- >You Spot Fluttershy’s house from across the meadow and skip your way to it, gleefully humming as you frolic through the grassy field
- >Until…
- >Something snags on your toe, causing you to trip over and smash into the ground
- >Brushing yourself off in a rapid recover, you turn around to search for the culprit.
- >Was it a rock or root protruding out of the ground?
- >No, it was your Arch Nemesis;
- >Angel Bunny
- >He glares at you Silently. You stare him down and growl, curling your fists in response
- One of these days…
- >You start backing toward the cottage, keeping your eyes fixed on your mortal enemy as you move. Can’t give him another easy opportunity
- >pure hatred oozes from his eyes as he continues his glare
- >Once you’ve reached a safe distance, you resume skipping merrily toward the cottage
- >As you approach the backyard, you see your favorite lady in the whole wide world
- Fluttershy!
- >Fluttershy: “Anon?”
- >You spring toward her with your arms wide open
- >The both of you hug tightly on contact before you tell her you want to pick out a pet
- >she explodes with giddiness, Says she’s been waiting to hear that for ages and proceeds to sing
- >You sit down and enjoy her entertaining…
- >at first it’s cute
- >after 5 minutes, your still interested
- >after 10 minutes it’s still somewhat cute
- >after 15 minutes it gets to be a little tedious
- >after 20 minutes, it’s now annoying
- >after 25, You start thinking to Yourself; AH MY GAWD, HOW MUCH LONGER IS SHE GOING TO SING!?!
- >After 30 minutes, DID SHE COMPOSE AN ENTIRE FUCKING SYMPHONY AND SIT ON IT UNTILL I TOLD HER I WANTED A PET!?!
- >You Remain present in body, but your mind begins to wander
- >You start counting your teeth from being so bored: “26...27...28...29...29? I have 29 teeth? That can’t be right! I’ll count them again…1...2...3...4...”
- >A choking noise interrupts your counting
- >You Snap out of it and turn attention to Fluttershy
- >There is a bird lodged partway into her mouth
- >You rush over to her, wrap your arms around her ribs and start pumping
- >Heave! Heave! Heave!
- >She coughs and the bird dislodges, flying away thereafter
- What happened?
- >“I-I don’t know, birds always seem to be getting stuffed down my throat. I think they just like my voice. I’m sorry, I’ll start singing again…if you want”
- Ehh, that’s alright. I think I have it narrowed down. Generally, most humans have either dogs or cats as pets but I’m not sure which one I want…
- >You return to sitting down as you stroke your chin ponderously
- Hmm…Dog…Cat…Dog…Cat…
- >Fluttershy Approaches your side
- >“Anon”
- Not now, I’m trying to think
- >“But I have an answer”
- >Fluttershy plops a fox down in your lap
- >She has a bleach white coat, floppy ears, dark paws, a curly tail and crystal blue eyes
- >“She’s a domestic snow fox, you could think of her as a cross between a dog and a cat”
- >You hold the fox up to eye level to get a better look
- I like her, I shall call her…Roxy!
- >Spending the rest of the evening jotting down note for taking care of the fox, you leave as night time reaches and head home with your new pet following
- >As you’re nearly there you wonder to yourself
- Hmm, what all did I get done today…
- >Pulling your errand list out of your pocket, you skim through it
- Grocery shopping…Pick up that instrument from Octavia…dry cleaning…return those books to twilight…unplug the sink…I didn’t get any of that done!
- >You Chuckle before wadding the list into a ball and tossing it over your shoulder
- I don’t even remember what threw me off course in the first place
- >As you Approach the house, you See Pinkie still rambling with infatuation over the scribbles you left in the dirt
- Oh yeah…
- >You Step up to her
- >“…and I Knew right away medical school wasn’t for me!”
- Pinkie?
- >She continues rambling, unaware of your return
- >“Even though I have cousins who are doctors, I knew I needed to find my own path”
- >You Grab her and shake her back to reaity
- >She smiles
- >“Oh Hai, Anon!”
- Have you obsessing over that X all day?
- >“I guess so”
- You must be tired?”
- >“Me? Tired? Never!”
- >With absolutely no warning whatsoever, she falls asleep with all the speed of a heartbeat and collapses over like a tree.
- >Her head lands on your chest and takes the both of you down to the ground
- >She’s out cold and snoring softly
- >You try to throw her off, but it doesn’t do any good
- >Damn she’s heavy
- >You snarl at her loudly
- Pinkie, get of me!
- >Her sleep talking is the only response you’re given
- >“I..lull…layer…loaner…labremeggerablumatty…Snorkel!”
- >You try to slip out from underneath her but it still doesn’t do any good. looks like your going to be stuck here until she wakes up
- >As your Laying in the dirt sighing over your current predicament She yawns and spreads her foremost limbs
- >She wraps them around your body before she repositions her cheek against yours and nuzzles
- >Figuring this situation isn‘t that bad after all, you shrug and hug back
- Eh, screw it…
- >You nuzzle your cheek into her’s as you dose off in the dirt
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