A Helping Hoof P6

>You walk through the Ponyville marketplace, the hustle and bustle of the quaint village rather unexciting to you.
>Ponies at stalls selling their wares, others simply chatting, or playing around doing random pony things.
>While they were amusing, you’re a human, and you fail to really ‘fit in’, as it were.
>You were not a pony.
>Though this didn’t really bother you, it was still an ever apparent fact.
>You didn’t have a place in this society. Even when you were at the Spa, only a rare few ponies allowed you to do anything to them physically.
>You’d ask one of them, but you generally catch them looking at you in a combined sense of fear and confusion.
> You were easily two feet taller than most of them, and looked unlike anything they’ve ever seen.
>Suppose it was only right for them to alienate you.
>Rarity accepted you, though.
>So did Pinkie, Twilight, Applejack, Rainbow Dash…even Fluttershy. Sometimes Aloe and Lotus gave you odd looks, but you’d like to think they don’t mind either.
>And you could tell Sweetie Belle didn’t mind one bit that you didn’t even have a tail.
>Or that your horn was in the wrong place.
>You take a small moment to think on that.
>Well, you guess it does spit magic, now. It is kind of a horn.
>…
>This is an unnecessary train of thought.
>A few ponies actually wave to you as you pass by.
>That nice tea pony, from earlier. Lyra, the odd mint green unicorn that you’ve never officially met. Even Cheerilee waves to you, and you’ve only seen her when you dropped off Sweetie Belle at school in the morning.
>Despite the differences, you had to admit that this place was pretty nice.
>Aside from the rape, blackmail, murder, and magic shenanigans that somehow complicate your life unnecessarily.
>And the ominous meeting with the Princess, soon.
>Though you’d only seen and met her once…you’re not sure what to make of her. She showed no emotion.
>A stoic visage, complimented with near-robotic movements and grace.
>What was behind those magenta eyes, you wondered.
>You walk along the trail to the cottage and shake your head.
>You need to focus on the task at hand.
>Fluttershy needs to know what you plan on doing. It’s only right. So what if she suddenly flip turned your life upside down, again.
>For the second time, if we count the rape and murder separately.
>Arriving at the door, you can feel your heartbeat amongst the noises of nature.
>You raise a hand to knock, and notice your hand shaking profusely.
>Why were you so damn nervous, all of the sudden?
>All you had to do was to tell someone that you’re going to accuse them of murder, rape, and that you were literally going to tell their god about it.
>No pressure.
>You rap the small door a few times.
>Fuck hand you’re moving too fast we weren’t ready.
>The door creaks open, Fluttershy standing in the doorway with a smile.
>”A-Anon! I wasn’t expecting you. D…do you want to…”
>You can see her shake a little, but her wings start to lift slowly.
>Oh no
“No, Fluttershy, I don’t want to.”
>”I…I was going to invite you in for lunch...”
>Her head droops, her ears following suit.
>Aw damnit.
>Your stomach reminds you of the void within.
“Actually…that’d be nice Fluttershy.”
>She smiles wide, her ears perking up and tail swishing slightly.
>”Come in! Come in! Oh my I am so excited.”
>You follow her into her cottage. It was one of the only structures in Ponyville that could house you at your full height.
>She was a Pegasus, after all.
>You see her pink tail slide into the room you’re guessing is her kitchen.
>You’d only been in here once before.
>You find a nice spot and sit down on the floor.
>The whole cottage smells like a pet store, though you guess that’s to be expected.
>You continue to look around. She has little birdhouses and critter houses set up in any corner of the room. There’s a small bookshelf, a little couch. It’s pretty standard.
>…what is that?
>You rise and walk over to a little end table.
>Upon it sits a little purple vial, wrapped in twine and fitted with a cork.
>…is that…
>”Anon, your soup is ready!”
>Oh shit I love soup.
>She’s prepared  a potato soup for you, thick and creamy with hearty chunks of carrots, peas, and some kernels of corn. It reminded you of a pot pie.
>She even provided you with some lemonade, and a han-hoof carved spoon.
>You dig in heartily, the vial and other drama out of your mind briefly.
>You glance and catch Fluttershy looking at you, smiling wide as you slurp your soup down, asking for another bowl.
>”Anything for you, Anon.” She says, taking your bowl.
>You catch her tail swishing back and forth as she trots into the kitchen.
>She seems happy.
>SHIT
>SHITSHITSHIT
>You drop your spoon.
>HAPPY IS BAD
>Fluttershy flits into the room, your soup bowl delicately balanced in her mouth. She flaps by you, setting the bowl down gently.
>She lands, her wings brushing against you as she returns to her seat.
>This is bad.
“F…Flutters I’ve been meaning to…”
>”Ah! Anon. Finish your soup first. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
>This soup is delicious.
>FOCUS
>SOUP
>FOCUS
>SOUUUUUUP
>You pick up the spoon and start shoveling more into your mouth. Damn she was a fine cook.
>”Anon…ever…ever since Estrus and…well…”
>She begins to blush, a hoof rising to her chin in confusion.
>”Anon…since you’ve arrived in Equestria I’ve had…well…I mean…I’ve had a huge…*mumble*.”
“A what?” you mumble through a chunk of potato.
>”You’re so handsome and…you’re not a p0ny and you’re so much better at *mumble* and I mean that…
>”What I’m trying to say is that…I really really like you Anon and I…um…well I know you’re with Rarity but,,,I think I can convince you to give me a chance,..if…if that’s okay with you.”
>You swallow that last gulp a little too fast.
>”You love my cooking…and…and even though my animals don’t like you…I remember you begging to help me with them when you first came here…and…and you’re so shy like me and…”
”Fluttershy I…”
>”I love you Anon. I want to…I want to be your marefriend!”
>She puts extra emphasis on the last word.
>You spit your soup out.
>This was not the plan.
>Her buttery yellow complexion is now rife with nervous sweat with a hearty dose of rosiness to her cheeks.
>She is positively gleaming, her teal eyes glimmering with anticipation.
>You wipe your mouth, shake your head, and take a breath.
>”…if…if that’s okay with you.”
“Fluttershy…I’m going to put it plainly.”
>She falls back into her chair slightly.
”I’m with Rarity. I love Rarity. Not you. I’m sorry.”
>She recoils, but you press on.
”Not only that…I…the party that we…the rest of us went to. You were there. You were there and…you attacked me and…I died. You murdered me.”
>”Bu…but Anon you…y-you told me you b-believed it wasn’t me…”
“You attacked me, raped me, and murdered me. And…and now we’ve all been summoned to Canterlot.”
>Tears start streaming down her eyes.
”I’ve got to tell the Princess everything.”
>You exhale sharply.
>God that felt good to get out.
>She slams her hooves on the table.
>You jerk your head back in shock, and she’s instantly on the table, looking down at you.
>Her brow is furrowed, and you can see her gritting her teeth.
>”So. That’s how it is, then. You’re going to make up a story so you won’t have to be with me?”
“Flutter-“
>”No. Don’t you dare say a word. I’ve been nothing but kind to you. I invited you into MY home and fed you MY cooking and I treated you like you were the best thing in the world. AND YOU ARE. Or I THOUGHT you were.”
>She spits to the side.
>”No…nonono…I’ve done everything I could to make you forgive me for what I did during my estrus…and THIS is how you REPAY ME? You eat my food and then break my heart? You accuse me of MURDER? How could one pon-man be so HEARTLESS?”
>She is shouting, slowly advancing on you with each word.
>You are slowly retreating on each word.
>You’d never seen her like this. You can feel your heartbeat speed up as your fight/flight instinct kicks in.
>”No…no I’ve had it. I’m tired of this. I put my heart on the line for you. No..you want me to meet the Princess? FINE. I’m sure she’ll be happy to hear how you’re treating the Element of Kindness.”
>Her face is a terrifying visage of bared teeth and a furrowed brow, looking down on you menacingly. Tears continue to stream down her yellow coat, a few landing on you.
>You are frozen in place, shaking slightly. Good fucking god she looked like she was going to kill you.
>Again.
>”Get. Out. Of. My. House.”
>You scramble to get your bearings and spring out the door, not looking back.
>You make it a way down the path before you stop and catch your breath.
>That went well.
>You make your way back to Twilights with no hurry.
>Eventually, your heart returns to its normal pace, but your brain is still firing its neurons in intense query.
>What in the world just happened? Did Fluttershy just get…mad?
>And she was actually pretty terrifying.
>…and…did she threaten you?
>Good god this day is just full of surprises.
>You can only hope the meeting with the Princess goes by without any issues.
>You utter a small prayer to no one in particular.
>Though to be honest, you weren’t really sure what to expect in the first place, having only seen the Princess once.
>You were going to tell her what happened, but other than the reason of “so she’ll know”, you didn’t really have anything in mind.
>Yeah, you had a ton of metaphysical questions and of course queries over magic and its application.
>But as far as the Fluttermurder…you didn’t want Fluttershy hurt or anything. You just wanted some kind of justice.
> Or at least Fluttershy owning up to the entire endeavor.
>Or…something like that? However these things worked in Equestria.
>You catch Twilight and Applejack at the door to the Library.
“Oh…hey.”
>”Heya Anon, ye…ye look a little tired. Everything alright?”
>”Yeah, Anon, you look a little flustered. Did something happen with Fluttershy?”
>Shit you didn’t mean to sound so exasperated.
“Uh…yes. I mean, no…I mean…she’ll meet us there I guess. I think I may have upset her.”
>”Ye would haveta do a lot to upset Fluttershy, Anon. She’s about as patient as they come.”
“…I’m a talented guy?”
>”Whatever ya say, sugarcube.”
>As the three of you walk inside you see Rainbow and Pinkie talking to Spike.
>Splendid, they’re all here. Or well, almost all of them.
“Hey Pinks, Rainbow. Where’s Rarity?”
>They both shrug.
>”We figured she’d be with you Anon.” Rainbow replies, a tad confused.
>”Yeah, Anon, where’s your special somepony?”
>You immediately flush and huff a little.
>”She’s probably still at the boutique. And she isn’t my special some-p…well shit I guess she is.”
>”Well, why don’t we head out. We can get her on the way to the station.” Twilight says, strapping on her saddlebags.
>”Spike, take care of the Library. We shouldn’t be gone too long.”
>You mutter the words “I hope”, breathlessly.
>The five of you  make your way to Carousel Boutique, with you heading the way.
>Why? Because Pinkie insisted you should.
>Why?
>You didn’t know. Questioning Pinkie Pie never really got you anywhere logical anyway.
>You rap on the door a few times.
>”Anon, jus’ go in there and grab her. I know we’re not in a hurry or anythin’ but that pony could spend the whole day prettyin herself up.” Applejack pipes up.
>You shoot her a smile, agreeing with her.
>You push open the door and head to Rarity’s room.
“Rarity?”
>You call to her, and hear scrambling coming from her room.
>“Coming! Just…just a moment!”
>You shake your head and head towards her.
“Come on, Rarity, the others are all waiting for us outside.”
>You push open her door and see her magicking away a box of something or other, landing it in the far corner of the room with a subtle clink of glass.
>”Anon…I…uh lost track of time.”
>She looks to you, smiling and looking a little flushed. You don’t really notice a lot of excessive beautification, like you were expecting.
“That’s fine Rar. Let’s just go. I’m already crazy nervous as it is.”
>She trots up to you, nuzzling your waist slightly.
>”You’ve nothing to worry about, Anon.”
>She kisses the area right below your belly button and your brain finally puts the last puzzle piece into motion.
“Rarity…you’ve been drinking again, haven’t you?”
>She stops and turns to you, eyes slightly shifty.
>”Perhaps, Anon, but you needn’t worry. This mare can handle her alcohol. I simply needed some…reassurance.”
>You put a hand to your head and groan as she walks out the door to meet the others.
>Your girlf-marefriend was an alcoholic. That much was now pretty much certain.
>Goddamnit, things can’t be easy in magical colorful tiny horse world, can they?
>You glance towards the box she had lazily hidden.
>Maybe you could just…pour it all-
>”Anon! Darling! Now you’re making all of us late.” Rarity calls from the front door.
>You hear the others giggling.
>Oh this is going to be a fun trip.