"(FR) Adopting Fluttershy - Part 1 and 2" By FlutterPriest (https://pastebin.com/u/FlutterPriest) URL: https://pastebin.com/WXEwbHdm Created on: Thursday 5th of June 2014 05:45:52 PM CDT Retrieved on: Wednesday 28 of October 2020 08:41:12 AM UTC prose: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/195770/1/adopting-fluttershy/days-1---9 prose: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/195770/2/adopting-fluttershy/days-10---15 --- Day 1: The Beginning >I decided to begin keeping a journal now that I've decided to make something of my life here in Equestria. >I figured the best thing to do would be to adopt some filly that's less fortunate than I. >So, I went down to the orphanage and was introduced to all the little fillies and colts that were there. >While I admit that there were more than a few I would have been willing to take home, none were as memorable as the yellow Pegasus with long pink hair. >Her shyness was probably the most adorable thing ever, journal. >I told the owner of the orphanage that I needed a day to think about it, and now my mind is made up. >I'm going back there today and I'm adopting Fluttershy, that perfect little angel. >A part of my heart warms from the thought that she might call me daddy... >Anyway, no time to waste! I'll be back later journal to tell you about the adoption process! >Day 1.5: Back Home >Alright Journal, I'm back. Looking at the clock, I can't believe it took so long to get the process done. >It was probably cause I'm a human. >Damn ponies. >Anyway, I charged into that orphanage like nobody's business and demanded that I wasn't leaving without Fluttershy. >Then I was informed I needed to get paperwork from city hall. >So I left and came back. >THEN I demanded I wasn't leaving without Fluttershy. >You should have seen her face Journal. >Her little tears of joy... >That wide smile. >Absolutely amazing, I'll never forget it as long as I live. >I picked her up, put her on my shoulder and we walked out of there. >The owner seemed really enthusiastic that I was taking her. >It's touching to see that the orphanage gets so excited for a new adoption. >It's like they really care. >Anyway, I brought her home to my little cottage outside of Ponyville. >Her shyness still hasn't wore off, but I'm sure she will just need some time to get used to me. >I -am- a six foot human anyway. >I made her some lunch, and now she's down for a small nap. >Poor girl must be tuckered out from such a long, exciting day. >I also can't help but feel that... maybe I've jumped in a bit too deep, Journal... >Maybe I should have waited for someone special in my life to help me take care of this filly. >Ugh. >I can't think like this. >I'm going to be a good father! >I won't mess this up. >I'm going to do my best to learn more and more about her for the rest of the day. >Apparently she's already set to go to school, so all I need to do is focus on raising her. >Instilling good values. >Answering the hard questions. >Teaching her how to be a good adult. >I'll talk to you more later, Journal. >I can do this. >P.S. SHIT. ANON. DON'T FORGET. RESEARCH HOW TO TEACH FILLIES TO FLY. >End of Day 1: So cute. >I'm exhausted, Journal. >Not because she's a little ball of energy, thank god for that. >I spent the afternoon helping her paint her room. >She wanted the room to look just like outside and have little animals everywhere! >Fluttershy loved every moment of it. >"I want little animals all over the walls of my first room!" She exclaimed. >I just did the best I could to smile and nod. >When she says little things like 'her first room', I have to do everything I can to keep myself composed. >It's little moments like that which make me realize I'm all she has. >... >I know I can be a good father. >Once we were done painting her room, I made her the best salad I could scramble up from my Bachelor Fridge. >The weird thing was that I bought a huge carrot just for salads... And it just disappeared. >I don't remember eating it.... >Eh. Oh well. She still liked it. That's what matters. >Reminder- Grocery store. >I talked to one of my neighbors while Fluttershy watched squirrels in the yard. >She said she would be happy to teach her how to fly when she's ready. >Which is a huge load off of my back. >She also said something about a flight Academy in Cloudsdale. >That could be good too. >She could make more friends. >Anyway I suppose it's about time for me to hit the sack, but before I go, I want to tell you about when she went to bed. >I tucked her into her bed, which she said was so soft and comfy. >I read her a story about a little bunny that she really, really enoyed. >Then I gave her a big hug and told her sweet dreams. >Without missing a beat, she said "I love you, Daddy." >I can't even describe what it felt like, Journal. >So, I replied "I love you too, Shy." >She closed her eyes and quietly fell asleep. >As I tip toed out and turned off the lights... I felt so warm... And happy. >I have no doubts anymore, Journal. >I'm going to be the best Dad ever. >For my little Fluttershy. >Day Two: Rise and Shine. >I'm not sure who was more excited to wake up and spend our first big day together, me or her. >It might have been her, considering I pretended to be asleep when I heard come into my room this morning to wake me up. >She lept up on the bed, yelling "Daddy! Daddy! Wake up! The sun is out!" >Naturally the only suitable punishment for waking up Dad that early would be a tickle attack. >Listening to her giggle just seems to add purpose to my life. >It's hard to explain, Journal. >After making her a quick breakfast, she said she wanted to see the animals out by the forest in the back. >Well, I knew it would come eventually. >I had to warn her about the Ever free forest, and the dangerous creatures within. >She smiled and listened to every word, and promised not to go there. >But she did have a question I didn't have an answer to. >"What if they are just misunderstood, Daddy?" >I'll confess that I dodged the question by reminding her to make her bed and wash her teeth. >It's scary how smart little ones can be sometimes. >Today will be a packed day, Journal. >We have to get some supplies for her before she goes to school to the young, new teacher Miss Cheerilee. >I also want to stop by the library for a few small reasons. >First, to get some more night time books for her. >Second, to see if there are any young fillies there that Fluttershy can make friends with. >Finally... And guiltily. To find some sort of idiots guide to parenting. >I can do this, Journal. >If you believe in me, at least that will make three. >You, me and the little filly. >Day Two - Afternoon: The Judging Eyes. >Maybe I shouldn't have done this, Journal. >Maybe I'm not ready to be a father. >Maybe I-- >If you were real, this would be the part where you cut me off and ask me what happened. >Ugh. I'll do my best to explain it. >The grocery store went great. >If anything, too well. >Fluttershy's... Well, shyness, really shined today as we were out and about. >If we were in a big crowd, she wanted to be on my shoulders so she wouldn't lose me. >As cute as it was, I'm a six foot human in a town of four foot ponies. >I'm a little hard to lose. >It doesn't matter though. >Once we began shopping, she didn't really say anything, just walked behind me and looked at items on the shelves. >Finally, it clicked in my head, and I asked if she wanted the item she was looking at. >Her reply was a slow nod. >After that, she wasn't as afraid to ask daddy if we could get something. >I was shocked at how many different things she wanted. >Oats, carrots, other vegetables. >Not even a single piece of junk food. >Sometimes this parenting stuff is easy. >However, what plagued me all day today, was the way the ponies looked at me. >"What is he doing with that little filly?" Their judging eyes seemed to say. >They don't know me. >I can be a good dad. >I think... >Journal, do you think - - > >Sorry, she woke up from her nap. >I'll tell you more later, Journal. >Day Two - Evening: Friends? >Alright, I'm back. >I guess the cat is out of the bag about us now, Journal. >She wanted to know why Daddy kept a diary. >Don't worry, I defended your honor. >But, I will keep you hidden. >I can't let my little girl see your contents. >At least, not till she's older. >Dad needs to be strong, confident, sure of himself and a solid rock. >Or at least appear to be. >Anyway, I've been thinking over it and I don't care what the other ponies think. >I feel like I'm finally doing something good in this world. >I also realized I forgot to talk about the library. >I was able to get the books I wanted and even found a few extra ones. >What -was- unsuccessful, was introducing Shy to some of the other Fillies there. >She would quietly introduce herself, but other times just squeak. >It was adorable, but I gotta work up this filly's confidence. >Life is too short to be so shy that you can't make friends. >What I did find is I think she might have a natural affinity for animals. >When I showed her some of the books I found, it was the animal ones that she was most interested in. >She loves to be outside, in fact she was playing with birds after we got home. >Normally birds aren't super friendly here... Even to Pegasus ponies that have wings like them. >Not that they are mean, but they are skittish. >The birds landed RIGHT on her wing. >I was shocked. >They like her, and she likes them. >It certainly gives me an idea, Journal. >Tomorrow while she's at school I'll have to see if I can execute the plan. >I've also been reading the parenting guide I borrowed... And so far... Nothing eye opening. >Progress is progress though. >I can do this. >As long as she's happy. >Day Three - Morning: Nightmares? >Morning, Journal. >It's funny, but I had the worst night's sleep. >I heard Shy moaning in her sleep last night, just as I laid down. >After a few minutes, I got worried and went to check on her. >Right as I got to her door, she stopped. >I'm guessing she must have had a bad dream or something >Yet, when I asked her how she slept this morning, she said she slept wonderfully and how much better her new bed is from the old one. >I'll have to keep an eye on her sleep habits, to see if the nightmares are persistent. >Otherwise, I asked her if she wanted me to walk her to school, but she said she knew the way. >Most fillies her age are beginning walk to school on their own, so I'm not going to force it on her. >Plus Ponyville is such a nice place. >It's not like you are worried something bad would happen. >What could possibly go wrong? >Anyway, I'm off to work myself. >The massage parlor isn't glamorous work, but at least I can put my hands to good use. >Plus, I've been able to keep my integrity in tact. >No 'happy endings' for any of the ponies. >See ya later tonight, Journal. >I'm going to spend all day wondering if Fluttershy will like the special lunch I packed her. >Hi Daddy's diawy. >My name is Fluttershy, but daddy calls me Shy for short. I like that name very much. >My favorite color is pink, just like my hair and there is a squirrel in the front yard I named Mr. Nibbles. >Today I went to school. >It was a little scary, because I was called on in class to answer a question and everypony looked at me. >I'm happy my answer was right. >The best part was at lunch when I read Daddy's note! >He's the best daddy in the whole world. >I know reading Daddy's diary would be bad, so I'm just gunna draw him a picture instead. It's a flower! >http://i.imgur.com/Cj3aQJM.jpg >I love you Daddy! I hope you won't be mad I found your diary. >Day Three - Evening: Darn it Shy! >I have no idea how she found you, Journal, but in the bookcase clearly wasn't a good enough hiding place. >At least it looks like no serious damage was done. >I'll change your home to my desk for security. >I have to admit though, every few lines, I flip back a page to look at the drawing she made me. >It warms my heart in ways I can't fully explain. >I'm writing your entry a little later tonight so I can wait to see if Shy is having another nightmare. >So far, so good. >I asked Shy's teacher what her performance has been like in school. >Cherilee mentioned that she's a good student, she just never talks in class. >At all for that matter. >In fact, she thought she was mute for the first few weeks. >She mentioned that she will volunteer her sometimes in class, to try and break her shy streak. >I about gave that teacher a hug. >Otherwise, it was an uneventful night. >I read Shy a story about a squirrel tonight. >She wanted him to be called Mr. Nibbles instead of Scurry, like the book said. >After what she wrote, I could Hardily say-- >... >There it is again. >... >Alright I'm back. >I tapped on her door and asked if she was having a bad dream. >She sounded sleepy when she said yes. >I asked if she wanted to sleep with Daddy, and she said she wanted to be a big girl. >I couldn't really fight that, so I left her be, letting her know that she just hard to call if she needed anything. >Everything seems to be quiet now though. >Another day of work tomorrow. >Honestly, this parenting thing is a little fun... Kinda. >I don't think I've ever did something this fulfilling in my entire life. >Night, Journal. >Day Four - Wake up little filly. >Another typical morning, but today I had to get miss lazy flank out of bed. >I can't believe how tired she was. >I wonder if I fell asleep before she did and she had another nightmare. >I'll have to stay up a little later to see what happens tonight. >I can't keep that habit up too much though, it might make my work performance suffer. >However, if I could look as adorable as she did waking up, maybe I could make it work to my advantage. >Her tiny yawn and stretch, combined with her bedhead in her tiny pink bed. >Man, I really picked the best little filly possible. >Plus I know she is in good hands at school too. >She just headed off a few minutes ago, an apple in her saddle bag so she wouldn't be late for school. >Speaking of late, if I don't run now, I'll be late for work! >See ya, Journal. >Day Four - Evening: Poor little thing. >Not much to say today journal. >Shy was so tired when she got home, she could barely keep her eyes open. >She fell asleep on my lap as I was reading the paper. >Naturally, I carried her into her room and tucked her in. >I also found that she likes to snack on carrots. >For some reason she hid it under her pillow. >I just had to smile and I put it back under her pillow. >I'll have to remember to keep more around the house. >Better carrots than junk food. >Other than that, nothing has been on my mind. >... >Damn it, Journal. >Why can't I lie to you? >I've been feeling off ever since work yesterday. >It must have been when I was taking care of the newly engaged Miss Cake. >She's nice, because she's one of the few that doesn't ask for 'extras'. >Anyway, she got talking about how excited she was to try and have children soon. >So I mentioned how I adopted Shy. >All there was... Was a cold silence. >Then she said two words. >"Poor thing." >I asked her what she meant, but she wouldn't elaborate. >.... >There isn't anything wrong with being a single father? >Is there journal? >Does Shy need a mother figure? >I suppose that's why I slept so terribly last night. >I can't stop asking myself that question. >I just keep looking at the picture she made me... Looking for some form of answer. >If you find it before me, Journal, be sure to tell me. >I need all the help I can get. >Day 5 - Morning : Slept on it >Morning, Journal. >I feel a lot better today. >I was so down in the dumps, maybe all I needed was a good night's sleep. >Fluttershy seems to be a lot more awake today too! >She seemed really excited about school today. >Apparently, it's an art's and crafts project, but she wanted to keep it secret. >As dumb as it sounds, I'm excited for her to bring it home. >Was my life really this boring before? >It didn't seem so. >Oh well. >Anyway, I told Shy do I might as well tell you too, Journal. >I gotta work a little late tonight. >Work has a new perspective client, and I'm the only one who can take care of her. >However, it has to be right when I normally get off. >I asked Fluttershy if she was okay being home alone for a bit, and she said she would just play with the squirrel in the front yard. >Works for me. >More later, Journal. >Fuck. >What have I done? >Day five in the evening. >It was her teacher, Journal. They assigned me Shy's teacher, Cheerilee. >When she walked into my workroom, I don't know who's face was redder, mine or hers. >We were able to have some small talk and get to know each other a bit better, but the topic of Shy was brought up a lot. >She became a teacher because of how much she loves kids. >I asked her why she hadn't found Somepony special, and she just got all quiet. >It was weird for her AND I asked a bad question. >I screwed it all up, Journal. >Ugh. >I gotta admit though, I did like our chat while it lasted. >She didn't ask for anything 'special' ... But we both smelled the aroma in the room. >It sure wasn't scented flowers. >I know what she was hoping for. >I hate to imagine what I'm facing when I get in tomorrow. >When I got home today, Shy was in her room, which was good. >I needed to seriously cool down. >When Shy came out, she looked like she had a great day. >I asked her about the arts and crafts project, and she said it wasn't done yet. >Other than that, we read the paper together. >She's been learning all sorts of words that way. >Maybe soon, I'll have her read the good night story. >Heh. >It never fails that she adds a little light to my day. >My little angel. >Well Journal, I better get some rest. >Hopefully the bosses won't skin me alive. >Day 6 - Morning : Remain Calm. >Everything is going to be fine Anon. >I'm keeping as positive as possible for Fluttershy. >.... >I'm worried. >I was looking at the wanted ads last night. >I just gotta breathe it through and take it like a man. >... >I just realized how she might treat Fluttershy differently now. >... >This is bad. >What am I going to do? >Shit. >Here goes nothing. >Day Six - Evening >Where do I even begin. >The minute I got into work, I was called into the bosses office. >I can't say I wasn't prepared for it... But I was nervous as hell. >First, she wanted to know everything that I did. >She didn't care about what I said to her... She cared about the techniques I did. >So I did my best to explain what I do with my fingers... And she tried to replicate them with her magic. >Close, but not perfect. >After that, she informed me that when Cheerilee was done, she went straight to the front desk. >I braced myself for the worst. >She booked me for two months. >I sat there, dumb founded. >Since I'd technically be doing over time now, she gave me vacation days and a raise. >I think my jaw literally dropped. >After that, everything was amazing. >I ran and picked up Fluttershy from school after I was done with wotk, who seemed surprised I was there. >I said "Tonight, we are going out for a change." >She seemed excited, and I caught a glimpse of Cheerilee as I left. >We both shared a smile and a wave. >She seems really nice, that Cheerilee. >... >Journal, I swear if you are thinking what you are thinking, you are crazy. >Anyway, Fluttershy and I went out to dinner and I have to say for a child, her manners are astonishing. >She seemed squirmy though, as if there were some itch she needed to scratch. >When we got home, which was a little late, she just wanted to go to her room and go to sleep. >No story or anything. >I thought it was weird, but I tucked her in and next thing you know, out like a light. >She's so cute when she sleeps. >As tempted as I was to watch, I thought I'd leave her be. >I decided I'd hit the sack early too. >What an amazing day. >Day Seven - Morning >It's officially been one week since I adopted Shy, Journal. >It feels like it was just yesterday, it's crazy how time flies. >I awoke from a terrible dream in the middle of the night. >I dreamt that Shy was older and going out with a stallion! >Heh. Thank goodness time doesn't fly that fast. >I looked in my parenting book on when is the right time to teach about... Well, Stallions. >It looks like I got five more good years. >I'm telling ya Journal, I'm going to enjoy every second of this innocent filly that I can. >Anyway, it's the weekend today! >Thank God. >I'm trying to knock out this entry early, before- >There she is, just peeking through my door. >She didn't want to disturb me. >So adorable. >I'll make an entry later this afternoon. >See ya, Journal. >Day Seven - Afternoon : A peaceful walk. >This morning was nice. >I made pancakes for Shy and I, and she was so excited. >She mentioned she only got Pancakes on her birthday back at the orphanage, and she would usually feed them to the birds. >So, naturally, we got a loaf of bread and went for a walk. >However, I think I know what this fillies cutie mark is supposed to be for now. >I noticed that as we were walking, Fluttershy not only was able to name the breed of every bird, but a name that she gave them. >Normally kids name things and then forget it a few days later. >But she called some of the birds, by name, and they landed on her wing. >Okay, fine. Cool. >Then she talked to them. >And they chirped back. >And she understood them. >... >Normally, I would probably freak out that my child has some form of super power, but I know ponies well enough by now to only freak out a little bit. >I can nudge what her talent might be, but she has to realize it on her own to get her mark. >This filly also asked me the craziest question today. >She asked me- >Oh, she's up from her nap. >I wrote downstairs so I wouldn't disturb her, and keep things quiet. >I can't believe how important naps are to this filly. >Time for the afternoon! >See ya journal. >Day Seven - Evening: Questions. >This little mare is way smarter than she let's on. >Or, at least, she has some way of asking questions that eats at my mind. >It all started when she asked why I didn't have a special somepony. >I... Didn't have an answer really. >So I told her I haven't found anyone special yet. >She thought about that for a while and didn't bring it back up until after lunch. >We were playing in the yard... When she said that she liked Cheerilee. >I said that it was good that she liked her teacher. >Then she asked if I liked her. >I could have simply answered yes, or teased her... But something in my chest swelled up... And I wasn't sure what to say. >I said I liked her, and that she seemed really nice. >Then, she said I should ask her to be my special Somepony. >I laughed and played it off... But the idea has been stuck in the back of my head. >I won't deny that Shy could use a mother figure in her life... But I don't need to be dating a mare in order to have that. >Ugh. >Plus it would make work -so- weird... >But... For a pony... She is kind of cute. >Gah. Shut up, Journal. >Think. >... >Well there is no way I can make a decision tonight... Even if I'm finding myself unable to think about anything else. >I might as well try to get some rest. >I can't sleep. >It feels like I've laid in bed for hours. >I can't get the thought of Cheerilee out of my head. >I barely even know the mare. >But I mean... After that appointment.... >What am I supposed to think? >She probably just likes my hands. >She hardily even knows me. >I keep running through all the scenarios in my head, and there isn't a way I can pull this off without it being weird to Shy. >Sigh. >You know... There is one other thing too, Journal. >I know you hate it when I keep you out of the loop, but my sleeping has been weird lately. >I'll wake up in the middle of the night and something just feels weird. >Ever since the adoption... I feel like something has been off. >Maybe I'm just not used to---// >I think I jumped 10 feet in the air when Shy tapped on my door. >She said she had a bad dream and wanted to sleep with Daddy. >Can't keep her waiting. >We'll continue this later. >Day Eight - Morning >Holding her in my arms last night gave me the answer I needed. >The selfless answer is that if I do try, and it works, then we will have to be responsible adults about it. >The selfish answer is ~- - - - - - - - - - - - ~ >Another lie. >Sorry, Journal. >The real selfish answer is that I'm tired of feeling alone. >Plus... I'm so stressed about Shy. >I don't want to mess this up. >She's so young, amazing, and impressionable. >I want her to do well and have a beautiful, bright future. >So, I'm going to go on a limb and ask Cheerilee on a date. >... >How the hell do I do that? >Ugh. >More things to think about. >Later, Journal. >Weird. I went to make the bed, and it looks like Shy might have wet the bed a little. >No problem... Except it's not really yellow. >Huh... >I better check her bed too. >I hope she isn't sick. >Day Eight - Afternoon >Holy. Shit. >Here sheets are weirdly discolored.... >According to the guide... Definitely bed wetting. >I gotta do this smart. >If I approach her about it, I don't want her to feel embarrassed... >I put them in the wash, since I've just been doing chores and stuff today anyway. >I'll just have to see how they come out after they air dry. >She's been biting her lip and looking at them as she plays with her animal friends in the yard. >She definitely knows. >How do I do this? >... >I have an idea. >I'm going to give it a shot. >... >If only getting an idea on how to ask out Cheerilee were this easy. >Day Eight - Evening. >There's nothing like a plan that works. >I think I also may have succeeded in being a cool dad. >So, I had Shy take down the sheets with me. >The stains seemed pretty much gone, but I asked her if she knew where they came from and she nodded. >I asked her if she was having a little trouble at night and she nodded guiltily. >I told her that there was nothing wrong with it and that everyone has trouble when they are little. >She seemed to be a little more relieved about it after I talked her through it. >I also made a compromise with her. >If she works really hard to not let it happen in bed, then I'll let her adopt her own pet. >Her choice. >You should have seen her face, Journal. >It was lit up like the morning sun. >I've never seen a little folly that happy before. >We made her bed together and I found her snack again. >It looked like it was hardily touched and it started to smell a little weird. >I told her she didn't have to hide a snack if she wanted one and threw it away. >Seriously. >That thing reeked. >I didn't know carrots could turn that bad. >Anyway, after that, things were good the rest of the night. >Shy helped me make dinner, which was nice. >I cut up the lettuce and she tossed the salad around in the big bowl. >We read the paper again. >I can already tell her reading is getting better. >I wonder if there is something else I can improve with her... >I read the bunny story to her again tonight and that's when she said that bunnies are her favorite animal. >I simply smiled and asked 'What about butterflies?' >She thought about it and was stumped. >She couldn't decide! >It was so cute. >... >Tomorrow I will see Cheerilee after I pick up Shy. >I don't know what to do... >Day 9 - Morning >Alright. >Today I'll do it. >Today, I'll ask Cheerilee out on a date. >Coffee. >Nothing serious. >Deep breaths Anon. >It's only the first pony you ever asked out. >Focus on other things. >It seems like Fluttershy didn't wet the bed last night. >She even showed me because she was so proud. >She must really want that pet. >Shy will probably want a bunny, guessing by our conversation last night. >I wonder if I should take Cheerilee a flower... >Damn it. >Maybe a day of hard work will get my mind off things. >Keep your fingers crossed, Journal. >Or... Wait. >Your pages. >Wait. >That will make crease marks. >Nevermind, just wish me luck. >Day 9 - Evening >I couldn't bring myself to say it. >I thought through what I was going to say all day at work. >Then, I get off, run to school to pick up Shy. >Make direct eye contact with her. >Then, boom. >My mind goes blank and I just manage to vomit out a "Hey!" >Her emerald eyes just grabbed ahold of me in a way I couldn't break free of. >Dammit Journal, What's my problem? >Ugh. I'll have to try again tomorrow. >Why is this all so hard? >Shy has been acting a little squirmy today... >I hope she isn't feeling awkward about this situation. >Ugh. >I'm too tired for this tonight. >Taking two headache pills and hitting the sack. >Night, Journal. ----- >Day 10 - Morning >I had a bad dream and overslept this morning. >Running late for work. >After that dream, I've never been more determined. >I'm asking Cheerilee on that date. >Even if I make a fool out of myself doing it. >I'll tell you everything tonight, Journal. >Day 11 - Morning >I feel like I haven't slept that well in days, Journal.  >Fluttershy seems like she stopped teasing me about Cheerilee.  >Which is good, or else Dad would have to get out his patented tickle attack.  >It's at times like this that I really just feel, serene.  >My date... Erm. Evening I guess.  >Wait a second.  >Should I get her a babysitter?  >...  >She should be old enough to take care of herself.  >I think.  >Crap, I better ask around at work. >Day 11: Evening >Alright, so I asked around at work. >It seems like Fluttershy is old enough to be left on her own for a few hours. >Heck, the town is so trusting, they let most of the fillies run around on their own most of the time. >I have zero concerns about leaving Fluttershy alone. >She's so well behaved! >Clearly a result of my good parenting. >... >Let me live in denial, Journal. >It feels great. >OH! Fluttershy brought home her arts and crafts project from school. >She made me a macaroni necklace. >She painted it yellow with pink stripes down it. >There are also little flowers on every other noodle. >I'll quote her: "I wanted you to have something pretty to wear all the time so you look pretty for Cheerilee." >If I didn't know better, I'd say this filly is trying to play matchmaker here. >Little squirt. >I wore it for her all night. >Now I got it sitting here on my desk. >She wants me to wear it on my date. >Heh. >I'm sure Cheerilee will understand if I wear it out the door for her. >She said she has a new arts and crafts project coming up soon, this time they are doing painting. >I'm pretty excited to see the new picture. >I think I stress myself out too much, Journal. >I'm gunna get some rest. >Just a few more days. >P. S. SHIT WHERE AM I TAKING HER FOR DINNER. >Day 12 - Morning >Just a few more days. >I shouldn't be this nervous. >I can't afford to be this nervous. >But I am. >I feel like I have butterflies that are eating out my stomach from the insides. >The best thing I can do right now is internalize it and don't let it rub off to Fluttershy. >She seems to be more focused on getting her bunny this weekend. >The way she bounds down the steps every morning and goes "It's dry, Daddy!" never fails to bring a smile to my lips. >I'm so proud of her. >I've been digging through my book more and more to find anything about differences between raising children as a single parent versus a couple. >So far I've found absolutely nothing. >Which, I have to admit, is really disappointing. >At the end of the day, I have to take this book back this weekend anyway. >I might as well see if there is anything else I can find while I'm there. >See you tonight, Journal. >Day 12 - Evening >Another quiet day at work giving massages to customers. >My hands are really sore today. >I swear, I dunno what some of these ponies do, but they really get locked up sometimes. >Especially the earth ponies. >After a few of them in a row today, I had to take a break and let them rest for a little bit. >While I was in the break room, I overheard a weird conversation. >I heard my boss in the other room talking privately with one of my coworkers. >I know I probably shouldn't have listened in... but curiosity got the better of me. >As I approached, I listened carefully. >My coworker was getting a scolding. >At first, I didn't really understand what they were talking about. >Something about "How you spend your time outside of work is your business." >Blah, blah, blah. >I was about to walk away, since I shouldn't have been listening anyway, until something caught my ear. >"You have to break it off with him. We can't let you date a customer," My boss commanded. >Instantly my throat seized up and I got out of there. >What am I going to do, Journal? >If work finds out that I'm going to go on a date with Cheerilee... >Ugh. This isn't going to be easy. >I'll figure something out. >I always do. >I just need to think carefully about my decisions. >Anyway, on a brighter note, I think I've finally got everything I need out of this book. >Tomorrow I'm going to turn it back in to the library and see if I can find something more specific to my situation. >I know I'll think of something. >Fluttershy seemed extremely tired today when she got home from school. >She even got home a little late. >I asked her if everything was okay and she said she was just sleepy. >She even went to bed without supper. >I hope that filly is okay... >I need that new book. >I'm worried I'm messing up somewhere. >Everything has been going great so far, so I've thought. >Good meals. >Strict bedtime. >Healthy snacks. >Playing outside. >Bedtime stories. >Positive reinforcement. >I should be -nailing- this! >... >But I still have this gut feeling I'm doing something wrong. >Well, no sense brooding over it. >I better get some rest. >Night, Journal. >Day 13 - Morning >No appointments this morning! Hooray! >I'm going to take the time to get some cleaning and errands done. >I had to wake lazyflank up this morning. >She seemed... almost delirious. >Is she not getting enough sleep? >She slept so long last night... >I asked her if she was feeling sick and she said no. >I trust that if she were sick, that she would have told me. >It's official. >Time to find that other book. >If there is one. >See ya, Journal. >Day 13 - Evening >I'm a bundle of stress right now, Journal. >It's probably pathetic. >Sincerely, it's probably is. >Thank god you can't judge me. >Or, at least I don't think a book can judge me. >This -is- ponyland anyway. >None of that is the point. >Tomorrow night is the date with Cheerilee. >I've got everything all planned out. >Appointment. Dinner. Walk. >Simple. >Yet, now I'm worried about if my boss finds out. >After what I overheard the other day... >I just don't want to put my job at stake. >It was hard enough finding a job here in town that the Ponies would give me. >It's not like I have a special talent like all the others. >I'm just a human. >Jack of all trades and master of none. >... >I just have to have faith that it will all turn out okay. >I've hardily had any time to think about that though. >Fluttershy collapsed on her way inside today. >She said it was because of how tired she was. >I instantly picked her up and tucked her in bed. >I'm so concerned, Journal. >Should I cancel tomorrow? >If she's sick, then I won't be able to stop thinking about her. >I don't know if I can find a sitter on such short notice either. >What am I supposed to do? >I'm going to talk to the next door neighbor tomorrow and see if she would mind checking in on her now and then. >Hopefully she won't mind. >The only real positive thing was that I was able to head to the bookstore today and pick up a new book. >It turns out they -do- have a book on filly adoption. >Yet, I haven't even had the chance to crack it open yet. >I'm just so bundled up in this decision. >... >If I don't get some rest, I'll be miserable tomorrow no matter what happens. >Good Night, Journal. >Wish me luck. >Day 14 - Morning >Fluttershy is staying home sick from school today. >My neighbor said she would check in on her occasionally. >I owe her so much. >I gotta get to work and try to stay calm about tonight. >I'll tell you everything when I get back, Journal. >I promise. >The following is a police report, made on [Day 15] at 1:03 AM. >Anonymous, the human who lives in town, ran into the station in distress at 11:18 PM on [Day 14] reporting a missing filly by the name of Fluttershy. >Reportedly, he had been out on a date earlier in the evening with a Miss Cheerilee, who works as a teacher at the local schoolhouse. >The search began through town att 11:30 PM, but no reports have been made to have seen the missing filly. >Anonymous informed us that his neighbor, a Miss Rosemary, informed him that she would check on his sick child throughout the day while he went to work. >Miss Rosemary reported that she checked consistently on the top of the hou until 7PM when she accidentally fell asleep reading a book. >When she awoke around 10:30 PM, she ran into the home of Anonymous and the filly was missing from her bed. >There are no signs of forced entry and the front door was not locked throughout the day. >Evidence shows no sign of a kidnapping. >We informed Anonymous to return to his home until further evidence arises. >As of this moment, we believe the filly may have entered the Everfree Forest, due to Anonymous informing us that she had a facination for the inside of the forest, in part of her love for animals. >We are readying an armed search party to search the forest for signs of the filly. >More information will be delivered to Anonymous on a need to know basis. >Day 15, I think - Really Early. >I don't know who to talk to, Journal. >The police won't tell me anything. >Cheerilee left about an ho- -r ago. >I can't sleep. >She's gone and I have no idea where she went. >When I got home she was just... gone, and my neighbor was in a panic, screaming she was sorry. >I just want to know where she is right now... >Maybe the Eve- -ee Forest. >... >I'm shaking, Journal. >I'm getting tears all over your pa- -es. >I don't k- -ow what to do. >I just wish there was something I can do to help. >What if some- -ne took her, Journal? >What if she's out in the woods, alone, with nobody to protect her? >Yelling out in vain for me, as she's tired, hun- -ry and cold. >I can't bear the the thought of it. >I can't concentrate. >I can barely form co- -ant sentances to tell you waht's going on. >... >I have to do something. >The following is a police report, made on [Day 15] at 6:27 AM. >As our squad prepared to enter the Everfree Forest in search of the missing filly, Fluttershy, they stopped as a creature exited the forest with the missing filly. >They prepared their magic to attack the creature, but on closer inspection it was the human, Anonymous. >He was covered in scratches and bruises, but no life threatening injuries. >The filly reportedly went into the forest to play with her animal friends, which she had been doing every night for nearly a week and fell asleep. >As of 6:10 AM, the case of the missing filly is closed. >Day 15 - Evening. >I'm very disappointed. >In fact, that phrase doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of how I feel right now. >When we got home, I sat her down on the couch and scolded her. >I had to. >She had no idea how worried sick I was. >I'll tell you what happened, Journal. >I entered the Everfree forest with my fists balled and adrenaline coursing through my veins. >The thick foliage made it near black, but once my eyes adjusted, I could see a little bit. >Finally, after what felt like hours, I found a small clearing where dozens of animals were sleeping. >Then, there she was, curled up in a little ball. >Beside a goddamn bear. >I thought she was hurt. >Or worse. >I sprinted to her, trying to repress screams of anger. >Kneeling down beside her, I picked her up in my arms and she gently woke up. >"Daddy?" She said in a daze. >I instantly broke into tears and held her close to my chest. >I thought I might have lost her for forver. >That's when I whispered that we were going to go home. >I turned around and began to walk out of the forest. >What I didn't expect was to be attacked by the fucking -bear-. >The bear, or Beary, as Fluttershy called him when she told him not to hurt me, was worried I was kidnapping her from him. >I suppose there is something ironic in there, but I was too busy -being attacked by a bear- to notice. >Once she said goodbye to all of her little animal friends, we made our way out of the woods. >I was furious. >Relieved, but furious. >We saw the police on the way out of the forest. >After informing them of what happened, I took her home. >Which brings us back to here. >I had to scold her, even when her little face turned to the ground and tears welled in her eyes. >I can't let her run off like that. >No more nightly play time. >She can play with her animal friends, but only during the day and in the back yard. >We are lucky that Miss Rosemary still lives quite a bit away from the cottage or else she might faint that I'm letting my daughter play with a -goddamn bear-. >I mean seriously. >-A Bear.- >How did that even -happen.- >She tried to explain it, but she was halfway inbetween sobbing and choking out apologies. >I did my best to stay resolute and be strong, but that's when she said it. >"You aren't going to take me back," She sniffed. "Are you, Daddy?" >Thats when I lost it. >I just about cried on the spot. >I sat down on the couch and held her in my arms. >"I would never take you back, Shy," I reassured my little filly. "I'm setting rules because I care about you, and I don't want to worry about losing you." >"I love you, Daddy," She choked out. >"I love you too, Fluttershy," I said in a calm tone, stroking her mane. >I'm so tired, we are both going to bed early tonight. >She wants to sleep in my bed tonight. >Honestly, I kind of want her too as well. >I better not keep her waiting. >I'll tell you about my failure of a date tomorrow morning. >Night, Journal.