"Frenchish Green from writer_"
By CrazyRain (https://pastebin.com/u/CrazyRain)

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Created on: Tuesday 9th of December 2014 03:12:14 AM CDT
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Original Author: writer_ !q4X9Fm43Dk Mon 08 Sep 2014 02:17:09 No.19623261
>Journée parfaite jaune équestria (Day yellowperfect in Equestria).
>You begin your day with your usual routine of animal feeding and tea-making, preparing for that mid-morning brunch with anonymous.
>Today was the day he helps you build the chicken coop, and you couldn't be more excited.
>Of course, such excitement had not gone unnoticed by Rarity at your usual spa session.
>"Pfft. Darling, why do you let that stallion do all the work? If you really want to show him that you like him, you should ask him out."
"O-oh, but... I couldn't do that. It wouldn't be right, and I want to show anonymous that I really care about him-"
>Rarity squeaks as Aloe pounds out another muscle in her back
>"WaaAHAH!"
>You sigh, and turn your voice off.
>What would Rarity know about being too anxious to even approach stallions, let alone talk to them?
>But, by the gods and all things miraculous... you didn't have to talk to him. 
>He talked to you.

>Day previous en équestre.
>You are Anonymous.
>And you stroll through the town of Ponyville because it's a beautiful day to be alive!
>A bird yells something cheerful at you from a nearby branch.
>You regard it with the same politeness, and smile at it.
>Le mot juste, my little bird!
>Even the technicolour ponies seem more upbeat than usual in the embraces of a sunny, mid-autumn day
>The trees and their cherry-red leaves, some daisy-yellow, others a crinkling brown 
>All except one, of course
>(The technicolour pony, you twit, not the leaves).
>Fluttershy seems as dejected as ever.
>You espy her from a distance as you stride steadily up the garden path.
>She meekly feeds her chickens, the bulk of her mane hiding her shy, delicate features.
>Well today that's going to change.
>You are going to befriend that mare who sells you chicken feed on a Sunday afternoon.
>"Fluttershy! Salut!"
>You see her jump

>"Hmm?" she says, glancing around
>And then she spots you.
>Now, Fluttershy is a bit of a timid girl at the best of times
>But because you're so tall and foreign, you must come off a bit intimidating.
>(yes, that must be it).
>Fluttershy's eyes widen dramatically, two pools of watery blue that are shocked
>"H-hello!" she squeaks, regarding you with something close to terror. "Um, hi. What can I do for you, anonymous?"
>you smile warmly at her.
"Fluttershy, I've got the day off from the bakery tomorrow! I thought we could spend it hanging out! Isn't that great?"
>She smiles brightly, some of her fright disappating somewhat.
>"O-oh, really? That sounds wonderful! I - "
>And then something comes back over her again, her smile vanishing like a wisp of smoke
>And she returns to her usual, shy, demure state.
>"I mean, um, sure. That is, unless you had something better to do."
>Aw.
>Well, your heart feels sad now
>And what for?
>"And why do you say this?" you chirp. "Come on, Fluttershy. You are the nicest, most polite pony I know. Why would I not want to spend time with you?"
>Her face switches from shock to sadness
>"Um..." 
>"..."
>
>"I, um..."
>
>Okay, nevermind.
"You will feel ten times better if you hang out with other people," you say happily. "I mean, um, ponies. So, what do you say?"
>"Well," Fluttershy says, buoyed by your words. "Um, well, you could always drop by tomorrow morning, and... and we could get a coffee, if that's cool with you."
>...
>Did Fluttershy just use the word 'cool' in a sentence?
>ZUT ALORS, C'EST INCROYABLE
>maintain your stoniest of stony faces
>and then crack a smile.
"Sure thing! I'll drop by at eleven with the materials, okay?"
>"Yeah!" Fluttershy replies, visibly elated.
>Man what the fuck is this mare bipolar or something
>Say your farewells and depart, back to enjoying your friday night

>You are fluttershy, master tea brewer.
>Anonymous is due any minute now. 
>You're slightly worried; you invoke a prayer to satan in order to keep calm. see I told you 
"Just relax," you say, your breaths shallow and quick. "Just like the doctor told you, n-no more social anxiety."
>Knock, knock.
>Almost drop the teacup in fright.
>Anonymous is here.
>You quickly glance at the stainless steel kettle, checking your reflection.
>Eyeliner okay?
>Mane smooth? scented?
>Everything else in order?
"C-coming!" you call. "Um... just a second!" 
>Practically fucking gallop to the door
>Slow as you approach it; musnt'nt seem too eager to say hi to the stallion, and...
>You open the door.
>And look up.
>...God, you never realised this before, but his height gives you butterflies.
>You squeak a 'hi'.
>He has a blonde, human's mane, loose and carefree
>It drapes down either side of his face as he beams at you.
>Something within you shivers in delight.

>You are anon.
>Fluttershy seemed awfully weird today
>Weirder than yesterday
>But happy that she had her chicken coop, finally.
>You notice she wouldn't stop talking, and you figure she must be much happier once she gets to know ponies
>Watches you work with your dexterous hands most of the time
>There's a bit of an awkward moment when you catch her leaning a little too close
>Like she was trying to sniff your hair or something
>But she probably wasn't, she was probably just looking at what you are doing
>You say your au revoirs and return to your home, where you enjoy a well-deserved rest.
>You wonder vaguely whether or not that Celestia mare dates anyone, being royalty.
>You wonder what would happen if you asked her.

>You are fluttershy.
>Sunk deep into a bubblebath, you feel the tears sting your eyes.
>Why won't anonymous notice you?