Chapter 93

The shy girl was curled up on her chaise lounge, red-faced, her shoulders quaking with silent laughter by the end of the video.

Rainbow Dash was sitting at the far end of the couch, smiling.

“Oh...oh my goodness, Dashie!” Fluttershy tittered, her hand over her mouth. “That was SO funny…and cute!”

“I told you you’d like it!”

In the kitchen behind them, Rarity and Pinkie Pie were seated at the table, assembling sandwiches and chatting back and forth idly.

“Ugh, I should have known those two would be late,” Rarity grumbled, checking the clock on the stove.

It was 4:45.

“Don’t worry, Rare-bear!” Pinkie grinned. “I’m sure they’ll be along any min-“

The party-girl stopped to listen when the rumble of an old V-8 approached the house, followed by abrupt silence.

“You see?” Pinkie squealed as she turned to a silent Rarity, whose eyes rolled in reply.

They continued working away at the sandwiches, stacking the finished ones on a platter as they watched the door in silence, waiting for Applejack to enter.

At last, the door opened and the farm girl stepped inside. Her eyes met Rarity’s immediately and she paused, then proceeded to kick her boots off. “Howdy,” she greeted flatly.

“Hey AJ,” Dash greeted from the couch.

Raising an eyebrow, Rarity watched the blonde, noticing immediately that there was something different about her air. Something new. “How…was your day?” asked Rarity, tentatively. “Did you two get your truck fixed?”

AJ straightened up and adjusted her hat. “Uh…yeah. We got it all done.” She paused to chuckle, shaking her head. “That Golds, he is one hell of a mechanic. Didn’t take him long at all ta bang it out…er, I mean-“

“Well, why are you two so late then?” Rarity cut in. “I gave you two one simple instruction: be here no later than four. So what happened? Did it simply slip your mind, or…?”

“Uh…slip? Er, no! It’s just…” —Applejack’s eyes darted from side-to-side— “it was still a lotta work; if anyone other than Golds was doin it, it woulda took two whole days ta get it all done. Honest!”

Rarity sighed. “And just where is our dear Mr. Arrow, if I may?”

Applejack paused and then pointed at the front door with her thumb. “Uh…well, he…he was right behind me. Er, no…not right behind me; he was…just, well, y-you know what I mean!”

The fashionista furrowed her brow, bemused by the strange response.

“He’s comin!” AJ blurted out, but then bit her lip nervously, not considering the fact that she was the only one who understood the double-entendre. “I mean, nah…he’s uh-“

“He’s…not coming?” Rarity asked, shaking her head in confusion.

“Nah, he did…I mean, he IS!” Applejack’s cheeks began to heat up with embarrassment. “He’s…he’s on his way,” she said, finally satisfied with that answer.

Rarity knew better than to ignore such strange behaviour. Pinkie had noticed it as well, and was watching on in silence.

“Applejack darling, is everything OK?”

“Who, me?” AJ shrugged. “Yeah, I’m fine. Everythin’s great.” She slipped out of her jacket next, forgetting about the shirt-bandage tied around her arm.

Rarity noticed it immediately. “What, may I ask, is that?”

Applejack froze for a moment, looked down at her arm, then back at the fashionista. “Uh…a shirt?”

Pinkie Pie let out an amused giggle, followed by a loud snort. “That’s not how you wear a shirt, silly!”

As the farm girl let out an embarrassed chuckle, Rarity leaned forward, squinting. “Is…is that blood?”

This got the attention of the two girls on the couch, and they turned around to observe Applejack, looking mildly concerned.

“Oh…right, yeah.” She looked down at the crimson-spotted bandage, adjusting it nervously with her fingertips. “I…might a’ cut mahself when we was workin. No big deal, really.”

“No big deal?” Rarity disagreed, leaving her seat to approach the farm girl. “Let me see it, darling; we certainly wouldn’t want it to end up infected.” The fashionista sighed as she untied the shirt and peeled it away from Applejack’s skin, revealing a sizeable incision across her bicep, bordered with dark, crusty blood. “Goodness me!” Rarity gasped, covering her mouth. “That is quite a nasty gash you’ve got!”

Applejack snorted. “That’s not what Golds said,” she mumbled.

“I beg your pardon?” Rarity asked, glancing up at her friend.

“Huh? Oh nothin, sugarcube.”

“He didn’t think this was bad?” Rarity grilled. “So, what…he couldn’t be bothered to fix you up any better than this?”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “Well, he don’t have a first-aid kit there, fer obvious reasons.”

“Hm,” the fashionista grumbled, turning toward the couch. “Fluttershy? Would you mind having a look at this?”

“Of course!” Working with animals for years and having to deal with the occasional injury made Fluttershy the most experienced one of the group when it came to bandages and dressings. She left the couch to approach Rarity and Applejack. “Oh dear!” The shy girl gasped when she saw the wound. “How did you manage this?”

Nervous, Applejack began to stammer out a response, but was luckily stopped by a dismissive wave from Rarity. “Nevermind that; you can tell us later, darling. Go with Fluttershy so she can look after you.”

“Um, OK Applejack. Let’s go. I’ll get you all fixed up, good as new,” Fluttershy cooed, using a warm, soothing tone.

“Alright,” the farm girl replied as Fluttershy took her by the hand and led her down the hall.

*****

I pulled my truck into Fluttershy’s driveway and stopped, noticing the old Ford already parked there. Applejack had left a few minutes before me so we wouldn’t show up together; we decided to do it that way to avoid giving off any hint of what had happened, but in reality it made no real sense. Honestly? We were just being paranoid. It was highly unlikely that anyone would have jumped to the conclusion that we’d had sex just because we showed up together—after all, we did just spend the entire day working on her truck.

After shutting the engine off and hopping out, I made my way to the front door. I paused there, wondering what Applejack was going to do.

Would she wait to tell them? Would she just wait until she turns and let the others figure it out on their own? Or would she pull the honesty card and come right out of the gate with the truth?

”Maybe she’s already told them...” I sighed. “That’ll make for an awkward entrance, won’t it?”

After taking a deep breath and a quick moment to build some courage, I opened the door and stepped inside.

It was a fairly mundane sight. Rainbow Dash was on the couch by herself, scrolling through a list of YouTube videos on the TV while Rarity and Pinkie Pie sat at the table, preparing sandwiches. Fluttershy and Applejack were nowhere to be found.

The indigo-haired girl’s eyes locked onto me as soon as I entered. She quickly set the knife down and stood, licking her thumb as she approached me to wrap her arms around the back of my neck.

“Hey Rare,” I said quietly, returning the hug.

“How was your day, darling?” she asked, backing up a step so she could face me.

“Good,” I nodded, unable to think of anything else to say.

“Mm. How’s that new watch working?”

“Huh?” I raised a brow. “What watch?”

“It’s almost five o’clock, darling.” She pointed at her wrist. “Did I not say to ‘be here no later than four?’”

“Sorry, we got busy with…uh, we were just trying to get her truck done and didn’t realise how...late…“ I trailed off when I glanced at Pinkie again, who was cutting a sandwich into quarters and smirking, watching the exchange between me and Rarity. “Hey, wait a sec…you guys aren’t even done making the food yet, and you’re on my case about being late?”

“Oooh! He’s gotcha there!” Pinkie giggled, stacking the sandwich pieces on the platter.

“Well, I…” Rarity paused to glance at the table. “Wwwwe simply lost track of…you weren’t here yet, so we just...” She cleared her throat, then smirked and gave me a light slap on the chest. “Oh, come now! I was only being facetious; there’s no need to get upset about it.”

“Ohh come on,” I growled playfully as I wrapped my arm around the small of her back to pull her little frame against me. “Why d’you gotta such a drama-queen, huh?” I teased, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Oh, Puh! Khh! Fft! I was not being dramatic!” She hooked an arm around the back of my neck again, pulling herself closer so she could nuzzle her face into my shoulder. “I just…missed you, darling. That’s all.”

“Same here,” I replied, resting my cheek on top of her head. Her perfume began to tickle my senses, distracting me, compelling me to inhale deeply to take in the sweet and mildly spicy fragrance. “You smell amazing, as usual.”

“Mmm.”

“What is that, anyway?” I asked. “Vanilla and…?”

“Cardamom, darling.”

“Ah. I never even though of that. Very fancy.”

“Well, I’m a lady of fancy tastes,” she giggled, backing away a second time.

“That you are,” I said, turning to inspect the spread on the table. “I take we’re having sandwiches for supper?”

“And soup, too,” Rarity replied, pointing to a pot on the stove. “Fluttershy made her sweet potato curry soup, and Pinkie Pie and I were making curried egg salad and avocado BLT sandwiches to go with it.”

“Nice,” I nodded, watching Pinkie take another two slices of bread from the bag. “How’s it going, Pinks?”

She looked up at me with that signature grin. “Super-duper! How are you, Goldie-woldie?”

“Good, as always. How was your week?”

Her smile faded ever so slightly. “It was…OK,” she replied, her tone dropping just enough for me to notice. “I miss staying here, though.”

Unsure of how to respond, I quickly glanced at Rarity for help, but she just gave me solemn look in return.

With impeccable timing, Applejack emerged from the hall with a proper bandage on her arm. Fluttershy followed closely behind, her eyes locking squarely on me as soon as I was within sight. She quickly scurried over and grabbed my arm with both hands.

It didn’t take me long to notice her expression; those teal eyes of hers were lit up like Christmas trees and she had a wide, goofy grin plastered across her lips, like she’d inhaled an entire tank of laughing gas.

“Hey…” I said.

She didn’t respond, just smiled.

“Uh…” I glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed her behavior. “You’re, uh…creepin a little, Flutters.”

Then it dawned on me: maybe Applejack told her what happened. It was easy to figure out that they’d been in the washroom alone, dressing the blonde girl’s cut, and it wasn’t too far-fetched to assume that Applejack had gone ahead and told the shy girl everything.

Searching for an answer, I glanced at AJ, who was leaning on the end of the table, watching us. When she saw me looking at her, she bit her lip and gave a tiny nod, confirming my suspicions.

Drawing a breath, I looked at Fluttershy again and smirked.

She was giddy, ready to jump out of her skin with elation. Blinking finally, she realised she’d been staring like a crazy person, so she leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Good job! You’re such a good boy, Goldie.”

I chuckled in response, looking at her again. “I know.” I glanced around at the others. “Is it just you who knows?”

She nodded.

“What about them?”

“Don’t worry; she’s gonna tell everyone in a bit.”

As soon as the last sandwich was placed on the pile, Rarity announced dinner.

“Soup’s on, darlings!”

A streak of colours shot from the couch and ended with Rainbow Dash standing next to Rarity, rubbing her hands together as she surveyed the spread. “Aww yeah!” she grunted, picking up a little plate and filling it with the avocado BLTs.

“Ba-a-a-a-acon…”

“Don’t forget the soup, Dashie!” Pinkie reminded her.

“Hang on, is this everybody?” AJ asked, adjusting her hat with her good arm. “What about Twilight and Sunset?”

“They’re still in town with Twilight’s brother,” Dash answered as she set a bowl of soup on the table and sat down with her collection of sandwiches.

“Ah,” the blonde nodded. “I take it that means she musta got the job he was offerin, eh?”

“It would seem that way, darling,” Rarity answered, sitting down next to Rainbow Dash with her dinner.

“Good fer her,” Applejack said. “She’s been lookin fer somethin fer quite a while.”

“Granted, she’s only on call for now, but it certainly is better than nothing, I’d say,” Rarity added, before taking a spoonful of soup. Her eyes closed suddenly and she let out a moan of delight. “Mmm! Oh Fluttershy, you’ve done it again!”

*****

After eating the simple, yet delicious meal —or most if it, in Dash’s case— Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy dispersed and found spots on the couch to watch more videos.

Rarity remained at the counter to tidy up and Applejack leaned on the end of the table, ruminating on what I assume must have been her future.

I decided to try talking to her.

Approaching her with one last sandwich in hand, I leaned in close and spoke quietly. “Hey.”

She was chewing her lip, staring at the back of the couch. “Huh?” she mumbled, her thoughts brought to a halt by my voice. “Oh…hey.”

“So?”

She shrugged. “So…what?”

“How was it?” I asked, taking a bite of the sandwich.

“Ugh…” she rolled her eyes. “I cannot believe you would even ask me that right now.” She shook her head. “You was there. You know it was good. Like, the best I ever had. I mean,” —she leaned in and lowered her voice to a whisper— “I got off like three times, sugarcube; you know that.” She gave a quick glance over her shoulder before continuing. “So ya don’t need ta be askin me about it just ta give yer ego a boost, alright?”

I stared at her, speechless, with a cheekful of sandwich. Her response caught me off-guard, and it took a moment before I finally got my wits about me again. I blinked a couple times first, then shook my head and swallowed. “AJ…I was asking about your truck.”

Her expression went blank. “Huh?”

“How did it drive? Is it still wandering bad?”

She inhaled quickly, eyebrows raised. “Oh…that. Uh, yeah, it drove real nice; straight as an arrow.” She rubbed the back of her neck, cringing slightly. “Er...thanks fer yer help today, by the way, and uh, s-sorry ‘bout that…just now.”

I paused for a moment, then leaned closer. “Did you say: ‘best you ever had?’”

Applejack leaned away and grimaced, trying to look put-off, but the scarlet in her cheeks betrayed her. Turning away, she shook her head. “Fuck off.”

I chuckled at her, then popped the rest of the sandwich in my mouth and dusted my hands off as I headed around the couch to sit with Fluttershy.

*****

About a half hour had passed before Applejack worked up the courage to announce her ‘big change.’

She stood in front of the TV, nervously wringing her hands together while chewing her lip. Fluttershy had a tight grip on my arm, jittering with excitement while Rarity —who was still unaware— was sitting on the other side of me with her legs crossed like the lady she was, sipping a hot tea.

Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie were at the far end of the couch, wondering why Applejack was blocking the TV.

“Uh…everyone? I-I got somethin ta announce…I guess.” She lifted the back of her hat to rub her head, trying to decide how to go about wording the news. “Now…I wish Sunset and Twilight coulda been here fer this, but they ain’t, so…”

Rainbow Dash cocked an eyebrow. “OK. Soooo…?”

Applejack sighed. “Alright look, this is kinda weird ta talk about, but…I don’t like keepin secrets, so I’m just gonna come out n’ say it.”

Fluttershy and I held our breath in anticipation while Rarity brought the teacup to her lips for another sip.

Applejack exhaled through pursed lips. “Earlier today…Golds and I boinked at his shop.”

“Pppppfffft!” Rarity leaned forward suddenly, spraying a mouthful of tea across the room.

Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash were motionless, wide-eyed.

My cheeks were on fire by that point, but a slight comfort came when a pair of slender, yellow arms wrapped around me, hugging me tightly.

“Yaaaaaaaaay!” the shy girl cheered softly, nuzzling her face into my shoulder.

Shocked, Rarity turned to face me; her eyes looked like they were about to fall out of her head and her mouth hung open, with nothing intelligible coming out other than stutters and gibberish.

“You OK?” I asked, cringing.

She blinked finally, after a moment of mindless staring, and then focused of me again. “Er…yes. Perfectly fine…darling.” She blinked again and gave her bottom lip a quick lap, turning to glance at the red-faced blonde. “Did…” she muttered, turning back to me. “Did you…you know, in…inside? Is she gonna….?”

Fluttershy and I nodded.

“Yeah. She’s gonna be one of us,” I said.

The fashionista’s eyes shifted to Fluttershy, noticing that she’d nodded as well. “You knew?”

“Mm-hm.” Fluttershy nodded quickly. “She told me when I was bandaging her arm, but she told me not to tell anyone else because she was gonna announce it later.”

“Oh my…” Rarity paused to look into her tea for a moment, finally cracking a smile when she returned her eyes to me. “Well…this is wonderful! I…I hadn’t expected anyone else to make the change so soon; and certainly not Applejack!” She set her teacup on the floor to wrap me up in a tight hug, followed by a kiss on my cheek, which was mirrored by a kiss on the other cheek from the shy girl.

Applejack remained in front of the group, feeling very exposed while Pinkie and Dash gaped at her.

“Uh…you two alright?”

Pinkie was the first to snap out of it. “So…are you…invincible?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at the farm girl.

AJ nodded and raised her hands. “Well, I-“

It was at this point that Rainbow Dash did something rather unexpected. Spying the remote on Pinkie’s lap, an idea sprang into her mind. Quick as lighting, she snatched the remote and hurled it at Applejack, hitting her square in the eye with a sharp clack.

Applejack recoiled, covering her face as she turned to the side. “AW! FUCK, THAT HURT!” she cried, glaring back at the rainbow-haired devil with her good eye. “YOU FUCKIN DICK!”

The commotion got our attention. Rarity, Fluttershy and I looked at Applejack, noticing the remote at her feet.

Rarity turned to the other two girls in a huff. “What? Who threw that!?”

With wide, nervous eyes that stayed locked on the fashionista, Pinkie pointed her finger at Dash.

Cocking her head, Rarity glared viciously at the blue-skinned girl. “Rainbow Dash, are you fucking kidding me?” she scolded, to which Dash responded with a confused shrug.

“I don’t get it; what gives? Howcome she’s still vincible?”

“VINCIB-“ The fashionista stopped herself to facepalm, letting out an exasperated groan. “It doesn’t happen immediately, Rainbow Dash! It can take several hours for it to happen!”

“Yeah!” Applejack interjected, her eye still covered as she held her other arm out to display the bandage. “Can’t ya see the bandage on my arm, ya asshole?”

“Sorry, AJ! I didn’t know!” Dash pleaded.

“Well if ya don’t know, ya shouldn’t go ‘round chuckin shit at people’s faces! Yer lucky I don’t pound the shit outta ya fer that!”

Dash let out a snort, sitting back with a smirk on her face. “Sounds to me like you’ve already done enough pounding for one day.”

Applejack glared, her fist clenched at her side, her face red as fire. “That’s it!” she roared, stepping towards the rainbow-haired girl.

Dash’s eyes widened when she saw the angry blonde approaching. “Uh-oh…” she said, before streaking around the end of the couch towards the front door, leaving candy cane-shaped rainbow to mark her path.

Caught off-guard by the escape, Applejack looked across the room to see Dash standing near the front door with her hands outstretched.

“AJ, just chillax! I’m sorry!” Dash pleaded.

“Chillax!?” Applejack repeated, removing her hand from her eye and then blinking it repeatedly. “Why would you even say that?”

“I thought you’d laugh!” Dash shrugged.

“YA THOUGHT I WOU-aww fuck it.” AJ hung her head, sighing. She knew she wouldn’t be able catch Rainbow Dash, thus her aggression plummeted and she flopped down on the couch next to Pinkie Pie. “Whatever,” she muttered, rubbing her sore eye.

Looking to her left, Applejack found herself face-to-face with the ever-grinning Pinkie, who promptly wrapped her arms around the farm girl and squeezed tightly.

“Heh…thanks, Pinkie Pie,” Applejack sighed, wrapping her good arm around her friend’s shoulders.

*****

Time passed. We had put on a movie to watch —one of Pinkie’s selections— while we waited for Applejack’s turn.

Dash had returned to the couch before too long, with an apology and the explanation that she thought AJ had already turned and didn’t think throwing the remote would hurt. Her line about ‘pounding’ was also supposed to be a joke, but Dash humbly admitted that she was a bad comedian when she was nervous or felt bad about something—which I could agree with, having seen her foot end up in her mouth after many, many poorly-timed comments in the past.

Once the movie had ended, we took to exchanging small talk. It was fairly late by then, but everyone was reluctant to go anywhere until we witnessed Applejack’s evolution.

In the middle of a conversation between Rarity and Pinkie, Dash cut in quite suddenly.

“Hey AJ? How’s your eye?”

Applejack paused and gently pawed at her face with her fingertips. “It’s fine. Why?”

Dash raised an eyebrow. “Uuh…cuz I’ve been poking at your bandage for the last five minutes and you haven’t even flinched.”

The farm girl’s eyes widened, and she quickly peeled the bandage away while the rest of us watched.

After the dressing was torn away, we all stared in awed silence.

The wound was gone.

“Holy...shit…” Applejack was incredulous, rubbing her hand over the spot where the cut was, inspecting for any evidence of an injury.

But there was nothing.

“That’s...amazin!”

Rainbow Dash was on her hands and knees by that point, bouncing on the cushions with excitement.

Applejack locked eyes with her friend and nodded, waving her hand toward herself. “Now ya can hit me!”

“Really?” Dash laughed. “You want me to?”

“Gimmie yer best shot!”

“Oh my god, this is so awesome!” Dash giggled as she reared up on her knees, leaned on AJ’s shoulder with one hand and delivered a hard right jab to her friend’s nose.

Applejack’s head bounced back upon impact, knocking her hat off. She had instinctively closed her eyes and scrunched her nose to brace herself, but after the punch, she was shocked to realise that it didn’t hurt at all.

Rainbow Dash, however, was shaking her hand loosely, wincing in pain. “Damn it, that hurt!” she complained.

“Heh!” AJ chuckled. “I didn’t feel a fuckin thing!”

“Shut! Up!” Dash exclaimed, eyes wide. “Are you SERIOUS?”

“I ain’t shittin you, Dashie!” Applejack replied excitedly, leaning forward to look past Rainbow Dash at us. “Did y’all see that? Dashie popped me right in the fuckin beak and I didn’t feel a damn thing!”

“Yes, that’s lovely, darling.”

“Come on, Dash,” AJ shouted, leaping from the couch. “Let’s go ta the kitchen and try out some knives!”

“HA! AWESOME!” Dash jumped up and followed her.

“Don’t make a mess, you two!” Rarity warned, wagging her finger over the back of the couch.

As the two girls giggled deviously behind us, Rarity, Fluttershy and I exchanged glances, smiles and giggles. Both of them were elated, thrilled that another one of their friends was going to exist alongside them for ages to come.

The moment passed quickly though, when Pinkie randomly dove across the couch, belly-flopping onto our laps without warning.

“AAH! Goodness, Pinkie Pie!” Rarity scolded as Fluttershy snickered happily.

Pinkie turned over so that she was lying across all three of our laps, giggling profusely as usual. “Sooooo?”

The three of us stared at her, unsure of what that was supposed to mean.

Fluttershy cleared her throat. “So, um…what?”

Pinkie’s eyebrows went up. “Are all three of you staying here tonight?”

“I believe so, darling. Why?”

“Is it cool if I stay here too?” Pinkie asked, somewhat timidly.

The three of us glanced at one another.

“Hey, I-if I’m imposing, just say the word and I’m gone!” Pinkie said suddenly, pointing over her shoulder with her thumb.

Rarity patted her thigh. “No no, darling; we honestly had no real plans for tonight.”

“Are you sure? Cuz if you guys wanna have one of your crazy three-ways, I don’t wanna stop you.”

“It’s perfectly fine, Pinkie Pie,” Rarity reassured her. “We had our fill of that kind of thing this week; honestly, we’d just planned on lounging around and spending some quiet time together.”

“Oh...OK!” the party-girl grinned.

“Um, is there something on your mind?” Fluttershy asked, gently running her fingers through those pink coils.

Pinkie paused, looking up at the yellow fingers that tousled her hair. “Um…no, nothing on my mind. I just…would rather not go home, that’s all.”

With nothing to say, the three of us exchanged a quick glance, sympathetic toward Pinkie and her home-life dilemma.

Sighing, Rarity gave Pinkie’s thigh a rub. “It’s fine, darling. We’d love to have you here with us.”

“Hey wait! Rarity, you’re not going home tonight?” Dash asked from the kitchen, having overheard the conversation.

“Well no, darling. I told you before I was staying here tonight.”

“Aw shit,” Dash cursed, sighing. “How am I gonna get home?”

“Why not run, darling?”

“What!? No way! It’s fuckin cold out, man!” Dash protested.

“Hey Dashie!” Applejack cut in excitedly. “D’ya wanna come ta the farm tonight instead? We can try hittin me with axes n’ pitch forks n’ shit, huh? Waddaya think a’ that?”

“Hm,” Dash paused, rubbing her chin, a devious smirk slinking across her face. “You know what, AJ? I think that is a fucking... brilliant... plan. Count me in!”

“Let’s go!” AJ shouted, waving Rainbow Dash along. Within seconds, their boots and coats were on and they were out the door, laughing and snickering the entire way.

The three of us were left in silence, with Pinkie Pie sprawled across our laps.

“So…bye then,” Rarity said dryly, waving her hand over the back of the couch.

Fluttershy giggled. “Oh Rare, they’re just excited,” she said, before giving pause, looking concerned. “I sure hope Dashie doesn’t hurt herself messing around like that.”

“She’ll be fine, sweetie,” Rarity said dismissively. “Rainbow Dash is quite accustomed to being an idiot.”

Pinkie laughed, her entire body jiggling across our laps. “You’re so funny, Rare-bear! You guys wanna watch another movie?”

The question literally came from nowhere, catching the three of us off-guard.

“Oh...well I suppose we could, darling, but it’s quite late; aren’t you tired?”

Pinkie waved Rarity off. “Nah. I stay up late all the time.”

“Alright, well...if you insist,” Rarity replied as Pinkie pointed the remote and scrolled through the movie list, eventually choosing ‘It’s A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World,’ which turned out to be a long movie!

After about the two hour mark, we were still watching the movie —which was actually pretty entertaining— and Pinkie was still lying across our laps. She was dressed differently than usual that night; black yoga pants that nicely fit her curvy frame covered her legs, with a light-blue, long-sleeved T-shirt topping it off.

Pinkie’s thighs and knees were on Rarity’s lap, her back and shoulders were on Fluttershy’s lap, and her rear-end was resting dead-center on me, which made a slight worry fester in the back of my mind: what if something caused me to have an erection? There was no way that could possibly happen without Pinkie feeling it.

How would she react?

Rarity’s temple was resting on my shoulder as I wondered this; my head was tipped back, resting on the cushion behind us.

It was about this time that I noticed movement in my right periphery. The lights were out, making the TV the only source of light in the room, but it still provided plenty of light to see what was going on.

When I shifted my eyes to the right, I saw something that threw me for a loop.

Fluttershy was touching Pinkie’s left breast. And not just a little bit; she was kneading it, playing with it, rolling its voluminous mass around between her fingers.

A sharp jolt zipped through my chest, causing my eyes to widen when I saw what she was doing. I looked at Fluttershy’s face; she was staring vacantly at the TV as if nothing unusual was happening.

I glanced at Pinkie next. She was also completely enthralled by the film, paying no mind to what the shy girl was doing.

Rarity was no different; though I couldnt see her face, I got no sense of shame or disconcert from her whatsoever.

After returning my attention to the TV for a moment, my eyes began to dart around again. I knew I wouldn’t be able to ignore what was going on beside me.

“Flutters...” I whispered.

“Hm?” She turned to look at me.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” she whispered innocently.

I paused, not expecting that answer. “Uh…you kind of are, actually.”

She looked at me inquisitively, so I tipped my head towards Pinkie. Fluttershy looked down at her hands, wrapped around that warm, fleshy melon.

“Oh!” she giggled. “I’m just playing.”

I raised a brow. “Playing?”

By this time, Pinkie herself had noticed the conversation and peeled her eyes from the TV to look at me first, and then Fluttershy.

“Mm-hm,” the shy girl nodded. “It’s…I don’t know, relaxing; like kneading a lump of clay.”

Pinkie interjected. “Or like a stress ball!”

“Yeah,” Fluttershy agreed. “Or a fidget-spinner.”

The party-girl giggled and raised her index finger. “A fidget-tittie!”

Fluttershy laughed, taking one hand from Pinkie’s breast to cover her mouth while using the other thumb to push on the erect nipple that poked through that blue shirt.

Rarity lifted her temple from my shoulder momentarily, then gave her head a little shake before settling back down again.

“Right…” I chewed my lip thoughtfully. “So, you guys just…do this sometimes?”

They both shook their heads.

Surprised, I furrowed my brows and glanced back and forth between them. “What? You’ve never done this before?”

They shook their heads again.

I looked at Pinkie. “And you’re…OK with it?”

Pinkie shrugged. “I dunno; I guess. Why wouldn’t I be? It’s Fluttershy. I trust her! I’ve only known her for, like, ever, you know!”

I shifted my eyes onto Fluttershy next. “So…this isn’t, like…a sexual thing?”

She shook her head. “Mm-mm.”

“Are your sure?”

“Mm-hm.” She nodded. “You know what they say, Goldie: idle hands are the devil’s playground. I’m just keeping them busy while we watch the movie.”

Letting out a deep sigh, I returned my attention to the TV. “You girls are so random.”

*****

The movie hadn’t quite finished before Pinkie fell asleep. The three of us, however, had become quite invested in it, so we finished watching it while the party-girl slept on our laps. Once it was finally over, we exchanged glances and impressed nods. I had to admit: Pinkie Pie had great taste in classic films.

When the credits were finished rolling, I slid one arm under Pinkie’s knees and the other behind her back, stood up with her in my arms, carried her down the hall, and laid her down in Fluttershy’s bed.

After pulling the covers over her to make sure she wouldn’t make up shivering, I returned to my spot on the lounge and sandwiched myself between Rarity and Fluttershy. The three of us snuggled in tight, and, not knowing what else to do, decided to start yet another movie.