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You avert your gaze in embarrassment, but cannot help stealing quick glances back to her plot. She seems oblivious both to her undercarriage being exposed and to your ogling said undercarriage. Tentatively, you take in what details you can from where you are without moving.

Both her vulva and anus glisten softly from the sweat from her walk. The moisture brings out the soft, satiny texture of her privates. The small ridge just before her vulva opening catches the light, separating itself from the rest of the form. You aren’t sure, but you think you can catch the delicate pink of her clitoris peaking out from behind her fleshy curtains. Wait, did she just wink!?

Not her eye of course since you aren’t looking there, but you do snap your gaze to her face to see it blushing and looking right at you! Frozen in fear and feeling no small amount of anxiety, guilt, and embarrassment; you look away from Fluttershy entirely. You focus with all your might on a bug that crawls along a long blade of grass in front of you. You don’t know what kind of bug it is, nor do you really care.

“D-did you like what you saw?” she asks softly. “You can look some more… If you want to…” There is no anger in her voice; no chastisement. There is something else in her voice however that gives you pause: anticipation? You aren’t sure. You don’t move.

“I’m not angry with you,” she states. “Please look at me.”

Slowly you turn to lock eyes with her. There is no anger in her eyes, but there is certainly something in those turquoise orbs of hers: hope? trust? longing?

The blush on her face deepens as your eyes meet. She breaks the gaze ever so briefly as she fights her natural timidity, but she does her best to hold your gaze.

“I’m a selfish pony…” she says. The last descriptor you would use for her is selfish, but you say nothing and wait for her to continue.

“I very much enjoyed our walk. But that wasn’t the main reason I invited you. You see…” She squirms cutely as she tries to get the words out.

“Well…I’m…,” she hesitates again. “I’m in heat…” You barely catch that her last sentence due to her whispering it; however, you still got the message.

The first thing you ask her is why she’s telling you this. You ask if she can’t take care of it herself.

“Well… It’s not the same if I take care of myself… The feeling is still there afterword. I’ve talked to my friends in the past. They’ve even helped me from time to time.” She blushes hard before continuing. “But I’m tired of asking them for help with this.”

You ask if the spa ponies Aloe & Lotus can help.

“I don’t want their help!” she states in frustration. “Not with this… It’s too personal…” She looks pleadingly your way.

“I want you to help me this time…”

You have already assumed that a while back. Nevertheless, you ask why she wants you.

“Because you are a sweet friend and I-I…” she hesitates and swallows hard. “I like you!” Her voice squeaks as she makes her exclamation. Her face scrunches into a cringe as she regains her composure.

You state how you like her too, but you are unsure about helping her with her ‘problem.’

“Please…” she whispers. Then her expression changes like she got an idea.

“Maybe if I showed you just how needy I am, you’ll change your mind.”

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