Oneshot: Death Cab for Cutie Marks

>'Come on, Anon, we're going to be late!'
>The white and purple filly weakly tugs on your hand with magic
Late for what?  You rushed me out the door before telling me what was going on!
>Sweetie Belle looks over her shoulder and chitters:
>'I'm not supposed to tell you, because it's supposed to be a surprise!'
>Well, there's a red flag right there
>No one's tried to surprise you since you punched Pinkie in the mouth on reflex
>You felt bad about it, but, hey
>Bitch shouldn't have popped out of the mailbox
Is it still a surprise if you tell me to expect it?
>Sweetie freezes in mid-step

>'...I... Uh....'
>You can swear you can smell radiator fluid burning
>She suddenly snaps back into focus
>'It's a surprise, Anon!'
>She continues happily skipping forward
Where are we going?
>'It's a surprise, Anon!'
Can you at least explain why you're wearing a tiny vest and fedora?
>'It's a surprise, Anon!'
Big Mac once told me he caught you licking his yoke
>'It's a surprise, Anon!'
>Okay, she's broken
>You decide to follow the little unicorn in silence, and you find yourself in the town square
>Quite a few ponies are gathered around, and seem to be waiting for something
>Applebloom and Scootaloo are standing on a rickety looking wooden stage, looking vaguely hipster-like and waving frantically at you
>'Anon!  You came to see us perform!'

>Scootaloo grins, while Applebloom smells the burning coolant and jumps down to reset Sweetie Belle
I, uh, suppose I did.  What are you performing?
>Now reset, Sweetie Belle pipes up:
>'We're playing instruments while Miss Fluttershy sings!'
>Well, that makes sense, kind of
>Fluttershy seems like a nice mare, and it's pretty obvious that she likes you
>Whenever you went out into public, you noticed her hovering in your general area
>Close enough so that she could say something to you if she spoke at a normal tone, but far enough away so she could bolt away if she got too nervous
>Which was pretty much all the time
>It's gotten to be pretty aggrivating
>And now she's singing?
>How is she going to sing in front of you if she can't even talk to you?
>Eh, whatever
>You're not hoping for a trainwreck, but you're expecting one
Oh?  So you made a band?
>'Yep!  We wanted to see if we could get our cutie marks for being rockstars!'

Well, what's your bands name?
>Scootaloo says, 'Well, I thought our band name needed to be dark and edgy!'
>'And ah thought it should be something like what you find in the big city, like ah taxi or ah skyscraper!', interjects Applebloom
>Sweetie finishes, 'And I reminded them that our prime directive is to get cutie marks, so it should have that somewhere in it!'
Sooo...  What did you decide?
>Simultaniously, they all look at each other, jump in the air, and shout:
>'DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE MARKS!'
>There's some feedback from the main microphone as it's plugged in and turned on
>'Looks like they're almost ready for us, Anon!'
>'Wish us luck!'
>'Coolant levels at 37%!'
>The three fillies run off towards the stage and wiggle into their instruments
>Applebloom on guitar, Scootaloo on bass, and Sweetie on the drums
>They begin warming up their instruments, and Fluttershy comes onstage to mild applause
>She checks the microphone, sees that everything is ready to go, and quiets the crowd
>'Uhm, before we begin, I wanted to say something, if I could.'
>She scans the crowd until she finds the only six foot ape in clothes, and says:
>'I just wanted to say that I wrote this song with someone specific in mind, and I really hope they enjoy it.'
>She looks at you just long enough for you to give her a small wave, and then turns to the fillies onstage
>'Okay girls, on three.  One...  Two...  Three!'


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpTYWv_kP2s

>Surprisingly enough, the CMC don't sound anything like you expected them to
>Read as:  Their instruments don't sound like they're screaming for death
>You'd go so far as to say that they sound pretty good
>Fluttershy looks like the only thing keeping her from shaking to pieces is sheer force of will
>But as the music plays, you see her almost force herself to stop shaking, and she begins to sing:

I'd like to live
Where man meets pony
And feel that man wrap his arms around me
And warm my heart in love so safe and tender
And feel, feel what it's like to be loved

'Cause in my head, there's a fantasy of
A pegasus cuddling with her lover
And they may have a chance
To be together in consentual romance



[spoiler]>The three fillies onstage waver at first, but they soon back up Fluttershy's singing perfectly[/spoiler]

BADA-BADA-BAPAH
BADA-BA-BA-BADA-BAPAH
BADA-BA-BA-BADA-BAPAH-BAPA-DA-BA

I cannot guess what's keeping you from
Accepting me and all of my sweet love
And I know my filthy mind has caused you problems
But it was all out of love!

And I do believe it's true
That you love me as much as I love you
And if you reject me I don't know what I would do
So Anon I'll cling to you
Even if you do not want me to
A fantasy of a man and pegasus come true

Where man loves ponyyyy~
Where man loves ponyyyyyy~
Where man loves ponyyyyyyyyyyy~

And I do believe it's true
That you love me as much as I love you
And if you reject me I don't know what I would do
So Anon I'll cling to you
Even if you do not want me to
A fantasy of a man and pegasus come true

A fantasy of a man and pegasus come true~

A fantasy of a man and pegasus come true~

A fantasy of a man and pegasus come true~



>Just after the music cuts out, the crowd goes wild
>Ponies are clapping and cheering, and the Cutie Mark Crusaders are eating it up
>Fluttershy, on the other hand, seems to be trying to hide in her mane and sneak offstage
>You cut around the crowd and make it behind the stage just as she's about to leave
Fluttershy!
>You shout to get her attention, and she freezes in place
>She looks at you, but only squeaks nervously in response
I just wanted to say that I really liked your song.  You did wonderfully.
>'*squeak*'
...And I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner sometime?  Just the two of us?
>You figure she's put herself out there enough for one day, it wouldn't hurt for you to be the one to actually initiate the date
>She stands there shivering for a second, but then takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly, and says:
>'...I'd like that very much, Anon.'

END