>Rainbow Dash slides up next to you and Flutters
>Oh
>Rainbow Dash was singing too
>You got her confused with a bluebird
>To be fair she did use birdbaths a lot. And she was an asshole, so two points for bird over pony
>"It's always cool how you can get animals to sing with you! You gotta teach me that one day!"
>Oh sure, just teach an entire special talent in one day. That'll work. Good thinking
>'You're very grumpy today.' Fluttershy chided in the back of his head 'Grumpykins!'
>Oh god
>She's turning the tables. The lazy susan of fate has turned.
>She's feeding on your grumpocity. Like a vampire
>Wait a fucking second.
>You peer deeply into the deepest abyss of her mind
>'U-uh, Anon? What are you looking for?'
'You're still a vampire, I FUCKING KNEW IT.'
>You don't find any signs of vampirism
>'I'm not a vampire...' She says as a wave of embarassment passes over
'Wow. They really just dropped that?'
>'I don't know who you mean by they...'
>Ah well. At least you got her to stop nagging you. You turn your attention to the outside world
>Rainbow has been talking to you this entire time. At least you didn't miss anything
>Fluttershy nodded. "I know what you mean. Sometimes I miss Cloudsdale too, but I like it here."
>Shit, she is a good listener.
>You must break her.
 
 
>You let grump consume you.
>You were born griping.
>Molded by it.
>You didn't see ponies until you were already a man.
>And it was nothing to you but diabetes.
>This house smells bad.
>Your hooves hurt.
>You're hungry after seeing all the salad and cupcakes
>You hate salads
>You play "crawling in my skin" in the background throughout the entire ordeal
>Fluttershy eventually bites her cheek, getting your attention
>Oh she doesn't want to be distracted from her friends and be rude. Adorable
>Your cheek hurts. This sucks.
>"E-excuse me rainbow, Anon is talking to me." Fluttershy says apologetically
>
>empty your mind
>become one with the rainbow
>
>'Why are you doing this?' Fluttershy asks, desperate for an answer
'I'm the reason we can't have nice things. It's my ambition.'
>"What does that even mean?" She says out loud, attracting the attention of a ferret
'I'm BORED! I don't know anyone here except Rainbow and you!'
>'Well, after the party we can try and find something for you to do.'
>Fine, MOM.
'Fine.'
>'You're not stopping.'
'I can't get this fucking song out of my head now.'
 
 
 
>Eventually the party ends, and Angel runs off with his friends. He has friends? Huh.
>I guess everyone does. Except you. Your mom always said you were special
>Rainbow and you step outside, and she takes to the air.
>"Sorry 'Shy, but I do kinda have a job. I think you'll be safe, though! If you ever need me, shout!"
>You smile and wave
"See ya, Dash!"
>"B-bye, Rainbow Dash!" Fluttershy follows after. Rainbow smiles and blasts off
>What a nice young boy.
>"I'm proud you were able to say goodbye like a normal pony, Anon."
>She's good. Too good.
"Yeah fuck you too."
>You remember when you said you had to be subtle with your insults. Shit.
>You also remember when you said you weren't going to be an asshole to Fluttershy. Dubs shit
>She quickly glances around, seeing no one. 'A-ahem, maybe we both got carried away.'
'Yeah, I'll conceed to that. So Flaps, whot we gonna do?'
>'I don't know, what do you want to do?'
>You didn't expect her to actually say that. You should have.
'I'm hungry. Which means you're hungry. Which means I need to shove food in your face.'
>Fluttershy appears puzzled, and begins walking to town.
'What I'm saying is I'm going to be stealing food from your mouth.'
>'I don't think it's stealing when we both benefit from it.'
>That's some shady reasoning. You could get away with a lot like that
>You decide to walk there yourself. You immedietly trip on your own hoof and fall over.
>You probably should have told Fluttershy you were going to take over
"God damnit, the one time you don't read my mind."
>"W-well you should have told me!" She retorts shakily, standing up
>It's time to walk. You can do this. You got this.
 
 
 
>You don't got this.
>But, like a monkey with a typewriter, eventually you make it to town
>'C-could you please stop walking when other ponies can see?'
>Alright, it's time to fly
>"N-no!" She stops, and her wings cling to her sides
'Fine, fine. Let's go get chinese.'
>She relaxes and starts moving. 'What's that?'
'Shoot. Alright, let's get mexi--Fuck.'
>You sigh.
'Let's just get a hamburger.'
>She stops. 'H-ham?'
>You hate your life.
'Let's get a fucking salad.'
>It doesn't take long before you stop at a cafe
>Playing QWOP real-life edition made you hungrier than you felt comfortable
'I want the biggest salad.'
>'I don't know which one that i--'
>A waiter walks up to you and opens his mouth
"Hey lacky, I want the biggest salad you have with a side of fries and cola."
>You clap your hooves together twice, as if to say "chop chop"
>He seems disheveled, but closes his mouth, nods, and walks to the next table
>Fluttershy is mortified. A run on sentence of jumbled up apologetic words enters your head
'Told you I got this.'
>'You're not the one they'll think was mean to them!'
'Hey I just realized, to they have cola here?'
>'What--No, don't get sidetracked! Please, you have to act more responsibly!
>You have a responsibility to your stomach, woman.
>Either way, you nod.
'Sure thing.'
 
 
>Soon, it arrives with a glass of soda
>A plate nearly as large as your head, full of various fruits and vegitables.
>And a side of fries, of course!
>"T-thank you!" Fluttershy adds, and the waiter graciously nods, as if he forgot the conversation
'Seee, you just gotta relax. He's fine.'
>You pick up a fork and stick it in to the salad, raising it to your mouth
>You pause with your mouth open, staring blankly at the plant matter in front of your head
>'I-is everything okay?'
'Fluttershy don't look now, but I'm fucking magic.'
>'What?'
>You're holding the fork.
>No, you don't know how.
>You shovel the food in your mouth before it can Wile E Coyote out of your grasp
>But it stays there, as if magnetically attatched to the bottom of your hoof
>You experimentally try relaxing, and it falls to the table.
>'I-...is this not how you do it?' Fluttershy questions. You have no answer
>You don't even have questions anymore
>Because salad is fucking delicious holy shit.
>You probably should have tried it before you decided you hated it, but that's the past now
>You quickly fill your face, barely bothering to chew
>Fluttershy tries desperately to break your hold over her, but the power of hunger prevails
>Eventually, gaining more than a few onlookers, you've finished the salad
>The fries are already in your mouth. You didn't remember picking them up.
>You look to the sides for just a moment, confirming that an angel did not assist in fry eating
>All clear. Eating fries is a go
>You roll them around in your mouth, getting a better sense of the taste
>Damn, that's salty. Mm.
>While distracted, Fluttershy regains control of her arms and plasters them down, blushing
'Aww come on, I'm not done yet!'
 
 
 
>'You're making a scene!' She shivers, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else in the cafe
>You can sense she feels a great deal of shame, and you swallow the fry
'Relax, Flutters. It's not a bad thing to eat.'
>She screws her eyes shut. 'You don't understand! This isn't how I act!'
>The shame starts to flow over to your half of the thought-room, and you fold your ears
'H-hey, calm down. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarass you.'
>She's silent, and finally opens her eyes, still casting them to the ground next to her
>You feel like a bit of an asshole
>And for some reason that upsets you
'Look, I know I've been a bit of a burden. It's just been a long time since I've had a body.'
'...Let alone someone to talk to.'
>You're not sure if you meant to say that last bit
>She puts one arm over the other and rubs it, as if to sooth herself. Or you.
>'I understand, Anon. I can't imagine what it must be like to be in your position.'
>She casts a look around, and the 'audience' has gone back to not paying attention
>You hug the arm closer
>You feel like a weird homeless person
'...I'm still kinda hungry.'
>Fluttershy smiles. 'Go for it. Just don't go overboard!'
>You place another fry in your mouth. It's good to be alive.
>'They are pretty tasty.' Fluttershy agrees. 'I don't eat them often though, to keep my figure'
>Pfff, you expected Rarity to say that. Then again, they do spend a lot of time together
>You cast a gaze down to your body, a sufficient enough amount of poofy chest fur covering it
>Fluttershy immedietly snaps your head up and goes quiet again.
>If you wanted to, you could probably read her mind.
>...Nahh, girl's gotta have some secrets.
 
 
 
>Eventually, you wash it all down with the drink, and pay.
'So, Flaps. What we gonna do?'
>She tilts her head. 'Well, I did plan to go to the spa with Rarity. Before the uh...problem.'
>You subtly enjoyed being referred to as a problem
>You then comprehend the words "go to" and "spa"
>The world's biggest nope starts to escape from your mouth, and then is quickly pushed back in
>'Pleeease, Anon? I promised! I wouldn't want to disappoint Rarity!'
>Getting covered in mud isn't promising, and you've already had plants all over your face. Nah mate.
>'There's also the bath and the sauna!'
>Sweating is the worst. A bath sounds nice though. And she did kind of let you go insane over food
'Fine, but don't drag out the sauna bit.'
>She gives a giddy prance in place, and you suddenly feel a deep need for medical attention
>You're sure you got diabetes. There's no other possible outcome.
>Fluttershy heads to the boutique while you keep the pink rainbows from bursting out your orafices
>As you arrive, the door is already open and Sweetie Belle runs out
>"Hi Fluttershy!"
"You're a singer."
>You barely keep yourself from adding "You stupid bitch" on the end, and keep walking
>"H-have a nice day!" Fluttershy calls back. Sweetie Belle shrugged and kept on her way
>Once you enter the front room, Rarity calls from the back. "Oh, hold on just a moment!"
>She appears from a doorway and smiles. "Fluttershy, darling! I'm glad to see you're doing okay!"
>Fluttershy nods. "I've been worse."
>Ow.
>The table is currently flipping in the air, unsure of which way to turn