Anon/Fluttershy 26

>"You need your rest!" ordered Fluttershy, pushing you by your waist into your bedroom.

>You push back.

"My legs aren't broken! I can still walk around if I want!"

>"That's just your mild concussion talking!"

>She pushed harder.

>You were holding on to the door frame just to keep from being forced into your room.

>Considering her size and kind nature, she can be quite the brute when she wants to be.

 

"I told you, I'm fine!"

>You use the door frame as leverage to help push against Fluttershy.

>You were both straining against each other as hard as you could.

>"It's only been two days! You are so, uhn, not fine!"

"This is orppression! I have a right to go for a run!"

>"I said," she let pressure off of you and backed away a bit. "NO!"

>She flew at you and tackled you through the doorway.

>You lose all the breath in your lungs from the hit.

>You stagger backwards and trip over the foot of the bed.

>You bounce up from the bed and knock the still forward-flying Fluttershy up and into the wall behind the bed.

>She hits the wall and safely falls to the pillows below.

--

>You sit up and spot the clear doorway to your salvation.

>You leap from the bed and bolt for the door.

"Freedom!"

>Running, running, BAM!

>Face full of door.

>Fluttershy had raced around you at lightning speed and slammed the door shut, right in your face.

>You shout and grip your face, staggering back and tripping over the bed again.

"Ah-haha-how!"

 

>"Ohmigosh, I'm so sorry!" cried Fluttershy, rushing over to you and feeling your forehead.

"Alright," you mumble through your hands. "You win. I'll stay in bed."

>Fluttershy squeed with a victorious smile.

>"You see? I told you you were going to hurt yourself. It's a dangerous world out there."

>You remove your hands from your face and glare at Fluttershy, who returned your gaze with an innocent smile.

>She's been trying to come up with every excuse to keep you bed-ridden.

>Swear to God, if it boils down to her smashing your knee caps with a mallet, you're not gonna be too happy about it.

--

>"Let me get you something for your head."

>Fluttershy kissed your forehead before leaving the room to go downstairs.

>Come to think of it, that actually made your head feel a little better.

>Fluttershy is such a good pony.

>You've told yourself, and her as well, so many times before.

>And it never gets old.

>Normally, you wouldn't mind lying in bed all day.

>You're lazy enough to enjoy it for the most part.

>But the simple fact that you're forced to be here brings out the rebellious side in you.

 

>You hear a knock on the door and Fluttershy call out to the visitors.

>You can't hear the conversation as your bedroom door is muffling the voices.

>Then, hooves on the staircase.

>Oh boy, visitors...

>In walks in Fluttershy with Rarity in tow.

>Oh boy, Rarity!

 

>"Oh my! He really does look as horrible as you said!" said Rarity.

>You give a deadpan stare at Fluttershy who looks away, embarassed.

"Gee, thanks. It's always nice to know how others really feel."

>"Oh, come now, darling. I didn't mean it like that," said Rarity.

"Heheh. Yeah, I know. I'm just playin'."

>"Hmm, quite."

>Rarity was not amused.

--

>"So, Anonymous." said Rarity.

"What."

>"I was talking to Fluttershy here about going on our little spa day today, but from what I see, she can't possibly leave you here alone!"

>You roll your eyes.

"Why does everypony think I'm totally incapable of taking care of myself?"

>"Because you're hurt, darling. Is it not obvious?"

"I'm totally mobile! So I had a slight concussion, big whoop."

>You wave your hands in front of you to emphasize your point.

>"Well, be that as it may, we will not be going to the spa today."

"Uh... okay?"

>"Instead, I will be staying here to help Fluttershy in taking care of you!"

"Wait, what?!"

 

>This is just freakin perfect.

>If Fluttershy treating you like a baby wasn't bad enough, now you got Rarity here also!

>The chatty, gossipy, OCD, fashionista pony.

>"Oh, darling, we're going to have so much fun!" exclaimed Rarity, clopping her forehooves together.

"Great..."

--

>As much as you love Rarity and all she's done for you and Fluttershy, she can become quite an annoyance after being around her for an extended period of time.

>Not to mention that when she's together with Fluttershy, they become an unstoppable gossip machine.

>Fluttershy will spill all of her feelings about you to Rarity and many other things you would prefer to keep quiet.

>One time, Fluttershy almost revealed your secret fetish to Rarity.

>Luckily, you happened to saunter into the room just before she could.

 

>"I'm going to go make your breakfast," said Fluttershy.

>She left Rarity with you.

>Rarity looked about your room.

>Your messy, messy room.

>"Darling, I... this is just..."

>Your bed is unmade.

>The wall decor is askew.

>And the carpet is a little dirty.

>But worst of all...

>Oh sweet Celestia...

>Your dirty laundry is on the floor.

 

>You can swear Rarity's eye twitched a little as she spotted your dirty socks hanging from a dresser drawer.

>Your shirt tossed across the room.

>And your pants were lying next to the bed.

"What?"

>"Anonymous, how can you live like this!"

>You look around the room, trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about.

>So you had few clothes on the ground.

>You fail to notice anything that would require the city to condemn your home.

"Uhh... what?"

>"This..." Rarity levitates your discarded shirt. "This filth!"

>You raise an eyebrow, still unable to comprehend what she was so upset about.

--

>"I simply refuse to allow this!"

"What?"

>She begins to clean your room.

>First beginning with your laundry.

>Folding them neatly and stacking them in the hamper.

>You fail to see the reasoning behind this.

>Next, she moves on to the wall pictures frames and other wall hangings.

>They looked straight to you.

>You couldn't even see if she even moved them or not.

>But after a few minutes at each one, she seemed satisfied.

>Lastly, she cleaned your carpet.

>You thought a good sweeping was good enough, but apparently not for Rarity.

>With great concentration, she lifted the invisible specks of dirt from your carpet, balled them up, and launched them out the window.

 >When she finished with that, she began running about your bedroom, aligning all the furniture to look neater.

 

>When she finished, she double checked her handiwork.

>Everything was perfect.

>"Now that's much better," she turned too look at you. "Wouldn't you ag-"

>That bed.

>That messy, unmade bed.

>The untucked sheets, the unfluffed pillows.

>She began walking towards you, horn glowing

"Rarity, what are you- HNNG!"

>She magicks the sheets tight and snug against the matress.

>The comforter as well, which you were under.

"Too tight!" you squeak out.

>You manage to free your arms and begin wildly thrashing on the bed, trying to loosen the covers.

 

>You finally mess the bed enough that you can get free and stand up.

>You clutch your chest, breathing hard.

>"Now why did you go and do that, Anonymous?"

>Rarity remade the bed and you lied back down, on top of the covers this time.

>It was a little too hot to be under the blankets anyways.

--

>Fluttershy walked in with a tray on her back.

>It smelled delicious.

>"Oh, I see Rarity made the bed for you?" wondered Fluttershy.

"Yeah."

>"That was nice of you," Fluttershy said to Rarity.

>"It was no trouble at all," Rarity replied.

>Fluttershy walked over to the bed.

>You sat up and Rarity moved the tray into your lap.

>Bacon, egg, and cheese on buttered toast.

>Fluttershy knows you so well.

"Thanks Flutters."

>Rarity looks at Fluttershy and raises an eyebrow, pointing a hoof at you.

>Fluttershy blushed.

>You grab the sandwich and eat, staring at your plate.

 

>Rarity and Fluttershy trade glances.

>"Is- is everything alright, Anon?" asked Rarity.

>You look up and look back and forth between the two.

>You swallow.

"Yeah, why?"

>"Oh, nothing deary. It's just... you seem so... down."

>You look to Fluttershy who looks just as worried as Rarity.

"Uh... I'm fine, thanks."

>You continue eating.

 

>"You're not mad at me, are you?" asked Fluttershy.

>You choked on your food before finally swallowing it.

"What? Why would I be mad?"

>"For making you stay in bed."

"No, Fluttershy. I'm not mad. Just... meh."

>"Oh, okay. I'm sorry."

--

>A knocking at the door takes Fluttershy downstairs again.

>You tossed a pillow to Rarity and she used it for a cushion to sit.

>"So..." said Rarity.

"So..."

>You have finished your breakfast and throw the covers off to stand.

>"Oh! I'll take care of that, darling!"

>Rarity tried to levitate the tray from your hands, but you held onto it.

"Nah, it's cool. I got it."

>You pulled the tray back close.

>"Oh, but I insist!"

>Rarity increased her influence over the tray.

"No, really. I can do it."

>"Please, Anon. Just stay in bed like you're supposed to."

>You sigh and release the tray.

>You climb back into bed as Rarity takes the tray away.

 

>Rarity just gets to the door when it flies open and nails her in the face, the crumbs from your plate clinging to her coat.

>"ANONYMOUS!!!"

"Oh nonono wait!"

>You hold out both hands, only to be tackled by the three most adorable fillies you've ever met.

>Adorable, yes.

>Situationally aware, no.

>They failed to notice your bandages and various bruises.

>Thankfully, Rarity was quick to respond by levitating the three of them off of you.

>You breathe in deeply before letting out a long, drawn-out sigh of muffled pain.

>You curl into a loose fetal position.

>Your head, your chest, and your everything.

>Pain once more.

--

>"Girls, please! You're hurting him!" cried Rarity.

>The Crusaders, who were laughing and struggling against Rarity's influence, stopped and stared at your injured form.

>Now it finally sinks in.

>"Oh,we- uh..."

>They stutter, but can't seem to form a coherent sentence.

>Rarity sets them on the floor and they walk up to the side of the bed.

>They raise their forehooves up and rest their cute little heads on their legs.

>There's a sadness in their eyes that would break your heart had you payed attention to them.

 

>Applejack and Fluttershy come up the stairs and enter the room.

>You look up to see who it is.

>You drop your head back down.

"Shouldn't you girls be in school?" you ask the Crusaders.

>"Actually, Anon," Applejack stepped forward. "Ah done picked 'em up from school to come visit ya!"

>You slide up the bed and sit up against the headboard.

"Well that was cool of you, Applejack."

>"No problem, Anon!" said Applejack, crossing her legs and striking a pose.

 

>You turn to the girls.

"So, what did the three of you come out here for?"

>"Well," started Applebloom. "We heard you got hurt."

>"So we decided to come and see if you were okay!" finished Scootaloo.

>"We thought you could use the excitement, seeing as you're stuck in bed all day," said Sweetie Belle.

>You reach out and pat Applebloom's head, as she is the closest.

"Thank you for the thought girls. Sorry I couldn't walk you to school this morning."

>Fluttershy dropped her head.

--

>"That's okay, Anonymous," said Applebloom. "We know how you saved Fluttershy from the bad pony."

>"Yeah!" said Scootaloo. "That was awesome! I wish we could've seen it!"

>No.

>No they don't.

>They had no idea, their innocent minds unable to process that kind of horror.

>"I think it was very brave of you," said Sweetie Belle. "Rarity said it was the most honorable and roman-"

>Rarity wrapped a leg around Sweetie Belle's mouth.

>"Okay!" blurted out Rarity. "Well then, this was a nice visit wasn't it?"

>"But what about what you-" said Sweetie Belle.

>"Come now, girls! I think it's time you get back to school!"

>Rarity had an unnervingly large smile on her face.

 

>"Awww..." they all pouted.

>"Heheh. Come on, y'all. Ah'll take ya back. Ah gotta get back to the farm anyhow."

>"Awww..." they pouted again.

>"Thanks for coming," said Fluttershy.

"Yeah, thanks for coming girls."

>You waved goodbye to them.

>"Bye Anonymous!" they waved back and ran downstairs.

>"Ah better get after 'em to make sure they don't bust nothin'," said Applejack, walking out. "It's great to see you're okay Anon."

"You too Applejack."

--

>As Applejack left, you heard a crashing come from downstairs.

>"Oh darn it!" yelled Applejack, rushing downstairs.

>As soon as Applejack leaves your bedroom, she is blasted back through the door in a shower of confetti and streamers.

>You manage to catch her before she hits the wall behind you.

>Dear God, that hurt worse than the Crusader's ambush...

>"Woo wee! Thanks a bunch for that, Anon!"

"No problem," you whisper, your chest in too much pain for much else.

 

>"Get well soon, Anonymous!" shouted Pinkie Pie as she bounded into your room.

>At second glance, you see Rainbow Dash walking up the stairs behind her.

>Pinkie Pie sees Applejack sitting in your lap.

>"Ooh! Pony Clause! Me next! Me next!"

>Pinkie jumped over the bed, landing in your lap and knocking Applejack to the floor.

>"I want me a barrel of floss, and two balls of glue, to be my friends! And I want-"

>Two minutes later.

>"-and a chair made of cheese, and a table made of cheese, and-"

>"Um, Pinkie Pie?" asked Fluttershy.

>"Yeah?"

>"Could you, um, please get down?"

>"Okie dokie lokie!"

 

>Pinkie Pie hopped off the bed.

>You were clutching your chest with one hand, the other clenched tightly into a fist and shaking violently.

>Thank you Fluttershy.

>Rainbow Dash was chuckling at your obvious pain.

>Somehow, Pinkie Pie failed to notice EVERYTHING.

>"So Anonymous, how's it feel to be the 'Hero of Ponyville'!"

>What.

--

>You relax your arms.

"Say what now?"

>"The whole town is calling you a hero for saving Fluttershy from that creep!" exclaimed Pinkie.

>You shake your head.

"I'm not the 'Hero of Ponyville'. That creep was going to... hurt Fluttershy."

>You clench your fists again.

"I can't let that happen."

>"Well regardless, we need to throw you a 'Get Well Soon/Hero' party!"

"I'm not a hero."

>"Aw shucks, Anon," said Applejack. "You don't need to undermind yourself like that. We all think you're a hero."

>"Yes, quite," said Rarity. "I would do anything for a stallion as brave as you, Anon. Fluttershy really scored big with you."

>Everyone slowly turned their heads towards Rarity.

>"What?" asked Rarity.

>"Nothing," said everypony.

 

>"Uh... Hello?"

>Everypony turned to the door to see Twilight standing there with a saddlebag.

>Why the hell is everypony in your house?

>Your bedroom at that.

"Hey."

>"Hello," answered everypony else.

--

"What are you doing here?" you ask Twilight.

>"Oh I brought wonderful news!" exclaimed Twilight.

"No. I mean, what are you doing HERE."

>"Oh... The front door was open, so I got a little worried that your house was broken into again."

>Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes.

>"And I didn't expect everypony to be here as well."

"Neither did I." you mutter under your breath.

 

>"So what's the good news Twilight?" asked Applejack.

>"It's not just good news," answered Twilight matter-of-factly.

>"Well, what is it, darling?" asked Rarity.

>Twilight levitated 7 golden tickets from her saddlebag.

>All the ponies' faces lit up with huge smiles.

"I don't get it. You going to a chocolate factory or something?"

>Everypony looked at you and gasped, mouth agape.

>All except Pinkie who gasped, mouth agape, at the wonderful idea you just gave.

>"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" asked everypony in unison.

>Pinkie's was excitement.

"I honestly haven't a clue."

 

>"Anonymous, these are tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala!" said Twilight.

>"It's only the most wonderful occasions in Equestria!" said Rarity.

>"And also the best party of all time!" exclaimed Pinkie Pie.

>"Heh, even though last time was a total disaster," said Applejack.

>Everypony looked at Applejak and nodded.

>"Yeah," they agreed.

"Hahaha! What? What happened? Did the cops come bust it up or something?"

--

>"Not exactly," said Twilight. "The night was nothing like we imagined it would be."

"So then why are you all excited about some lame party?"

>"Because we know what we did wrong!" said Twilight with a smile.

"Hold on a second. You're not all going to try the same things as last time, are you?"

>"Well, of course we are," said Applejack. "We still have our reasons for going."

"What reasons?" you ask, getting a little irritated.

>"It's really nothing to worry about, darling," said Rarity. "We have it all figured out."

 

"Wait. So you've been planning this for while then, haven't you?"

>"Yes, actually," said Twilight. "And the tickets aren't even the best news."

"No?"

>You have a bad feeling about this.

>Twilight shakes her head.

>"It turns out, Spike doesn't want his ticket because of last year. I tried to tell him it would be different this year, but he wouldn't hear it."

>At least Spike has some sense.

>"So then I thought," continued Twilight. "Why not give you Spike's ticket!"

>Fuck.

--

"Thanks, but I don't think-"

>"Oh, Twilight, that is just wonderful!" said Fluttershy. "That is very thoughtful of you."

>"Well, I know how Anon hasn't participated in any of our festivals or ceremonies. I figured that the Grand Galloping Gala would be the best first thing we all do together."

>"Oh Anon, we could walk the gardens together."

>Fluttershy gasped.

>"We can look at all the cute animals together!"

>"Heheh, yeah. Maybe he can spend some time with his monkey family!" said Rainbow.

>Everypony turned and glared at her.

>"What?" she asks.

>Then they all turn back to you, confused, when they hear your soft laughter.

"What?" you ask.

>They all trade glances and shrugs with each other.

>What can you say?

>She got you good on that one.

>And Fluttershy walked right into it.

 

>You raise your hand.

"I gotta question."

>"What?" asks Twilight.

"When exactly IS this gala?"

>"This coming Saturday. Why?"

>You drop your hand and give her a deadpan stare.

>Four fucking days.

"How can I show up when my face is swollen?"

>"That's the trick," said Twilight. "Princess Celestia dreads the gala every year. She says it's always so boring."

>"So she asked us to come up with a theme this year!" exclaimed Pinkie Pie.

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?"

--

>"It's a really fun idea!" said Pinkie.

>"And a fashionable one at that," said Rarity.

"What is it?"

>"If not a little creepy," said Rainbow.

"What is it?"

>"Aw, come on, Rainbow. It ain't that bad," said Applejack.

"Hey."

>"I agree with Rainbow Dash," said Fluttershy. "It can be a little... unnerving."

"Are you even listening to me?"

>"There's no need to fret, darling," said Rarity. "You should see the one I have planned for you."

>"Oh, okay," said Fluttershy.

 

"HEY!"

>Everypony turned to look at you.

>"There's no need to be rude, Anonymous," scolded Rarity.

>"Hey now, Anonymous. If y'all wanted somethin', ya shoulda spoken up!" said Applejack.

>"Hahaha. Yeah Anonymous. What gives?" poked Rainbow.

>You give them all a deadpan stare.

>Your eye twitches a little bit.

>"Well, what did you want, Anonymous?" asked Twilight.

"What. Is. The. Gala. About."

--

"Oh, that?" asked Twilight. "Well, it's an annual event where-"

"No, damn it. I meant, what was the theme this year?"

>"Oh... Well why didn't you just say so? asked Twilight, a little offended at your language.

>"Why are you being so rude today, Anonymous?" asked Rarity.

"I- ... Uh... Hmm..."

>You put your hand to your chin.

>Yeah, why are you being such an asshole today?

>Granted, you're not allowed to leave your bed, but still.

>Maybe you're just upset that that pegasus kicked you-

>Hey, wait a minute!

>This isn't about you!

 

>You shake your head and break your train of thought.

"Nothing. Sorry. Can you just tell me already?"

>"Not with that attitude, mister."

"Please?"

>"Oh, okay then. It's-"

>"It's a super fun idea that-"

"Pinkie!"

>She stopped talking, sat down, and motioned to zip her lips.

"Rarity?"

>"It's a masquerade ball."

--

"Oh..."

>Aw crap...

>Well actually, that's not as bad as what you were originally thinking.

>And Twilight was right about one thing.

>The fact that your face would be covered would conceal you injuries pretty well.

>But really?

>A masquerade ball?

 

>"What's wrong, Anon?" asked Twilight.

>You snap out of your train of thought.

"Huh? What?"

>"What's wrong?" she asks again.

"Oh, nothing. "But I do have a question."

>"What's that?"

"I don't have a mask. Where would I even get one?"

>Rarity cleared her throat.

>"Do you really need to ask?" she asked.

"Oh yeah... Right..."

>You feel like an idiot.

--

"So," you clap our hands. "Can everypony please leave so I can get some rest? I'm still hurting from all the these shenanigans this morning."

>You hold a hand to your chest and wince.

>"Okie dokie lokie!" said Pinkie, bounding over to you.

>She wrapped you in a tight hug, putting you in more pain.

>Everypony else, except for Rainbow, joined her.

>The pain...

>Just hang in there...

>It'll all be over in a few seconds...

>"We'll see you later, Anon! Okay?" asked Pinkie.

"Okay," you whisper out.

 

>They break the hug and you let out a deep sigh of relief.

>It takes a few minutes longer, but everypony says their goodbyes and Fluttershy manages to push them all out the front door.

>She comes back upstairs to find you already curled beneath the comforter.

>"Anon?"

>She walks over to the side of the bed and nudges you with a hoof.

>You were out.

>"He really was tired," she whispered to herself.

>She tucked you in nice and cozy.

>"Sweet dreams, Anon."

>She planted a soft kiss on your forehead before she trotted out of the room.

--

>When you woke up, it was dark out.

>The curtain was closed, so there was no moonlight coming into the room.

>It was pitch black.

>A leg around your neck and slow breathing down the back of your neck confirmed that Fluttershy was asleep next to you.

>You squeeze your eyelids shut and bring both hands to your head.

>God damn this fucking headache.

>After a few minutes of just holding your head, you throw off the covers and lie there for a few more minutes.

>So hot...

>You need to open a window.

 

>You slowly rise to a sitting position, your feet hanging off the side of the bed.

"What the hell..." you whisper to yourself.

>Sweat was pouring off of your face and you could not sit still for the life of you.

>Your splitting headache and this heat...

>Holy crap this heat...

>You shamble over to the window, feeling with your hands and testing the floor with your feet for anything you could bump into.

>You make it safely to the window.

>You throw the curtain open and begin to fumble with the lock in the dimly-lit room.

>You finally get it undone and throw the window open.

>The rush of cold air gives you instant goosebumps.

--

>You wrap your naked torso with your arms and shiver.

>But this cold air is doing nothing for you.

>You are still sweating profusely, and your skin is now as cold as ice from the breeze blowing through the window.

>You slowly walk over ot your bed.

>You don't get in, but just look down and stare at it for a minute.

>Your throat feels dry and hurts to swallow.

>Still holding yourself, you slowly walk towards the door, swaying side to side with each step.

>You slide one hand up and down the door until you finally bump the knob.

>Turning it slowly as not to wake Fluttershy, you open the door and step out.

 

>Carefully descending into the darkness below, you hold both rails with your hands and take one step at a time.

>You take a blind step, and it doesn't fall down.

>You've reached the bottom.

>You shamble your way over to the bathroom door.

>You slide your hand up and down, and all over the wall, trying to find the lightswitch.

>You finally run your hand over it and accidentally throw it on.

"Ah!"

>You duck your head and cover you eyes with your hands.

>You were not ready for the bright light just yet.

--

>You held your hands tightly against your face, face pointed to the floor.

>You crack your hands to let a little light in, but it's so bright, you immediately close them again.

>You stand there for at least 5 minutes, cracking your hands and closing them again.

>Eventually, you settle for just squeezing your eyelids shut, ocassionally opening and closing them.

>Through the brief flashes of light, you slowly make your way to the toilet to relieve yourself.

>Your eyes are closed, but the sounds of the water splashing let you know you're doing good so far.

>You finish and feel your way to the sink.

>To hell with a glass, you turn on the cold water and drink through a cupped hand.

 

>You stand over the sink, your head drooping down and water dripping from your face.

>You look to the door with squinted eyes and spot Fluttershy watching you.

>She had an expressionless face.

>She walked over and floated up towards you.

>Taking your head with both hooves, she turns it side to side, examining you.

>She stares deep into your eyes.

>With a soft voice she tells you,

>"Go back to sleep. I will be there in a little while."

>You nod and make your way upstairs, with help from Fluttershy, and back into bed.

>Fluttershy doesn't join you.

--

>You are asleep within a minute.

>Morning comes and the sun shines brightly through your window.

>You haven't woken up like this in a while, and boy do you hate it.

>The bright light is not helping your headache at all.

>You roll over and throw the comforter over your head.

>But now your too hot.

>You throw it down to your waste.

>But now your too cold.

>What the hell!

>You bring it up over you shoulders and decide to just deal with it.

 

>Fluttershy walks into the room, a brown paper bag in her mouth.

>The first thing she does is walk to the window and closes the curtains.

>With the sunlight gone, you woll onto your back once more.

>Fluttershy walks over to the bed and nudges you.

>You grunt in acknowledgement.

>She nods.

>"Sorry," she whispers.

>She goes downstairs, returning minutes later with a tray and a glass of a sweet-smelling, hot drink.

--

>"Anon," whispers Fluttershy.

>No response.

>"Anon." she nudges you with a hoof.

>You grunt in response to being moved.

>"Anon, please sit up."

>You groan and iver the course of a minute or two, work and slide your way into a seating position, supported by the headboard.

>Your head sags low.

>So tired.

>You're fighting just to stay sitting up.

>Fluttershy holds the cup between her hooves and lifts it to your mouth.

>You sip very, very slowly.

>It's so hot, yet so good.

 

>"Okay, that's enough," said Fluttershy, lowering the cup from your lips.

>You reach out for more, but Fluttershy lightly takes hold of your hands with her hooves and sets them in your lap.

>She helps you slide back down into bed and under the covers.

>She sets the cup down on the end table.

>She gives you another kiss on the forehead and leaves you to rest.

--

>"Anon," whispered Fluttershy, nuzzling the back of your neck.

"Hmm?" you grunt.

>"Are you hungry?"

"No," you say into your pillow.

>"Oh. Well, would you please eat something?"

"No."

>"Please? You've been asleep all day. At least have something for dinner."

>It was dinner already?

>You wasted away an entire day.

>You can't remember the last time you did that, if at all.

>But after all this sleep, you are still so tired.

 

>You roll over and look at the window.

>You can barely see the sunlight coming through from behind the curtain.

>It must be sunset.

>You let out a long, hard yawn and stretch your arms and legs.

>You rewrap yourself in the blankets and look at Fluttershy.

>On the tray she was carrying, was a bowl of soup.

>Vegetable soup by the looks of it.

>That doesn't sound so bad right now, but you aren't hungry.

--

>"Please sit up?" asks Fluttershy.

>You scoot up to the head of the bed, your back supported by the headboard.

>Fluttershy places the tray in your lap and even goes as far as to hold the spoon for you.

"I got it, Fluttershy. Thanks."

>You take the spoon from her mouth and she nods.

>You stick it in the soup, but just stare at it.

>Fluttershy looks back and forth from you and the bowl, confused.

>"Is... is something wrong, Anon?"

>There is a genuine worry in her voice.

"What?" you ask through half-lidded eyes. "Oh. Nothing, nothing. Just... not hungry right now."

 

>"Can you please eat something?"

>It almost sounds like she's about to cry.

>"You don't have to eat it all."

>You nod slowly, and slowly raise the spoon to your mouth.

>A soft blow to cool it down, and then a sip to get it in your mouth.

>Delicious, but you're just not feeling well enough to fully enjoy it.

>Fluttershy sits in silence next to the bed as you take you sweet time bring spoonful after spoonful of the bowl's contents to your mouth.

>Before you know it, your already bringing the bowl to your mouth to drink what's left of the broth.

 

>Fluttershy smiles when she sees you down the last of the bowl's contents.

>You set the bowl back on the tray and Fluttershy moves it aside.

>"I'm going to have Twilight bring some books over tomorrow and see if we can't figure out what's wrong, okay?"

"Sure."

>Fluttershy helps you lay back down and softly tucks you in.

>"I'll be back in a minute to join you," she whispers.

>Your eyes close and you're asleep before she even makes it back.

--

>Fluttershy wakes you the next morning to see how you're doing.

>Better, actually.

>Whatever was in that tea she gave you yesterday morning, you feel a lot better.

>You still feel like crap, but at least you're not completely useless like you were yesterday.

>Fluttershy stays in the bed, watching you as you stretch and slowly sit up on the edge of the bed.

>Your back hurts.

>Lying down these last couple days can do that.

 

>"You okay?"

>You twist your spine and it pops several times.

"Meh..." you shrug.

>You stare at the floor in front of you.

>"Would you like to go downstairs for breakfast? Or would you rather have me bring you something?"

>You're not really hungry though.

"I... I guess I'll go downstairs."

>"Would you like some help?"

"Nah," you shake your head. "I got it. I'll be down in a few."

 

>Fluttershy moved across the bed and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

>"Okay."

>She hopped off the bed and left the room.

>You decided to lie down for a few minutes longer, and then you'll go to breakfast.

--

>Fluttershy pokes you in the side, to which you respond by nearly jumping out of bed.

>One, you just realized you had fallen asleep.

>Two, you think you just missed breakfast with Fluttershy.

>Three, that kinda tickled.

"Oh, crap! Please tell me I didn't miss breakfast?"

>Fluttershy giggled.

>"No, you didn't. I just came up to tell you that it was ready if you want to come down."

>You sigh in relief.

"Yeah, just give me a minute."

>Fluttershy just stands there, watching, making sure you don't go back to sleep.

>You stare at each other for the better part of a minute before you decide to get off your lazy ass.

 

>The first thing you realize is that you fucking stink.

>When was the last time you had a shower?

>Fluttershy sees your look of disgust on your face.

>"You can shower after you eat."

"Yeah, good idea."

>You finally get up and slowly hobble your way downstairs.

>You barely touched your breakfast, but at least you ate.

>Fluttershy helped you with your shower.

>The warm water was felt damn good.

>You feel rejuvinated.

>Your headache has subsided for now.

>Shave, brush teeth, get dressed; the usual routine.

--

>Twilight had arrived sometime before lunch.

>You and Fluttershy were lying down on the couch when she knocked on the door.

>You just yelled for her to come in, not wanting either of you to get up.

>She enters, wearing a saddle bag.

>Inside said saddle bag are a large amount of books.

>She greets the two of you, but then blushes and turns away when she rounds the couch.

>Neither of you had noticed, but you were lying together in a rather suggestive position.

>Well, to somepony elses eyes you were.

>The two of you couldn't find anything wrong with it.

 

>Fluttershy hopped off of you and greeted Twilight.

>The two of them begin searching through various veterinary texts, trying to diagnose your unknown sickness.

>You open your mouth to speak several times, but they tell you to shush while they discuss what could possibly be wrong with you.

>You go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

>Boy, were you thirsty.

>Dehydration is probably not helping you get any better.

>You return to the living room and lie back down, watching the two ponies sift through the massive stacks of books.

 

>"How about this one?" asks Twilight. "Symptoms include fever, fatigue, and sore..."

>She blushes.

>"Oh... nevermind."

>What the hell kind of disease was that?

>You already know what's wrong, but they refuse to listen.

>"Maybe it's- No, that's not right..." said Fluttershy.

>Their first mistake is that they're looking through medical texts for ponies.

>Their second mistake was that they didn't even bother to ask you about it.

>You also make a note of the books on apes in the stack.

>You are not a God damned monkey...

--

>"This is awful!" cried Fluttershy. "How can we go to the gala together if he's sick like this?"

>"We can do it, Fluttershy," assured Twilight. "We still have 2 days."

>Even that might not be enough time.

>But seeing as how you're already feeling better, it would only be a minor annoyance more than anything.

>If anything, you should be grateful that you haven't keeled over yet.

>Or the ponies of Ponyville for that matter.

>What with all the exotic diseases you brought with you, and the one's you face in Equestria make it nothing short of a miracle.

>Or just dumb luck.

 

"Hey."

>No response.

>"But what if he doesn't get better?" asked Fluttershy. "I don't think I can go to the gala without him."

>"If we can't figure it out, I'm sure a doctor from Ponyville Mercy Hospital could take a look," suggested Twilight.

>"Yeah, I guess so."

>You clear your throat.

>They both finally take notice of you.

"I'll be fine."

>"How can you say that?" asked Twilight. "Fluttershy told me about what was wrong with you yesterday and the night before."

>"Yeah, Anonymous," said Fluttershy. "I saw you with my own eyes. Even this morning. You are anything but okay."

"I told you I was feeling better."

>"I- ..." she stopped and thought.

>This was true.

>But you were still not in the best condition today.

--

>Twilight was growing ever more intrigued with you.

>She walked up to you and stared into your eyes, studying you.

"Can I help you?"

>"Huh? Oh, sorry."

>She took a step back.

>"I was just curious at how you are recovering so quickly from such a horrible illness. It's only been one night."

>You shrug.

"That's just how it is, I suppose."

>She wasn't satisfied with that answer.

>"That may be, but there's more to it than that."

>Her horn begins to glow.

>Whatever she was trying to do wasn't working in the slightest.

>Your headache came back, about as bad as it was the night before.

 

>Twilight lowered her head and backed away.

>"Heheh, whoops. Sorry."

>Hold on just a God damned second.

>Did she just hurt you with magic?

>Since when are you able to even be touched by magic this bad?

>Okay, now you're interested also.

>If Twlight doesn't notice this as well, you're going to have to bring it up to her later.

>However, this is magic you're talking about.

>She is sure to notice.

>Perhaps you should experiment some more...

>But no fire spells this time...

 

>Fluttershy and Twilight discusses your status a little while longer before Twilight said her goodbyes.

>She left a few books for Fluttershy in case she needed them.

>She wouldn't need them.

>As you've tried to tell them already, you're fine.

>But it was Fluttershy's motherly nature that seemed to make her oblivious to the fact that you knew what you were talking about.

>It could be your history of saying you're fine, when in fact, you are not.

>You just shrug it off.

>As long as she doesn't try to feed you anything too crazy, it shouldn't be that bad.