[Satyr] Fever (Fluttershy/Anon)

>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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