly, staring off into space. Then I closed my eyes and shook my head. “I’m not sure how I feel about being some kind of ‘pussy scratching post’ for her...” I opened my eyes again to look at the girls. “Hopefully if I properly manage my time with her, this won’t be an issue anymore.”

*****

A week had passed since the incident at the high school. Fluttershy was driven half-mad by the constant attention from the police and the media, as well as the potential victims and their families…who Fluttershy had a harder time ignoring since all they wanted was to express their gratitude for what she had done for them.

The police investigation was fairly straight forward. The sheer number of eye witnesses, plus the interviews with the Principals and her business partner made it easy to prove that Fluttershy’s actions were not pre-meditated or malicious, and it was obvious to everyone that she was acting to protect herself and the students of Canterlot high. What made the cops uneasy, however, was the level of precision and skill that she had displayed that day, but after looking into the shy girl’s history and finding a lack of any criminal record or signs of aggression, they had no choice but to conclude that she was very unlikely to initiate any acts of violence on her own in the future.

The man with the shotgun who seemed to be leading the attack turned out to be a former student at CHS. He had been expelled from the school a few years back after being caught multiple times selling drugs on school grounds, as well as assaulting other students. When he finally threatened a teacher, they made the decision to get him out of the school for good. His life since then didn’t improve, which was no one’s fault but his own. He had been in and out of jail several times and was unable to hold a job due to his poor attitude and angry behaviour. He became increasingly agitated as time went on, unable to look inwards and see the error of his ways, and decided instead to blame the high school for robbing him of his future, deeming to necessary to return to the school and exact his revenge by inflicting violence on them with the help of his friends.

Little did he know, making mistakes seemed to be in his very nature, since he chose to invade the school on the same day there would be an immortal girl present who had been personally trained for combat by a man who was quite possibly the best killer on the planet.

The guy with the machine gun was the one who supplied most of the weapons. His father was in the military for many years, and had a fairly extensive collection of guns in his home, including the automatic weapon that was used at the school. For most people, weapons like these were prohibited here, however, the shooter’s father had maintained ‘grandfather’ privileges in order to be allowed to own weapons like these in his home. His son, the shooter who wielded the weapon in the gym that day, had stolen his keys to unlock the weapons from their displays, and he also knew the passcode to get into the safe where the bolt for the machine gun was kept, as required by law in order to keep such a weapon in a residence. In all, he had taken the machine gun, which was a C7A2, used as the standard personal weapon in the Canadian Armed forces, and three Browning 9mm pistols…which was also widely used by the Canadian military. The only weapon not supplied by him was the old shotgun, which was supplied by the leader, who brought it after stealing it from his grandfather’s home.

The father, who’s weapons ended up being used in the attack on the school, was devastated by the fact that his son had attempted to commit such an act of violence, only to end up being killed by a young heroic woman, who stood up to protect the students in the school that day. He ended up being interviewed on the news, showing his conflicting emotions as he acknowledged that his son had committed a heinous act, yet felt anger towards the killer of his offspring.

“I feel ashamed by the actions of my son…” he said to the interviewer, sitting in a padded chair on the news set. “I served for many years in the military to protect my country and my family, only to have one of my own inflict violence upon others…but he was still my son. And to the woman who acted that day to protect the innocent,” he looked directly into the camera before he continued. “I know what she had to do…I know that I would have done the same thing. But at the end of the day…she killed my boy. And I’ll never forgive her for it.”

Fluttershy and I happened to see that interview together on her TV the night it aired. She was sitting on the chaise lounge with her feet outstretched, her arms folded across her stomach as she stared blankly at the TV, listening to the words that entered her mind like a shot of poison in her veins. I could tell it really bothered her…Fluttershy was not the type who liked hearing that someone was upset with her, and it made her feel trapped to know that she had to either kill someone’s child or allow them to kill an unknown number of others…it was obvious that she had done the right thing, but sometimes in life, you just can’t make everyone happy.

The media was relentless towards Fluttershy. They began showing up at her house, knocking on the door, trying to get an interview with the big ‘CHS hero’. She never answered the door though, as per my instructions, to avoid attracting unwanted attention, not to mention the thought of being on TV terrified her. This mostly happened in the evenings, and surprisingly, they didn’t show up to the animal shelter very often, but when they did, she stayed in her office and her partner took care of getting rid of them for her.

I got fed up with them one night and finally answered the door, only opening it a crack so just my voice could be heard to avoid having my own face end up on TV, telling them: “We don’t want to be on TV, so get the fuck out of here or I’ll call the cops on you for trespassing on our property.” This helped to a certain extent, but she and I both knew that we were going to have to just deal with them until some time passed and everyone’s interest in the incident eventually died down on its own.

On top of all that, she was finding bouquets of flowers, fruit baskets and thank-you cards being left at the front door of her house when she came home in the evenings, as well as having similar items delivered to her at the shelter during the day while she was working. While she did appreciate the gestures of gratitude, and found it heartwarming that she had touched so many lives, all the attention was starting to wear on her and she longed for the return of her usual quiet life.

It was now Sunday, and I was at my shop working on my truck.

The dinner that weekend had been at Rarity’s. Sunset was there as well, and I couldn’t help but keep one eye on her throughout the evening to make sure she was OK, but in all honesty, she seemed fine. I was starting to think that it might work out OK like this, limiting my time with her to keep her hormones to a minimum.

Fluttershy and I ended up spending the night at the Fashionista’s, which proved to be a good choice for the three of us, since there were plenty of ways to keep each other occupied in Rarity’s bed while we let another complete night drift by us into our ever-growing memories.

Earlier that week, I had received the new turbocharger for my truck at work, which is where I had it sent when I ordered it from an online dealer. Now that it was Sunday, I was using the quiet day to get it installed, which was proving to be a time consuming process, due to the fact that this new unit was larger and had different flanges to connect to the intake plumbing that was already in the truck.

I had driven out there just after dawn to get a head start, leaving Fluttershy at the fashionista’s place with her own vehicle. We had driven there separately, knowing ahead of time that I would be heading out early to work on my truck.

It was mid-afternoon now. I had spent most of the day on this task, having to custom machine a couple adapter flanges for the turbine and compressor outlets and make some adjustments to the intake plumbing, and I was now running the engine with the new turbo for the first time. I was standing in front of the truck checking for oil leaks at the turbo fittings, listening as the old diesel chattered away at me, not unlike my purple-haired girlfriend, who could be quite the chatterbox herself at times. I was just wondering about how the new turbo was going to perform when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

I pulled it out and held it in both hands, leaning my forearms on the rad support of the truck as I read the message.

UNKNOWN: I heard all about what happened at the school last week. Good for Fluttershy for doing what she did, but is this really a good thing to have on the internet???

The last part of the message was a link. I frowned, not knowing who sent the message, or what it meant. I was reluctant to reply without knowing who it was, nor did I really want to click on the link. Then another message popped up.

UNKNOWN: This is Twilight, by the way.

I exhaled a sigh of relief, rendered silent under the clatter of the engine right in front of me.

ME: Oh hi. How's it going?

TWILIGHT: Good, thanks. Did u watch the video yet???

“Video?” I wondered. I realized she must have meant the link she sent me.

I clicked the link, prompting my phone to immediately switch to the browser app and I could see a video window with the little pinwheel in the middle, spinning around endlessly as the content loaded. I suddenly felt a twinge of uneasiness in my stomach when I saw the title:

The video started next, and I could see what looked like a school gymnasium being filmed on a cell phone. The image was shaky, and I thought I could hear quivering breaths under the noise of my truck idling, being exhaled by the person behind the camera as they tried to keep it steady, aiming at the front of the room where a masked man with what looked like a shotgun was standing. He was a good distance away from the camera, I would have to guess whoever was filming must have been more than halfway back in the crowd.

I walked around to the driver’s door of my truck and reached in through the open window to shut the engine off so I could hear what was happening in the video, watching intently as the man at the front aimed the gun at the crowd, causing screams of panic…then from the right of the screen I saw a familiar figure run towards him.

It was Fluttershy. My heart stopped upon seeing her, realizing this footage had been on the world-wide web for anyone to see…possibly for a week by that time. I had been so focused on keeping her off the news that I didn’t even think about every kid in that school having a cell phone, and now here it was…out there for everyone to see.

I watched as she ran up to the masked man from the right and kicked the shotgun up as he fired, the loud bang causing the person filming to get scared and move the camera around, resulting in a screen full of dark blurs and random shapes…then it finally focused back on the front of the room. I could see Fluttershy in possession of the weapon now, aiming it at someone to the right, off the screen. She fired, then the camera quickly panned to the right, trying in vain to catch the person being shot at, then returned back to focus on her as she turned her back to the camera to fire at someone up on the stage at the front of the gym. He was blown off his feet, visibly bleeding all over the place as he landed on his back, which drew a quivering whisper from the kid behind the camera. “Holy shit…” he quivered, trying to keep the camera steady as other kids audibly whimpered and cried around him.

The video ended there. I was left standing next to my truck, holding my phone, staring at the blank screen with the replay icon sitting in the middle, waiting for the next command from my fingertip. I had my other hand over my mouth, my eyes were open wide, thinking about the fact that anyone could have seen this footage…including Agent Cody.

I texted Twilight back.

ME: Thank for bringing this to my attention.

I looked at the new turbo quickly, just to make sure there were no visible oil leaks before closing the hood and quickly backing the truck outside, then closing the bay door. I left all my tools out, knowing I would have to clean up later, but I needed to get to Fluttershy’s house to make sure everything was OK before she got home. I wasn’t sure where she was at this point in the day, she hadn’t texted me at all since I left Rarity’s that morning.

I got into my truck and headed out onto the road, putting my phone to my ear as it dialed my girlfriend’s number so I could let her know what I had just seen. It continued to ring…and ring…and ring. There was no answer.

I held my phone in front of me, cancelling the call. I texted my indigo-haired girlfriend next.

ME: Is Flutters still there?

“Pease say yes, please say yes, please say yes…” I whispered as I waited for a response from the fashionista.

Then my answer came.

RARITY: No, she left for home about an hour ago.

I slammed my phone down on the seat next to me. “FUCK!” I accelerated the truck to a higher speed as I headed for my girlfriend’s house, hoping…praying that I was just being paranoid.