Title:           [Satyr] Fever (Fluttershy/Anon)
Author:          who_am_i
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First Edit:      Sunday 16th of June 2013 06:38:53 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 16th of June 2013 06:38:53 AM CDT

>Day TAKE THE MONSTER THAT'S IN YOUR GUT DOWN TO MEXICO in Equestria.
>*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!*
>You slam your hand onto the snooze button, silencing the dreadful noise.
>As you sit up, you feel an overwhelming pain surging through your head, as if a hammer is pounding inside constantly.
>You give yourself a minute.
>Feeling under the weather won't bring you down.
"Hup!"
>You stand fully erect, grinning to yourself.
>See? No problem!
>However, as soon as you step forward, the world spins wildly.
"Crap."
>You fall back down onto the bed.
>Hopefully, Fluttershy won't see you suffering.
>"Daddy! Wake up, wake up, wake up!"
>Your ears twitch at the voice calling you.
>You turn your attention to the doorway.
>Standing there is your beautiful satyr daughter, Ivy.
>Her long, pink hair reaches down to her back.
>She's actually your second alarm clock.
>Her smiling face soon changes to a worried one.
>"Daddy?" she says.
"Hm? What is it?" you reply, blinking slowly.
>It's getting hard to focus.
>"Is something wrong?" Ivy asks with a concerned voice.
"Mmhmm... I'm fine."
>Ivy gives you a sharp look, one filled with doubt.
>Before you can speak, to reassure your daughter, Ivy presses her forehead against yours.
>"Daddy, you're burning up." she says, moving back.
>You laugh, trying to play it cool.
"I'm just a little hot, really!" you say, trying to convince your daughter.
>However, she knows you're lying.
>"I'm going to get Mommy!"
>Your eyes widen in horror.
"No, no, no, no, no, no!" you protest. "Ivy, that's not necessary!"
>You stop her from running off.
>If Fluttershy knew, then she would spend the entire day nursing you back to health.
>You don't want that. It may seem like heaven, but the yellow Pegasus tends to go overboard.
 
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>"C-can I take care of you then?" Ivy asks, twisting her hoof leg around which signifies her nervousness.
>You're surprised at the question.
"What? How come?"
>"Because Mommy always takes care of you, and I want to do it, too!" she says, looking determined
>You smile.
>It seems you have no choice. Your daughter is confident.
"Alright, Ivy. You can take care of me."
>"Yippie!" Ivy shouts, jumping onto the bed.
>Ivy begins to pull off your shirt.
"Mmmph!"
>Fluttershy would ask you nicely to remove your clothes; Ivy, however, decided to take the forceful route.
>Perhaps she's too excited.
>"Lay down, Daddy!" she commands.
>You obey your daughter's orders.
"Ugh..."
>The fever seems to have increased, making you feel woozy.
"Ivy, do you know what to do?"
>"Um... I think so," she says, placing her soft hands onto your forehead. "You need to cool down!"
>Ivy scurries off to the kitchen, leaving you alone for a brief moment.
>You close your eyes.
>Was it wise to let Ivy treat you? She is still a child who watched from the sidelines, but her maturity holds strong.
>Suddenly, you feel a freezing sensation running across your face.
"GAAAH!!" you scream, opening your eyes.
>There's an icepack lying near your head.
>Ivy is hiding behind the bed, looking frightened.
>S-s-sorry, Daddy," she says quietly. "I thought it would be better to use something colder..."
"Ivy," you say in a calm voice, "a wet towel will be more than enough."
>Ivy gives a bashful nod, grabs the icepack, and hurries off.
>"Ah!" she yells, juggling the icepack with her hands.
>You chuckle to yourself.
>She's just like her mother, panicking over the little things.
>You close your eyes again, awaiting for the next trial.
 
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>Ivy returns with a towel dipped into a bowl of cold water.
>She places the bowl onto the small drawer, beside the bed.
>As the towel is being wring, the sound of excessive water dripping into bowl relaxes you.
>Shortly after, you feel a sense of coolness.
"That's the way, Ivy," you say, praising her. "Thank you."
>You open one eye and reach your arm out, placing it onto Ivy's head.
>"Hehe..." Ivy giggles as you pet her. She then asks, "I-is there something else I need to do?"
"You already know, Ivy," you reply. "Just make sure I get the necessary rest."
>"Mm! Okay!"
>Time ticks away.
>*Clank! Clank!*
>A loud noise has awaken you.
"Oof..." you say, shutting your eyes shut.
>You feel worse.
>Only thirty minutes has passed. Why does it feel like two hours went on by?
>"AHH!"
>You scramble to your feet and rush to the kitchen, where the noise is coming from.
"Yikes!" you say, entering the kitchen.
>Black smoke arises from the pot on the stove.
>You run to the stove and turn it off, preventing the fire from spreading.
"Ivy," you say. "Are yo-..."
>"I-I'm sorry!" Ivy interrupts. "I didn't mean to!"
>She darts away.
>You grab the pot by the handle and place it under the faucet.
>Ivy wanted to make soup for you, to build up your strength; however, her ability to cook hasn't been perfected.
>After you shut off the water and make your way to Ivy's room, you stumble.
"Ugh..." you say, rubbing the side of your head.
>You take a breath and continue to move forward.
 
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"Ivy?" you ask, knocking on her door. "I'm coming in."
>You open the door and enter.
>Your eyes divert to the body hiding behind the bed.
"Ivy?"
>"Ah..." she says, cowering further.
>She must think you're here to scold her because of her reckless action.
>Very rarely, you would raise your voice, unless disciplining, but you did so in a calm, rational manner.
>Do you remember the time when Ivy entered the Everfree Forest to help the injured animals without your or Fluttershy's supervision?
>You were upset and worried, but, at the same time, you felt relieved.
>Still, any kind of scolding puts Ivy in a sensitive mood.
>You walk over to your sheepish daughter.
>She jumps as you place your hand on top of her head.
"Ivy," you say, petting her gently. "Are you alright?"
>Ivy looks at you with those tear-filled eyes, melting your heart away.
>"Y-you're not angry at me?" she asks softly.
"Of course not." you reply with a smile. "I know you wanted to help maintain my strength to fight the fever, but you're still learning. You'll improve if you take it slow."
>"R-really?"
"Most definitely!"
>Ivy's cheerful mood returns.
"Now," you say, "shall we return to my bed? I could use another cooldown."
>"Mm!" Ivy responds, jumping up excitingly.
>She pulls your hand, deciding to take the lead.
>Once again, you lay down on the bed.
>As soon as Ivy starts the wet towel routine, you begin to drift away.
>You know everything will be fine.
 
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>Several hours pass.
>You awaken to Fluttershy's worried face.
"AH!" you scream.
>You're still not used to her behavior.
>"Oh, Anon!" she says, nuzzling your cheek. "How are you feeling?"
>You laugh, feeling her ticklish touch.
I-I'm... pff... fine," you reply. "A little warm, but Ivy did a wonderful job taking care of me."
>"I know," Fluttershy says, pulling back. "She told me, and she wants to ask you something."
>You turn your attention to Ivy who is approaching slowly.
>"Um..." she hesitates. "Could... could I take care of you tomorrow, too?
>You smile.
"Absolutely, Ivy," you reply, "to your heart's content."
>Ivy leaps into your arms, catching you off guard.
"Whoa!"
>"Don't forget about me," Fluttershy says, giving you another nuzzle. "I'll make sure to teach her well."
>You freeze up.
>No.
>No!
>Nononononononono!
>Ivy herself would have been sufficient.
>Fluttershy entering the scene, when you're sick, makes you tired and weak.
>She would constantly pamper you, making you feel very uncomfortable.
>To you, it is known as a state of Purgatory.
>And with Ivy joining in contributes more trouble for you.
>"We'll do our best to help you recover, Daddy!" Ivy says, looking up at you.
>At that moment, as you stare back into your daughter's cyan eyes, you realize how lucky you are.
>Having both Fluttershy and Ivy caring for you brings joy to your heart.
 
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