Good Friend

by Nny11

Rating: everyone
Tags: Fluttershy, Slice of Life, Sad, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash
Length: 607

Everyone has bad days; friends are what get us through that. A Fluttershy drabble.

Published 2012-02-22 02:34:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-02-22 02:34:01 UTC

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: My Little Pony Friendship is Magic belongs to Hasbro and so do the characters, the royalties, and all that money making stuff.

She’d finished crying hours ago. The cotton balls in her chest had disappeared and the tide of panic had subsided. She had taken a deep breath, washed her face, had a drink of cool water, and walked around a little. She had been ok for hours. That was her story at least, that was what she had to cling to in order to be ok.

Smooth out mane. Do slow stretches. Get some air. Think positive. Look on bright side.

Most importantly: breathe. Deep, slow breaths in and out. In through the nose out through the mouth. Just remember to breathe.

It’s going to be ok, it’s all gonna be ok. Nothing to worry about, it’s gonna be fine. Everything will be just fine. Shh, shh, shh; it’s all going to be ok. It’s ok.

Breathe in.

Slow little circles rubbed into a shaking back. Her head had been drawn into the crook of a neck. She’d felt bad for getting a shoulder wet. She’d pleaded pitifully through the sobs for forgiveness for crying on another’s shoulder. That was hours ago. She’d been pathetic and cried loudly. A loudmouth bothering everyone around her. That was hours ago. She was ok now.

Breathe out.

They’d been on the floor. Well, she’d been on top of her friend who was lying on the floor. It couldn’t have been comfortable. She should have suggested or offered her bed. That would have been the polite thing to do. After all, her friend had been kind enough to stick around just to listen to her cry. She should have thought about her friend more, and she shouldn’t have asked her to stay, and she should have offered her bed. How rude and how stupid could one Pegasus be? That was stupid of her. She was a stupid, loudmouth pony. But that was hours ago.

Feed animals. Lock door. Close blinds. Make tea.

Do you want some tea? Tea and toast? C’mon, I’ll make you some tea and toast. You don’t have to have it if you don’t want to. Come here, shh, it’s ok, come here and breath some of this steam while the water boils. Deep breathes, slow deep breathes. Ok?

Ok. Herbal tea, chamomile and peppermint, two teaspoons of the leaves go in a little chipped cup. Tea leaves expand to four times their size. Chamomile and peppermint had been a favorite of hers, a childhood stand by prepared by the same blue mare for years. Her friend was always so kind. She didn’t deserve such a nice friend to take care of her and make her tea and hold her tight through the worst of it.

Kettle boils, whistle sounds. Pour it. Wait…breathe. Drink. Clean up. Be quiet, animals asleep.

Breathe in.

Fluttershy…do you wanna talk about it? You don’t have to. But if you want. I’m here for you, so whatever you want is what I want. Hey, it’s fine, don’t worry about that. A few tears never hurt anyone. Hey, hey look at me. Please? Hey, it’s ok. It’s ok. It’ll be ok. My wings? They’ll be fine, heck your floor isn’t that uncomfortable you know. Ah, don’t worry, I’ll be fine. But are you gonna be ok? Do you want me to stay the night? I won’t if you don’t. Hey, keep breathing ok? You’re gonna be ok.

Such a good friend to listen to her. Such a good friend. Such a, such, s-such a, a good friend.

Breathe out.