Anon/Fluttershy 27

"Nononono! Trust me, that won't be neccesary!"

>You back against the wall as Fluttershy approaches you with the largest fucking thermometer you've ever seen in your entire life.

>"But Twilight's book says that the best way to get your temperature is to-"

"I don't need a thermometer to know I have a fever!"

>"But we need to know for sure. If I can just..."

>Fluttershy closes in on you.

"NEVER!"

>You slap the thermometer away and vault over her.

>You dive behind the safety of your couch.

>"Oh. That's okay then. I guess we don't need to get your temperature right now."

>Damn straight, skippy.

 

>Fluttershy seats herself down on the rug.

>"Well, how do we find out what's wrong with you?"

"I told you already. I'm feeling fine."

>But you're still not well."

"Does it matter?"

>Fluttershy ponders this for a moment.

>"Well... I guess not."

"So it's agreed? No more crazy medical procedures that neither of us know anything about?"

>"But I was certain that a colonoscopy could-"

"No, it can't!"

>"But the book said-"

"Since when did you turn into Twilight?"

>She bowed her head and began to sniffle.

>Oh, nononono.

>Bad, Anon. Bad.

--

>You come out from behind the couch and crouch in front of her.

>You brush her bangs from her face and lift her chin.

>"I *sniff* only want what's best for you. *sniff*" she whispers.

>You embrace her.

"I know," you whisper in her ear. "I'm sorry."

>She calmed down rather quickly.

>"So... I take it you don't want the thermometer?"

>You pull back from the hug and give her a deadpan stare.

>"I'll take that as a no."

 

>You stand and look at the stacks of books Twilight had left for Fluttershy.

>She said she only left you a few...

"Maybe it's best if you just don't read up on this anymore than what's needed."

>"How do we know what's needed?"

"I'll tell you. And I say, no more."

>You look over the mess once more.

"Perhaps we should clean this up."

>"Oh. Okay, then."

 

"Can I ask you a question?"

>You grab a small stack.

>"Okay."

>You look at her and smile.

"You should show me how you made that veggie soup from last night.

>Fluttershy lifts a book and adds it to your stack.

>"That would be wonderful."

--

>You awaken the next morning with a slight pain in the base of your neck, and your voice is a little raspy.

>But all in all, you feel fine.

>You playfully gloated to Fluttershy about how you knew all along.

>She seemed upset about how she couldn't play the tender, loving, and caring mother anymore.

>You try to get your daily routine back on track.

>You workout schedule has been derailed so many times now, it was pathetic.

>How you are making any progress is beyond you.

>You decide to push yourself today in hopes of making up for anything you may have lost over the last few days.

>You instantly regret this decision.

>After a slow mile, you say 'Fuck it' and turn around, walking back home.

 

>So tired and worn out..

>You're getting fat.

>This sucks so hard.

>"Hey, Anon. What's up?"

>You stop and turn around.

>Nothing there.

>You turn back around to see Rainbow Dash staring you RIGHT IN THE FUCKING FACE.

>You reel back and fall on your ass in surprise.

>She laughs at your idiocy.

--

>She sits there, hovering over you.

>A smile is plastered across her face.

>You're curious as to what she wants, but also a little scared.

>She offers her hoof to you.

>You're suspicious of accepting it, but take it anyways.

>You feel relieved when all she does is pull you to your feet.

>"Dang, Anon. You're a heavy one."

>That kind of hurts.

>Yeah you were just calling yourself fat, but that's different.

>You think.

"Yeah," is all you can respond with.

 

>You continue your walk home with Rainbow Dash hovering beside you.

>"So, Anon."

"Yeah?"

>"What are you doing out here?"

"Training."

>"I can see that. But WHAT are you doing?"

"..... Training?"

>Rainbow Dash facehoofs.

>"No stu- ... No. I mean, why are you walking?"

"Im tired."

>Rainbow blows raspberries at you.

>"And you expect to beat ME in a race?"

--

>She must have already forgotten how sick you were just the other day when she came by.

>That, or she's just busting your balls.

>Hard to tell, really.

>She's not the brightest pony you've ever met.

"Well, you know. I need to get faster somehow."

>"You barely ran a mile!"

>Stalker...

>You don't call her out on it though.

"Bad pacing on my part," is your excuse.

>She found this rather hilarious and dropped to the ground to walk while she laughed at you.

 

"Is there a reason you're here? Or are you just getting off making me feel bad."

>She ignored you, but responded when she finally calmed down.

>"I, uh... heh... I just came by to see if you're game for the Running of the Leaves."

>The Running of the- Oh yeah!

>Way back when you first got here, you had a conversation with Fluttershy about it.

>How you thought that sprinting through the forest, a shower of-

>You get punched in the shoulder by Rainbow.

>"Snap out of it and answer my question," she demands.

>You think for a moment.

"When is it?"

>"Two months."

--

>Two months, eh?

>At least she's waiting until after your wedding.

>Just barely though.

>There's still a lot of time until then and now.

>Plenty of time to get into shape.

>That is, as long as you stop getting yourself hurt.

>Or if you don't freeze due to it being the middle of November.

>Is the Equestrian calendar the same as Earth's?

>You're going to assume it is.

>Come to think of it, the nights are going to become rather cold soon.

>Maybe you should start wearing your faded, old jacket from when you got here.

>If you can even find it, that is.

>Maybe Rarity can patch it up for you?

>Or make something a little warmer at least.

 

>Rainbow Dash punches you in the shoulder again.

>"Hey. Question. Answer. Now."

>You rub your shoulder.

"A little impatient, aren't we?"

>"Well, what is it?"

>That's a yes.

"Yeah, sure. I guess."

>Rainbow Dash smiles.

>"Perfect. I'll see you then."

"Won't I see you at the Gala tomorrow night?"

>Her smile disappears.

>"Sh-shut up. You know what I meant."

>She flies away, your childish laughs following after her.

--

>You make it home, much to the surprise of Fluttershy.

>"You're home early."

"Didn't want to push myself too hard."

>You fucking liar.

>"Oh, okay. That's good of you. What would you like for breakfast?"

"Hmm..." you scratch your chin. "I don't care."

>Fluttershy's eager face left for a blank stare.

>"What would you like for breakfast?" she asks again.

"I don't care."

>You walk over to the couch and lie down on your face.

>Fluttershy walks around and stands beside you.

>"What do you want for breakfast?"

>Ah, so it's this game, is it?

 

>You turn your head to face her.

"Surprise me."

>She jumps onto the couch and onto your back.

>You groan and as you feel the weight on your back.

>"What do you want for breakfast?"

>You roll over, dropping her to the floor, and you landing on her.

>You land on your arms to keep as much of your weight off of her without hurting her.

"I don't care."

>She uses her wings and slides out from under you.

>She lands on your back and pushes you into the carpet.

>"What do you want for breakfast?"

>You stand up and back into the couch.

>Fluttershy was holding onto the back of your neck.

>You sit and press her against you and the couch.

"I don't care."

--

>She released your neck and covered your eyes with her hooves.

>You bend over to weaken her grip, then pry her hooves away with your hands.

>She spread her wings and wrapped them around your face.

>"What do you want for breakfast?"

"I don't care!"

>You stand and begin walking around, blindly.

>Fluttershy is bending and twisting your head, causing you to stagger around unbalanced.

>She finally releases you and hops off of your back.

>You are standing in front of the fridge.

"Clever girl..."

>She smiles and squees in victory.

>You sigh and open the fridge.

>And... what do you know?

>Nothing.

 

>Fluttershy walks around you to get a peek inside.

>She lets out an audible 'Oh,' at the sight of the empty fridge.

>She turns and goes through the cupboards, looking for anything.

>Unless you can find a way to mix peanuts, pepper, and baking soda, there was no way you were eating this morning.

"How could we possibly run this low on food?"

>"Now that you mention it, I'm not sure."

"Didn't we just make a pot of soup last night?"

>"You ate it all."

"Oh yeah..."

>After a few more minutes of staring into the empty fridge, you shut the door.

"So I guess it's back to Ponyville, huh?"

>"It seems that way."

"Damn it."

>It sucks being poor.

--

>You were drawing a few stares from the other ponies as you walked through town.

>Jeez, get over it why don't you?

>You've only been here for...

>Uh...

>Who cares.

>You shouldn't be a damned attraction everytime you do something different.

>You don't wear shorts into town very often, and only once before to your knowledge.

>So your legs are exposed.

>So what?

>Also, why are you putting so much thought into this?

 

>You shake your head and clear your thoughts.

>Breakfast is shot, unless you go for brunch.

>And you don't feel like going out to eat this morning.

>The two of you wander through the market, pointing out various produce, and disagreeing for the most part.

"This sucks."

>"It's not that bad. Why don't you go sit down and rest for a moment or two? I can do this."

"But then you'll end up buying the asparagus. I hate asparagus."

>"But we can't decide on anything this way."

>You sigh.

"Fine, I guess. Maybe we can feed the asparagus to Angel."

>There's no way in bunny hell that rabbit is going to accept straight asparagus.

>Even after you've arrived, Fluttershy constantly caves into his picky behavior when you're not around.

>Come to think of it, that's probably where all of your food goes.

>If something is out of place even the slightest, he throws his food to the ground.

>You're going to have to rectify that.

--

>You leave Fluttershy to her shopping as you find a bench to sit down.

>It's probably not the smartest idea to be sitting with your legs spread like they are, but fuck it all.

>The breeze feels good.

>You nonchalantly wave to the passing ponies.

>The colts and high class ponies showing disgust, while most of the mares giggled and waved back.

>You lean your head back on the bench and rest your eyes for a moment.

>"Hey you."

>Well that didn't last as long as you would've hoped.

>You look towards the voice, expecting a certain brown pony waiting to get his ass beat.

>Instead, to your surprise, a fancy-looking unicorn is sitting beside you.

 

"Oh, sorry," you say to him as you scoot over to allow him more room.

>"Why, thank you, sir."

"No problem."

>You cross your arms and tilt your head back again.

>"Fine weather we're having, isn't it?"

>You crack your eye and look over to him.

"Yup," you say, closing your eyes again.

>You're not one for small talk with strangers.

--

>"Anonymous, isn't it?"

>You look over to him before sitting up straight.

"Yeah. How do you do?"

>You extend a hand, which he meets with a hoof.

>"Ah, a firm shake, I must say. It tells a lot about a pony."

"Indeed."

>You could chalk it up that you are actually able to squeeze as opposed to a real pony hoofshake.

>How do ponies even shake hooves?

>"So I heard through the grapevine that you are short on bits at the moment?"

"Well, it's no big secret that I need a real job. But we're scraping by just fine."

>"Well it just so happens that I have a special proposition just for you."

>Sweet!

>Finally, some real work!

>And from a rich pony at that!

 

"Sure!"

>You try to hide your excitement, horribly at that.

>"It involves your fiance Fluttershy."

>Suddenly you have a bad feeling about this.

>And the sudden urge to punch him in the mouth before this gets potentially worse.

"Yeah?" you ask, concerned.

>"It's really nothing to worry about," he assures you. "I have a distinct memory of when Fluttershy used to model for the great Photo Finish a while ago."

>You sigh in relief.

>You thought this was going somewhere horrible.

>"I would like to acquire her from you as a trophy wife. For a modest fee of course."

>The sudden urge to punch his fucking face in is back with a passion.

--

>You stand and walk away before you tear him a new asshole.

>But the bastard follows you.

>He trots up alongside you.

>"Well. That was rather rude. Don't you think?"

>That stuck up little...

>He thinks YOU'RE being rude?

>Well you are, but that's besides the point.

"No." you state flatly.

>"Aw, come now, Anonymous. There's no need to be like that."

"There's every need to be like that."

>"Well frankly, I fail to see any reason at all."

>He would.

>"If you would just hear me out, this wouldn't have to be so hostile.

>You stop and turn towards him.

"I'm listening."

 

>"Well, it's really quite simple. All you need to do is act like a monster to her. Perhaps strike her while she's shopping. That should work quite well. Then I will come in, play the hero, and Fluttershy will be mine."

>Flawless plan.

>One problem though.

"And what exactly would I get out of this?"

>"Why, money, of course."

>Of course.

>You can always use more money.

--

>You about face and walk away.

>Once again, he trots up beside you.

>"Here."

>He levitates a coinpurse and secures it to your belt.

>"Take this stipend as a consideration."

"I don't want your money."

>You untie the coinpurse and hand it over to him.

>He waves a hoof at you.

>"Keep it. That's just pocket change, my boy. There's more where that came from if you would reconsider."

 

>And with that, he trots away, leaving you with his unwanted sack of coins.

>You contemplate scattering the bits around the market.

>You want nothing to do with this pony's ill-gotten money.

>But you do need it...

>And he said he didn't want it, so it wouldn't be stealing for you to keep it.

>Against your good concience, you pocket the money and try to find Fluttershy, just in case something else were to heppen.

>You find her in no time, bartering with the bastard cherry vendor... again.

>You sit and watch and barely manage to surpress your laughter when Fluttershy jumps onto the counter and gives him 'The Stare'.

>The vendor tosses a bag across the counter along with a few bits.

>Fluttershy happily walks away, the bag in her mouth.

>She spots you and you wave her over.

--

>She jumps into your arms as you laugh and give her a kiss.

>She's getting bolder, and finally able to stand up to that guy by herself.

>You're so proud of her.

>But now onto pressing matters.

"Hey Fluttershy," you pull out the sack of coins. "We might have a problem on our hands..."

>"Hooves."

"Now's not the time..."

>She frowns at her bad timing for a joke.

>"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

>Fluttershy opens the coinpurse to find a surprising amount of bits inside.

>She cocks her head to the side, unable to understand the issue.

>"Did... Did you steal it?"

"What? No! No, I didn't steal it."

>"So... What's the problem here?"

 

>You relay the conversation you had with the unicorn only a few minutes prior.

>Fluttershy hides herself behind her mane.

>She apologizes...

>To YOU.

"I don't understand."

>"If it wasn't for those magazines, this wouldn't have happened."

>She sniffles, signaling a cry coming on.

>You crouch and rest both hands on her shoulders.

"Hey now, don't be like that. You think I would leave you for a few coins? You gotta be out of your pretty little mind to think I would do something like that. I doubt we'll ever hear from him again."

>She looks up at you with her big teal eyes from behind her beautiful mane.

>There's that smile you know and love.

--

"Hey, I just got an idea."

>"What's that?" asks Fluttershy, looking up at you inquisitively.

>Without a word, you begin walking away.

>Fluttershy, confused at first, decides to follow.

>You round a corner and your destination becomes all to clear.

 

>You enter the Carousel Boutique and find Rarity working the front counter.

"Hey Rarity, I gotta question for you," you say as you step through the door.

>"Huh?" Rarity looks up from her work to spot the two of you entering.

>"Oh! Good afternoon, Anonymous. Fluttershy."

"Afternoon, Rarity. Hey, can I ask you a question?"

>"Of course, Anonymous."

>Rarity takes off her glasses and sets her pen down.

>"What do you need?"

 

>You pull up a seat for Fluttershy and you lean on the back of it.

"Well, a few questions actually."

>"I have all day," she says with a smile.

>Quite.

"Well first, you know a lot of high-class ponies, right?"

>"Of course, darling. You don't become the greatest fashionista in Equestria just by dealing with commonfolk."

>You don't know how you should take that comment.

"Alright. Well, do you know anything about the modeling business?"

>Rarity stared at you with a blank expression.

>Even Fluttershy turned and looked up at you with an 'are you serious?' face.

"Okay, sorry I asked."

--

"Well, uh... There's this one pony, a unicorn, who came up to me today."

>"Okay?"

"He talked to me about being interested in Fluttershy. Especially since she used to be a model."

>"A job offer?"

>You shake your head.

"Not quite. He wanted to... uh..."

>You scratch the back of your head.

"How can I say this..."

>"Purchase me," said Fluttershy.

>Rarity gasped and reeled back in surprise before growing a very angry expression.

"Uh... Yeah, actually. What she said."

 

>Rarity stomps a hoof.

>"What else did this stallion say to you!" she demands.

"Nothing. He gave me a sack of bits and left."

>You pull out the coinpurse and toss it to Rarity.

>She catches it and peers inside.

"He gave it to me to help persuade me."

>Shaking her head, she returns it to you.

>"What a cheap little..." she growls.

>Rarity takes a deep breath and cools down.

>"Please tell me you're not seriously considering it?" she asks.

"Of course not!"

>She nodded.

>"Just making sure."

--

"So do you think you can help us?"

>She shakes her head.

>"Without a name, he's just another Canterlot pony. There's not much I can do."

"That's a shame."

>"But you know a lot of influential ponies, right?" asks Fluttershy.

>"Of course, darling."

>"So if you were to meet this pony, or get a name, then all would be fine, right?"

>"That is correct."

>Fluttershy nods.

>"Thank you very much, Rarity."

"Yeah, thanks Rarity."

>"It's my pleasure, you two. Please tell me if you have any other problems."

"Will do."

>"Mhmm," agreed Fluttershy.

 

>"Well please drop by soo- WAIT!"

>Rarity throws up a hoof to you and Fluttershy as you turned to leave.

>"I forgot something!"

>She galloped off to the back of the shop.

>You and Fluttershy traded glances.

>Neither of you were expecting anything from Rarity.

>Rarity returned with two flat boxes and hovered them over to you and Fluttershy.

>"Your masks!" she said, excitedly.

>The two of you reached out to grab the boxes, only to have them pulled out of reach.

>"But not yet!" she said with a smile.

>What a tease.

--

>"You can't see them, but trust me, you'll like them," said Rarity.

"Well you've never disappointed me before, so I trust you."

>Fluttershy nodded in agreement.

>"Well now that I've shown you your masks, is there anything else you need from me?"

"One thing. Could you actually SHOW us the masks?"

>"No."

"Fair enough. Other than that, I got nothing. Fluttershy?"

>Fluttershy shook her head.

"Nope. Looks like we're good for now."

>"Okay, darling. Now, if you don't mind, I need to get back to work."

"Alright. It was good speaking with you, Rarity."

>"It's always a pleasure, Anonymous. I'll see you tomorrow night. You too, Fluttershy."

>"Okay, Rarity."

>You hold the door open for Fluttershy as you leave.

 

"Let me take those bags," you say to Fluttershy after a few hours of shopping.

>She releases them from her mouth and allows you to take them.

>"Don't cut your hands."

"Don't cut my-? Oh, pfft. Yeah, right."

>Fluttershy giggled and you rolled your eyes.

"Let's just get home, alright?"

>"I would like that."

>[One hour later]

>You kick open the front door and race to the kitchen.

>You drop the many bags of food onto the counter.

"Son of a bitch!"

>You shake flail your hands around, trying to ease the pain.

>It's not working.

>"You try too hard," said Fluttershy, laughing as she trotted into the kitchen.

"I don't try hard enough. Otherwise we wouldn't have this money situation."

--

>Fluttershy kissed your hands.

>Like a mother kissing her child's boo boo.

>"I don't care about money."

>She presses her head against your side.

>You instinctively throw an arm around her and pull her closer.

>"I'm sure we will get along just fine. I have confidence in you."

>You don't.

>You don't even know if you will ever get your house payed off.

>Or even find a steady job at that.

"Thanks," is all you're able to respond with.

>You check your pockets and pull out the still-full coinpurse the unicorn gave you.

"Well, at least we're better off than when we left home today.

>Fluttershy nodded.

 

>You hand the bag to Fluttershy.

"It WAS because of you, you know. I think you should have it."

>Fluttershy stared at the sack of bits in your hand.

>"I don't want it," she said.

"Well I don't want it. So here, take it."

>You toss the bag onto her back.

>She shakes her flank and drops the bag to the floor.

>"Well I don't want it either."

"He gave it to me for you. So it's only right if you take it."

>"But he gave it to you."

"For you."

>"I'm not touching it," she says, backing away.

>Well, crap.

--

"So..." you twiddle your thumbs. "What do we do with it?"

>"We could put it away. Maybe have it go towards the house payment."

"That... is not a bad idea, actually."

>You walk over and pick up the bag.

>You look back and forth between Fluttershy and the bag.

>You touch Fluttershy with it.

"Touch."

>"Anon!" jumped Fluttershy.

"Heheh, sorry."

 

>Fluttershy's yelp drew the attention of Angel, whos was napping in a basket in the living room.

>You never saw much of him lately.

>Probably because it always ended with him being punted out the door.

>Nevertheless, he ran to Fluttershy's aid in the kitchen.

>She was still in that flinching pose when he came running in.

>Thinking you were trying to hurt her, or just taking this opportunity to be an asshole, he leapt up to you and roundhouse kicked the coinpurse from your hands.

>The bag hit the wall and exploded, sending bits all over the kitchen.

>Fluttershy gasped and covered her mouth with her hooves.

"Angel, what the hell!"

--

>The rabbit looked around, confused at the flying coins and Fluttershy's reaction.

>He reached down to his feet and picked one up to inspect it.

>You could swear his pupils turned to cash symbols for a second.

>He hopped onto the counter and grabbed a cookbook.

>You gave a quizzical look at Fluttershy, who only shrugged in response.

>Angel flipped through the pages before coming to a stop.

>He lifted the book and pointed to his prize.

>A giant freakin salad.

>Adorned with all manners of vegetables, and even whipped cream and a cherry on top.

>"What's that Angel Bunny? Are you hungry?"

>He shook his head and started impatiently tapping his foot.

>"Aw. Here. Let mama take care of-"

"No."

 

>The two of them looked at you.

>Fluttershy in surprise, Angel in anger.

>Like hell if you're letting Fluttershy spoil him today.

"How do you expect us to make that?"

>Angel points to the bags of groceries sitting on the counter.

"We don't even have everything we need for that."

>Angel points to the bits scattered around the kitchen.

"I'm not wasting money so you can take one bite and throw it in Fluttershy's face."

>He began repeatedly hitting the book, furiously point at the salad and demanding you to make it.

>You couldn't help but notice Angel putting special emphasis on the cherry at the top.

"You touch my cherries, I'm gonna stomp your li-"

>You look at Fluttershy, growing increasingly worried.

"Go get yourself a carrot or something."

>He pouted and hopped up on the counter and dug through the bags.

>You can feel your rage building when he pulls out a little paper bag with a cherry sticker on the front.

--

>He holds the bag high above his head, showing defiance towards you.

"Son of a bitch..." you whisper under your breath.

>His face contorts and he pulls out one of your cherries.

>Damn those bunny ears.

>"Angel," whispered Fluttershy. "Please don't."

>He turns his head to the side, opens his mouth, and hangs the cherry over it.

"Don't you fucking dare..."

>You begin slowly taking steps towards him.

>He cracks open one eye to see you slowly approaching.

>He extends his tongue and begins to slide it over the cherry, seductively.

"Mother fucker..."

>You squint your eyes and try to stare into his soul like Fluttershy can.

>It doesn't work.

>He lowers the cherry into his mouth.

>You aggressively take another step forwards.

>He clamps his jaws shut.

"That's it!"

 

>You lunge at the offending rabbit.

>You want blood.

>"Anon! No! Wait!" pleaded Fluttershy.

>Angel, foreseeing your inevitable rage, simply hopped up and jumped off your head.

>You hit the counter and spun around to see him racing out of the kitchen.

>You make a break for the kitchen door before Fluttershy grabs your legs and you hit the floor.

>Instinctively, you threw your arms up to protect your face.

>You don't need that getting busted again.

>Hitting the floor like that didn't help your overall condition either.

>Needless to say, it calmed you down very quickly.

--

>You bury your face in one arm and slam your fist into the floor with the other.

"I really hate the rabbit," you say into the floor.

>"He's not so bad once you get to know him," consoled Fluttershy.

>That made no sense whatsoever.

>She acts like the victim of spousal abuse when it comes to Angel.

>No matter how bad it is, she loves him.

>That's not a bad thing, per se, but there are limits.

"I'm sure he's a swell guy," you say sarcastically.

>Fluttershy releases your legs and gets off of you.

>You push off the floor and slowly rise to your feet.

"So," you brush yourself off. "Dinner plans?"

>Please say rabbit stew...

>Fluttershy shrugged.

>"Do you want some more vegetable soup?"

>With rabbit.

"I suppose."

>Fluttershy flew up and kissed you before moving over the the groceries on the counter.

>You sigh.

>Maybe next time.

>You decide to help her prepare dinner.

>Since you're the one with the great and powerful hands, you work the knife as Fluttershy  tosses you the vegetables and mixes them in the pot.

>Cooking is always fun when you got a system or a game going.

>Angel peeks in the kitchen, expecting an ambush.

>Needless to say, he was surprised to see you calm and preparing dinner with Fluttershy.

>He scowled and kicked a carrot that was sitting on the floor for some reason.

--

>You can see Angel out of the corner of your eye.

>'Someone's mad', you think to yourself.

>Your smile catches Fluttershy's eyes.

>She doesn't know what you're smiling about, but seeing you happy makes her happy as well.

>You taste your veggie concoction and determine that it could really use some beef.

>But alas, then Fluttershy would be out of something to eat.

>Unless she decides to-

>Nah, fuck it.

>Perhaps tomorrow night you can fry yourself up a giant porkchop or something if you get home early enough.

>But from what you heard from the others, it's practically an all night thing.

>And Canterlot is supposed to be a few hours train ride away.

>You are NOT looking forward to tomorrow morning.

 

>A simple dinner tonight is all you need to be content.

>Tomorrow will be an extravagent evening.

>You can spend the night with Fluttershy doing whatever she wants.

>It's not like you know the castle grounds or the city proper.

>She is sure to know the better sights and areas at the Gala.

>Either her, or Rarity.

>But Rarity wil probably be busy showing off her outfit.

>Can't blame her much.

>But if Fluttershy decides to go do her own thing, you're pretty much stuck in a crowd of prying pony eyes.

>Rich and fancy ponies at that.

>You wish Spike was going...

>Then you'd have someone to hang out with should you get abandoned by the others.

>Perhaps you can talk him into it tomorrow.