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- >That's kind of... Ew.
- "Hey, Fluttershy? You've uh... Got a bit of mucus... on your hoof."
- >You point to the offending appendage.
- >She looks down to where your finger is pointed, a curious expression adorning her face.
- >Her eyes momentarily widen in surprise.
- >"Oh my..."
- >Fluttershy looks back up at you, her lips curling into an embarresed smile.
- >"Um, I couldn't find any tissues after you had left... I didn't want to bother you at the time."
- >This causes you to shake your head and smile.
- "I know what you mean. Let me just tell you this, though: If you need something, just ask."
- >She simply smiles and nods.
- >You get up from your crouched position and proceed to pick up the dishes.
- >"Do you uh, have a bathroom around here, Anon? I'd like to clean myself up, if it wouldn't be any trouble."
- >Now that's something you haven't considered yet; ponies needing to bathe.
- >Wait, does she have to pee like a living creature, too?
- >Nevermind that for now.
- >You put the still dirty dishes in the sink and walk to the door that leads out of the kitchen.
- >Turning towards Fluttershy, you motion over your shoulder with your hand.
- "Follow me, I'll show you."
- >It takes less than a minute to lead her down the hall to the bathroom.
- >When you both get there, you let Fluttershy in ahead of you.
- >You step in behind her and absentmindedly inspect your bathtub/shower combo.
- "You have running water back in your world, right?"
- >She responds with a nod.
- >"Yes, we do."
- >Time to give her a quick tour of the bathroom.
- "So, you can take a bath or shower in the tub over there. There's a toilet for... well, I think you'd know what a toilet is for. I don't have any other towells around, so you can just use mine on the rack over there."
- >After looking around and looking for anything you forgot to mention, you turn to leave.
- "That should be it. Remember, call me if you need anything."
- >You shut the door behind you.
- >What should you do now?
- >Your vacation ends tonight, and you'll have to get back to defending some of the most obvious criminals out there tomorrow.
- >Seriously, why don't you ever get an average blue collar worker that was obviously in the wrong place in the wrong time?
- >It dawns on you that you've been standing in front of the bathroom while you think.
- >It only took hearing the toilet seat being lifted up; and the sound of urine hitting water to realise it.
- >Guess ponies DO need to pee.
- >Well, you don't need to listen to THAT. You're getting out of here.
- >For a while, you debate on whether or not to rinse out your dishes; eventually you make the excuse that running water in the kitchen sink might affect the water in the shower.
- >You aren't completely sure about that, but hey, washing dishes is boring!
- >Remembering your plan from earlier, you go to investigate the internet to see if there are any new transpirings.
- >A few seconds later, you are in front of your computer looking over the thread.
- >It's on page eight, and nobody has posted for about an hour.
- >Maybe a bump will attract some extra attention?
- >Your IRC client bleeps.
- >That's convenient!
- >It's Sifraf.
- ---
- [7:45 PM] Sifraf: Hey
- [7:45 PM] You: Oh hey, I just got on.
- [7:45 PM] You: Any luck with your situation?
- [7:45 PM] Sifraf: Yeah. I made dinner and convinced her to watch a movie with me.
- [7:46 PM] You: One day at your house, and you're already inviting her to the movies, huh?
- [7:46 PM] Sifraf: You know I didn't mean it like that
- [7:46 PM] You: Haha, just messing with you a bit. If I'm going to be in a crazy situation like this, might as well have a bit of fun
- [7:47 PM] Sifraf: I guess so. Gotta keep spirits high, right?
- [7:47 PM] You: yeah
- [7:47 PM] Sifraf: So, what's Fluttershy doing?
- [7:47 PM] You: showering.
- [7:48 PM] You: And Twilight?
- [7:48 PM] Sifraf: Sleeping. She fell asleep near the end of the movie.
- [7:48 PM] You: I don't blame her; this whole ordeal has both of us drained.
- [7:49 PM] You: How long has she been up for?
- [7:49 PM] Sifraf: since she got here
- [7:49 PM] Sifraf: That was about 4 am.
- [7:49 PM] Sifraf: Idon't think she'll be waking up again tonight.
- [7:50 PM] You: probably not
- [7:50 PM] You: Hey, I've got work tomorrow. Do you have any plans or suggestions for what I should do with Fluttershy?
- [7:50 PM] You: I left her here for a few hours today, but work is a lot longer.
- [7:52 PM] Sifraf: How about letting her browse the web? If you're really worried, you could instal a web filter.
- [7:52 PM] You: I could do that.
- [7:53 PM] Sifraf: Maybe tell her a few good TV channels to watch. Animal planet might work.
- [7:53 PM] You: Sounds like a plan!
- ---
- >The sound of draining water echoes through your house.
- >Funny, you hadn't even heard Fluttershy fill up the tub; you must have been quite engrossed in your chat.
- ---
- [7:54 PM] Sifraf: Hey, do you mind if I ask something of you?
- [7:54 PM] You: Sure, go ahead
- [7:55] Sifraf: I want to help Twilight get home. I was hoping you could help me.
- [7:55 PM] You: I'm actually trying to do the same with Fluttershy. I can't say much right now, but I have a guy on the job.
- [7:55 PM] You: That makes me think. Why did you choose option two if you want to send her back?
- ---
- >It takes Sifraf a while to reply to your question, which makes it hard to tell if you are going to like the answer or not.
- >Eventually though, he replies.
- ---
- [8:01 PM] Sifraf: Well
- [8:01 PM] Sifraf: At first I thought it would be a good choice, I didn't realize the implications until it actually happened.
- [8:01 PM] You: Implications?
- [8:02 PM] Sifraf: Yes. When I was talking to Twilight earlier, she told me about when she was reading. She was looking for any explination for why she got here, or how she could get home.
- [8:03 PM] Sifraf: It made me realize that if it really was my fault that i brought her here, then I was the one responsible to help her get back.
- [8:03 PM] You: me and Fluttershy had almost the same discussion. I told her everything.
- [8:04 PM] You: Except for her being from a cartoon.
- [8:04 PM] Sifraf: Same here.
- [8:05 PM] Sifraf: She acted like she beleived me, but I'm not sure if she's suspicious.
- {8:05 PM] You: I'm not surprised. She's always on someone's case.
- [8:06 PM] Sifraf: Speaking of, did you actually choose FS in your post?
- [8:07 PM] You: Actually, no. I didn't even choose a pony!
- [8:07 PM] You: Which did you choose?
- [8:08 PM] Sifraf: I actually chose Fluttershy.
- [8:08 PM] Sifraf: funny cooincidence.
- [8:08 PM] You: I'll say.
- [8:09 PM] You: Well, whoever did the deliveries shouldn't look for a mailman job.
- [8:09 PM] Sifraf: lel
- ---
- >You hear your bathroom door open, and then a creak from down the hall.
- >Must be Fluttershy got done with her bath.
- >The creaking eventually gets closer, until it stops right outside your doorway.
- >Even though you know the identity of what was making the creaking, hearing something like that still kinda creeps you out.
- >You don't care how paranoid you are, you've seen enough horror movies to know where this shit goes... sometimes.
- >Swiveling around, you see, obiously, Fluttershy at your doorway.
- >Her mane is a bit out of place; still it must have dried. You couldn't really see if her coat was any different in this lighting.
- >You stifle a giggle at her messy fur.
- "Hey there, everything work out fine for you?"
- >"Oh, yes, everything was great. I was wondering though, do you have a hairbrush? I could only find a comb in the bathroom."
- >Fluttershy takes a few uneasy pokes at the carpet with her hoof.
- >"I mean, it's okay if you don't. I just thought I'd ask..."
- >You scratch your head in contemplation.
- >Hair is something you never really worried about. You just usually kept it short, and laid it down when it was wet.
- "I think I have one around here somewhere. I never really use it, though."
- >You get up from your seat and head for your dresser.
- >Rummaging through the drawers, you find many an interesting item.
- >Old cassete tapes... no, family photos... nope, Gramps' old revolver... not that either.
- >What's this?
- >You pull out a pair of black, lacy, female underwear.
- >Guess Dianne isn't coming back for these any time soon.
- >You toss them over to your waste basket.
- "Ah-ha! There it is!"
- >Out of the drawer, you pull a small, wodden handled brush.
- >You take a closer look.
- "Hm, I think this used to belong to my grandmother."
- >At least somebody-er pony is going to get some use out of it.
- >You hand the brush over to Fluttershy, who takes it into a single hoof.
- >Hooves. How the hell do they work?
- >"Thanks."
- >She quietly heads back to the bathroom.
- >You turn back to your computer.
- ---
- [8:08 PM] Sifraff: I'm surprised that no one else has found this yet.
- [8:09 PM] Sifraff: Guess we'll have to keep the thread up.
- [8:16 PM] Sifraf: Well, I also have work in the morning
- [8:16 PM] Sifraf: I can't think of much more to talk about atm, and I have to make some preperations for tomorrow.
- [8:16 PM] Sifraff: If something comes up, here's my E-mail, I don't feel safe giving out my real one, so I made a new account.
- [8:17 PM] Sifraf: Sifraf@gmail.com
- [8:17 PM] Sifraf: Seeya!
- [8:17 PM - Sifraf Has left]
- ---
- >You write down Sifraf's E-mail address on a peice of paper.
- >If he's gone, maybe it's about time to see if there's someone else on the thread who has gotten a pony.
- >As you skim through the thread, you see that only a few more posts have been made.
- >Two bumps and three updates.
- >Nothing much here.
- >Fuck it, you haven't played any PC games in a while, but what else is there to do?
- >It's not like you have a talking pony in your house right now.
- >You search through your library of games until you settle on one.
- >Fallout 3? It's been a long time since you've played that.
- >As you play, you laugh to yourself about the absurdity of the situation.
- >Fluttershy, one of the main characters of a cartoon that you've watched for roughly three years now, is in your house.
- >You've talked to her, you've touched her, hell, you even saw her ladybits earlier!
- >You had actually forgotten about that.
- >Shaking the memory off, you continue your trek across the virtual wasteland.
- >A raider begins to shoot at you from a few yards away.
- >It doesn't take long for you to find him, and aim your hunting rifle.
- >You set up your targeting plan, and press the confirmation key.
- >The scene plays out as you fire your rifle, and the raiders head turns into a mix of red paste and skull fragments.
- >There is a gasp from your doorway.
- >Where the gasp eminates from, stands Fluttershy.
- >Her face has turned a shade of green.
- >You dash out of your chair to get the wastebasket, but it's too late.
- >She pukes where she stands.
- >It takes you about thirty minutes for you to clean up Yellow Horse's vomit.
- >You think you counted about five appologies in that timeframe.
- >After about the fifth one, you told Fluttershy to go wash her face.
- >She somberly did as she was suggested, and went back to the bathroom.
- >Finally, you soak up all of the puke from your carpet; if you're lucky, nothing too dificult will be thrown your way at the firm tomorrow.
- >If you can get home earlier, you can clean the carpet more thouroughly.
- >Yeah, like that's going to happen.
- >Your job really sucks sometimes.
- >With the pukey towel in the washer, you head to your living room. Fluttershy is sitting on the couch; hear head is resting on her forelegs and she's looking at your TV.
- >This gives you an idea.
- >It's only about nine o'clock; you have time for one last activity before bed.
- "Hey, you wanna watch a movie before bed? I thought you might like to see some human media."
- >She lifts her head and looks over your way; her eyes just a bit less lively than usual.
- >"U-um, sure, That would be... Nice..."
- >You notice a bit of nervousness in her current expression. Is this from the throw up incident?
- >Deciding it best to just act like nothing happened, you search for a movie that would be more family friendly.
- >Family friendly... this gives you a hunch.
- >While you were cleaning up, you explained to her why she just saw some guy's head get blown off.
- >You had told her that it was a video game, nothing real was in it. Another thing you had to explain was why you were playing it.
- >Something that thinks that you might one day kill them usually doesn't stick around too long.
- "Don't worry, this movie doesn't have any blood in it. It's appropriate for all ages."
- >She lets loose a deep sigh of releif.
- >You pop the movie in and take a seat next to the yellow pone.
- >The movie ends at about a quarter to eleven; and you're both equally drowsy.
- >You yawn out a sentance.
- "You can use my bed when you're ready. I'm too tired to move from this couch."
- >Fluttershy is too sleepy to even argue, so she just nods and heads for your room.
- >You grab a blanket from under the couch, turn off the light, and fall asleep within minutes.
- >Today is slooooooow.
- >Right now, you're just sitting at your desk doing paperwork.
- >You look at the clock on your desk.
- >3:11 PM, goddamn this day is SLOW.
- >Almost everyone else in the office has a case but you.
- >They say that you're one of the best lawyers in the office, what the hell is going on here?
- >A few more hours pass, it is now 5:34 PM.
- >Your phone rings.
- >YES! FINALLY!
- >After regaining your composiure, you answer the phone.
- >You give out your standard business greeting and wait for your potential client to respond.
- >"Hello, is your refridgerator running?"
- "Yeah yeah buddy, why don't you take that pone of yours and shove it up your ass?"
- >You hang up without a second word.
- >It's 6 PM now. Nothing else has happened.
- >Fuck it, you're checking out early today.
- >After you lock the door to your office, you head for your car.
- >The drive home is uneventful, with thankfuly no crashes this time.
- >You enter your house and plop your keys on the kitchen table.
- "Hey Flutters, you still here?"
- >You hardly hear her faint voice from inside your living room.
- >"I'm in here, Anon!"
- >As you enter the living room, you see that the TV is on.
- >It was so much easier to let her watch, knowing that your cable plan didn't include The Hub.
- >She's laying on the couch covered in a blanket.
- >She still somehow has a fever today.
- >That doesn't even make any sense!
- >You're pretty sure you don't get fevers from colds.
- >The only thing you can think of is that ponies work differently, or some other shit.
- >Or that she's from a fictional world where cartoon gags happen sometimes.
- >As you pass by, you reach out your hand and feel her forehead without really thinking.
- >Fluttershy is surprised at first, but calms down soon enough.
- "Looks like the fever's still just as strong as this mroning."
- >"I-I seem to have a weaker immune system than other ponies that I know..."
- >Her eyes are closed, and she's leaning into your hand.
- >You go to pull back, but as you do, her head follows suit.
- >Ah fuck it, you'll humor her for a little bit.
- >You move your hand over to her left ear, and begin to scratch behind it.
- >She moves her head to get your hands into the position she wants.
- >This goes on for about a minute, then you pull your hand away.
- >When she realizes that your hand is no longer there, Fluttershy snaps out of her trance.
- >Once she realizes what she was doing, she lets out an embarrased giggle.
- >"You're home earlier than you said, Anon."
- >You take a seat next to her on the couch and continue the conversation while looking at what's on TV.
- "Yeah, it was a slow day today. No clients, only a prank call. What did you do while I was gone?"
- >Fluttershy wipes her nose with a tissue as she responds.
- >"Not very much, I've been resting, mostly."
- >She punctuates her sentance with a small sneeze.
- "Maybe once you get better, and I find you some comfortable winter clothing, we could do something outside."
- >You still feel bad that she's stuck here with nearly nothing to do.
- >Out of the corner of your eye, you notice her let loose a small shiver.
- >Fucking fevers.
- >Don't certain painkillers help with those?
- >But fevers are the body's way of fighting the germs in you...
- >Would that even work on a pony?
- >"What the hell", you decide, you used to take painkillers all the time when you had a fever; you always got better, too.
- "One second, I'll be right back."
- >You get up from your couch and head for your medicine cabinet.
- >Once you get there, you dig through your various medicines that you've accumulated throughout the years.
- >In the middle of the cluster of bottles, you find a bottle of Tylenol.
- >You take out a single pill and grab a glass, filling it from the tap.
- >Ariving back at your living room, you hold out the pill and glass to Fluttershy.
- "Here, this should help with a few things."
- >She eyes the pill curiously.
- >"Do you think this will really help...?"
- >You nod in affirmation.
- "Always helped me. All it really is is just a painkiller; it helps other things, too."
- >She takes the pill out of your hand along with the water.
- >The pill looks relativley small in her hoof compared to the comically oversized one she gave Celestia's pet phoenix in "A Bird In the Hoof".
- >Will she need a higher dose?
- >Nah, better not risk it for now.
- >Fluttershy swallows the pill with a few mouthfulls of water.
- >She hands the glass bakc to you and you take it back to the kitchen.
- >The need to use the bathroom suddenly takes you.
- >You haven't gone since this morning, holy hell.
- >YOU REALLY HAVE TO FUCKING PEE.
- >It seems to take forever for you to get to the bathroom; but you finally make it there.
- >Sweet releif.
- >After your usual routine of flushing and washing your hands, you open the door and step out into the hallway.
- >A faint ringing makes it's way to your ears.
- "What is that...?"
- >You follow the sound to your bedroom.
- >it's comming form inside your desk.
- >You open it up and see on of your cell phones ringing and vibrating.
- >Oh great, what's going on now...?
- >Sometimes you regret your seedy activities with the local drug dealers; but hey, it pays the bills.
- >Quite a bit actually.
- >You answer the call.
- "Yeah?"
- >"Hey bro, it's me."
- >It's only Troy. You'd almost forgot you called him!
- "Oh, hey! You get any word on any odd activity from that thread?"
- >"Nope. Just as I said, I can't do anything with an archive; it's not the same website."
- >You sigh. Yeah, it was a one in a billion chance of him finding anything, but it was still disappointing.
- "I didn't think there was too much of a chance, but thanks anyway."
- >"No problem."
- >He hangs up.
- >Damn.
- >You don't have any more ideas as to what you could do right now.
- >Guess you'll just do something with Fluttershy.
- >Now what kind of non-sexual activity could you do with a sick pony?
- >You look over your room for ideas.
- >Your eyes fall upon your bookshelf, which is filled to the brim with all sorts of books from previous years in your life.
- >Memories come from the back of your mind from when you were just a kid; your mom would always read to you when you were sick in bed.
- >Maybe there's something in here that the pony on your couch would enjoy.
- >Eventually you settle on a book you think she'd like.
- >It's fairly short; around two hundered pages.
- >You return to your living room with the book under your arm.
- >Apparently Fluttershy got tired of whatever was on TV; she's just sitting there now.
- "I thought you might like to hear a story. My mother used to read to me when I was sick; I thought you might like to give it a try."
- >You realize that she's probably more than able to read by herself, but hey, sometimes listening to a story is more enjoyable.
- >Not to mention, this way you don't have to feel like you're leaving her all alone.
- >"I think that would be enjoyable; I could always read it myself if you're too busy..."
- >Sitting next to her on the couch again, you reply.
- "Not at all, I'm doing this because I want to."
- >You open up the book, and begin to read aloud.
- >As you read, Fluttershy moves in closer to you and gets comfortable.
- >She's close, but not quite close enough to be making physical contact with you.
- >Minutes go by as you read her the tale written in the pages of the novel; she listens intently the whole time.
- >Eventually, you find a spot that would be good to leave off at for the night.
- >After bending the page over, you close the book.
- "That concludes our reading session for today; I expect your written reports handed in on my desk by Thursday."
- >Fluttershy giggles softly.
- >You set the book on the arm of the couch and turn to her.
- "How are you feeling? Your fever doesn't seem to be bothering you as much."
- >She smiles as she replies.
- >"Yes, I do. I think the medicine worked; the reading was relaxing, too."
- >You always liked to think you had a good reading voice; it's nice to hear that someone enjoys it.
- >It's only about half past seven now, and you're running out of ideas of what to do together.
- >You were thinking of checking the thread and chat room, but you've been gone since about 6 AM today until 6 PM, so that means that you've left Fluttershy alone here for twelve hours.
- >Was she the type to get lonley?
- >You're not too sure about that; she IS pretty shy, after all.
- >Either way, you're sure that if you ended up in an unfamiliar place, you think you'd be a bit uneasy being alone for that long.
- >Dinner and a conversation might be a good start.
- >What to make...
- >You're kind of in the mood for mexican food tonight.
- >It's late, but you think you have a bit of time to make the food before bed.
- >There's only one problem, your recipe involves meat.
- >Good thing you have a handy tool called "The internet".
- >You quickly leave for your PC, telling Fluttershy that dinner was on the way.
- >Waking the computer from sleep mode, you un-minimize your browser.
- >There are also a few IRC messages, you'll have to check them later.
- >You're still on the story thread. It hasn't died yet.
- >Deciding to check it later, you look for a vegitarian recipee for Enchiladas.
- >It doesn't take long to find one that you can make with the ingredients available.
- >Coincidentally, you had bought black beans about a week ago for a different purpose.
- >You had already picked up some other ingredients when you went to the store yesterday; not considering Fluttershy's diet at the time.
- >To be honest, at that time you were half-expecting that you were just crazy; and that you might just return home to an empty house.
- >You return to the living room to announce tonight's dinner.
- "I'm gonna make something called "enchaladas" for dinner tonight. Not sure if you've ever tried them back in your world, but I can say that they taste great; to me at least."
- >"Yes, we have those; but I've actually never tried them myself."
- >You continue to the kitchen, talking to her on the way.
- "It should be ready in about... I actually don't know, I only skimmed the recipe, but I'd estimate forty minutes to an hour."
- >You are walking behind your couch when you see Fluttershy's head pop up from the other side.
- >"Would you uhm... like some help?"
- >With a smile, you reply.
- "I'll be fine, thanks. I hope you don't take this offensively, but I don't want to risk having you around the food while you're sick."
- >"Oh, okay..."
- >Her head slowly lowers back below the back of the couch as you resume your walk to the kitchen.
- >It takes exactly forty minutes to get everything made.
- >When you believe everything is sufficiently cooled, you go to the doorway and call Fluttershy to the table.
- >You dish up both plates by the time she arrives; she sits down at the table.
- >Putting a plate of food at both of your seats, you sit down and begin to dig in.
- >As you eat, you decide to start up a conversation.
- "So uh..."
- >Shit, what do you talk about?
- >You catch yourself staring into space.
- >"Staring into space" also includes unknowingly looking at Fluttershy's flank.
- >Flank... hold on, that's something to talk about!
- >Okay, that sounded way weirder than you meant it to.
- "So, those marks that you have on your... flank? What are they?"
- >You know damn well what they are, but she doesn't know that, so it makes for a good way to get to know each other.
- >"Oh, this?"
- >She points to where her cutie mark is.
- >You nod.
- >"That's my cutie mark. It's a symbol for what I do best."
- >Keeping up the act, you ask her what that is.
- >"Well, it happened back when I was little. You'd never guess, but back then I was very shy."
- >You stifle a giggle at that.
- >"I was in summer flight camp at the time..."
- >You two eat your dinner as she tells the tale of how she got her cutie mark.
- >She goes on to tell you of how she fell down from the clouds, and discovered the land below.
- >The story ends with how she found out she could communicate with animals on a different level by coaxing them out of hiding.
- "Wow, sounds like it's a good thing your friend managed to pull of that 'Sonic Rainboom', huh?"
- >"You're right. If it weren't for Rainbow Dash, I might have not gotten it!"
- >Taking another bite of food, you keep the conversation going.
- "Though I can't quite imagine you singing..."
- >You smirk.
- "Maybe you'd like to show me sometime."
- >An embarrassed smile spreads across her face, along with a light blush.
- >"I-I... don't really like singing in front of others..."
- >You knew that would get her.
- >Dinner ends shortly after Fluttershy's cutie mark story.
- >You clean off both plates, then lean on the sink; thinking to yourself.
- >It's really hard to think of things to do with Fluttershy.
- >The fact that she's sick and it's late makes it even harder.
- >You look out of the window over the sink.
- "Wow..."
- >The night sky is filled with what can only be described as millions of small, twinkling spots of light.
- >In the middle of all those stars is a full moon.
- >This doesn't happen nearly enough lately; it's been one of the cloudiest winters you've ever been through.
- >You don't know how long it's been since you've seen this many stars, not to mention a moon, too.
- >This is something you need to see from outside.
- >Checking the thermometer outside of the window, you see it says that it is about negative eight degrees Celsius.
- >Heading to your closet in the living room, you get out your coat and start heading for your back door.
- >Your plans are interrupted when you hear a soft voice call out your name.
- >"Where are you going, Anon?"
- >Right, Fluttershy.
- >Hey, maybe she'd like to see this!
- >No, wait, she doesn't have any winter clothes.
- >Wait, there's something that might work...
- "Hold on, I'll tell you in just a second."
- >Without another word, you head to your basement.
- >You find it in your old boxes of clothes.
- >There it is, the coat you wore when you were about nine or ten years old.
- >Once you are back upstairs, you give the coat to Fluttershy.
- "Here, put this on, I want to show you something outside."
- >She gets up, and begins to puts on the coat.
- >"What did you want to show me...?"
- "You'll see once you are clothed enough to go outside."
- >Soon she starts having trouble with the zipper.
- "Here, let me help you with that. This damn thing never zipped up too well."
- >You lean in closer and take the zipper in your fingers.
- >After a brief struggle, you get the coat zipped up; Fluttershy gives you a thankful smile.
- >You pause to look at her. This doesn't look like enough clothing.
- >She shifts uncomfortably under your vision.
- "This still doesn't look complete, hold on."
- >You head back to your bedroom and fetch a snow cap and an old scarf that you never use.
- >Once you return, you wrap the scarf around Fluttershy's neck, and put the snow cap on over her ears.
- >You don't know why you didn't just let her do it herself.
- >There's only one last thing she needs.
- >You're pretty sure that even if Fluttershy was wearing horse shoes of some kind, they wouldn't protect from the cold.
- >Out of your closet, you grab your snow boots.
- >They look like they'll fit her just fine.
- >The only problem is that there are only two, and she has four hooves.
- >You have an idea on how you might be able to slip by that problem, though.
- "Here, put these on your back hooves."
- >You set the boots in front of her.
- >Wordlessly, she puts one boot on each of her back hooves; she ties them herself.
- "Alright, looks like we're ready!"
- >Fluttershy walks up to you.
- >"Um... okay..."
- >You lead her to the back door of your house.
- >Before you open the door, though , you stop her.
- "I only have the one pair of boots, so I was thinking I could get you something to support yourself on once we get in the snow.
- >Fluttershy nods.
- >"Yes, I could do that."
- "Wait here real quick."
- >You head outside of your garage, onto your snow-covered patio.
- >Once you scour your surroundings for something that Fluttershy could support herself on, you remember that you packed up pretty much everything in your yard except a random two-by-four.
- >Damn! What do you do now?
- >You spend at least two minutes thinking of something she could use.
- >After many minutes of brainstorming, you realize that the answer is right in front of you.
- >Or rather, IS you.
- >You head back inside, and stop in front of Fluttershy.
- "Well, I couldn't manage to find anything of use. I have an idea, though. You don't have to do it if you don't want to; but I was thinking you could hop up on my shoulders."
- >She just gives you a questioning stare.
- "It's okay, I'm sure I can just find something in the hou-"
- >You are cut off by Fluttershy's quiet voice.
- >"N-no... We could do that."
- >It takes a second to decipher what Fluttershy even said; it was too low to be clearly audible.
- "Okay then, this shouldn't be too difficult."
- >You motion for her to follow you to the entrance of the door.
- >There's an awning over the door outside, so you step outside and wait for Fluttershy to catch up.
- >After stepping outside, you crouch down, interlocking your fingers.
- "Climb aboard! Tickets are twenty bucks per passenger."
- >She is about to climb onto your fingers, then stops.
- >"Um... bucks? Do you mean like... with hooves?"
- >Different currency, right. Damn, this takes some getting used to.
- "It's a different name we use for money here."
- >"Oh."
- >With that, you feel a boot on your intertwined hands.
- >Then another.
- >She begins to loose her balance, falling forward onto your head.
- >You do your best to stay stable, letting her adjust herself accordingly.
- >Soon enough, Fluttershy is sitting on your shoulders, back hooves hanging next to both sides of your neck.
- >Her front hooves are resting on your collar bone; you can feel her barrel against the back of your head.
- >Everything seems to be in order, so it's time to head out.
- "All aboard!"
- >You should have been a conductor.
- >Goofiness aside, you step out from under the awning into the snow.
- >You carry Fluttershy out into your yard.
- >Soon, you come to a stop in front of a low hanging tree.
- >After turning around to get a clear view of the sky, you look up.
- "Look at the sky."
- >Fluttershy does as she's told; looking upwards while holding on to your neck for support.
- >"Oh my...! It's beautiful!"
- >The stars and moon are still just as clear as they were a few minutes ago.
- >"Who raises the moon here, Anon?"
- >You never thought about telling her about how the sun and moon work here on Earth.
- "Technically, gravity 'raises' it. In all actuality, the moon orbits around the Earth."
- >Fluttershy gasps.
- >"Really?"
- >Remember, play dumb.
- "Yeah, does your moon not orbit by it's self?"
- >You can feel her shift on your shoulders.
- >"No, it doesn't... What about your sun?"
- "That is what we orbit around. Not to mention Earth it's self is spinning a little over one thousand miles per hour. That's how the sun rises and falls for us. I forget the rest."
- >"Wow..."
- >You and Fluttershy spend a while just looking at the night sky together; making light conversation during that time.
- >Your strength waivers for just a moment, and you wobble backwards.
- >Regaining your footing a moment later, you hear Fluttershy make a surprised screech.
- >Her front legs briefly leave your neck, then come back, wrapping around your head.
- >They are covering your eyes.
- "Agh!"
- >"Something's got a hold of me!"
- >You stumble, her grip tightens.
- >Then her back legs slip from your shoulders, only to come back, wrapped around the bottom half of your face.
- "Flphershy! Mph! Leff guhff!"
- >You can't tell her to let go, her legs are covering your mouth.
- >This is worse than that time you were mugged by that weird midget dude in Vegas!
- >Okay, nothing will ever be as weird or traumatizing as that night.
- >"Anon, help!"
- >Maybe if a certain SOMEBODY let go of your eyes for a second, you could...
- >Fluttershy's death grip on your face combined with her freaking out disorients you; making you loose your balance and fall.
- >You fall back, Fluttershy's grip only able to keep you up for a second before slipping off of your head.
- >"AAAH!"
- >Great, now you're laying on the ground, don't know up from down, the water was probably left running, and you hear sobbing above you.
- >Your eyes are squeezed shut at the moment; once you are re-oriented, you slowly open them.
- >In the tree above you, you see Fluttershy flailing her legs around.
- >With the help of the moonlight above, you see that the coat you gave her has caught on a branch.
- >What a night.
- >The coat wasn't a perfect fit, still a bit big for her; but because of this, the branch must have been able to slip all the way through to the collar.
- >You get up and look at the pony in the tree.
- >She's still flailing her legs; her wings are restricted by the jacket.
- >Without saying anything, you rest a hand on the top of her head.
- >This makes her freeze up instantly.
- >Her eyes shoot open, pupils shrunken to a pin prick.
- >"A-anon?"
- >You can't help it. You burst out laughing.
- >You speak in between your laughs.
- "Fluttershy... It's only a tree!"
- >Another bout of laughter overtakes you.
- >"A... a tree...?"
- >She looks over her shoulder, and spots the branch she is hanging on.
- >"Oh..."
- >She lets loose a sigh of relief.
- >You still can't contain your laughter; Fluttershy looks over and notices this.
- >She's starting to sweat and hyperventilate.
- >Shit bro, better start calming your laughing ass.
- >By the time you stop, she's covering her eyes; unable to run away from your outburst.
- >Should you feel bad for doing that? You didn't have much control there.
- >You were never much for hiding your feelings, anyway; so it makes it quite hard dealing with a personality like this.
- >It makes you thankful that no rabid fans know you have this pony here; especially after this little happening.
- >Beaten within an inch of your life covered in cheeto dust and grease is not how you like spending your day.
- >Alright, you should probably get Fluttershy out of this fucking tree.
- >You go over a mental checklist for helping a pony out of a tree.
- >Step One: If you were just laughing at their misfortune, apologize; comfort if necessary.
- >You pat her on the shoulder.
- >In response, Fluttershy tries to shrug it off.
- >You put your hand back at your side.
- >Well shit, didn't she usually like this sort of thing?
- >Doing your best to put on a gentle smile, you begin.
- "Uhh... Look... I really didn't mean to laugh at you. It's just, we all make mistakes, right?"
- >She doesn't respond.
- >This isn't working.
- >Maybe you should move on to Step Two: Actually remove the pony from the fucking tree, you dipshit.
- >Deciding to just take a direct approach, you grab her by both sides, and slide her off of the branch with relative ease.
- >Your arms strain under her weight; and as soon as you put her on the ground, she sets off at full gallop towards the house.
- "Fluttershy, wait!"
- >Too late, she's already made her way into the house.
- "Well... Shit."
- >It's gonna be one of those nights.
- >Well, this is no good.
- >You didn't expect her to take it this hard!
- >You hear the door to the garage shut.
- >Now that Fluttershy is out of sight, you realize just how out of hand this could get if you don't catch up.
- >Not that she needs supervision, but if she ends up running away from your house, then gets seen... Well, you know the rest.
- >Trekking through the snow takes you a shorter amount of time than usual; your worry getting the better of you.
- >Once you reach the garage, you run up to the door to the front yard, open it, and step outside.
- >She's not here.
- >It's too early to tell if that's a bad thing or not.
- >You don't even bother to lock your door as you rush back inside your house.
- "Fluttershy! Where are you?!"
- >All that comes from your question is the slight ringing in your ears.
- >You run through your house, looking in every room that it contains.
- >Fluttershy is nowhere to be found.
- >You pace around your living room, pulling out your hair as you mutter to yourself.
- "Shit... shit... Aw FUCK..."
- >The only other place she can be is outside.
- >You rush for the door, but are stopped by a thought.
- >What if she somehow comes back and you aren't here?
- >Taking this thought to mind, you scrawl a quick note with an apology and put it on the table.
- >With that, you run outside.
- >If there was one thing you were thankful for, it was not having many neighbors.
- >You run around your block; even parts beyond that for at least half an hour.
- >With a defeated sigh, you turn back in the direction of home.
- >You haphazardly toss your coat on the couch, along with your other winter clothes, leaving you in your underwear and T-shirt.
- >It's 10:03 PM. You don't normally sleep this early, but you're fucking drained right now.
- >Looks like you'll be able to use your bed again; that's an upside, right?
- >You stumble your way to your bedroom; ready to just end this day.
- >Grabbing at the covers of your unmade bed, you pull them back.
- >Underneath them is a sleeping yellow pegasus.
- >Your right eyelid twitches.
- >You really need to stop panicking so easily.
- >The last time you panicked this bad was when you were up for four days straight and thought the UPS guy was a secret agent keeping tabs on you.
- >Yeah, you try not to speak of the dark times.
- >After the biggest anti-climax of your life, you clear your couch of the items you put on it, flop down, and go to sleep.
- >...
- >You're way too wired to sleep right now.
- >You laid down an hour ago, and you haven't even dosed off once.
- >What usually helps in this kind of a situation?
- >Tea... A book... counting sheep...
- >Alcohol...
- >Should you?
- >Fuck it. You're too tired and grumpy to care right now.
- >You stumble to the kitchen, and open your cabinet that holds a few different ingredients.
- >There it is.
- >A bottle of whiskey that you used to make... what was it?
- >Your mind is too foggy to remember right now.
- >You take out a shot glass; a gift that a relative gave to you at a Christmas party because they couldn't think of ideas.
- >Can't say you blame them; it's hard to think of gifts for people you've hardly met.
- >Funniest part about it is that you weren't a drinker.
- >You still aren't a heavy drinker now, but you feel like you need to calm down.
- >...
- >How much have you drank?
- >Your clouded judgement tells you to just close the bottle and head back to the couch.
- >So you do just that; at least you think so.
- >...
- >"Anon?!"
- >WAITWAT.
- >You shoot up out of your prone position.
- >Well, you try to, but you end up hitting your head on the underside of your kitchen table.
- "GAH! Fuuuck..."
- >Your head is killing you right now.
- >"Anon... are... are you okay?"
- >All you can manage is a groan.
- >You rub your head, doing your best to alleviate the hangover.
- >Note to self: Fuck drinking.
- >You slowly turn your head, careful to not agitate it any more than you already have.
- >It's Fluttershy; she looks like she's worried sick.
- "Fl...Fluttershy?"
- >It hurts to speak.
- >"What happened, Anon? You were passed out under the table! I didn't know if you were okay or not..."
- >The talking... Make it stop...
- >You formulate your best response.
- "Yeah... It's too long a story to tell in my current state."
- >You do your best to get out from under the table, and stand up.
- >The room spins.
- >You aren't sure what time it is; good thing you have flexible hours at work.
- "So..."
- >You pause, composing yourself.
- "You want some breakfast?"
- >You are "late" for work.
- >By that, you mean that you are past the time you set for yourself to be at the firm.
- >Normally, you leave at six in the morning. It's half past seven right now.
- >Fluttershy agreed to breakfast, but was still worried about just why in the hell you were passed out under the kitchen table.
- >You told her that you'd tell her what happened once breakfast was ready.
- "Any ideas on what you'd like to eat?"
- >"I'm sure that anything you choose will be good."
- >You used to just have a piece of toast in the morning, or nothing at all; it wasn't until Fluttershy came around that you started making bigger meals for breakfast.
- >Eventually you think of a good meal.
- >A few minutes pass, and you have everything you need to make some omelettes.
- >You never had a chance to make them much; or the motivation for that matter.
- >It doesn't take you long before you have two eggs whipped and in the pan.
- >Next, you add some green peppers and onions, topped off with some shredded cheese.
- >Finally you put the lid over the pan.
- >While that cooks, you put two slices of bread in the toaster.
- "So, are you feeling any better today, Fluttershy?"
- >You look over to her, she's awkwardly standing in the middle of the kitchen with nothing to really do until the food's ready.
- >"I feel a lot better this morning; thanks for asking."
- >That's good. Now you know she's not going to just drop dead from being sick.
- >Y'know, she's always offering to help out, maybe you could give her a task to help you today.
- "Hey Fluttershy? Do you think you could take the toast out of the toaster and put some jam on both slices once they're ready?"
- >She gives a gentle nod.
- >"Okay."
- >Soon enough, the bread pops out of the toaster; now slightly darker and crunchier.
- >Fluttershy retrieves the two slices and puts one on each of your plates.
- >She takes them to the table to apply the jam.
- >You check under the pan lid.
- >This one's done.
- >You take the spatula and fold it over; then walk over and put it on Fluttershy's plate.
- >Yours is the same, but with sausage and ham added to the mix.
- >"This smells great, Anon!"
- >Her comment makes you smile.
- "Thanks, I try my best."
- >Your food is ready, and you take it to the table.
- >Fluttershy seems to have waited for you to arrive before eating.
- >Well, that was nice, you guess.
- >You never really cared much for table manners.
- "Alright, let's dig in!"
- >Both of you begin eating; Fluttershy compliments you on your cooking after the first bite.
- >Soon enough, Fluttershy asks you about your earlier situation.
- >"I hope I'm not prying too much Anon... But what happened this morning? You had me really worried... Are you sick?"
- >Well, now that you've been awake for a while, your hangover has settled down a bit and you can actually tell her.
- "I got drunk."
- >Yeah, simple as that.
- >"D-drunk? What does that mean...? Do you need a doctor?"
- >Wow, they don't have alcohol where she's from?
- >Jesus.
- "Nothing bad, it just means that I drank too much of a drink that clouds your mind, and gives you headaches once it wears off."
- >It's a simple explanation, but good enough in your book.
- >"That seems kind of... dangerous..."
- >You should have known she'd be one of THOSE types.
- "Well, it can be if you're not careful. Especially if you're driving."
- >Her eyes widen just a bit, you can imagine that she's playing out the scene in her head.
- >When she replies, her voice is a bit shaky.
- >"D-do you drink it... often?"
- >You shake your head.
- "No; this is the first time in about five years I've drank this much in one go. I only did it because I was having trouble sleeping after what happened last night."
- >Fluttershy cocks her head.
- >"Last night?"
- >Oh yeah, you guys never talked about what happened last night.
- >You explain to her what happened after she ran back inside the house.
- >"Oh no...! I was hiding my head under the pillow, I must not have heard you; I didn't know you would spend all that time looking for me..."
- >She hangs her head.
- >Jesus, will you ever be able to go one day without making this pony upset?
- "Hey, hey, it's alright; it was mostly my fault. I panicked too fast, and didn't think about what I was doing. In fact, I should be apologizing."
- >You clear your throat.
- "That was another thing. Sorry for my outburst last night, I didn't consider that you might not like it..."
- >Fluttershy has a small smile on her face.
- >"I forgive you, Anon. You couldn't have known."
- >Actually, you kind of did...
- >You smile.
- "Thanks."
- (Pastebin privated part 3. You can find it here: https://ponepaste.org/2280)
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