Title:           Fluttershy Alternative meeting of Angel
Author:          ABearNamedCindy
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First Edit:      Tuesday 2nd of February 2016 03:51:11 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 2nd of February 2016 04:00:43 PM CDT

Prompt#
>"Hey little boy. Want some candy? All you have to do is follow me to my house.
Story written
>the little filly follows her, completely unaware of what he's gotten himself into
>they go to her cottage and get inside. it's completely dark because every single window is covered, creating an eerie atmosphere
>the usual liveness is gone. no animals can be heard inside, implying that it's empty
>a strong and wery weird smell floats in the air. smells like...candy?
>as the filly slowly walks inside, Fluttershy closes the door behind
>the filly looks at her as she approaches him with a weird smile. the filly starts to feel uneasy about all this
>Fluttershy gets very close to him and places her hoof on his shoulder
>"now close your eyes and open your mouth..."
>"yes, just like that...here's your candy..."
>the filly can feel something on his tongue. it's slowly sliding towards his mouth
>it's big. like, very big. and hard. and warm
>it keeps going deeper and deeper into his mouth and at some point it stops
>"go on, taste it"
>little filly gets his tongue to work. he barely licks the tip of it because it's so big but he makes sure to taste it thoroughly
"well...how does it taste?"
>the little filly is pleased with what his tongue tells him. he squeezes out a happy mumble in reply
>"do you think that your friends would like it too?"
>once again a happy mumble can be heard. Fluttershy sighs in relief
>"oh thanks Celestia...i thought that this recipe for jawbreakers, Pinkie gave to me, was too much for me. Discord will be pleased on our next tea time"
>"thank you for your help, little one, you can go now. here, take some more..."
>little filly leaves her cottage and heads towards his home, happy that he bumped into Fluttershy today. it's so nice to have such lovely neighbors...
>Whenever a foal leaves she looks after it for a good while.
>Even after it has left her field of view she just stares at the slowly setting sun in which the foal has vanished.
>Thinking how nice it would be to have one of her own.
>Sadly this will never be the case. She's as barren as a desert.
>A tear runs down her cheek as she heads inside again, heading straight to her liquor cabinet.
>Alcohol usually gives her some solace and keeps those nasty thoughts of ropes and nooses away.
>At least for a while.
>The other stallions know she's barren
>She knows she's aging
>No one wants a wife who can't produce children.
>She knows this. She's tried to have serious relationships, it was just always a deal breaker.
>Overtime she just stop trying.
>Growing numb, sex is just a reminder of what she can never have.
>And more importantly why she'll always be alone.
>Years pass and father time is gentle to her.
>She's forty five now but still looks not a year older than thirty.
>Everyday she keeps telling herself that this is at least on upside to her barrenness.
>It rarely works.
>One day, after a long night spent thinking and pondering, she decides to visit her good friend Twilight.
>What she is about to ask her is frowned upon at best and outright illegal at worst.
>It takes her some time to convince her purple friend.
>A long time.
>But in the end she succeeds. Her desperate tears have broken the young alicorn at last.
>She walks home satisfied and with a warm, unfamilar and ever growing feeling in her belly.
>Months pass and maternal feelings begin to foster
>She spends her nights knitting cloths for the young filly.
>Excited and expecting
>She visits the doctor regularly, the images of the ultra sound fill her with pride.
>But Twilight did warn her, this is not her area of expertise.
>The day comes, and her water breaks
>A clammer to the emergency room for delivery.
>She loses consciousness and awakens excited and expecting
>However, the expression on the attendees is not as insuring.
>It was still born.
>Nature would not be cheated, and magic could not stop her.
>She was alone in the world again.
>At the precipices of her hopes and dreams, only for life to steal them.
>She would later learn why the spell was illegal, it never works.
>She falls into a depression.
>Life is pain, and she is without consul.
>It's come to this
>Here final solution
>mustering courage, and with just a little bit of scotch, she heads to her cottage, and ties her noose.
>Lining up her sites with the noose, she quitely reflects....
>the silence is broken by a shriek.
>A loud desperate shriek, not from her, but something small.
>It sounds scared, desperate.
>She rushes from her cottage
>Colts have gathered around a something small and are snickering.
>She was never a genius, but it was plane to see what was happening
>Her instincts take over
>She enters the fray
>Outnumbered and lacking in raw power
>She's not in a pleasant state.
>Her life begins to flash before her eyes
>The pain of a lifetime begins to surface
>The strength comes to her
>She is the victor, odds against her but shear force of will and unfostered maternal instinct pushed her to fight on.
>The stallions run.
>As she crawls to what she saw was in pain.
>Not a child, a bunny, a small one.
>A sorry state it was in.
>Cruelty was present even here.
>she nurses it back to health
>her life, for the first time in years
>Feels as if it has purpose
>She feels needed.
>"You're all alone huh little guy?"
>The little thing nods
>"You can stay with me if you'd like"
>"That way....you won't be so alone."
>the bunny nods.
>"I think....I think I'll call you angel."
 
Get it, because he was the reason she found meaning in her life ehh ehh?
 
Outro song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1aWX80Da9s