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"Okay," Exie said, looking over Fluttershy's shoulder to make sure the shadows were still in the kitchen. "I don't know if this is gonna work but I can't think of anything else. Where is your closet?"

"It's just over by the stairs."

"All right, lead me to it quietly."

Fluttershy nodded. At least she paid attention well. The two crept through the living room, eyes still focused on the kitchen entrance as they snuck in case the two phantoms came back. The floorboards creaked underneath their adorable hooves as they kept themselves low.

Exie followed Fluttershy and slowly her eyes drifted to the back of the yellow mare in front of her. A pink tail attached to a plush, yellow, bouncing cushion teased her as she walked. Her jaw clenched and her eyelid and left ear twitched involuntarily. Six months. Six months since Exie had enjoyed the pleasurable company of another pony and she was beginning to feel desperate. Now, she was staring her weakness in the face: hot plot. Exie couldn't help but imagine grabbing Fluttershy from behind and thoroughly testing the stability of every piece of furniture in her cottage.

They approached a door at the side of her stairs. "What do we need from my closet?"

Maid outfit, nurse uniform, saddle, shoehorn, two feet of hose, six double-A batteries, you, me and the next four hours uninterrupted. Maybe also some nice music. "Um... "Sexy maid Fluttershy. Train of thought derailed by plot. The image of Fluttershy wearing a small, sexy black skirt was stuck in Exie's vision. It felt like the picture would literally burn its way out of her corneas. She forgot what she was doing.

Fluttershy turned back to her. "Are you okay? Are you scared?" she asked in a timid whisper.

Mouth watering, sweat pouring off her coat, knees shaking and loins burning, Exie could do little more than nod emphatically with her mouth agape.

"I'm sorry... I'm scared, too," Fluttershy replied, putting a hoof on her shoulder. The slightest fluttering of her wings blew a faint breeze over Exie. Her eyes started watering; the sexual tension was too much to take. She felt like she wanted to bathe every part of her body, especially her face, in every surface of the yellow Pegasus in front of her. If she didn't find relief, she was either going to melt, explode or faint. Probably in that order.

"We're going to get through this. Together," Fluttershy declared softly. She was an angel. And Exie wanted to eat her.

Fluttershy hugged her again in that moment. Instantly, Exie's body was awash in ecstasy and she felt like screaming. Now, she no longer was worried about the shadows but more concerned with getting to a bathroom.

"We'll take it one step at a time," Fluttershy released Exie and turned to place a hoof on the door hoofdle. Turning it, she opened the closet slowly to avoid making noise.

"~Fluttershy opened up the closet door, jus' when they thought they couldn't take any more~" Inside the dark closet was a man in glasses sitting at a piano. He stared off into the darkness as he merrily played.

"~How are they ever gonna break this hex? And it's been six months since Exie last had... Oh, hi Fluttershy," the man noticed the two mares.

"What were you about to say?" Exie asked.

"Hi Randy," Fluttershy said back. "This is my friend Exie."

"~Exie the OC starin' back at Randy~" the man sang again.

"Exie, this is Randy Newman. He's a musician."

Randy smiled and waved at Exie. "~Pretty little pony with her mane of red and all she wants to do is get Fluttershy inta bed~" And there went the lady lumber. Like the built-up pressure in a bottle ready to burst off the cork, Exie could feel the pressure being let off slowly instead. Her own excitement fizzed until it dissolved into nothing. Randy's music had mercilessly murdered the mare's mood.

Exie managed an awkward smile and waved back. "Thank you, Randy. That was... nauseating." She leaned over to Fluttershy. "What is Randy Newman doing in your closet?" she whispered.

"Pixar got Daniel Ingram to do the music for their new movies so Randy's out of work at the moment. I invited him to come live with me."

"That... actually makes sense."

"Mhm," Fluttershy shut her eyes pleasantly and agreed. "So, what did you need out of my closet?'

"Oh!" Exie had forgotten. No, the author hadn't. "Have you ever seen Ghostbusters?"

Fluttershy shook her head. "Ghosts scare me... so does busting."

Exie thought. "Have you ever played Luigi's Mansion?"

She shook her head again. "Games featuring secondary characters in primary roles scare me... so does the Gamecube title screen. And Nintendo's marketing strategy."

"They have a marketing strategy?"

"No, they don't," Fluttershy looked away. "That's what scares me."

Exie nodded. "It scares a lot of us. But, do you have a vacuum cleaner or something in your closet?"

"No..." Fluttershy admitted, her sorrowful tone conveying her shame that she was afraid. "Things that suck scare me."

"So no Michael Bay movies..." Exie thought aloud.

"Hey Fluttershy!" Duncan's voice called from behind them. The two mares turned to see the two shadows watching them. "Listen, me and Craig were thinking about inviting a few guys over and-"

"Meep!" Fluttershy squeaked. Quickly, she shoved Exie behind her and closed the closet door shut.

The yellow Pegasus grabbed Exie again and shivered. In the pitch-black darkness of the closet, Exie felt Fluttershy's warm body against hers. Just like that, she was turned on again. The smell of Fluttershy's mane intoxicated her; she couldn't help but wrap her forelegs around the shaking Pegasus. She buried her muzzle into Fluttershy's mane felt her heart beat against her side. She stroked Fluttershy's long hair until she began to calm down. Exie purred in pure Exie-tasy.

A second appendage touched Exie's shoulder from the back. It felt like a cold, dry hand. Exie almost jumped out of her skin before she remembered they weren't alone in the closet.

"Randy, um, please could you?"

Fluttershy moved away from Exie, breaking their embrace for a moment. "That's not Randy Newman; it's Gary Busey."

Another hand clapsed her other shoulder. "Hi. I'm Gary Busey."

"Nya-aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" Exie screamed.

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