Fluttershy landed outside the market, folding her wings and wiggling her rump then sighed. I forgot my saddlebags. Of course, I forgot my saddlebags. I had to go all over the area taking care of animals when I haven't even eaten yet because... she blushed and felt her heartbeat quicken as she thought of the previous fifteen hours. Her time with Pinkie was the best she'd spent in ages with another pony in such closeness, and she relished it even now.
Her wings began to open as she thought back to the night, what freedom she'd felt, and then the passionate embrace of Pinkie that same very morning. She heard a pony giggling and broke her concentration, she looked and saw two teenage mares obviously hiding their laughter from her. She ducked her head and began to walk away before she noticed why they were laughing. Her wings were stiff and fully extended; an obvious sign of arousal she hadn't personally experienced since she was much younger.
Her face heated as she looked for a place to hide until she could get control of her wings again and quickly ran down an alley she was beside. She turned left at an intersection and stopped before she exited, willing her wings to move under her control.
After a couple minutes, she was able to flex her wings and when she was sure she was out of danger of further embarrassment she exited the alley and took note of where she was. She blinked twice and smiled as she began a happy trot to Sugarcube Corner. She entered and when she saw Pinkie Pie behind the counter she felt a familiar tension in her flight muscles. She chose a table near the corner and cantered to it, climbing into the booth she scooted to the corner and slouched as her wings extended again, her mind defying her and letting the memories and feeling return with such intensity she could feel it in her privates.
She jumped an inch off the seat when Mrs. Cake greeted her sweetly. "Oh, darling, is everything okay? Would you like some water?" the mare asked.
"N-no, I'm sorry, Mrs. Cake, I'm having a, uh," Fluttershy froze, unable to explain.
"Oh, it's perfectly fine. I thought there was something amiss, so I grabbed the foal's blanket for you to hide your," she looked at the obvious problem, "embarrassment," she said softly as she reached her hoof under her apron and produced a green blanket and passed it to Fluttershy. "Now, can I get you a smoothie or chocolate milk?"
She draped the blanket over her back and kept her gaze and ears low. "Thank you, Mrs. Cake. I'm, having a problem I can't control and," she paused, furrowing her brow, "I can't get her out of my head." She looked up and made eye contact with the older mare. "Is that wrong of me?" she glanced past her to Pinkie, standing at the counter and taking payment for something.
"Cinnamon on a bun, of course not," Mrs. Cake said moving closer to the table and rearing to rest her forelegs on it, "anypony you love is worth a little embarrassment. I remember when I met Mr. Cake," she tilted her head and smirked, "it was far from love at first sight, to be honest. When we met, I thought he preferred eclairs over turnovers."
Fluttershy frowned for a second then gasped, snapping her eyes to meet Mrs. Cake's. When the blue mare nodded, she continued. "Well, I wasn't going to court him since I thought he wasn't into mares, which wasn't a problem to me or my friends. I became best friends with him and we spent hours a day together doing all kinds of fun things. Then one day," she rolled her eyes and snorted, "I was talking with him about who I'd like to be my first real mate, since using toys during heat wasn't enough sometimes," she giggled, "then he kissed me."
"He, just kissed you? Without proper courting or did you lead him on?" Fluttershy asked as her wings lowered while she focused.
"Oh, he actually thought I was courting him. I didn't know that and when he kissed me I didn't feel anything at first, then he put a hoof on my cheek and, well, let's just say it's good I wasn't in heat," she giggled at Fluttershy's slack-jawed reaction. "That was when we realized we had fallen in love long before then, because we were friends for months first. That's why it worked out so well, we learned about each other. What we liked, needed, wanted, and most of all what we desired, and we both desired what the other had," she blushed with her smile.
Fluttershy sighed and noticed how she'd moved to the table's edge and was resting her chin on her steepled hooves. "Awe, so you and Mr. Cake have been in love for so long because you made a mistake?"
"Well, I wouldn't call it a mistake. More of a misunderstanding, and one I don't want you to make. I know how our Pinkie feels about you and what she'd be willing to do for you. Now, vanilla bean, don't doubt your feelings, just let them guide you. Now, how about a cookie, on the house while I get you a chocolate milk," she winked, "on you."
Fluttershy sighed happily as her gaze moved to Pinkie again. "Yeah, that sounds lovely. Thanks, Pinkie."
As Fluttershy watched Pinkie move quickly to fill an order, she felt the warmth in her chest that wasn't erotic. It was passionate and caring. A feeling she'd blocked, pushed aside, and redirected to her animals was now unblocked and flowing freely through her veins, offering her another sensation she wasn't familiar with, but knew about. True love sparked then toked a flame inside her that threatened to overtake her senses as a desire to be held in Pinkie's embrace again overshadowed her need to avoid embarrassment or criticism of others.
Her eyes followed Pinkie's every motion until their eyes met. Pinkie grinned and waved a foreleg before leaving the counter and hopping over to the open seat in the other booth.
"Heya, Flutters, what's goin' on. All done with your animals? Ooo, that looks just like the foals' blanket! They'll get a kick out of you having one just like it."
Fluttershy smiled at Pinkie and spoke softly, pulling the blanket over her shoulders. "No, Pinkie, it's theirs. I had a slight arousal related issue," she blinked and tilted her head slightly. "Why... did I say that?"
"Uhm, maybe because," she leaned closer and lowered her voice, "you were aroused."
"Oh, yes. But, I... I just said it, and I don't feel embarrassed or scared. Is there something wrong with me?"
Pinkie slid under the table and emerged sitting next to Fluttershy with a thermometer in her hoof. "Open up and say 'ahhh'."
"Pinkie, uhm, you know that's a rectal thermometer, right?" They both looked at it and snickered.
"Well, bend over and say-"
"Icing on a warm cake, Pinkie, were you about to use the foals' thermometer on Fluttershy?" Mrs. Cake tisked twice and shook her head. "Pinkie, please give that to me and I'l give you your marefriend's drink, okay?"
"Sure thing, boss lady!" They traded amicably. "Wow, what a weird word."
"Yes, marefriend can be surprising when it's yours, but-"
"No," Pinkie looked around, "'amicably'. Somepony broke out the dictionary for that one!"
Fluttershy and Mrs. Cake looked at Pinkie, then each other, and shrugged. "Pinkie-Winkie, may I have my chocolate milk while you, um, talk about words?"
"Huh, oh, sure thing. Here ya go, my Butter-Flutter! Hmm, Flutter-Butter? Oh! I know; Shybie! I like it, don't you girls?"
Fluttershy took the drink and placed it on the table leaned over to Pinkie, and gently bit on her ear. Pinkie stopped talking instantly and shivered from snout to tail, a grin holding firm as she turned to nuzzle the pegasus.
"Well, I think I need to put some powdered sugar on, well something. You two remember you're in public, now, and if you need anything just holler." Mrs. Cake took her leave and left them alone.
"Flutters, why'd you do that? You know it's one of my spots," Pinkie whispered as she rolled to her side.
Fluttershy removed her hoof from a place in Pinkie's mane and smoothed the hair back into place. "You were being a little too energetic, so I tickled your spot and nipped your ear, it's how we'll know when you're talking too much."
"Well, I can understand that, but what if we're in a more public place and you don't feel like nipping my ear? What the-hhhhh-" Pinkie's eyes closed slowly as she moaned quietly.
"Then I'll touch one of your spots, like this," Pinkie gasped and twitched her neck as Fluttershy let her hoof touch firmly and drag in a serpentine path down her side. Pinkie squealed, twitched, curled, and trembled as her lovers hoof gently brushed against the skin beneath her coat. It all came to a head when Fluttershy lifted her hoof from the pink mare and then pressed her it into the cotton candy mane, Pinkie almost literally melted as she rolled from the booth to the floor. Fluttershy giggled when she looked under the table. "I smell blue cotton candy, Pinkie. Are you getting excited?" she teased.
"Yeah, that happens a lot around you," Pinkie sighed and climbed back up to sit with her mare, placing a hoof on Fluttershy's leg after an approving nod. "So, you know my tickle spots, got it. What about if I go for yours?" she wiggled her eyebrows.
"No, not in public, Pinkie." Pinkie waggled her hooves and started reaching for Fluttershy. "Pinkie, I said 'no'," she lowered her voice to a harsh whisper that commanded respect and obedience. Her eyes widened and Pinkie felt the world turn into a blur as she focused on the eyes staring at her. "No, Pinkie," Fluttershy said intently, flaring her wings suddenly, startling several ponies in the shop as well as Pinkie. "If you're going to be a naughty puppy then you're gonna have to go home and think about what you've done, young lady."
Pinkie smiled and winked at Fluttershy. "Woof-woof!" she hopped to the floor and ran in a circle several times before ponies groaned and went back to their business.
"She's silly, mommy. I wanna chase my tail, too," a filly said from a nearby table.
Fluttershy relaxed and drank her drink while Pinkie crawled under the table and lay at Fluttershy's hooves, panting happily.
"Darling, she's weird and you just worry about your own cutie mark, not what she does with hers."
"Okay, mommy," the filly said as she looked under the table to Pinkie the puppy with a smile. "Hi, I don't think you're weird. you're fun."
Pinkie replied with a wink and bark. Shortly afterward, Fluttershy finished her small meal and left three bits on the table before she made to leave. She looked back and tilted her head to the doorway. "Come, Pinkie, we have something to do back at the cottage." She watched as Pinkie crawled from under the table and let her tongue roll from her mouth as she galloped to and around Fluttershy, then leaped to the door and scratched at it lightly with a hoof and whimper.
The room fell into silence at the scene. When Fluttershy opened the door and patted Pinkie on the head, and closed to door softly as Pinkie ran in random directions seeming to sniff spots and ponies, the room returned to normal after a brief addition to friendly conversations about how the barers of the Elements of Harmon were the weirdest and most eccentric of ponies.