The Story That Never Was - Chapter 10

>>How long has it been? The Equestrian calander does not say

>>You are content the idea that it has been as long as Celestia has allowed it to be

>>From the first day where you were discovered by Rainbow

>>Until this very moment

>>You are eternally thankful for what that Goddess Mare has done for you

>>Plucked you from a world that would have destroyed you

>>Put you in a world that will love you

>>It's been a good few weeks since your confrontation with Celestia

>>A good few weeks since the battle for your sanity reached its climax

>>And even though you insulted her by defying her several times, she has forgiven you and taken you back

>>And now, as far as you know, she doesn't even tamper with your mind anymore

>>Well, as far as you really care

>>The nightmares of the impending 7 o' clock alarm have ceased

>>You have chosen, on your own, which world you would rather be a part of

>>The choice wasn't hard

>>You are her little human

>>And you couldn't be happier

 

>>First storm of the season

>>First storm you've seen in Equestria, actually

>>The Pegasi have been preparing for it for days, culminating clouds and shoving them into position

>>After a recent drought, the agricultural Earth Ponies needed a real downpour to save their crops

>>What you were not expecting, however, was how shut down the town would be

>>You recall, in your continuum, when there were storms

>>People still functioned

>>But ponies look out their locked up windows at you as you search for an open store like you're some kind of lunatic

 

>>Thunder claps, and they duck for cover

>>Lightning flashes, and they scream in fear

>>Do they know something that you don't? Should you be ducking for cover just like they are?

>>You certainly don't feel like it

>>You cross a familiar bridge

>>Move up a familiar winding path

>>You find yourself at Fluttershy's cottage

>>You knock on the door. Time has healed the incriminating scrapes and bruises on your knuckles

>>The door flies open

Fluttershy? I need to borrow a cu

>>A yellow marshmallow arm stretches out from the darkness and hooks around your arm

>>Before you can even comprehend what is going on, you are catapulted out of the storm and inside of the cottage

 

>>You come to, it doesn't take you long

>>You find yourself surrounded by the half-scale home of Fluttershy

>>But not just Fluttershy, of course

>>The place smells of animal

>>It makes you cringe

>>Birds nest in the rafters

>>Mice live in the walls

>>Rabbits make their comfortable little nests in corners

>>But still, she manages to keep it all looking nice

>>And then there is Fluttershy, who is shivering at the door with her mane and coat out of sorts. Her eyes wide and pupils shrunk to the diameter of a needle's eye

>>Unamused, you plant your fists on your hip

A little straight forward this time, aren't you?

>>Grabby grabby was Applejack's style, not Fluttershy's. Although, Applejack has laid off since you talked her down in the cellar

>>“St... st... storm!”

>>She squeaked and hid behind her hooves as a roar of thunder rolled over Ponyville

>>Her coat and mane shuttered over her

>>These ponies...

Anyway, Fluttershy, do you think I can borrow a

 

>>Another clap of thunder makes her jump

>>Almost cat-like, she rebounds into you with her fore hooves wrapped around your neck

>>Out of instinct you catch her body in your arms

>>“Ruh roh!”

>>she gasps

>>You sigh, eyes half closed in the cartoony expression of annoyance

>>You are, after all, comprised of two dimensions now from any given perspective

>>Her body shivers in your arms

>>Your knees shutter under the task of supporting her weight

Will you feel better after a Fluttersnack?

>>She looks up at you, hiding behind her pink mane

>>She manages a nod

 

>>Before long you have turned her kitchen into a construction zone

>>She watches you as you work. The storm's hold on her has lessened

>>Celestia is a merciful God, allowing you to keep your memories of your past life

>>At least the ones that she deems in any way relevant

>>Although you feel yourself becoming more and more lost in this world of technicolor splendor with time, just as before, you welcome it

>>And you at least possess a talent beyond that of fighting

>>When the fight circuit was busted, your livelihood went down the drain

>>It was a shame. You enjoyed the thrill. The rush of being better. The cheers of approval.

>>A sugary pancake flips through the air as you flick your wrist

>>As you are cooking that, you are carefully managing the heat of her stove

>>Careful not to run into anything

>>Pony houses were built for things half your size. You wondered how Celestia dealt with it as gracefully as she did

 

>>Before long, there was a stack of pancakes neatly arranged on a plate

>>The slightest hint of vanilla, a drop of lemon

>>The slow flow of syrup draped off of the sides, pooling around the base of the tower

>>And resting on top was a small scoop of butter

>>You planted a fork into it and put it on Fluttershy's table

>>“My gosh, it looks just like the ones at Sugarcube Corner”

>>Fluttershy said this with a gasp

>>She didn't even notice the roll of thunder that passed over the house

I'm no Pinkie Pie

>>She eagerly lifts a wing to the fork, takes it between two phalanges, and tries a bite of the Fluttersnack

>>You watch with some interest at the dexterity of her wings

>>Her eyes widen, and she looks to you, forcing as big of a smile as she possibly could

>>She manages to swallow before she puts up the most obvious facade of a grin

>>You chortle

Told you

>>Well, there goes that. You really wish the fighting circuit was still around

>>You might not have been even that good as far as humans go

>>But no one in Equestria had experience fighting a human, which gave you a ridiculous edge

>>“Oh, no, Anon! It's good!”

Lying is not my fetish

>>She lowered herself, disappointed

>>“Oh...”

>>Your eyes crease shut, you slouch forward, and uncontrollably issue a laugh

>>She was SERIOUSLY trying to strike a fetish?!

>>You thought you were just being funny!

>>When you open your eyes, Fluttershy seems less than amused

Ah, sorry to get your hopes up. I better get going.

>>She stands up and moves to the door

>>“But... but Anon! You came here for a reason!”

 

>>You stop in your tracks

Oh, yeah

>>Can't believe you forgot

I needed some sugar

>>Fluttershy looked up at you

>>Hope filled her eyes

>>You almost felt bad

>>Except that she's a pony

Not that kind of sugar

>>She deflated

>>“Oh...”

>>“...what did you need it for? I mean, if you don't mind my asking”

>>Her hoof tapped the ground

I felt like pancakes for dinner

>>Fluttershy looked up at you curiously

>>She knew as well as the others that you are not the kind to ask for hoofouts

>>They knew that even though you just barely got by on money from a source that no one knew, you detested the concept of imposing yourself

>>It was the conservative vein in your body

>>Fluttershy looked over to her door

>>Then back to you

>>“You've already cooked such a wonderful meal, here. And it's storming outside...”

Fluttershy...

>>You love her, as a friend. But you are uneasy after the whole shower thing on your first day

>>To date, she is the only pony that has actually seen what a human looks like under the belt

>>“Oh, please, Anon!”

>>You are taken by surprise at her sudden raise in volume

>>“I get scared... so scared. The lightning, it's... it's gonna...”

You want me to spend the night

>>She nods

>>You feel awkward. Not only because of her obsessive fascination with you, but because you are usually a man of very few words

>>But tonight, you're leading the conversations

>>That Fluttershy sure is shy

>>You spend a few minutes thinking, staring into her large eyes while you internally cringe

...Okay

>>She squees

 

>>Although it kills you, you remind yourself that you are doing it for Fluttershy

>>Because she asked you to

>>Not because you desperately need what you can get right now

>>The half stack of pancakes was mediocre, but filling

>>The shower went well. No surprise visits this time

>>Lights out

>>You are far too big for the beds, so Fluttershy graciously lays out a thick layer of blankets, sheets, and a pillow for you

>>You nestle in the warmth, happy as can be

>>You remind Fluttershy of one of her cute little fuzzy animals, and she giggles

Night, Fluttershy

>>She does not answer back. She just crawls in her bed

>>Gears are turning. You are worried about the proximity of your ad-hoc bed to hers

>>You were exactly adjacent

>>And she had the high ground

Good NIGHT, Fluttershy

>>You repeat, hoping that her acknowledgment would mean that she agrees to no funny business

>>“Hey, Anon?”

>>Dear Celestia

What

>>“Thank you for the food”

You're welcome

>>“You're a good cook”

Lying is still not my fetish

>>You turn around, burying your head under your pillow

>>“But I'm not lying! That was the first time in a long time someone has done that for me.”

You hang out with your friends often enough. I'm sure I'm not the only one who cooks

>>“Where did you learn to cook?”

>>You pull your pillow down over your head

Fluttershy...

>>There was a bolt of thunder, and Fluttershy squeaked

 

>>“I'm sorry!”

>>she gasped

>>“Just... just talking helps. That's all!”

>>She's still scared of the storm

>>You groan

You know I live alone, Fluttershy. Just like you.

>>“...But I don't live alone”

>>Oh, right, the animals

I doubt any of your pets cook for you

>>“No... I usually cook for them. Angel is picky.”

>>You groan

Angel is a douche.

>>“A what?”

>>Angel heard that, and throws the pillow in his nest at you

>>It bounces off your body

>>“Now, Angel!”

>>Angel gets up from its next and bounds to its pillow.

>>Fluttershy puts her head down

>>As 'Angel' passes you, it rears its leg and kicks you in the side

Oof!

>>“Anon? You okay?”

>>She didn't see the foul

>>Angel returns to her nest, and you decide not to say anything. You were asking for it.

Yeah, just fine

>>Time passes

>>“Anon?”

>>You roll over to face her bed, black bags under your eyes

What, Fluttershy

>>“Why do you live alone?”

Most of you do, Fluttershy.

>>“That's not true. I have my friends”

>>She means the animals. Angel is still a douche

>>“Twilight has Spike. Applejack has her whole family. Pinkie Pie, uh...”

>>You roll over

I get it.

>>She bundles up her covers, getting the idea that she is putting you off

>>She's kind of right

>>“Hey, Anon?”

Wha-ha-hat~?

>>You whine

 

>>You whine

>>“You can live here, with me.”

You have too many pets as it is

>>She gasps and seems to take mild offense

>>“N~! You aren't a pet!”

The only reason I can talk to you all is because of Twilight's incantation

>>She looked over the edge of her bed down at you, only to see that you aren't facing her

Before then, you were the only one who could understand me, and you were the only one I could understand.

>>There was a pause

And that was because of your affinity with animals.

>>She was silent. You thought you would get some sleep

>>“Do ponies exist where you came from?”

Fluttershy...

>>You groan

>>“Do they?”

Yes

>>“Do you consider them animals?”

Yes

>>There was an uneasy pause

>>Music started playing

 

>>Where is it coming from?

>>Oh, Celestia. Oh, Celestia

>>You sit up, tugging your covers up around you

>>You find Fluttershy standing above you

>>“Sweat baby sweat baby~”

>>The music is getting louder

>>Fluttershy is moving with the beat

>>“Sex is a cloudsdale drought~”

>>You blink, confused

>>Celestia, please tell me she isn't

>>“Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Luna would sing about~”

>>She is

>>She continued

>>What the hell was this? You try to slide away on the ground but she follows you, as does the fucking music

>>“Do it now!”

>>“You and me anon ain't nothin' but mammals~”

>>“So let's do it like they do on the Molestia Channel~”

Fluttershy

>>“Do it again now!”

>>“You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals~”

>>“So let's do it like they do on the Molestia Channel~”

FLUTTERSHY

>>Thunder crashes with your voice

>>There is an ambient sound of a needle scratching off of a record, and the music stops

>>She glares at you, surprised at the interruption

Singing is not my fetish

>>“But...”

Good night, Fluttershy

>>She hangs her head low and returns to her bed

>>You close your eyes

>>She sighs

That was pretty good, though.

>>She smiles and wags her tail