vignettes

a despondent little pony, fluttershy sits alone in her cozy cabin by the woods’ edge. she looks over everything which encompasses her.. bags of animal feed and pots and pans. all of it strewn messily about, but not wholly so. her kitchen is a perpetual state of chaos, never having been fully clean since she moved her so long ago. she has so many mouths to feed, but she would not trade them for the world.

her animal friends are snoozing comfortably, making various sounds which fill the air with a soft din and titter, and she sighs softly. it’s very relaxing, very comforting. she broods over her choices in life, slightly rubbing her forehooves together. her closest friends, Rainbow Dash and Rarity, Twilight, Pinkie Pie and Applejack are all probably snoozing comfortably themselves right now too.

It’s late in the evening but she can’t help but lay awake, lay scrunched up by the warm glow of the hearth. her thoughts stray to the wide world hunched over her little home. a family who only turned their heads away in shame. a courteous caretaker’s career which seems to be slowly grinding to a halt, which could end at the drop of a pin, depending on ponyville’s non-official game and wildlife department.

she’s lived here all of her life, content, compliant and un-coquettish.

In despite of all of this, she feels.. wanton.

she’s not the mother she want’s to be, be it far from looking after the animals. she’s not the mare her parents wanted.

she’s not the pony anyone could ever desire.

she feels alone.

but she did this to herself. or.. perhaps, it has paved its way for her. this way, she can be out of the other ponies eyes. she can’t help how nervous she is.

it’s not something she can control. but… this feeling… she can’t stand it anymore. she needs something.. more than she needs this.. remedy for herself. this remedy isn’t working anymore, the salve it has provided is long gone.

she mumbles to herself, “there are some remedies worse than the disease”