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- >As soon as you reach the cottage, Fluttershy hits the ground and flits in and out of the home, carrying food to everyone she missed
- >You're almost dizzy, but you feel it's better now to fade into the background.
- >Every animal came in to view and was immediately fed in practiced motions, Flutters apologizing profusely to each in sucession
- >They almost always waved and said to think nothing of it, but you could tell her mood didn't change
- >Rainbow wasn't very skilled in animal-related labour, but she helped regardless
- 'Hey, uh, sorry I can't help.'
- >You sheepishly shrug mentally, unable to think of anything else to say
- >'Oh, you don't need to be sorry.' Came the reply. 'It's not your fau--'
- >The transmission stopped
- 'Wow. What an asshole move. I'm proud of you Flutters.'
- >You were proud, but not for the reason you were implying. But that's better left not said.
- >"I-I'm sorry!" She blurted out loud, "I didn't mean anything like that!"
- >A squirrel looked incredulously at her. Fucking mobsters.
- 'Don't worry about it, Flutters. I kinda agree. Wish I could help out more.'
- >You know, in a non-physical labour kind of way
- >You're not THAT nice. Not for nopony.
- >'Don't worry, you don't have to!' She threw on a shakey smile. 'I'm almost done.'
- >You haven't seen someone this obviously denying reality since Twilight-
- >You were going to add a reference to a time she went crazy. You realized you didn't have to.
- 'Look, don't beat yourself up. That's my job. You're stealing food from my mouth is what I'm saying.'
- >Fluttershy froze
- >'Are you...an anti-changeling?'
- 'Yes.'
- >no you aren't
- >But you now want to be one
- >It's good to have life goals.
- >'It's not nice to lie to me about stuff like that...' She trails off in your mind
- >Oh, a woman who can always tell if you're lying. That's just what you need.
- "Listen, all I'm saying is it's not your fault. You've been nothing but nice, and it pisses me off when people like you beat themselves"
- >nonsexually
- >Internally you check that kek, but you try to keep your cool.
- >"Uh...Anon?" Rainbow Dash asks, floating up to you.
- >Oh. You're flying. Look at that
- >You try desperately not to hit the ground, which is doing more harm than good as Fluttershy fights with you for control.
- >You come to a skidding landing in the dirt.
- >"Who was talking just there?" Rainbow asked, steadying you
- >Fluttershy was quiet for the moment, and you took action to avoid awkward silences
- "It was me."
- >You put your best Fluttershy impression to the test, and gave a squeak. Awkward noises are better than awkward silences.
- >You feel your head recoil, and Fluttershy takes over control again
- >"N-no it wasn't! I mean, I, it..." She shakes her head a bit from side to side. "It was Anon!"
- >Rainbow smiled. "Well, either way, I think we got all the animals."
- >Fluttershy nodded happily. "I'm glad!"
- >You hear a thumping next to you
- "I swear to all that is unholy, me included, if it's that rabbit--"
- >You turn to see Angel at your hoof, looking up with a blank expression.
- >You think long and hard. But for some reason you can't bring yourself to be an asshole before Fluttershy surfaces.
- >"Oh, Angel!" She hugged him. "I'm glad to see you! Sorry I got sidetracked."
- >He hugged back. He was remarkably less of a little shit in person. In pony. In this particular pony.
- >You're on parole you little shit.
- >'We've made improvements on his anger issues!' Fluttershy chimed in
- >Son of a bitch, you never remember that she can read your thoughts without you consciously sending them.
- >'I don't mean to! I'm just trying to make sure you're okay.'
- >She thinks about you a lot. How...interesting.
- >Oh yeah, you can probably read her mind. Why haven't you been doing that?
- >'Because there's not much to read' Your subconscious dick brain responds. You can't help but bite your tongue to stop from laughing
- >Your tulpa is yourself, just more openly rude.
- >You have problems.
- >You try desperately to stop being a dick for like two seconds and read her mind
- >'I'd really r-rather you not, but I-I guess it's only fair...' She responds to the mental prodding
- >You try desperately to avoid sexual repressions
- >You're not sure if there is any, but if you're to be an example, at least 60% of her brain is dedicated to it
- >And she's been nice enough to do the same. You think. You worry. Nahhh, if she did take a look she would probably be unconscious.
- >You wonder if she can hear you right now. At the same time, you wonder exactly what she's thinking about you saying that
- >Holy shit it's like looking in to two mirrors parallel to eachother
- >You quickly press your hooves to you head to stop the echo, and realize you're already in the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients
- >Jesus you get caught up in your own bullshit easy. No wonder you can't read minds. You can't read your own!
- 'Flutters, this is getting too meta. Save me.'
- >She tapped her chin. 'Would you like to help me prepare the meal?'
- >No.
- >But anything to stop the voices in your head. Well, most of the voices. You still like one.
- >Fluttershy smiles, and puts the carrots on a cutting board, and hands over control to you.
- >
- >
- >What the fuck am I supposed to do
- >'Um...cut it?'
- 'WITH WHAT? Hooves?!'
- >'Oh! Did you use to be a Griffon or Diamond Dog?'
- >it's going to be a long day.
- >After quite a while, and a few close calls with a magic hoof knife thing you really dont want to think of for fear of echoing
- >The salad is finally ready. It looks pretty good, considering your complete lack of knowledge when it comes to food preparation
- >At least 80% of the time Fluttershy was walking you through how to do it, though.
- >She probably should have been more assertive with that last 20%
- >You place the bowl on a small table upon which Angel is standing
- >He looks very impatiant, and keeps slamming his foot on the table, but he has less of a scowl and more salivating grin
- >You keep your inner DMX on call just in case
- >'W-why are you barking?' Fluttershy asks, confused. Meanwhile, Angel gets more of the salad on his face than in it.
- >The silly bitch.
- 'Don't worry, Fluttershy. It's all good my zigga."
- >'O-oh...' Her uncomfort transfers to you.
- >You feed on it.
- >It tastes terrible, but you're determined to continue every day until you both like it. Or you get kicked out.
- >Probably the former.
- >'Why do you act so...uncomfortably?' She asks.
- >Probably because you CAN'T act like a normal person. But you set aside your snark for a second and think about it.
- 'I just make a lot of jokes. I don't mean anything hurtful.'
- >She nodded, but you could feel she was still confused. 'You have a strange sense of humor.'
- >You smiled
- 'Yeah, but think of how funny it'll be to say you got posessed by a ghost that wouldn't stop making bad jokes.
- 'It makes for a good story when you look back on it. I've spent enough of my life not doing anything of note.'
- >Though you realize only too late that your life is technically over. Ah well. Better nate than lever.
- >She seems satisfied with the explanation, and gets a cupcake with a candle in it.
- >'I feel bad pinkie isn't here for the party.' She thought as she lit the candle.
- >Angel bounced up and down faster and faster until it hit the table
- >What a little shit.
- >Fluttershy pulled him back before he could dig in.
- >"Now wait a moment, Angel. I think everyone would like to sing you a very happy birthday!"
- >He frowned and crossed his arms. Fluttershy's eye twitched unintentionally, on your behalf.
- >"Now Angel, it will only take a moment!"
- >Where the hood at? It's a question you're seriously pondering at the moment.
- >Angel sits down and sights, arms still crossed
- >You realize that being a hoodrat is only playing in to the game of the mobster woodland animals
- >You still kinda want to punch him though. Your inner dick is crying for release.
- >
- >You should rephrase that. But you won't.
- >You acknowledge you did wrong
- >You will not apologize
- >Moving on. Fluttershy shakes her head in an attempt to clear her mind of your thoughts, and starts to sing
- >It's quickly joined in by various birds, rodents, bears, the whole shabang
- >It's chaotic and messy, but you conceed it's probably better than anything you could do.
- >Fluttershy's is particularly beautiful, and you feel butterflies in your stomach as you think that
- >You know you're incapable of passion, so Fluttershy probably literally has butterflies in her tummy
- >Oh, or she could have read your mind and liked what you said
- >You smile internally, and just enjoy the music while it lasts
- >"Happy birthday to you!" they ended
- "And ya smell like one too!"
- >You had to get at least one in. Even though it didn't make any sense
- >You pretend like that's just your sense of humor. No. You just didn't have time to think it through.
- >As soon as it ended, Angel clapped, and then gorged himself on cupcake
- >If that rabbit was anything like the kind from your world, he'll probably drop dead from sugar
- >Don't get your hopes up. This is magic horse world.
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