>The ocean waves splash up against the beach as gulls call from the swift air currents above.
>Though the sun is strong, you are protected from its rays in the shade of a large umbrella.
>You lay on a large green blanket under the sun, wearing sunglasses and sporting a line of sunscreen on your snout to protect your sensitive muzzle from being burned.
>Coco Pommel lays next to you on her back in the sun.
>It was her idea to come to the beach.
>Even though you hate the sun, its horrid glare is tolerable because-
>"Hey girls, the water is a bit cold, but you can get used to it real fast."
>Anon comes jogging up the beach.
>He's wearing only a pair of black trunks and a pair of sunglasses.
>You let the popsicle you're sucking slide out of your mouth and lower your shades to openly ogle him.
>From taking a dip in the ocean, water drips down his skin from his shoulders down.
>Your eyes move down from his chest to his belly, to the bulge outlined by his wet shorts...
>He takes a seat on the blanket next to you and sighs.
>Just as you're about to ask if he would like some more sunscreen rubbed on, Coco speaks up.
>"Hey Anon?"
>Both of you look over at her.
>Coco is now wearing a one-piece swimsuit.
>A tight one-piece swimsuit.
>It hugs all of her just-plump-enough curves in all the right places.
>She twists a little on her back and holds her hooves tucked innocently, "What do you think, Anon?"
>What is happening?
>Deep down, your blood begins to boil as Anon openly eye-fucks your friend.
>"That looks really good on you, Coco. You should stand up and show us the back side."
>Coco gets up, standing on two hooves and pulling her tail aside to show off her plump rear.
>The swimsuit is digging into her soft cheeks, threatening to snap and release all the flank it contains.
>Coco looks back at Anon, her cheeks pink and expression that of a timid filly.
>Your teeth are grinding together.
>Is she really seducing Anonymous in front of you?
>She knows how you feel about him.
>Anon nods in approval, "You could be a model, Coco. You are way too sexy not to be."
>Coco giggles and sits down in Anon's lap.
>You are too stunned to react now.
>They're not even trying to be discreet.
>It's like they totally forgot you are here.
>Anon looks uncomfortable with all that flank on his damp crotch.
>Coco looks up, "Anon, I noticed you didn't put sunblock on your back. It would be ever so dreadful if you were to get a burn..."
>Anon nods, a pleased look on his face.
>You can see that Coco is moving her hips in slow circles.
>"Mind if I apply some for you?"
>You could stop this.
>You could push Coco off of him right now and call her a slut.
>But that might make Anon hate you.
>After all, Coco is the prettier mare.
>She has a better body.
>Better looks.
>A better mane.
>"Miss Eri, could you give me the sunblock so I can lather Anon?"
>You gaze dumbfounded at her extended hoof.
>She giggles and gets up off Anon, who quickly lays down on his stomach.
>"I'll just get it myself," Coco picks up the bottle of sunblock from beside you.
"What are you doing?"
>Your friend straddles Anon, sitting on his butt and squirting some lotion onto his back, "Taking care of Anon, silly."
>Coco begins to rub the sunblock into Anon's skin while grinding her crotch slowly against his rear.
>Anon moans a little against the blanket, "Coco... That feels so good... You're making me melt..."
>As she works rubbing Anon's tan skin, Coco stares into your eyes, smirking down upon you, "I know it does. I know how to make a human feel good. Every good mare knows how to make a human-"
>She leans down and whispers into Anon's ear, one hoof reaching under his groin and massaging, "Cum~."
>Anon moans and thrusts his hips back up off the ground.
>"Oh Coco! I'm c-c-CUM-"

"I'M CUMMING!"
>You sit up in the bed, your body locking up as an intense orgasm roars through you.
>Struggling to stiffle your moan, you fall back onto the bed and shiver while fluids squirt out around your hoof and stain Coco's sheets.
>In the dark of your friend's room, you lie and pant as shiver-inducing remnants of your wet dream make their way through you.
>Only now do you realize that you were dreaming.
>Your anger and confusion begin to ebb away.
>"Mmm- Eri?"
>Coco Pommel sits up from the cot beside her bed.
>Only now do you realize that you had awoken from your dream, screaming that you were 'cumming'.
>Panic and embarrassment overtakes you.
>You just had a wet dream and soaked Coco Pommel's sheets in your fluids...
>She's going to be disgusted.
>This will ruin your friendship.
>"Miss Eri, is everything okay?"
>Coco's hoof touches your neck gently from behind, making you tense up.
>"Did you have a bad dream?"
>You try to cover the wet spot under the blankets and curl into a ball.
"Yeah! I'm sorry, it was just a bad dream!"
>Why did she have to insist you take her bed and she sleep on the cot?
>How do you explain the spot that will no doubt be a large stain on her sheets in the morning?
>Your thoughts are interrupted by Coco's legs wrapping around you from behind.
>Her body presses close to yours and she speaks softly near your ear, "You're shivering. Are you okay, Miss Eri?"
>You feel like a stone.
"Er, I... I just had a bad dream. I'm fine."
>For a while, you just lay there, being little spoon to Coco's big spoon.
>"Was it about Trixie? Your dream?"
>The image of Trixie comes to your mind.
>For a while, you had forgotten about drowning lessons.
>Forgotten about school.
>You will have to go back on Monday.
>The meeting with Anonymous had almost erased that painful thought.
>Anon...
>Instead of the happy fairy tale fantasies and wet dreams you were having, your relationship with the human will most likely play out as such.
>A fantasy.
>Why would anything in this reality change?
>The only thing that ever stayed consistent was drowning in a toilet.
>Misery.
>The only constant in your life is misery and sorrow.
>Crippling loneliness and suicidal thoughts that never play out are your legacy in this existence.
>Tears begin to slide down your cheeks.
>You squeeze the pillow close to your face.
"I'm not... I'm not okay... I can't do this anymore."
>Coco's hoof rubs your mane, her other hoof going around to squeeze your middle closer to her.
>She shushes into your ear, "Shh shh, Miss Eri... It's okay. You're not alone anymore. Things are going to change. I am going to help you."
>You feel yourself loosen up a bit, your body enjoying the feeling of being touched.
>A body that craved affection of any sort.
"C-Coco, I'm s-sorry..."
>Now there is snot and tears running down your face.
>You're a mess.
>But Coco kisses the side of your head and pulls on you.
>You turn around and she pulls up your chin so that you are face to face.
>Her eyes gaze into yours intensly.
>"Please don't cry, Eri. I am ever so happy when you smile. Won't you smile for me?"
>She wipes some tears from your cheek and you sniffle.
>With some difficulty, you crack a weak smile.
>Coco's pretty face returns a genuine grin, "That's such a wonderful smile, Miss Eri."
>She leans forward and quickly pecks your cheek.
>Normally, you would flinch away from such contact (especially from another mare), but it sort of feels nice.
>Coco looks at you, an almost quizzical look on her face.
>She slowly moves forward again, kissing your cheek once more.
>This time is different.
>The single kiss turns into several small pecks moving down your cheek to your neck.
>Coco moves slowly, as though testing when you will push her away.
>You could stop her-
>But you don't.
>Your hoof moves to the back of her head, pressing into her mane.
>This is all the signal Coco needs to gain her confidence.
>She rolls you over and moves with you, now straddling you with her mouth still sucking and kissing your neck.
>This is strange.
>Yet, it's the most comforting experience you have ever felt.
>It's wrong.
>It's right.
>You moan beside Coco's head, her mouth still splaying affection across your sensitive neck.
>A warm tingling sensation spreads down your legs to your hooves.
>Coco stops kissing and brings her head up, looking down at you tenderly.
>"Miss Eri... I've wanted to do this for a long while. Ever since we first met. I have always wanted to kiss your neck..."
>She moves a hoof to your chest and rubs in gentle circles through your coat.
>"I am a little embarrassed to say, to t-tell you that I have touched myself in a sinful manner to thoughts of... Right here. In this bed."
>She bends down once again.
>Your lips meet.
>A surge of panic shoots through you.
>This is wrong.
>Coco's soft lips press against yours and she tilts her head, moaning softly against you.
>You can feel her warm groin pressing down on you.
>Both of you are clearly aroused now, from the heat and moisture you feel.
>She pulls back.
>"You're the first pony I have told. The first one to know that..."
>Coco reaches back with a hoof.
>You feel her touch between your legs.
>Gasping and squeaking like a mouse, your hips buck up and you squeeze the sheets.
>Coco smiles in adoration at your noises and begins to stroke you in a way you could have never imagined.
>"The first one to know that I am ever so interested in the bodies of mares..."
>Like all things before, the good feeling does not last.
>Quickly, your thoughts of hope and safety turn sour.
>You're in a bathroom stall while girls laugh outside.
>There's rancid smelling water sliding down your throat.
>You're on a beach while Coco and Anon explore each other's bodies...
>Coco stops kissing your neck.
>She pulls back and looks down at you sadly.
>"Miss Eri, Is this weird?"
>You look at the ceiling.
"Thank you Coco. I know you only want to help... But I'm not-"
>She gets off of you, rolling over onto the bed.
"I'm sorry..."
>She smiles, but it looks sad.
>"Please don't apologize. I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have taken advantage of you. I knew deep down that you weren't interested in that. But, I was hoping I could make you feel better..."
>She gets back onto the cot with a sigh, "Let's just pretend this never happened?"
>An awkward silence fills the darkness.
>You lay staring at the ceiling for a while.
>Eventually, you can hear the steady breathing of Coco sleeping.
>As silently as possible, you slip out of bed.
>Out of the room-
>Into the spare room down the hall.
>From your saddle bag, you grab what you need.
>The best place to do it is the bathroom.
>It's always the bathroom.
>Locking yourself inside, you collapse on the floor immediately.
>If you look in the mirror, it will only be worse.
>Tears come again.
>While Coco sleeps in the next room, you begin to open up small cuts along your leg with a knife.
"Why is this happening? Why is this happening to me?"
>You hold up your leg and watch some blood drip like a stream down to the floor.
"I don't want to go back..."
>Every cut you make a little deeper, trying to get closer to where the pain lies.
"I want to die. Let me die..."

~~~

>A group of fillies run past you shouting and laughing, excited to see all their friends at a new day of school.
>You walk with your usual scarf and headphones.
>It's Monday again.
>After that strange night with Coco, you left the next morning.
>The words exchanged between you two were few and what happened the night before was not brought up.
>Things were awkward.
>So awkward, you left early for school today, hoping to avoid her for the time being.
>Anon would probably wonder where you were...
>It's probably for the best that you avoid him as well though.
>If you get your hopes up about a possible relationship between the two of you that will never happen, it will only be that much worse when he finds another pony.
>A better pony.
>Once you get to school, you immediately go to your first class.
>Being the only one there and still about fifteen minutes early, you lay your head on the desk and try to sleep.
>Thoughts of the weekend keep running through your mind.
>Coco probably hated you now.
>Why couldn't you have just went along with it?
>A little experimentation never hurt...
>It's not like you were getting any attention anywhere else.
>And she was only trying to make you feel better.
>"Hey Eri. How was your weekend?"
>A surge of fear shoots through you.
>You look up and see Trixie, Vinyl and Flitter standing around your desk.
>You look around the room, realizing the teacher is at her desk.
>Trixie rolls her eyes, "Relax. We're not here for drowning lessons."
>You eye them suspiciously.
"Then what ARE you here for? This isn't your class."
>"We're here to invite you to a party," Vinyl says, as though talking to a friend.
"A party? Me?"
>Now Flitter rolls her eyes, "Yes, dummy. I'm having a party at my house on Friday and ALL the girls agreed you should TOTALLY come."
>Her voice is dripping with sarcasm.
"No thank you, I have-"
>Trixie moves toward you menacingly, "Oh, you're going to come. Everypony is going to be there. Even Anonymous."
>She smirks when she says his name.
>She knows!
>You exhale shakily.
"I don't want to. Please, I don't want to go..."
>Flitter laughs and grabs your front leg hard, while Trixie and Vinyl block the view of her twisting your limb from the teacher.
>Your eyes tear from the pain.
>She's squeezing right on the bandage covering your cuts.
>"You will come. Or we can move to level two of drowning lessons."
"Okay! Okay! Fine!"
>She throws down your leg, "I knew you'd come around."
>The three leave as you nurse your aching limb.
>Trixie calls back as she walks out of the class room.
>"Sit at our table for lunch today. We'll introduce you to your date for the party."
>The hallway is filled with their spiteful laughter as they leave.

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