In Loco Parentis (Part 10)

>It was over a week late, but you and Scootaloo managed to get everything in place to celebrate Christmas properly.
>AJ was kind enough to help you find a nice small pine tree to cut down.
>As you placed small trinkets on the tree, you recalled what AJ told you while you were recovering in the hospital.
>”Diamond Dogs don’t go kidnapping pony folk for no reason, Anon. They’re only interested in gems and such.” She explained.
>You figured as much, but there was nothing in the room that would be of value. You even asked Scootaloo, and she said there were no gems or anything in her room.
>In another flashback, you recalled Scootaloo visiting you in your hospital bed while you were resting. She was feeling better after some rest and food in her belly. The doctors said she only had a few bruises and cuts.
>She was crying at the state you were in, and just how much she missed you. As you hugged Scootaloo you began to ask questions.
>Although the whole experience shook her, she was able to recall what happened for the most part. “I was kind of scared at first, especially when they came through the window. I got up to run away but they caught me and put me in a bag.”
>You remember seeing a piece of thread that was from a burlap sack of some sort in the wooded area. “Those diamond dogs ran quickly through the snow, and before I knew it, I was tossed into this dingy cell.”
Why do you sound so casual about this?
>”Huh?”
I’m happy to see that you’re OK, but you were kidnapped, and I was worried sick about you. I thought I lost you...
>”I’m sorry dad, it’s just...”
No, you don’t need to be sorry. Please tell me what happened.
>You didn’t want her to feel bad, but you didn’t think a kid like Scootaloo would be anything but scared by the whole situation.
>”Well, the diamond dogs didn’t talk to me at first. I tried asking them why they kidnapped me, but they kept ignoring me.”
So they didn’t say why? They just threw you into a prison cell?
>”Yeah, but when I complained enough, they told me to be quiet. All they gave me was crummy bread to eat and a dish of water.”
They didn’t hurt you, did they?
>”No, but at one point they looked at me like I was food.”
>You could feel your own heart racing at the idea. How close was Scootaloo to being eaten?
>”I was really tired by end of it, I just wanted to sleep.” Scootaloo cuddles up to you on the hospital bed.
>At least she was safe. That’s all that mattered.
>While you set up the decorations of the pine tree, Scootaloo decided to go into the kitchen to bake some cookies.
>The tinsel on the tree shimmered and sparkled softly as you put on a few more decorations. The smell of pine reminded you of home.
>Did anyone miss you back on earth?
>”Who else is coming for Christmas Dinner?” Scootaloo calls out from the kitchen?
>You snap back into the moment and almost didn’t catch what she said.
Oh, well I think it might be only us. We can a nice quiet dinner together.
>”Why not invite AppleJack? You seem to like her now.”
>Just AppleJack or maybe her family? You would like to give her thanks for finding Scootaloo.
>By the time you’re finished thanking her, the word itself will probably lose all meaning.
Yeah, maybe that would be nice. Invite them over for a nice hot meal and a way to thank AJ.
>It wasn’t long before you could smell something coming from the kitchen. Scootaloo was becoming more comfortable working in the kitchen and wasn’t so dependent on you cooking for her all the time.
>You had Christmas dinner all planned out, but you could accommodate a pony or so.
>Taking Scootaloo with you, the two of you headed down to Sweet Apple Acres to invite the Apple family to dinner.
>Scootaloo races ahead of you and knocks at the door, sure enough it was Granny Smith that opens the door. “Well hello there, young’un. Comin’ over to play wit AppleBloom?”
>You’re not far behind Scootaloo as you wave hello to the elderly pony. “What brings you around here, Anon?”
Is AppleJack here?
>Granny Smith calls out to AJ, and invites you inside so you wouldn’t have to stand outside in the cold. AppleJack makes her way downstairs and greets you with a peck to the cheek. “Hey there, sug. What can I do for you?”
Would you and your family like to join us for Christmas Dinner? We’ll be having it tomorrow late afternoon.
>”Well shoot, that sounds like a good time. Do we need to wear anything or bring something?”
No, just bring yourselves. Come around 3:30 tomorrow, we’ll relax and have snacks before we have dinner.
>”Shucks Anon, that’s mighty kind of ya to be making all that grub for yerself. How about me and Granny Smith whip up a couple of pies for dessert? That sound fair, sugar cube?”
>You couldn’t refuse a generous offer like that.
Sounds great, see you tomorrow then.
>You and Scootaloo take off to go grocery shopping and get a few extra things. She was so adorable wearing her scarf as she hops through the snow.
>As you both made your way Scootaloo walks up next to you and asks, “Do you love AppleJack?”
Well, she’s very nice and has done a lot for me. Plus she found you.
>”Is that the only reason? What happened to Ms. Cheerilee?” she asked inquisitively.
We’ve been over this; she and I decided we weren’t made for each other. We both left on good terms.
>The next day, you woke up early to get Scootaloo’s gifts under the tree and started to make breakfast.
>Scootaloo, still in her PJs, rushes down the stairs and looks in amazement at the Christmas tree and the gifts below it. “Dad! Santa was here?!”
Look’s that way, do you want something to eat first or presents?
>”PRESENTS!”
>Like a flash she set upon her gifts in flash, like a small tornado sending pieces of gift wrapping paper everywhere.
>You got yourself a small plate of breakfast and a cup of coffee. Sitting down on a chair you watched Scootaloo with a smile as she struggles to open up some of the packages.
>She gnaws on the corner of the box playfully and finally manages to open them.
>Toys, gadgets, clothes and treats for your little Scoots.
>”Hey, did Santa bring you anything?”
Maybe, did you check under the tree?
>Scootaloo walks around the tree and manages to find one tiny wrapped up box that you placed under it yourself. “Here’s one! Open it!”
Well, let’s see.
>Ripping the paper off, it was a box of chocolates from Sugar Cube Corner that you liked. “That’s it?” Scootaloo asked.
I didn’t ask much for Santa, having you here is the greatest gift I could ask for. Merry Christmas Scootaloo.
>She instantly reached up and you gave her a hug with a small peck to her soft cheek. “Merry Christmas dad.”
>There were a couple more gifts for her to unwrap, but as Scootaloo looked at what she had and what you had, she looked a little worried.
>”You know, I could share my stuff with you if you like.” She smiles nervously.
>you raise an eyebrow at her
You actually want me to wear your new clothes?
>”Dad! That’s not what I meant!” she giggles at you.
>You reach over and pick up one of her dresses and hold it over your chest, all the while you do a little sway and trying to do a girly voice.
>”Stop being so silly!” she laughs uncontrollably.
>After cleaning up and managing to get Scootaloo to have some breakfast, it was time to get started on dinner.
>Most of this was pretty fancy stuff, but Scootaloo was able to help out as best she can.
>It wasn’t going to be super traditional like back home, but you weren’t about to serve turkey or ham to them. First on the menu was Roasted Butternut squash soup.
>Chopped, drizzled with butter and braised until tendered, then pureed with the proper spices and cream. Brussel sprouts with a cheese dressing. Caramelized scallions with mash potatoes, Scootaloo was actually good at peeling despite having hooves.
>Yeah, you weren’t too sure how that worked.
>Jellied cranberry sauce with slices of apples. Mushroom and tofu pot pie. Vegetable Sheppard pie and finally some braised leeks.
>Just as Scootaloo finished setting the table for six, there’s a knock at the door.
Oh, can you get that? It must be them.
>Scootaloo rushes to the door and there was the Apple family waiting. You could hear the commotion as you dried off your soapy dish hands.
>Dinner wasn’t quite ready, but this would be good time to let them settle in and get comfy before it was supper time.
>You went to the door to see that the Apples were already in the entrance way. There was AppleJack, looking gorgeous as ever.
>Big Mac had a couple of apple pies wrapped up and ready to be re-heated.
>Of course she has a gift all wrapped up, but you greet her with a hug. “Hey there, sug. I got a little sumthing for ya.”
>She holds out the gift for you.
AJ, you didn’t have to get me anything.
>”Ah shucks, don’t be like that. You said this Christmas was a time for giving. It’s from the Apple family to you.”
>It was something small, probably a book. But instead of gift paper it was newspaper instead.
Well, come on it. We can relax in the living room while we wait for dinner to finish cooking.
>Scootaloo and AppleBloom race upstairs to play with some of the new toys. You offer the Apple Family some refreshments and snacks while you wait.
>”My oh my, this here young’un is a real catch. Can cook good grub and is mighty hospitable. You found yerself a good one here AppleJack.” Granny Smith winks at her.
>AJ blushes, “G-Granny! Don’t go saying things like that in front of him.”
>”Oh, I’m just playin’ wit ya. But Anon is a mighty fine fella. So, how do you plan on doin’ it?”
Doing what ma’am?
>”Why takin’ over the family business of course. Once you marry into the family you run the business!”
>AppleJack immediately interjects, “Uh Granny, isn’t it a tad bit early to be talking about this? We haven’t been together for long you know...”
>”Well it never hurt to think about the future, now don’t it?” Granny Smith turns to smile at you. She was a funny old thing, that pony.
>Thankfully the subject changed but it wasn’t long before dinner was ready. You and AppleJack sat on one side of the table, Big Mac and Granny took the opposite sides. Finally AppleBloom and Scootaloo sat together opposite to you.
>Once everything was put onto plates and everyp0ny was settled into a chair you took your spot next to AppleJack.
>They looked at you as if waiting for a cue. “Sug, didn’t you mention another part of a traditional Christmas Dinner?”
Oh right, grace. Um, I know some people use specific prayer, but I can adlib one for this occasion.
>You bowed your head and clasped your hands, the others followed suit.
Lord, we give thanks for the food we are about to receive. We thank you for watching over those who dear to us and for those who may not be able to celebrate today. We ask this in your name, Amen.
>”Thank goodness, ahm starvin’!” AppleBloom blurted out. She dives head first into her plate of food.
>AppleJack was about to yell at AppleBloom, but you told her it was OK. Everyone else was already busy eating.
>Dinner went off without a hitch, more or less and you were all able to engage in some conversation.
>Granny Smith was asking you some questions about life back where you’re from and your family.
Well, I didn’t know my dad growing up, but I was living on my own for a short while before I ended up here. I’m surprised you folks are open to weird creatures like me.
>”Oh fiddle sticks, we’re really good folk when you get to know us...” she begins to trail on about the ‘good ol’ days’.
>Scootaloo and Applebloom were busy talking and snickering loudly; poor Big Mac was making sure they weren’t getting out of hand.
>You felt a hoof on your leg.
>You glance down quickly to see it was AppleJack doing the deed. She looks to you and gives you a quick eyebrow flash with a small smile.
>She was rubbing the inner part of your leg under the table while you were trying to listen to Granny Smith’s story.
>You had to give her credit, she was getting into it.
>After supper was finished, you put the apple pies in the oven to heat up while you and the others sat around and talked some more.
>Scootaloo and AppleBloom left the kitchen to play for a bit.
>Soon it was time to enjoy some fresh homemade apple pie with a cup of tea.
>Before you knew it, it was getting late and it was time for them to head home for the night.
>You gave AppleJack a kiss and thanked her for coming over. “You cook some real good food there Anon. We’ll have to start doin’ this every year.”
>As they left, you looked at the wrapped up gift that they gave you. Everyone was so caught up in dinner and whatnot you forgot to open it.
>Carefully you tug open the wrapping and your suspicions were correct. It was a book.
“Vegetable Soup for the Father & Daughter Soul”...
>Curious title.
>You read the back of the book and it gave a brief description of inspirational stories collected in this book.
>You may be older than Scootaloo, but you could still learn a thing or two.
>Spring was almost here, and it marked the one year anniversary that you ended up here in Equestria.
>It was time for Winter Wrap Up. Unfortunately, you didn’t really like to sing.
>Something else was on your mind for a while now. Scootaloo was acting strange.
>She seemed restless, like something was bugging her.
>When asked, she didn’t want to talk much about it. You figured it was probably because the winter season can be depressing for some.
>As soon as spring came around, and she was back in school she’ll probably be back to her old self.
>The time to wrap up winter was here. You were assigned to work in the fields and help to shovel away the snow.
>You were too work with AppleJack on the farm.
You know, back on earth nature took care of itself. We didn’t have to bring back the birds and animals.
>”No foolin’? Then how did the snow go away?” AppleJack asked.
You see, it’s based on the position of the earth and the sun. During certain periods of the year...
>You were cut short by a whistle blowing. It was your cue to start plowing the snow.
>As you mentioned before, you didn’t really like to sing. But you’d be damn if that song wasn’t catchy as hell.
>Hours flew by, and you were sick of that damn song.
>What you wouldn’t do for an MP3 player with some good music right about now...
>Soon the sun was shining warmer than before and huge swarms of birds filled the sky as they returned home.
>Winter was officially wrapped up.
>A few days later, later you caught Scootaloo out in the front yard of the house buzzing her wings early in the morning.
>She strained and concentrated, but her little body could only hover just above the ground.
>As you watched her, the wings on her back sputtered out and she plops to the ground. She looked hurt.
>Not because she fell, but because of something more deep and personal.
>You went out to greet her. And in her typical fashion, she laughed nervously and acted like nothing happened.
>Not saying another word, you gently folded out her tiny wings and looked at them.
>She looked down at the ground, as if she was ashamed of herself.
Does it hurt when you try to fly?
>”Only if I try really hard....” she mutters.
>With a sigh you tenderly massage her wings, just to try and make her feel better.
Maybe it’s time we went to see a doctor.
>Later that day you talked to Rainbow Dash in private.
Is it unusual for a pegasus her age to not being able to fly? I’m not really an expert on this kind of thing.
>”Learning to fly is like puberty, everyp0ny goes through it at some point. Some get it done early like yours truly, while others a bit behind.”
Well, I’d feel better if she went to see a doctor. But I’d thought I would ask you on the manner.
>”Hey, the kid deserves a chance to fly, right? You’re only looking out for a pegasus natural calling.”
I’ll go to Ponyville and find a doctor then.
>Rainbow Dash quickly interjects, “You’ll have to go to Clouds Dale for that, Anon. The doctors up there are more qualified to examine a pegasus.”
>You and Rainbow Dash arranged to have RD take Scootaloo to Clouds Dale for an appointment.
>It took a while too; you had to book in advance. But you were able to schedule an appointment a few weeks later.
>But Scootaloo’s actual appointment wasn’t scheduled till much later. It pained you to see her frustrated during that time.
>Soon enough, RD and Scoot left early in the morning. They would most likely be gone for the whole day while they ran the exams and tests.
>You were nervous.
>You just hoped that Scootaloo was a bit behind. Probably nothing worse for her self-esteem than not being able to fly.
>Hell, even Fluttershy can fly.
>There’s no point in sitting around being a worrywart. Stuff had to get done today.
>You went back to your room, and there on the bedside was that book you borrowed from Twilight. The Karma Sutra-esque book you’ve been reading.
>Sitting at the edge of your bed, you skimmed through some of the pages.
>Looking at the calendar, you realized something.
>It was the start of the estrus cycle.
>It was the same time last year when you faked being sick.
>AppleJack has been patient ever since you told her that you loved her.
>It wouldn’t be right to keep her waiting.
>You asked yourself if you were only going to do this because you felt obligated for what she has done, or do you really love her with all your heart?
>The more you thought of AJ, the less you felt inclined to having sex with her just because.
>AppleJack was someone who you really felt like you could live out the rest of your life with.
>You finally came to a conclusion.
>You knew what had to be done.
>Later that day you went to Sweet Apple Acres. There just outside of the Apple Family home was AppleJack.
>She looked to you as you approached and waved.
>”Hey there, sug. Did Scootaloo head out to see the doctor today?” she asked. She might have been doing some labour, or it could be that she’s in heat because she is sweating a fierce storm.
Yes, but AppleJack, there’s something important I want to talk to you about.
>”What is it?”
Can we talk about it inside?
>”Sure thing, come on.” She leads you into the house.
>The house was quieter than normal.
Where is everyone?
>”Granny and AppleBloom are down shopping in Ponyville for the day. And Big Mac is taking the day off and hangin’ out with some friends.”
>You didn’t think the big lug had friends.
>AJ takes a seat at the family table; you pull up a chair next to her. “What is it you need to talk about, sug?”
>You take of her hooves in your hand. Looking down at the ground, you thought on your words before you spoke to her.
You know how grateful I am for what you’ve done for me and Scootaloo. I did some thinking this morning.... about us.
>She looked at you, her deep emerald eyes pierced your soul.
At first, I thought it was out of obligation. But I knew from the moment that I said ‘I love you’, that I would like to spend the rest of my life with you.
>You could see the tears in her eyes. She was going to speak, but you put a finger to her lips.
When humans love each other beyond sexual gratification, that’s a sign of love. But, I’m here for you and I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.
>You slowly take off her hat and place it on the table. Running your hand and fingers through her mane, her eyes close halfway.
>She regains her composure briefly and smiles at you, “I always knew you were the one, Anon.”
>You both paused for a brief moment. Then the fiery passion within her and you broke loose.
>She flies into your chest, her lips planted onto yours. The force of the impact tips the chair you were sitting in, and you fall flat on your back with her on top.
>She moans with her eyes closed as both your tongues intermingle and explore.
>AJ really did taste like apples.
>You ran your fingers through her mane, it drapes over and around both of your faces.
>She was already grinding her hips against you.
>Both of you break off from the kiss, a thread of saliva trails off between both of you.
How about we go somewhere more comfortable?
>Without another word, you pick up AppleJack and head up the stairs. The horny little she-devil starts to make out with you again as you climbed the stairs.
>Her moaning and groaning was enough to send you over the edge. It’s been a long time since you felt the touch of a woman.
>You finally reach her room and open the door with one hand. You sit down on the edge of the bed, and she breaks off from the kiss.
>With a gentle nudge, she pushes you down onto the bed and starts toying with your shirt, “Why don’t you get more comfortable, Anon?”
>She was referring to your abundance of clothing.
>As you pulled your shirt up over your head, you could feel her already pulling at your pants. The belt buckle stopped her from being successful.
>You chuckle as you finish removing your shirt, then you quickly go to remove your pants. You undo the belt buckle and you tease AJ by slowly removing your pants.
>AJ could see your member trying to pitch the tent, so to speak. She grabs onto your pants with her mouth and pulls them off your legs.
>There was still the matter of your boxer shorts to attend to. But you stop AJ from completing the task of removing them.
>You gesture her to come forward. With you laying on the bed, AJ jumps on board and lays on top of you, “How do you wanna do this, sug?” she breathes heavily into your ear.
We could try this...
>You motioned for her to head south. She eagerly turns around and attends to your raging member. You could she was already wet and excited.
>Just as she starts to pull away your boxer shorts away from the prize, you start to lightly trace a finger around her slit.
>Her juices were flowing and you ran your finger lightly down towards her clit. You could see her tensing up at the sensation followed by her short gasps.
>AJ immediately goes to work on you and starts to lick the shaft. Her hot breath and saliva envelops your cock as she works her way from the bottom up.
>With a gulp, she takes you into her mouth. Her horny moans enticed you to keep up as you rubbed her clit, her entire vagina started to wink and convulse at a steady pace.
>Her tail rested on your shoulder, but it soon wrapped around the back of your neck and gently pulled your face closer to her marehood.
>You dragged your tongue up her slit, the light taste of apple and hay tingled on your taste buds. Her mouth is moving up and down faster as her tongue swirls around the head.
>With a gentle suck you tease at her clit, and flick it with the tip of your tongue. Her body quivers and shakes with each tantalizing lick.
>Closer and closer you brought each other to the edge, you could feel yourself about to burst.
>AJ’s moaning and heavy breathing through her nostrils as almost too much. You paused briefly to catch your breath, and AJ stopped as well.
>You lay her on her back and hovered over her. Her sparkling green eyes gazed at your rock hard member as it dripped with pre-cum.
>AppleJack bit her lower lip in anticipation and gave you a sultry look as she spread her legs. Her dripping wet marehood still winking, demanding your manhood.
>Leaning right over her, your face right next to hers, she wraps her arms around the back of your next.
>You traced the tip of your member on her slit up and down slowly; making her juices flow and wetting the tip of your cock.
>Her hips start to move and you finally insert the tip. She was still smaller than you; you didn’t want to cause any unnecessary discomfort.
>She lets out a small yelp, and slowly you slid into her warmth.
>A  tight, wet hole wrapped around your rock solid member. You pushed in and out to the movement of her contractions.
>For the first pleasurable moments, you and AJ looked into each other’s eyes loving and shared another deep passionate kiss.
>You explore each other’s mouth with your tongues as you continued to drive your hips into her.
>She starts to gasp as you feel the vaginal walls squeeze around you and a flood of hot mare juice coats your member and leaks out of her.
>You forgot that ponies have a short lived stamina drive when it comes to sex.
>But you were still going.
>AJ looked up to you as you continued to push further and harder into her. The intense pleasure looked like it was making her go blind.
>Her eyes were almost rolling up into the back of her head.
>You decided to let yourself go and with a final push you release your hot sticky seed all over her insides.
>Both of you were breathing heavy and you almost chuckle when you look into her eyes. She gives you a quick peck on the lips and snuggles up to you.
>You lay down next to her; she pulls herself right next to you with arms wrapped around. A heavenly contented smile plastered all over her face.
>There wasn’t much to say; instead you both basked in the afterglow with AppleJack.
>You are now Fluttershy.
>You could’ve sworn you saw Anon leaving his house.
>If he knew what time of the year it was, why wasn’t he sick like last time?
>Something wasn’t right, so you followed him from a distance.
>You eyed his flank with a lustful greedy look. Someday he will be yours.
>He’s heading to Sweet Apple Acres.
What’s he up to?
>As soon as Anon and AppleJack went inside, you hovered close to the door with your ear right up to it.
>You could hear talking, but you couldn’t quite make out what was being said.
>There was a brief moment of silence followed by something hitting the floor. You jump in surprise but you didn’t yell.
>It sounded like somep0ny was running upstairs? Was Anon or AJ running away?
>You hovered around the house till you got up to the second level, there through a window you peeked and saw Anon carrying AJ and walking into a room.
>You flew around, and there was another window that was partially covered by some curtains.
>There you peeked in with the corner of your eyes and you could see Anon and AJ were on the bed.
>Your heart was beating faster at the sight of Anon stripping his clothes. His body was everything you imagined it would look like.
>But when you say it was AppleJack that he was fooling around with, that filled you with this intense frustrated emotion.
>It didn’t help that you were in heat and what you saw enticed you to keep watching. It was an itch that you couldn’t scratch, but there was Anon the love of your life doing it with AJ.
>You finally got a glimpse of his mighty majestic member, and you felt faint. But even more so you felt betrayed, cheated, lied to, and played like a fool.
>All this time you thought Anon was bluffing just to get you off his back, but he really was in love with AJ.
>With tears in your eyes, you flew away far from the Sweet Apple farm.
>When you were far away you stopped; you were breathing short quick gasps. “He lied to you.” The voice said.
But I was supposed to make Anon happy...
>”And look what happened. He tricked us! You were being too soft. Now you failed us and Anon.”
No... I can’t give up on Anon. He just doesn’t realize it...
>You began to laugh nervously. “Now we both two problems; Scootaloo and AppleJack...”
>What was it going to take to show Anon how much you loved him?
>”That it sink in, Fluttershy. You’re the one that Anon needs. We just need to lay low for a while and plan this out carefully....”
>You stopped crying. Whatever it would take, you will make Anon love you.
>Maybe not today, probably not tomorrow.
>But someday.
>You are now Anon.
>After that was said and done you both took a shower together. You spent a part of the afternoon together, talking, laughing and discussing what this could mean for you in the future.
>”I think you should consider becoming part of the family, Anon.”
I’m just worried about Scootaloo at the moment. Since I’m not a pegasus I wasn’t able to exactly fulfill her needs to fly and that has me worried. Rainbow Dash said it could be just a time thing.
>”Shucks, you were probably the best thing to happen to the poor kid. C’mon, let’s not fuss over small details. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
Not only that, but those Diamond Dogs still have me worried. I just wish I could ask them why.
>”Anon, we’ve been over this. They don’t just steal ponies, they probably thought Scootaloo had gems or something.”
>Then why would they have kept her for so long? They didn’t even ask for a ransom.
>You promised nothing bad would happen to Scoots, and you’ll have to keep on that promise.
>Later that day, you went to the hardware store and picked up a few supplies.
>At home you installed extra locks, deadbolts, and security measures to all the windows and doors.
>You were already finished making supper by the time Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo came home. When you opened the door, Scootaloo didn’t even look at you.
>She runs into your arms and buries her head into your shoulder.
>Rainbow Dash stood there in the doorway, something was troubling her.
What’s up? How did the appointment go?
>”Can I come in?” she asked.
>You lead her inside and closed the door behind you.
What’s wrong?
>Rainbow Dash begins to tell you that Scootaloo’s wing structure is stunted.
>The doctors don’t expect that she will be able to fly.