> Fluttershy's Decision
>  by Gabriel LaVedier
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> Fluttershy's Decision
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	Fluttershy trotted lightly through her girlfriend’s bedroom, upstairs at the Carousel Boutique. She had been in there many times; Rarity was a dear, but seldom liked to stay at her home because of all the critters wandering around, including Angel. The fact that she did at all was a sign of her affection. The very thought made the shy mare smile, as she wandered among the beautiful dresses and accessories that were scattered out in the open. ‘I have many beautiful things in my room, Fluttershy,’ she had once said, almost seeming to prepare for a pre-emptive scolding regarding the things in question. ‘But nothing will ever compare to you.’
Fluttershy blushed deeply at the kind words. She gently nudged open the closet, to see if there were any new things to try on. She had been given full authority to try on any thing that caught her fancy, and had grown to enjoy the feel of beautiful fabric on her body. She was becoming quite the clothes horse.
While nudging aside some of the objects on the floor of the closet she came across something new. It was an object. Long, blunt, substantial. A blush leaped to her face immediately. She had always expected to see such a thing some day. She wasn’t as naïve as she appeared and knew such things existed. And what they were for. And she wasn’t about to think that Rarity never needed such a thing. She was mature, and had been alone before.
Fluttershy timidly drew the thing out of the closet, using a scarf to move it to the bed. In the light of day, it looked even more imposing. Thick and squat, in several colors. Her breath quickened as she contemplated it. It was Rarity’s. That made it special. But it brought to mind a quandary. If Rarity owned this and used it, it meant something to her. Perhaps she would wish to… Share it.
“Oh my… It’s so much… Bigger than I thought something like this might be. I… I don’t know if I could even… Eep!” The very idea of it made Fluttershy quiver and stare at the item with a terrified intensity. “It’s so blunt. Is that… Is that how they look? I don’t know about anything like this.”
She continued to observe the object, gulping loudly as she contemplated the smooth, shining surface. “I do… I DO love Rarity. And I want to do my best to make her happy. If she wants this… I’ll do my best. I suppose I should… I should become familiar with it somehow. M-maybe just…” Fluttershy approached slowly, gently pressing her nose against the side of the thing, moving it up and down to get a feel for it.
“If I must, I guess, I’ll… I’ll have to… Oh my…” She shuddered as she felt the surface against her. And then her mouth opened, tongue sliding out to gently drag over blunt top. There was no taste save the light flavor of plastic. It was so broad, she could barely imagine opening her mouth enough to get it around it. But, this belonged to Rarity. It was something that meant something to her, so she wanted to make it something she could enjoy. She had to at least try.
She worked her jaw open, stretching it wider and wider. She didn’t quite have the jaw-elasticity of Pinkie Pie, but like most citizens of Equestria, she had the capacity for situational jaw-flexibility. Normally she used it for eating delicious baked goods. Now she was trying… To make sure she could stand up to what Rarity would eventually ask.
The tip of the thing slid into her mouth, eventually. The edges slid around the edges of her stretched-to-capacity maw. It was all she could do to keep it there. Just the smallest bit of it in there, but it was in there. And then the door to the room opened and Rarity stepped in, a smile on her face.

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Later that day, the six ponies were gathered around a table at the local restaurant, five of them with various plates of food before them, Fluttershy with her head tucked down almost under the table with her hair failing to cover the giant, deep-red blush all over her cheeks.
Rarity was speaking animatedly, though looking somewhat confused and bemused. “… And when I went into my room, for some strange reason, Fluttershy was attempting to drink out of the empty thermos I bought for Sweetie Belle’s Cutie Mark Crusaders campouts, but without removing the lid.”

The End