>Well this is a pleasant surprise.
>An unexpected visit from you future in laws.
>Fluttershy's parents no less.
"Oh really?"
>You extend your hand out to them.
"Very nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs.-"
>The father slapped your hand away.
>"Don't touch me, beast!"
 
>Ah, the ignorant confront you once more.
>Your not offended in the least.
>You've been facing this kind of treatment since you arrived in Equestria, so you're pretty used to it.
 
>Fluttershy flinched at her father striking you.
>You're surprised she doesn't confront him for it like she did to others before.
>But one must respect their parents you suppose.
--
>You don't yell, but turn into a smart ass instead.
"Well that was a little uncalled for. Don't you think?"
>Fluttershy's mother's face went from shocked at her husband striking you, back to her little smile.
>Beast or not, at least her daughter found somepony with some manners.
>Fluttershy's father was not amused.
>"I'll treat you anyways I want! How dare you think you can marry my daughter!"
 
"Would you like to come inside?"
>"Yes, please." spoke the mother.
>The father continued his ranting.
>"How she could even fall for a creature like you is unimaginable!"
>You step to the side to allow Fluttershy's mother to pass by.
>The father kept ranting.
>Blah, blah, blah...
>Something about a lizard?
 
>You turn to walk inside to leave the father to his raging.
"You're welcome to come inside if you'd like," you say, speaking over your shoulder.
>The father must have realized you didn't hear a word he said as he shut up and followed the three of you.
>You offered the couch to Fluttershy's parents.
>As they sat down, you walked over to the relciner in the corner.
>You never used it, because there was no reason to.
>Why sit alone when you can sit with your special somepony?
>You take a seat on the recliner and Fluttershy crawls onto your lap and snuggles down.
>Her mother gave a soft d'aww while her father grunted in annoyance.
--
"May I offer you a drink?"
>"I'll take a glass of water please," answers the mother.
>"Whiskey," answers the father.
>They have whiskey here?!
"I'm sorry, but we don't have any whiskey."
>"Then I will have nothing."
"Very well."
>You give Fluttershy a small nudge.
"Excuse me Fluttershy."
>She hops down so you can stand, then climbs back into the chair.
 
>You go into the kitchen and fill a glass of water to bring to Fluttershy's mother.
>As you turn around, Fluttershy's father is standing defiantly before you.
>You didn't even notice he had followed you.
"Hey, how's it goin'?" you nonchalantly say.
>"You!"
"Eeyup."
>You go to walk past him, but he side steps to block you.
 
"May I get by, please?"
>"No."
>You shrug your shoulders.
"Alright."
>You step over him instead and go back into the living room.
>He follows close behind.
>You hand the glass of water to Fluttershy's mother and return to your seat.
>Fluttershy's father takes his place next to his wife once more.
--
>You sat in silence for several minutes.
>Fluttershy's mother sipping on her glass of water and her father staring daggers at you.
"So," you break the silence. "What brings you two to our home today?"
>You are trying to be as civil and polite as possible.
>But the way her father has been acting, you don't know if you can keep the charade up for long.
 
>"Oh, we just heard-"
>Fluttershy's mother was cut off by her father.
>"What kind of sick joke is this?"
>He's pissed.
 
>You aren't going to fall into anger so easily.
>You keep up your fool act.
"I beg your pardon?"
>"How do you possibly expect us to approve us this unholy union?"
>"I think it's sweet." the mother spoke quietly.
>The father turned to stare at his wife.
 
"I honestly had no idea you were even alive."
>"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Fluttershy said that her parents were 'not around anymore'. I assumed you were dead."
>"Well don't you just look like an idiot right now?"
"Yeah, it appears so."
>Nice try dude.
--
>You thought about what Fluttershy had said.
>She never did straight tell you that they were dead.
>Just that they weren't around.
>That clever little pony, using wordplay to hide her parents from you.
>And you can see why.
>The father is a real prick, trying to force himself into your lives like this.
>The mother doesn't seem to care.
>Not just because she called your relationship 'sweet', but because she's just staring around the house.
>She's obviously more interested in the decor of an alien's home than the argument going on in front of her.
 
"So I never did catch your names."
>"Fluttershy's mother snaps her attention back to you.
>"My name is-"
>Her husband cuts her off again.
>"That's none of your business, monkey!"
>Not the first time you've heard that.
 
"Actually, it kind of is. I would prefer to know the names of my future in-laws, unless you would rather have me call you Mom and Dad?"
>Fluttershy and her mother begin to giggle.
>You can see where Fluttershy gets her hair and personality from.
>She must just get her color and her rare bouts of rage from her father.
--
>Fluttershy's father becomes furious at you comment.
>"I will not! You will never be an in-law of mine! I will NOT allow this wedding to come to pass!"
"Why?"
>"Because it's sick!"
"Why?"
>"Because your an alien and she's a pony!"
"Why?"
 
>That last 'why' made no sense, but it didn't stop her father from becoming ever more pissed off.
>You are enjoying yourself for now.
>This guy is being a prick to you and your fiance, not to mention his own, in your home.
>You will not sit idly by at this disrespect.
>You will try to win them over later, but for now, you are having your fun with him.
 
>Fluttershy's father was growing red in the face.
>Almost as red as his mane.
>Except on his yellow fur, it looked kind of orange.
>You laughed at this little development.
>"What the Tartarus are YOU laughing at?"
"Chocolate milk."
 
>You make a very stupid face, trying not to laugh.
>He must think you're mocking him.
>You are, but that's just a funny side effect.
--
>He looks like he's about to explode.
"Would you two care for some lunch? We were just about to sit down before you arrived."
>"That would be lo-"
>"NO! We're leaving! Come on, Morning Dew, let's ge-"
>He just realized he just let his wife's name slip.
 
"Ah, well then. Morning Dew is it?"
>You nudge Fluttershy to get off you once more.
>You walk over to Morning Dew and extend your hand.
"It's very nice to meet you miss-"
>Fluttershy's father slaps your hand away again.
 
>"Stay back, beast!"
>He hops off the couch and pulls his wife down with him.
>Morning Dew is smiling back at you as they walk to the door.
>The father pushes her outside, never breaking eye contact with you.
>He slowly backs out the door as you walk over to shut it.
>Real intimidating, bro.
--
>As you close the door, you bust out into some very loud laughter.
>You are sure he can hear you through the door, but what's he gonna do?
>Kick your door down?
>Even if he does come back to attack you, you can stomp his little pegasus ass no problem.
>But you are after hearts and minds.
>And beating a pony senseless would not only harm your relationship with Fluttershy's parents, but the rest of Ponyville as well.
 
>Fluttershy was confused by the whole thing.
>She was afraid of her father, and confused at your behavior.
>She had no idea what just happened, but somehow she feels relief that it's over.
 
>You finally recover from your laugh and wipe a tear from your eyes.
"Heheh... that was interesting. Back to lunch then?"
>Fluttershy giggles and flies into the kitchen.
>You follow her to help her finish preparing lunch.
 
>As you lie in bed that night, Fluttershy poses a question.
>"Do you hate me?"
>Where in the hell did THAT come from?
"What? What ever made you think of something like that?"
>"My father was so mean today. I was afraid you would hate me for him being my father."
"That doesn't make any sense. Why would I hate you for the actions of your father?"
>She shrugged.
>Apparently she doesn't even know why.
>She's insane if she truly believes it.
>You snuggle close and fall asleep in each other's embrace.
--
>The next morning is the same as usual.
>You do your morning workouts and proceed to shower and shave.
>There's a pounding on the front door as you exit the bathroom.
>You stop Fluttershy before she can answer it.
>You said you would get it.
 
>The pounding gets louder as you casually walk over and open the door.
>"I know what you're after, and I won't let you have it!"
>It was Fluttershy's father.
>Big surprise.
"Oh? And what would that be?"
>"You're after my daughter's innocence, and I will not allow it!"
>You facepalm.
"Okay, one, that is not true. And two, too late for that, buddy."
>You close the door on his shocked face and go to breakfast.
 
>"Who was at the door?" asked Fluttershy.
"Derpy."
>"Oh okay. That explains the loud knocking."
>You laugh and eat your breakfast.
>Fluttershy had been giving you more and more meat during your meals.
>She knows you need protein to help build muscle.
>At least she cares about you trying to better yourself.
 
>After you wash the dishes, you kiss Fluttershy goodbye and go off to find some work for today.
>You think about Fluttershy's father's visit this morning.
>If this becomes a daily thing, that's going to get old real fast.
--
>You travel over to Sweet Apple Acres before heading into Ponyville.
>You have been keeping your promise to the Crusaders about walking them to school once a week.
>Just because you have problems at home, doesn't mean you're gonne start skimping out of your other duties.
>And besides, the Crusaders can always brighten your day with their little smiles and big, adorable eyes.
 
>You walk through the front gate to the farm and greet Big Mac with a friendly wave.
>He nods back and goes about his work.
>You walk up and knock on the front door to the house.
>Granny Smith answers the door.
>"Why hello there, sonny! Y'all here to take Applebloom to school?"
"Yes I am, ma'am. Is she ready?"
>"She will be down in a jiffy. Why don't you come inside and let Granny fix you a nice breakfast?"
>You wave your hands in front of you.
"No thank you, ma'am. I already ate."
 
>She refuses to accept defeat.
>"Now now, sonny. That don't mean y'all can't take a snack on the road with ya."
"Fair enough. What would you have ma'am?"
>She invites you inside to the kitchen.
>"Now sonny, I told ya'll to just call me Granny."
"I', sorry ma'am, but I like to respect my elders. It's nothing personal."
>She seems a bit irritated, but nods acceptantly.
>"Very well then. What would you like? We got apple pies, apple fritters, apple tarts, anything your young mind can imagine."
"I'll take an apple turnover, if you wouldn't mind."
>"Of course not! I'll get it right to ya in a jiffy."
--
>She started to prepare your order like a professional.
>All those years she has on you gives her ample experience in her baking.
>Applebloom ran down the stairs soon after.
>She walked into the kitchen, spotting you sitting at the table.
>You are focusing all your attentino on the show going on in front of you.
>She sneaks up behind you and jumps high onto your back.
>The surprise causes you to jump and slam your knee into the bottom of the already low table.
 
"Ahh!... ha haha... ha..."
>You try to hide your yelp of pain with a playful laugh.
>It works for Applebloom, but Granny Smith gives you a confused look.
>She shakes her head and goes back to your pastry, smiling.
 
>"Hi thar' Anonymous!"
"Anon."
>"Right, sorry. Ya ready ta git ta school?"
"As soon as Granny Smith is-"
>"Finished!"
>Granny smith drops a paper bag on the table in front of you.
>The aroma radiating from the top of the bag is mouth-wateringly delicious.
 
>"Y'all youngins better get a move on. You don't need to be late for school again, Applebloom."
>"Right!"
>Applebloom runs over and gives Granny Smith a goodbye hug.
>She gives her a kiss on the forehead, thoroughly embarassing Applebloom.
>"Granny!"
>She wipes her forehead off.
>You and Granny Smith share a laugh at Applebloom's expense.
--
>"Lets get out of here Anon. Fast!"
>Applebloom races outside and you walk after her, Granny Smith at your heels.
>When you get out the door you turn and kneel to meet Granny Smith.
"Thank you very much for the treats."
>She gives you a quick hug.
>"No problem at all, sonny. If ya ever need somethin', don't be afraid to ask old Granny Smith."
>You nod.
"You got it. Thank you, ma'am."
 
>You turn and walk to the front gate where Applebloom was waiting impatiently.
>"Come on Anon! We gotta get ta town fast er we'll be late fer school!"
"Aww... But I already ran today..."
>Your pouting will get you nowhere as Applebloom has already taken off.
>Being only a filly, you catch up to her no problem.
>Not to mention the huge difference in the length of your legs.
 
>As you catch up to her, she looks up at you and laughs playfully.
>She takes off even faster, and you keep pace.
>This filly wants a race?
>No problem.
>Rather than leave her behind, you just keep pace with her as she speeds up and slows down.
>But she never slows comepletely.
>The stamina in these fillies is limitless.
 
>You are getting very tired as you reach Ponyville proper.
>Applebloom continues on to the Carousel Boutique as you walk to catch your breath.
>"See ya later, slowpoke!"
>One day Applebloom... One day...
--
>When you finally reach the boutique, all 3 of the Crusaders were waiting outside for you.
>You shamble over to them, moaning softly.
>"Anon!"
>They run over to you.
>Before they get to you, you collapse face first into the dirt.
>"Anon! What's wrong?"
 
>They crowd around your head, staring at you with worried faces.
>As quick as a flash, you threw your arms up and grabbed them all into one big hug.
>As they their cries of laughter die down, you whisper into their ears,
"Gotchya."
>You release them once more and begin the walk to school.
>They try to jump onto your back, but you are too tired to carry them today.
>That little run with Applebloom, plus your PT session this morning, wore you out.
>And the day is only just getting started.
 
>When you drop them off, you wave goodbye and return to town.
>You check out the news stand for the latest paper and hopefully, more work.
>Your choices are very limited.
>It turns out, most of the jobs only took a short amount of time to complete and were only in need of you one time.
>In the short time you were working, you had completed most of the odd jobs in the paper.
>You need a steady job with decent pay if you are going to continue to support Fluttershy and yourself.
 
>Rarity has only asked you back to play at her boutique a few times since your duet with Fluttershy.
>Twilight was always curious to learn more about you, but her random experiments put you off from actually going to her.
>Applejack said the applebucking season wasn't for another month or so, so that was out of the question.
>There was always Sugarcube Corner...
>But Pinkie Pie...
>The nightmares...
 
>But beggers can't be choosers.
>You need work and there are no other options.
--
>After a grueling morning at Sugarcube Corner washing dishes, and an afternoon of electroshock therapy with Twilight, you finally decide to return home.
>Maybe you should put off work for a week or so.
>It'll give some time for the work around town to build up.
>And give you a break from these rediculous chores your friends have you put up with for a few coins.
>The rest of your night is uneventful.
>Nothing strays too far from the norm before you lay down to sleep.
 
>You don't PT the next morning.
>You are gonna take a break for now and pick it back up tomorrow.
>After you shower and shave, you head downstairs to help Fluttershy with breakfast.
>There's a knock at the door.
>'Son of a bitch...'
 
>When you open it, both of Fluttershy's parents are there.
>Her father must realize that you refuse to be rude when the ladies are around.
>While only partly true, you were just having fun with him.
"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Fluttershy. We were just about to have breakfast. Would you like to come in?"
>Morning Dew nods and her husband just grunts.
>You stand aside and hold the door for them.
>Fluttershy's father gives you a suspicious look as they make their way into the kitchen.
>He's in for a surprise.
 
>The first thing that catches their attention is the stink permeating from the kitchen.
>They both plug their noses.
>"Ah! What is that horrible stink!" asks the father.
"That would be the nice flank of a pig frying in its own juices."
>They widen their eyes in shock.
>Their daughter is in love with a carnivore?!
--
>You lead them into the kitchen and take a place at the table.
>They sit down next to each other, with Fluttershy's father across from you.
>Fluttershy prepares two extra plates and places them down for her parents.
>She sets yours down as well before she finally takes her own to her seat.
>You dig in to your breakfast after Fluttershy takes her seat.
>Her father watches in disgust and looks like he's about to vomit.
 
>Morning Dew is watching you curiously.
>The fact that Fluttershy prepares your meals with meat intrigues her greatly.
>She wonders if the smell makes her daughter as sick as it does for the two of them.
>She peers over at her daughter, who is quietly enjoying her own plate.
>She understands the relationship here, and frankly, it's quite adorable.
>She begins to eat her own breakfast as well.
 
>Fluttershy's father doesn't touch his food.
>He's convinced there is something in it.
>As if your ham had somehow cross-contaminated their food.
>You peek up once to see Fluttershy's father staring you down from across the table.
>Whatever.
 
>"So... Anonymous..."
"Yup."
>You don't even look up at him, but instead continue eating.
>"How is it you came to meet my daughter?"
>This caught the mares' attention as well.
>They looked up from their plates to listen to the two of you.
--
"Actually, it was by pure coincidence."
>Morning Dew leans in closer.
"I used to be a lone wanderer. Walking aimlessly to try to find my place in the world."
>You skip the part where you're from another dimension.
"I took a seat beneath a large tree to protect me from the rain. I grabbed my guitar and began to sing to myself to keep myself entertained. It just so happens that Fluttershy was walking by and heard me."
>"You can sing?" asks Morning Dew.
"Somewhat. I'm surprised I can even carry a note."
>Morning Dew and Fluttershy share a giggle.
 
>Fluttershy's father is annoyed.
>His daughter was won over with a song?
>Her mother had to be won over with an act of sheer talent and impressions.
>This beast plays a song, and suddenly Fluttershy falls for it?
>Pathetic.
 
>"Really?"
"Yup. It just escalated from there."
>No need to tell him about your little run in with Ponyville.
>You finished your breakfast and stood to collect the empty plates of Fluttershy and Morning Dew.
"Are you done?" you ask the father.
>"Do I look done?"
"Actually yes."
>"Well I'm not!"
>He begins chowing down.
--
>You shrug and placed the dishes into the sink.
>You, Fluttershy, and Morning Dew make your way out of the kitchen.
>Fluttershy's father follows soon after.
>You go to your bedroom and collect your coinpurse from your dresser.
>You head back downstairs to meet the other three in the living room.
>You lean over the arm of the recliner and kiss Fluttershy on the cheek.
 
"I'll be back in a few hours, okay?"
>"Alright. I'll see you for lunch then?"
"You got it."
>She returns your kiss on the cheek.
>"Love you."
"Love you too."
 
>"And where are you going?" demanded her father.
"I am going into town to make our house payments."
>"Really? You wouldn't mind if I tagged along would you?"
>You shrug.
"I don't see any reason why not."
 
>You look over to the mares.
"Will you ladies be fine by yourselves?"
>"Yes, thank you dearie." answers Morning Dew.
>Her husband glared at her for calling you 'dearie'.
>"We'll be fine Anonymous. Enjoy your walk."
"Will do."
>You open the door to allow her father out first.
--
>The walk to Ponyville is quiet for the most part.
>You passed stares back and forth as you walked.
>Finally you spoke up to break the silence.
"So what's your problem anyways?"
>That caught him off guard?
>"What?"
>You ennuciate every word.
"What. Is. Your. Problem."
 
>"You."
"Details, dude."
>He's confused at your terminology for him.
>"You are after my daughter."
"Yeah?"
>"As her father, it is my job to ensure she finds the most suiting stallion."
>Without words, you just simply raise your hand.
>"Who isn't a monster."
>You raise your hand again.
 
>"I'm not talking about you!"
"Really? Huh, I was so sure you were."
>"Well you're an idiot for thinking so."
>This guy obviously doesn't understand sarcasm very well.
"So what's your problem with me, besides the fact that I'm not a pony."
>His voice becomes ever more serious.
--
>"I want to be able to see my grandchildren someday. And if my only daughter marries a creature who can't even impregnate her, how can I expect my legacy to continue?"
"The want for grandchildren is a legitimate reason. Even Fluttershy and I have tossed the idea back and forth. But just to solely continue your 'legacy'? What the hell does that even mean?"
>He is shocked.
>"What do you mean? My name could have been plastered all over Equestria."
"Could have? Is that it? You want your grandchildren to carry on a name that 'could have' been famous?"
>"Yes!"
 
"And just why do you think you deserve to have your name preserved?"
>"I was the best flier in Cloudsdale Flight Academy History! I could have been the leader of the Wonderbolts!"
"The what-who now?"
>"The Wonderbolts! Surely you have heard of them?"
"Nnnope."
 
>"You are useless!"
"Because I don't care to learn of, what i assume to be, famous group of ponies, I'm useless?"
>"Yes!"
"Alright then, explain."
>"The Wonderbolts are a group of aerial acrobats. Only tie most skilled pegasi in Equestria are elligble to join."
"So you must not be the best if you failed to join."
>That struck a nerve.
 
>"It wasn't my fault! There was an unexpected gust of wind that threw off my entire audition routine!"
"It's probably your arrogance, not your skills that kept you form being accepted."
>"My flying skills are unmatched!"
"...Uh... Okay did you not hear what I just said?"
>"They just don't want me to out-shine the rest of them! That's why they wouldn't let mem in!"
"Mhmm. 'Course it is."
>This guy is the largest egotistical prick you have ever met.
>Worse than Rainbow Dash.
--
"Okay so back on topic. Why don't you want me being with your daughter."
>"Because she can do way better than you."
"Probably. That's why I treat her so well. So she doesn't leave. I want her all to myself."
>Again, he fails to recognise the sarcasm in your voice.
>"I knew it!"
"'Course you did."
>"Heck, even a griffon whould be preferable over you! At least a griffon can father a child with her."
"And again, grandchildren are a natural want. But you want them for your own selfish needs. And should we happen to have a child, I refuse to let you pollute its mind into your way of thinking."
>"Is that so?"
"You know it."
 
>You walked in silence for another couple minutes.
>Ponyville was starting to come into view.
>You will be at the town hall soon enough.
>But Fluttershy's father refuses to drop the subject.
 
>"Fluttershy is a failure," he mutters under his breath.
>Oh fuck no.
>You spin to face him and drop to his level.
"What did you just say?"
>He grimaces and speaks louder this time.
>"Fluttershy is a fai-"
>You shoved him away from you.
--
>You are reaching the end of your rope with this guy.
>Fluttershy will be lucky to even have a father by the end of the day.
>The pegasus recovers and takes an aggressive stane toward you.
>You stand up and ready yourself.
>He lunges at you with surprising speed.
>He wasn't kidding about his abilities.
>But you are able to sidestep and force him away with a palm strike.
 
>Defensive fighting was always your cup of tea.
>While you weren't so great at offense, evading and diverting enemies was always a handy skill.
>It worked with Rainbow Dash, the timber wolves, and now Fluttershy's father.
>Why fix what ain't broken?
 
>He recovers and dashes at you again.
>He anticipates your dodge this time, but you also anticipate his redirection.
>If a timber wolf can figure out your next move, a pony has gotta figure it out sooner.
>You juke to the side, but duck immediately when he turns to hit you.
>You reach up and grab him out of the air.
>Redirecting him fairly easily, you use his own momentum to slam his back into the ground.
>As he lets out a help of pain, you jump on him and hold him down.
>He begins thrashing his wings and kicking you with all four hooves as you lay on top of him.
>You can't control all six limbs, so you do what you can to keep him from moving.
--
"Calm down!"
>He keeps thrashing.
>He begins to yell for help, and you can't have that.
>You cover his mouth with one hand and force him to look you in the eyes.
"Calm down!"
>He won't stop struggling.
 
"I don't wan't to hu-urgh!"
>He managed pull all four legs in and let loose with a kick straight to your stomach and chest.
>You release him and clutch your chest.
>He rolls out from under you and puts some distance between you.
>You take up a kneeling position and just stare at him.
 
>"Fluttershy is a failure! She dropped out of flight school, and even failed to find a half-decent stallion!"
>This guy is really pissing you off.
"She dropped out of flight school?"
>"She is weak. Always so timid and scared to lift even a few feet off the ground."
>Fluttershy may be scared and timid, but she is not weak in any way.
>You have seen her pull of some amazing feats of speed and strength before.
>If not physical, than emotional.
 
>"She would never show her true potential. She fell and dropped through the cloud layer to the ground below. It was then I realized my dreams for her to carry on my legacy were shattered."
"Again with the selfish dreams! Don't you think about anypony other than yourself?"
>"I only want what's best for my daughter!"
"You lie! How did you even earn a wife like Morning Dew? You are consistently rude to her, and she just puts up with it! You aren't even worthy to speak to Fluttershy, much less try to force your ideals into her life!"
 
>That pisses him off, and he lunged at you again.
>The fuck with dodging.
>As soon as he got close enough, you leaned back and lifted your foot in his direction.
--
>He was expecting you to roll to the side, but when he saw you lean back, he diverted is course down to meet you.
>But instead, he caught a face full of shoe.
>The impact on your locked-out legs caused a sharp pain to shoot up your leg and right into your knee.
>But you were still better off than him.
 
>He slammed into your foot and tumbled through the air to the ground behind you.
>You hold your leg in pain.
>You definitely hurt something, your kneed was just killing you.
>You looked up to see him lying on the ground, moaning.
>You roll over and drag yourself over to him and lied down on him again.
 
"I told you... *gasp* to calm down."
>He groaned in response.
>There was a clear dirt mark where your shoe made contact with his face.
>He groaned again, but nodded in understandment.
"Are you good?"
>He nodded again, refusing to look you in the eye.
"Fine."
 
>You get off of him, certain he won't be trying anything for a while.
>You both sat there for serveral minutes.
>He had his face buried in his hooves and you were clutching your knee to your chest.
>Deep breathing came from both of you, trying to nurse your wounds.
--
>This was not good.
>You wanted to avoid confrontation as long as possible, but now you both have obvious injuries.
>You don't want to worry your spouses or let them figure out you two had just had a small fight.
 
"Hey, you okay?"
>"Yeah... Although my pride has taken quite a hit."
>Well there's a relief.
>But no need to start another argument.
"You and me both."
>You stay quiet for anothe rminute.
 
>"Listen, Fluttershy and Morning Dew cannot find out about this."
>That was surprising.
>Apparently, this guy was going through the same process as you.
"You just read my mind."
>You let out a small chuckle.
>Maybe it would be best to get the hell out of here before somepony comes along and sees you two.
 
>You slowly rise to your feet, groaning in pain as you straighten your knee.
>This sucks.
>You limp over to Fluttershy's father and extend your hand to help him up.
>He looks at you hand, up at you, and back down to your hand again.
>He extends his hoof and allows you to help him up.
 
>"But why?"
"'Cause I'm a nice guy. You aren't the first to act like this, trust me."
>He looks away in shame, allowing himself to fall so low.
"Hey, pick your head up and lets forget this happened. We still have to get to town hall."
>He looked up and nodded and you continued your walk.
--
>Ow.
>Ow.
>Ow.
>Every other step sucked and shot a pain from your ankle to your knee.
>You tried to hide your limp, but you weren't dong a very good job.
>Fluttershy's father was fairing much better than you were.
>He wiped off the mud, and the only thing wrong was a slight bruise beneath the eye and some dried blood under his nose.
 
>You're gonna need some help to hide this from the mares back home.
>But first, you have business to attend to.
>You make it into Ponyville and find the town hall soon enough.
>You hobble in with Fluttershy's father at your side.
>The secretary scoffs when she sees the two of you.
 
"I'm here to see the mayor."
>She points to the chairs against the way and goes back to doing... whatever the hell she was doing.
>You and Fluttershy's father sit and wait in silence.
>The mayor eventually comes out and invites you in.
>Fluttershy's father remained seated.
 
>You wanted to get the hell home, so you made your business with the mayor quick and to the point.
>After dismissing yourself, you left her office and motioned for Fluttershy's father to follow you.
>The mayor had noticed your limp and Fluttershy's father's face.
>Something happened, but it was probably best if she didn't ask what.
--
>You weren't on your way home yet.
>You and Fluttershy's father made your way to the Carousel Boutique.
>The door bell alerted Rarity to your presence and she made her way from the back of the shop.
 
>"Oh! Anonymous! What a pleasant surprise!
>She sees your companion and his bruised face.
>"Uh... what happened to you?"
>He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.
"That's not important. But I have a favor to ask of you."
>"Anything you need Anonymous."
"I need an ice pack and my friend here needs some makeup to cover those bruises. And maybe a washcloth to wipe away the dry blood."
>"Right away, Anonymous!"
>She rushes off to find what you wanted.
 
>Fluttershy's father looked up at you, then stared straight again.
>"You called me your friend."
"Don't get used to it. She probably wouldn't help you if she knew we had just fought each other."
>"True. Thanks."
"Don't mention it. I'm doing this for Fluttershy and Morning Dew. Not for you and not for me."
>He remains silent.
--
>Rarity comes back with your requested supplies and magics over the ice pack you requested.
>She helps Fluttershy's father with wiping away the dried blood and then proceeded to apply makeup to his eye.
>You sat on a box in the corner, holding the ice pack to your knee.
"Hey Rarity, you wouldn't happen to have a ragged cloth or something I could use to tie this ice pack to my leg, would you?"
>"Of course, darling. One moment please."
 
>She leaves and returns rather quickly with a roll of white cloth.
"Rarity, I asked for a rag."
>"Nonsense! I will not allow you to walk around wearing anything as low as rags."
>Cool.
>She magics over the roll of cloth and you start wrapping your leg, ice pack underneath.
>She had finished with fixing up Flutterhy's father and they were watching you wrap your leg.
 
>"If you don't mind me asking," started Rarity. "what happened to you two?"
>You and Fluttershy's father traded a glance.
"I'll tell you later Rarity."
>"Oh, okay. Is this all you needed from me today?"
"Yes it is. Thank you Rarity. We really do appreciate it."
>"Anytime Anonymous."
>You leave with Fluttershy's father in tow.
>You leg is killing you and you wrapped it so that it stayed straight and you wouldn't have to bend it.
>You're walking pretty funny now, but hey, it's working.
--
>Neither of you speak to each other.
>You were each put off from speaking in the fear of starting another fight.
>But something needed to be said.
"You alright?"
>"Yeah."
"Alright. We speak about this to nopony, okay?"
>"Yeah."
"Although I messed up my leg pretty good, so hiding it might be a little difficult."
>He didn't respond and you continued your walk in silence.
 
>When your house came in to view, you both stopped and you rested on a fallen log on the side of the road.
>Your knee was killing you and you need a break.
>While you waited, you unwrapped your legs and dropped the ice pack to the ground.
>It was already melted so it was useless now.
>You rolled up your bandage.
 
>After a few minutes, you slowly, and painfully, rise to your feet.
>You continue to your house with Fluttershy's father.
>When you go inside, you don't see the mares you left.
"Fluttershy?" you call out.
>No answer.
>"Morning Dew?" called out Fluttershy's father.
>Still no response.
>You traded a glance with Fluttershy's father and walked through the house.
--
>The two of you continued calling out for your respective mares.
>Fluttershy's father called you over from across the house.
>He was staring out a window into the back yard.
>You walked over and peered out the window as well.
>Out back, Fluttershy was tending to the animals.
>Morning Dew was out there as well, but just looking around, not paying attention to her daughter.
>Some of the animals caught her interest, as did the flower garden Fluttershy had started.
 
>"That mare has an attention problem," said Fluttershy's father.
"Fluttershy or Morning Dew?"
>"Morning Dew."
"I think it's kind of adorable. She's so innocent."
>"Heh. I guess so."
 
>The two of you just stood there, staring out at your sweethearts.
>"So what did you mean I didn't deserve Morning Dew? Or that I'm not worthy to speak to Fluttershy?"
"Not now, dude. Just... This is a conversation for later."
>He nodded in agreement.
>You decided to go take a seat to rest your leg.
>Fluttershy's father sees you leave and follows.
>You take your place in the recliner while he sits on the couch.
>You wait in silence, not looking at one another.
--
>After what feels like an hour, the two mares finally come back inside.
>"Oh, Anonymous, father, I didn't know you were back yet."
"We just got back a little while ago."
>"You got back later than we thought you would."
"Yeah, sorry about that. Something came up."
 
>Fluttershy walked over and climbed onto the chair with you.
>She put some pressure down on your bad knee to climb up.
>Pain shot through your leg.
>You winced and a small gasp escaped your lips.
>Fluttershy noticed immediately.
 
>"Anon! What happened?"
"I, uh... I hyperextended my leg. I missed a step."
>"Oh you poor thing! Let me help."
>She flew off to the kitchen and came back with an ice pack.
>You still had your bandage in your hand and she wrapped the ice pack onto your leg again.
>Morning Dew d'awwed at this show of affection from her daughter.
>Her husband stared intently.
>He showed no sign of emotion, but at least he wasn't angry.
--
>"It's going to take a little more than just ice to make your leg better."
>Everyone turned to look at Fluttershy's father.
>"I've had plenty of experienced with strained joints. If you're anything like us, you will have to stay off of it as much as possible for a few days."
>You nod at him respectively.
"Got it."
 
>This was the first time he's ever tried to help in the last few days you've known him.
>He seems to be warming up.
>You have each earned a little respect from the other, but your little conversation is still fresh in your minds.
>Some ponies just need a good talking to.
>Others need to get their asses kicked.
>Either way, the desired outcome is the same.
 
>But boy are you feeling it.
"I hope I won't be bed-ridden."
>"Nonsense," said the father. "As tough as you are, you will be fine."
>Fluttershy was confused by the tone in her father's voice.
>He had never spoken to her like this before.
>Morning Dew had a smile on her face.
>She doesn't know what happened, but she knows that whatever you did to hurt your leg, you earned a mild amount of respect from her husband.
--
>"How do you two feel about a late lunch?" asks Fluttershy. "We were waiting for you to come back, so we haven't eaten either."
>You would suggest going out to lunch today, but the walk to Ponyville was gonna suck so hard.
>"No thanks, Fluttershy," answered her father.
>Everyone, including himself, was surprised at his manners toward Fluttershy.
>"We should probably get going."
>"Oh, okay then," responded Fluttershy.
 
>You waved them off from your chair while Fluttershy walked them to the door.
>When they left, Fluttershy closed the door behind them and walked over to you and sat on the floor in front of you.
>"So... What exactly happened between you two today?"
>You thought about it for a moment.
"Nothing really. Just a bonding moment between the two of us."
>She gave you a sweet smile and kissed your knee like it was a boo boo.
>"At least you're trying."