”So, um...” Rarity drummed her hooves on the tabletop. “How do you two... you know...”
Fluttershy tilted her head, an ear flopping.
With an awkward cough, Rarity levitated up a fry and an onion ring from her plate. Slowly, she slid the fry through the ring.
“Ah.” Fluttershy took a sip of her tea, eyes closed.
“Was that too personal?" Rarity flushed. "We’re so open about so many things--”
“We don’t.”
Rarity paused, frowning. “Excusez-moi?”
“My husband is an ageless chaos entity,” said Fluttershy. “He doesn’t really have physical needs.”
“Goodness.” Rarity nommed the still-floating fry. “Well, what about you? Any, er... frustration?”
“Not really. That stuff's never been important to me.” Fluttershy shrugged. “Besides, there’s more than one way to experience physical intimacy.”
Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Such as?”
“Oh, Rarity. Don't you know?” With a wink, Fluttershy said, “A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”