Anon/Fluttershy 5

>The day drags on. You feed the animals again and almost get into it with Angel over his lunch. You give him the same feed as the rest of the other animals. He tries to kick the bowl out of your hands, but you lift it out of reach before he does.

>How does Fluttershy even put up with him? A better question would be why? He eventually backs down after you give him a straight face and tell him point blank that he isn't getting anything else.

>That rabbit hates you with a passion. The feeling is mutual.

>It's been about 4 hours since Fluttershy and Rarity left for the spa. Your chores were pretty much done for now.

>Now is time to resort the one pasttime you enjoy the most. You grab your guitar case and head out back.

 

>Fluttershy and Rarity walk through the front door of the house. They call out your name but don't hear a response. They become worried and walk out the back door. Looking around for a good 5 minutes, Rarity finally spots you lying in the shade of a willow tree. You are facing the pond the tree is growing by.

>They shush themselves and quietly walk up to the opposite side of the tree from you. They sit themselves down and listen to you play.

>You are not singing. Just softly plucking the strings in a soothing and relaxing tune.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4IJVJgQDxk

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>As you finish, you just rest the guitar across your chest. You lean your head back against the tree. You close your eyes and let out a deep, drawn-out sigh. Fully relaxed, you can just fall asleep like this.

>You hear a soft whisper.

>"I told you."

>You snap your eyes open. You roll to the right and lay on your back, stretching out to peer behind the tree.  You see those two beautiful mares lying on the grass, their heads resting on their crossed forelegs.

"Told her what?" you blurt out.

>This also catches them by surprise and they both jump up and turn their heads to look at you. They laugh at the silly position you are in. You in turn laugh at their shocked expressions.

"You are a very sneaky pony, you know that?" Directing the question at Fluttershy with a small laugh.

>The mares smile, giggle, and walk around opposite sides of the tree and sit next to you. Fluttershy to your right, Rarity on your left. You pick yourself up and sit back down. Legs extended, crossed at the ankles, back against the tree.

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>"My, my Anonymous! You are a very talented musician!"

"Thank you and please, Miss Rarity, just call me Anon."

>"In that case, please just call me Rarity."

"Very well." You shake her hoof in agreement.

>"What was that beautiful tune you were playing just now Anon?" Rarity asks.

"Nothing. It was just random and spontaneous. I enjoy just fidling with the strings until something comes along."

>"Well I know of a certain pony who would absolutely love to hear you play." Rarity says. "She is also a big cello player, renowned across Equestria."

>You ponder this for a moment.

"May I ask one thing Mi- er, Rarity?"

>"Hm?"

"Can you explain to me exactly what about my playing that's so great? I really have no idea."

>"Why, it's quite obvious darling. Those dexterous paws of yours are the reason behind your genius."

>You look over at Fluttershy, nodding her head in agreement.

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"Hands."

>"I'm sorry, what?"

"Hands. They are called hands." You wiggle you fingers. "And these are fingers."

"Same goes for my bottom 'hoofs'," You emphasize the air quotes. "except it's feet and toes respectively."

>Anatomy lesson for ponies.

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

>Rarity is embarassed at her mistake.

>You can only throw your arm over her shoulder.

>Fluttershy already knows this. She has worked with nearly every possible animal and knows of the large variances of front and rear appendages.

>You move to throw you arm over Fluttershy's shoulder as well and you hold them tight.

>Fluttershy lets out a deep sigh and cuddles up close to you. Rarity moves closer but remains still, respecting the bond you and Fluttershy share.

>"Anon, what are you wearing?"

>That was unexpected.

"Uh... clothes?"

>"Well obviously darling. What I mean is, what ARE you wearing?"

>That time there was a level of disgust on her emphasis of 'are'.

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"Just... clothes. Why what's wrong?"

>"Please excuse me Anon, but those garments are absolutely dreadful."

>You can't help but feel a little hurt. You like these clothes. They weren't in the best shape mind you, but you can wear them with comfort knowing people wouldn't judge you much because of a name brand. But these aren't people.

"I still don't get it."

>"They are worn out Anon." She said this very flat. "And that grey is just boring and dreary."

"What are you suggesting I do about it?"

>This conversation had caught Fluttershy's attention and she laid her head in your lap, moving your guitar to make room. She listened without a word.

>"You need new clothes darling!"

"And how would I go about doing that? I don't even know if I can go back to my world. Even if I could I have no money to purchase clothing."

>That caught Rarity completely off guard. His world? What exactly did he mean by that? She let it slide.

>"Why you just so happen to be looking at the greatest fashionista in Equestria!"

>She stood, giving a stomp and flicking her mane out of her face. Impressive boasting.

>"Visit me in my shop tomorrow. We will get you measured and discuss what you would like."

>And with that, she says goodbye and takes her leave.

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>You and Fluttershy watch her trot away.

>"She's a very gernerous pony you know."

>Fluttershy raises her head. She leans back against your shoulder and stares out across the pond.

"Yes she is."

>You bring your hand up and brush her mane back.

"I am actually a little aprehensive of going to her shop."

>"Do you want me to go with you?"

"No, no. It's not like that."

>You bring your head down and kiss her forehead. Fluttershy jolts at the surprise. She looks up to you with her big teal eyes and smiles. She rests her head back on your shoulder and you both stare off across the pond.

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