All of Fluttershy's nerves kicked into high gear when we left his house. He started glancing around at the slightest hint of sound, and held his wings slightly out from his body as if readying to fly away.

"Fluttershy?" I asked.

His wings shot out ready to flap and he looked at me like I'd shined a bright light on him. "Y-Yes?"

"Would you prefer it if I went into town and asked Feather to come out here?" I used my wing to gently pat at his, urging him to relax and calm down. Ponyville was almost within sight, and I figured if Fluttershy was this bad now, he'd be a pile worse around ponies he knows.

"He'd come here?! To my house?! B-B-But—"

I kissed Fluttershy's cheek to distract him, and it worked long enough to break him out of panic mode. "I'm sure he'd like a cup of tea. If you start making it, I'll distract him long enough that you'll have it ready when we get back."

A plan of action and promise of support seemed to galvanize him somewhat. Fluttershy straightened—something that made him look even taller than he already was—and gave a firm nod. "I can do that!" Every shout, even with his masculine form, was the slightest of sounds that made me want to wrap him in my wings and nuzzle him for days.

Turning abruptly, Fluttershy marched back to his house with a bounce in his step. Giving him a lift like that felt good in a way that had nothing to do with siren hunger. Seeing his butt sway from side to side was also worth pausing to enjoy.

Waiting until he was out of sight, I made my way into town. Despite what I'd told Fluttershy, my siren senses did want me to hunt. Looking around each pony, I couldn't help but want to taste them and delve their hidden side. I wanted to learn more about everypony, and my siren aspect fed on that desire and cultivated it into desire.

"Now there's a stallion that, if I didn't already know, I'd say wanted something very specific." Feather Bangs' tone was barely above a purr. "Out on the prowl, Sure?"

Feeling more than excited enough, I stepped proudly over to Feather and kissed him. The surprise in his eyes, the way they fluttered closed, did nothing to dissuade me from making it a joyful, powerful kiss. Fluffing out my wings, I pressed my advantage and worked my tongue between his lips.

A hungry moan from my master told me more than words ever could. I continued the contact, reveling in the connection we shared. The kiss lasted far longer than I'd intended, but for some reason I couldn't get enough of the taste of him.

"Sure Beat, there are few I'd welcome that kind of advance from—you are very good at kissing." Feather licked his lips in appreciation. "But you have been missing from my wagon for a night, and while I can see new magic boiling through you, there should be more."

"I found an old friend," I said. "An old flame."

"You didn't drink from them—" Feather leaned in and sniffed at me, "—him."

"She knew about sirens." The words stole all the animation and warmth from Feather's eyes. "She won't tell anypony if we don't do anything bad, but she—he wants to talk to you."

His eyes looked as far from cuddly now as he could get. Feather Bangs looked like he was ready to attack something. "How do we know they aren't going to Princess Twilight right now? And why do you keep changing their gender pronoun? Are they a changeling?"

"Fluttershy—"

"You're talking about one of the Element Bearers?!" Feather looked ready to kill. "We are leaving right n—"

"Feather!" It took every ounce of my strength and willpower to go against his command and hold his face so he was looking at me still. "She gave me her word, and her word is something I trust."

"With your life, Sure Beat? Would you trust her word with your life and ours?" His tone had changed from ice to curiosity. "What would you have us do, then?"

Daring, something Feather had trained into me, I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "She's making tea and expects us to visit. As for the pronouns, that's complicated."

"Sure Beat, you realize what we're putting on the line here?" Feather asked as he walked up the stairs of our wagon.

I followed him inside to see him writing a note. "We haven't hurt anypony here."

"How's Scootaloo?" I asked.

"She's recovered, even hung around for some more fun. Quite the mare—you'd like her." Feather finished writing his note and turned. "If this goes badly, our brothers will run. The place to meet up again is at Miss Salts', you understand?"

In other words, if we had to stand and fight, he wanted me to run. "That won't happen. Fluttershy gave her word, and I know Twilight wouldn't attack us."

"I'm going with you, little fish. If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't be doing that." He turned and walked up so our sides were brushing. Leaning in, Feather kissed my cheek. "Lead on."

Rather than walk at my side, Feather kept right behind me the whole way. The ogling I knew he was doing calmed my nerves a little—well, enough that I could relax into a more interesting hip-sway gait.

"About the pronouns," Feather asked. "I hadn't asked, but it was a little strange since all the bearers of the Elements are mares."

"It has to do with poison joke. When I knew her, she got a mild case of it and her voice dropped low. Now, with a little tickle from my magic, it went all the way." I looked back, but couldn't catch Feather looking at my rump. "We're almost there. See the little grove ahead?"

Feather didn't say anything as we approached Fluttershy's cottage. I stepped right up to the front door and knocked. "Fluttershy? I brought my—my master."

Feather's eyebrows rose and he turned to look at me. "Master?"

"It seemed right. I mean, you make all our decisions, and—"

"No no, I like it. It reminds me of all the bad vampony books I used to read." Feather stopped talking when the top half of Fluttershy's Dutch door opened with Fluttershy standing just within. "This is the brave pony who knew of me? My dear, I must thank you for not immediately reporting us."

"Y-Y-You're welcome, um…" His voice, deep and dreamy, trailed off into nothing as Fluttershy struggled with the problem of dealing with a monster. "Y-You're here to, uh, stop me talking?"

"Brave indeed. May I come in? I assure you, this isn't some ancient ritual, just politeness." Feather gestured to the lower door, and Fluttershy opened it. "My name is Feather Bangs, and I believe I have the pleasure of speaking to Fluttershy?"

Fluttershy fluffed his wings a little and stepped back. I could see a faint smile on his lips, talking to him calmly was the best way to put him at ease. "Y-Yes! I mean, you are. Please come inside, I've made some tea."

"Tea? Now there's a pony after my own heart. What kind is it? Tell me it's Flapsang Souchong, there's nothing better for calming down than a smoky cup of Flapsang." Feather slipped in the door before me.

"It—It is Flapsang!" Fluttershy's big wings twitched not with worry, but I could tell he was actually happy and excited. Feather, of course, could have smelled the tea and told me what plant it was from. "I-I expect you want to know h-how I know about you? Or did Big M—Did Sure Beat tell you?"

Feather settled down on the couch and appeared to get comfortable. "This is your house, Fluttershy. I wouldn't dream of pressing an issue until you wish to bring it up, but since you did…"

Fluttershy told his story again. While he spoke, I poured tea for everyone. Feather sat back and listened to every word, and when Fluttershy got to the deal he'd struck, he looked angry. Despite being upset, though, Feather waited until Fluttershy was done and staring into the bottom of his second cup of tea before he said anything.

"My dear, please don't assume we are anything like that beast you met. I have no way to actually make it up to you except to find him and ensure he doesn't do anything like that again." Feather's words were expertly chosen to set Fluttershy at ease, but his tone was almost ice. "I understand you and my littlest fish had a dalliance?"

"F-Fish?" Fluttershy asked. "Oh! Sure Beat? I guess…"

"This is how we prefer to operate. We ask, we offer, and we make our skills available to ponies for a price." Light and warmth was back in Feather Bangs' tone. He sipped from his cup with every evidence of appreciation for the tea. "We don't blackmail, we don't take, and we don't force anypony to do anything."

Fluttershy took a deep breath and let it out. "Sure Beat said that, but I—I don't want anypony getting hurt. I found him with my friend, and he said he fed on her, but she didn't look like she had been."

"Sure Beat? Who was this, and what was the outcome?" Feather's words could have been laced with compulsion, but they weren't.

"Rarity. The seamstress in town. I fed from her more than I have from any pony before." I couldn't help sounding awed at how much adoration she'd given me. "She didn't even blink."

"Another bearer of an Element of Harmony?" Feather shook his head. "Sure Beat, you don't keep a low profile, do you?" Despite his obvious disapproval of diving in the deep end, Feather was smiling.

Despite his smile, it was chastisement. I hung my head until I felt a wing wrap around my shoulder and pull me closer to Fluttershy's side. It was cozy to just snuggle against a bigger stallion. All my life as a pony, this had been the opposite of how things had happened. Leaning up, I nuzzled Fluttershy's jaw.

"This isn't what I expected. We've been caught before. I'd put up the illusion of a fight while my brothers got the wagon out of town, and then I'd let them chase me out. Cuddling has never been the result of our nature being discovered." With a sigh, Feather Bangs poured the next round of tea. I waited for him to say more, but he didn't open his mouth again until he was done pouring the three cups. "Do as your heart and head say, Sure Beat. It has led you well thus far."

"I want you to feed from me." Fluttershy's tone made the command from him seem extra strange. What surprised me was he was looking over my head at Feather. "If Sure Beat says it's safe, and won't hurt me, then I want him to promise to protect me if you do start to hurt me."

This was going somewhere I wasn't sure of. Me feeding didn't harm Rarity, but Feather was a full siren. "Fluttershy, Feather doesn't usually—"

"You know, normally I wouldn't, but I can make this something special." Slipping off the couch like the predator he was, Feather Bangs walked around the table the tea set sat on until he was standing before Fluttershy. "You like animals, don't you Fluttershy?"

"Y-Yes…"

I realized what Feather was going to do only a moment before he started to change. His body elongated, stretched out as he floated into the air. Bigger and bigger he grew until he took up most of the room.

It made a lot of sense. He'd picked up on all the signs of animals around Fluttershy's home. Beside me, Fluttershy stared in rapt attention as Feather Bangs swam a loop in the room. "That's amazing!"

Even I could feel the adoration pouring from him. Feather swam closer so that his much larger snout was close to Fluttershy's. Gently nuzzling, he kissed Fluttershy and fed.

My own hunger—I was always hungry as a siren—threatened to join in, but I'd promised Fluttershy I'd be the one making sure he didn't get hurt. I needn't have bothered. Feather was practically glowing a moment later, and still Fluttershy looked just as excited as at first.

Turning to look at me, Fluttershy had tears in his eyes. "You didn't tell me sirens were so beautiful!"

"This isn't his full size, Fluttershy. Feather wouldn't fit in your house." I had to hold back a shudder of desire—the smell of Fluttershy's adoration was so potent that I'd have given anything to taste it, but I was holding out for the right moment.

"Sure Beat, I must concede that you knew what you were talking about. He's delightful! I've only met one pony I could drink this deep from who never took harm from it, and she would be dangerous to meet again." Feather swirled and swam around the room. "Follow me! I'll show you everything!"

There was a tone in my master's voice I'd not heard before: whimsy. He laughed as he swam outside, and in the excitement I couldn't help but join him. Sloughing off my pony facade, I felt my magic lift me up and I swam after Feather.

Behind us, Fluttershy trotted out of his house and continued to stare in rapt attention. "You don't have a full tail yet? How long does it take to grow? You have the gemstone, can you do more siren magic? What does it feel like to swim through the air?"

I swam circles around Fluttershy, but above us Feather grew and grew. He wound up nearly as big as Fluttershy's house, and I couldn't help but feel proud that he was my master. He swooped down and hovered just before Fluttershy and Feather looked at him in utter disbelief.

"A-Are you okay? Are you still hungry? I can't feel you feeding anymore. Do you—" Fluttershy's trail of questions were halted by Feather's hoof reaching out to boop against his nose.

"I'm full, Fluttershy. Do you know how long it's been since I've been able to say that? How long I've lived since I was last sated?" His gemstone throbbing with power, Feather swam around and around us until he could almost touch his own tail. "Tell me, this other siren, how long ago was he here, what did he look like, and where did he go?"

"You're going after him?" Fluttershy turned in place to watch Feather swim lazily around him. It was like watching a big predator—sated—watching a little mouse. Only this little mouse had sated the predator and was why the predator was so happy. "I-I don't think—"

"You misunderstand. There are many reasons I will find this fish and suggest he leave for open water. Sure Beat, would you explain why I would hunt this siren?"

Fluttershy turned his head to look at me in expectation.

It wasn't a test, but was. I knew why Feather would hunt down such a siren, but suspected other reasons too. "He hunted in Equestria. Feather Bangs—all of us—are territorial, Fluttershy. Equestria is our territory. We take care of ponies and see they don't come to harm, so having a rogue siren making trouble is a big problem.

"And further, I think Feather Bangs likes you. Ponies that know of us are rare, maybe one or two in a town, and he treats them all like his personal property. I know they—you—aren't, but I think Feather is a little old-fashioned in his thoughts." I spared a look for Feather and noticed he was looking back with a curious expression. I hoped he wasn't about to get angry. "Old-fashioned, for a siren, is being a thousand years old or more."

"It is curious to be so open. Both relief and a sense of worry at the same time. It's true, I was raised in a time when ponies are just food. Long have I worked to change my opinion, but it's not easy to tame such a beast as ones own past. I can assure you, I have no wish to own you in the way you're thinking, Fluttershy, but you do live in my territory." Feather tightened his circle still more until he squeezed me out and coiled himself around Fluttershy, giving barely enough room for Fluttershy to turn about.

Fluttershy gulped and stood his ground. He was so brave when facing monsters and creatures, but if Feather had been a pony Fluttershy would have run inside and hidden under his bed. "Th-That's like a lot of predators, actually. T-T-Timberwolves a-always call me 'food'."

Feather stopped dead and looked at Fluttershy with surprise. "You talk to timberwolves? Most ponies tend to just get chewed on a bit. You are a surprising pony, Fluttershy. Very surprising."

"I can talk to all the animals, and they talk back—if they want to, that is. Timberwolves mostly just chase me, but I've found a few hurt ones that needed help. They don't really go out of their way to try to eat me, but I try not to put myself in their way." Fluttershy looked more embarrassed than scared.

"Feather?" I asked. "You might want to give her—him some space. Fluttershy gets a little, uh, worked up when meeting new ponies."

To my surprise, though, Fluttershy shook his head. "It's not that. Feather isn't a pony." He looked up into the curious face of Feather Bangs. "I just get a little nervous around predators."

"Would it help if I said I was fully fed?" Feather asked.

Fluttershy actually giggled. "It would, but I remember what it felt like when you fed on me." He seemed to be taking it surprisingly well. "I'd offered Big—Sure Beat, too, but he said he wanted to wait until we—"

"My little fish hasn't fed from you at all? Did he ask for your permission?" Feather looked over at me then back to Fluttershy. "He still has a lot of pony traits. Seeing ponies adapt to becoming sirens is what gives me hope that I will eventually stop being quite so—sirenish. Sure Beat begged me to teach him everything and offered his body to me as a canvas. I could do much for you too, Fluttershy."

I know my heart skipped a beat, and I was sure Fluttershy's did too. Pony and siren looked at each other, and for the barest moment I wondered if Fluttershy would say yes.

"N-No. I still have things I need to do." Fluttershy gave a firm nod of his head. "There's a lot of animals that need my help and I know I'd care less about helping them as a siren."

Loosing the most heartfelt and sad sigh, Feather shrank himself down and reshaped himself to be a pony again. Fluttering his lashes, Feather struck one of the poses that had melted my heart. Well, they melted my heart after I managed to stop seeing him as a rival. "Fluttershy, I could give you anything, but you know that already, so I'll give you just one promise."

After a few moments of waiting for the promise to no avail, Fluttershy finally asked Feather, "What promise?"

Feather's face lit up in huge smile. "So my promises do mean something? Wonderful. Every two years I will come past Ponyville. It might just be a visit to you, or it might be another few days spent giving the town a wild few nights, but I will come back and ask you to join me."

"S-So I could—I could live out my life and then say yes?"

"I have time on my fins, Fluttershy, I don't mind waiting for a beautiful pony to join me. Besides, I need to plan!" Feather danced on his hooves as if he had a pony dancing with him. He looked like he heard music he was moving with such perfect time. "With the reservoir of adoration you hold, it will take care and work to reduce you enough that I can make you a siren."

It struck me how much Feather seemed to care for Fluttershy. Sex, lust, play, and even feeding were day-to-day things for Feather Bangs, but finding a pony with whom to craft a siren was rare. He stopped his dance and, rearing up, held out a hoof to Fluttershy.

"S-So I don't need to say I'll do it today?" Fluttershy asked and got a nod. "All I have to do is say I will say yes one day?" Another nod. Tentatively holding out a hoof, Fluttershy barely touched Feather's and was scooped into a dance.

Music, and the magic of it, was literally what sirens do. I couldn't exactly make music on my own easily, so started humming a tune. The balance of magic was fine, if I just dumped everything into it I might as easily mesmerize Fluttershy as strike up a jaunty tune for them to dance to, but I'd had good teachers.

Feather and Fluttershy danced around out the front of the house. Feather didn't seem to mind being smaller than Fluttershy, though he did maintain the lead. I could have been jealous of them, but there was nothing sexual about it, and given my history I had no legs or wings to stand on when it came to monogamy.

Everything seemed perfect until a rainbow blur slammed into me. Shaken, I tried to get my hooves under me but was rushed again and struck in the jaw. The blows didn't hurt so much as stun me each time. Unsure what was happening, I tried to curl into a ball.

"Stop it!" Fluttershy's deep voice practically shook the ground with the intensity of his shout. "Rainbow Dash! What do you think you're doing?!"

"Saving you two from a—What kind of monster is this?" Cocky and sure of herself at first, Rainbow Dash's voice turned to confusion as she looked first at me, then at Fluttershy. "Uh, Fluttershy?"

"Now you listen here! They were being nice before you arrived. Now you've only gone and beaten up a poor, defenseless creature!" Fluttershy stomped his way over to me and then reached out with a wing.

Rather than continue in my current shape, I reverted back to the comfortable pegasus form that I loved. "I'm alright, really." I took his wing and let Fluttershy pull me up to my hooves. "No harm done."

Rainbow Dash just stared at me for a moment before shaking her head and looking at Fluttershy. "Okay, leaving shapeshifting fish-pony alone for a second—against my better judgment—what the heck happened, Fluttershy?"

"I—uh—well…" Fluttershy seemed to flounder for an idea. She wouldn't lie to her friend—not Rainbow Dash, and not on something important.

"We were talking," I said. "And he—she was talking about how poison joke affected her. I was absolutely curious about it, and Fluttershy agreed to show me what it would be like. I guess it got supercharged with magic or something, because she—well…" I gestured at Fluttershy as the conclusion to my story."

"Really? You expect me to believe that load of road-apples? Fluttershy, is that—Fluttershy?" Rainbow turned to Fluttershy only to see the relief my telling of the truth inspired. "You can't be serious!"

The looks Rainbow kept shooting Fluttershy didn't add up right in my head. She looked like she was trying to focus on looking at just Fluttershy's face, but Rainbow Dash's eyes kept straying down and back. It didn't take siren senses to see Rainbow's interest.

"A-Actually, he's telling the truth." Fluttershy looked just as surprised of that fact as he was apparently oblivious to Rainbow's interest. "Besides, I can always get it reversed by Zecora, it's kinda fun being big and strong for a change." As he said the last bit, Fluttershy stretched out his wings and struck a minor pose—he completely missed seeing Rainbow's jaw figuratively hit the ground.

Not that I didn't appreciate the pose Fluttershy took, he looked amazing.

"Well, look at the time!" Feather Bangs had affected a nervous tone and looked back toward town with a longing glance. "D-Don't forget what I said, please? I promise I won't!" Turning, he galloped back to town as fast as his hooves would take him. I just wish that one day I could be as good an actor as him.

"Okay, what exactly's going on here? What's with the dork and the monster here? And why do I have the feeling there's more to this than either of you are telling me?" Rainbow Dash had completely ignored Feather, and I had a feeling the only reason she included me in whatever was going on because I was a "monster" to her.

But the thing was Fluttershy was getting more nervous again. "He's just a pony with, uh—"

"I got attacked by a siren, okay? That's why I have the whole fish thing going on. It happened years ago, and I just try to keep it hidden and not bother anypony with it. Fluttershy wanted to see what I really looked like, so I just—" I didn't need to go any further. Years living with Applejack had taught me when the truth was better used than a lie, and I told Rainbow nothing but the truth.

"Whoa! That's pretty awesome, actually. Sorry about attacking you, but I get a little worked up when I think something's attacking my friends. I'm Rainbow Dash!" She stuck one wing out toward me.

Returning the gesture, I shook wings with her. "I'm Sure Beat."

She paused a moment, then Rainbow rolled her eyes. "Come on! Surely you've heard of me? Hero, former Wonderbolt, fastest pegasus in Equestria—Rainbow Dash!"

So full of herself after all these years—Rainbow Dash. "Doesn't ring any bells…" I looked at Fluttershy and winked.

Fluttershy's deep chuckle tickled down my spine like warm honey. "He's joking, Rainbow. Everypony knows about you."

"Well of course." It was time for me to stroke her ego a little. I remember liking it when she was really proud of herself. "Who doesn't know of the mare who can perform sonic rainbooms? You know, I've had a bit of a crush on you in the past."

Fluttershy and Rainbow both stared at me.

"What? It's true! Still kinda do." It was true, but then I'd always admired Rainbow's ability to shrug off anything that didn't make her feel better. That she was also the perfect mix of feminine and bravado that typified a tomboy, but it was also similar to the smaller and firm masculine look that I now typified.

Rainbow Dash had resumed flying and looked at me curiously. "Still do?"

I traced her body with my eyes, noting that her curves weren't the soft ones most stallions would delight in, but firm and tight muscles. "Absolutely. What about you, Fluttershy?" Baiting my hook, I joined Rainbow in turning to look at Fluttershy.

"W-W-Well I just—That is to say—I mean I—" Fluttershy looked trapped. He was looking this way and that, but certainly not at Rainbow.

"Fluttershy," I said and walked closer to Rainbow, "Look at her. Pegasi are often built for speed, but Rainbow Dash is the pinnacle of her species." Rainbow wasn't exactly doing anything to help at this point, so I took a hoof in things and grabbed her to set her on the ground. Guiding her legs with my hooves, I invaded Rainbow's personal space so completely that she was in shock.

Adjusting Rainbow Dash to stand in a way that truly showed off not just her lithe strength, but sensuality wasn't easy. The moment I tried to adjust her wings, she caught onto what I was doing and glared at me. "Play along."

"What? Why?" Rainbow sounded confused and not a little wary, but she kept her voice low.

"Because you want to see what Fluttershy can do in the sack." My answer stunned Rainbow long enough to get her properly posed. "Well?"

I'd used the pose myself often enough to know what parts of Rainbow's body Fluttershy would be focused on. His eyes were glued to the strong curve of Rainbow's rump. I almost had him.

"She has a thing for me?" Rainbow asked sotto voce.

Grinning at the curiosity in Rainbow's voice, I used a hoof to correct one of her wings leaving its slightly open position. "He does. His eyes are glued to your rear. Take a step—slow—and try to keep your upper body and wings in the same position."

Rainbow Dash took that step, and I watched Fluttershy's wings shoot up into the air a moment before he rushed back into his house. "What happened?"

"Rainbow, he's your best friend. If you can't tell when he's embarrassed about his feelings, I can tell you he's embarrassed about his feelings. Would you like some tea?"

I got two steps toward Fluttershy's cottage before Rainbow Dash recovered her wits and zoomed around in front of me. "What makes you think you know Fluttershy better than I do?!" She looked ready to fight again.

Rolling my eyes, I started to step around her only to be blocked again. "I don't know him better than you, I just know this one pony he'd like to try something with, and figured I'd let them know." I glared at Rainbow, daring her to call me out.

"Tea?"

"Come on. It starts with tea." This time, when I stepped around her, Rainbow Dash turned with me and walked toward Fluttershy's cottage. "I can't believe you two never got together."

"Wait a second. You're speaking like you know her—him—really well. How long have you two been, err—?"

"I've been away a while, but we used to spend some cold nights together a few years ago." Walking through the open door to Fluttershy's home, I gestured to the couch. "He'll probably come down when he smells the tea brewing. Fluttershy never could resist a cup of tea."

"It's strange. You speak like you know me and Fluttershy, but I've never seen you before. I'd definitely remember a half siren in town, and I don't think Fluttershy would be able to keep a secret like that." Rainbow's eyes were glued to the stairs while she spoke.

Not for the first time today, I made tea. "I wasn't part siren back then. This is more recent. I'm also a little forgettable if you're busy saving Equestria every other day, or teaching at a school, or being a member of the Wonderbolts, or…"

With a chuckle, Rainbow nodded. "Fair enough. How'd you really do the whole stallion thing with her?"

"Siren magic involves change, it's how I can look like a normal pony. I supercharged the poison joke. He was really pent up." The water was just reaching a boil as I finished speaking. I measured out more tea for the pot and tipped in the boiling water. "I'll need to go into town to replace all the snacks we're using up."

The sound of a heavy hoof on the stairs and Rainbow's attention shifting to them alerted me to Fluttershy's presence. "Jasmine tea," I said. "Would you like some?"

"He told me this is all his fault. It's cool, Fluttershy. Why don't you come over and sit down?" Rainbow Dash sounded a lot more calm about the situation than I thought she'd be—maybe she'd grown a little in the last few years? When Fluttershy started to sit down on the second couch—alone—Rainbow patted the spot beside her. "Fluttershy, over here."

It clicked in my head now, Rainbow had made up her mind. The predator in me hissed in excitement at the prospect of a meal. Fluttershy had given me permission, but Rainbow hadn't. "Why don't we all say what we want to and get it out in the open so we can talk about it?" I asked.

When neither Rainbow nor Fluttershy replied, I sighed and rolled my eyes. "I guess I get to start. I want to fuck both of you."

"What?!" Rainbow's head spun around to glare at me. "What did you just say?"

"The truth. I enjoy sex. I enjoy the way it makes two—or more—ponies so amazingly happy and connected if for just a few moments. I enjoy seeing somepony smile when they remember it." I shrugged and started to pour the tea. "How do you take it?"

"WHAT?!"

"Your tea," I asked Rainbow again. "How do you take it?"

Fluttershy got a case of the chuckles and giggles this time, and the sound was music to me. It wasn't adoration, but it was a pony I cared about in a good mood. "H-He's right. It is fun."

Rainbow Dash almost looked about to explode, then in a first for me, I saw her rethink her words. "The tea?"

Continued giggles almost threatened to overwhelm Fluttershy. "No, silly. I mean sex is fun. Tea is nice too, but there's something magical about connecting and sharing so much with one pony—or more—"

"Why do you both keep saying 'Or more'?" Rainbow took her cup of tea and sipped it. "You're talkin' like I'm just going to join in with—Did you two plan this?"

"Not really," I said as I passed another cup to Fluttershy, "But when an opportunity presents itself, I don't turn it down."

Rainbow seemed to ignore the cup held in her wing. "So, what, you both—with me—at the same time? I'm pretty awesome, but I don't know if I can keep both of you busy at the same time."

"You know, Rainbow, for a mare you sure are cocky. I happen to know a lot of things two mares and a stallion can do together, or even two stallions if said mare gets worn out too quick—" I didn't get to finish, not with Rainbow Overly Competitive Dash present.

"Nuh-uh! You could never wear me out. No way, no how!"

"R-Rainbow, remember he's part siren. He has more—um—stamina than a normal pony." As she spoke, however, I could see a change in Fluttershy. Had her nervousness changed from this might happen to how will this happen?

"It. Doesn't. Matter! Nopony and nosiren can wear me out!"

I'd barely rescued the cup from Rainbow's careless grip as she struck a pose and flared her wings. It wasn't exactly adoration, but my hunger stirred at the mix of emotions she was radiating. I passed her back her cup and leaned closer to mock whisper to her, "Then prove it."

That, apparently, reminded Rainbow Dash of what claims she was making. She blushed beet-red and I swear if anypony made a sound, she'd have bolted for the door. As it was, she took a sip of the tea, sat a moment, then laughed. "I walked into that."

"You did," Fluttershy said with his beautiful deep voice. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

Rainbow waved a hoof dismissively. "Nah. You've both talked it up so much now I gotta see what you're talkin' about. I guess I just figured my first time would be a bit different, was all."

"Wait. This is your first time?" I couldn't believe it. "Your first time ever?!"

It was Fluttershy's deep laugh that told me I'd just been played.

Looking up at me with a confident smirk, Rainbow poked my side with a wingtip. "Gotcha. Not even my first time with two stallions, though the last time they were a bit more focused on me. You two already—uh…"

"In a manner of speaking," I said. "So, what do you want to do?"

Gulping down all her tea, Rainbow turned to Fluttershy and looked him up and down. "First, I want you to do whatever you want, Fluttershy. I don't want you to hold back at all." She turned back to me and opened her mouth.

"Don't say that to me unless you mean it." The beast and hunger inside me was swimming around just behind my eyes. I wanted her to say that so bad, but I had to be careful.

"Fuck you. You can't do all that build-up and then say that. I want whatever you can give me, and I'll give back twice as hard." The temerity in Rainbow's voice made me want to howl and show her everything I was, but then, she'd already seen me for what I was. "Yeah, I said that. Bring it, tough g—"

Using one wing I plucked the empty teacup from Rainbow's grip, set it and my own to the side, and lunging forward I shoved my belly against her back as she instinctively twisted to move away. Rainbow Dash had told me I could do anything. I hungered for the adoration I knew burned within her. Closing my mouth around the scruff of Rainbow's neck, I squeezed down for a moment before letting go again. "You said whatever. Do you really mean I can do whatever I want?"

Rainbow Dash surprised me and did what nopony had done to me since I started becoming a siren—she overpowered me physically. Tilting to the side, one of her wings grabbed my foreleg and pulled it under her while her back legs shoved up and forward. My world turned upside down and I was left staring up at a grinning blue face. "Whatever you want." To my further shock, she kissed me.

There was no way she should have been able to do what she'd just done, but the results spoke just as loud as her words. I rolled over and let loose with a purring growl. "Anything—"

"Stop!" Fluttershy's voice, deep as it was, cut through the haze of arousal Rainbow had stirred within me. "You will not be doing this beside my best tea set!" Rainbow and I both stared as Fluttershy picked up the tea tray with his wing and—with his tail cocked to the side so we could both see all of his rump—carried it to the kitchen and put it away.

Author's Notes:

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