Discovery

Instead of waiting for Twilight and Spike to return from Canterlot, I decided to pay Rarity a visit and have her whip me up some new clothes. After all she said she would do it for free, and who am I to pass up free anything?

When I reached the Carousel Boutique the Cutie Mark Crusaders looked as though they were up to their old tricks. An alarmed looking Sweetie Belle was strapped to an abnormally large rocket that was being fastened on by Applebloom as Scootaloo struck a match to light the fuse.

“Oh hey Michael!” greeted Applebloom. “Care to watch our rocket launch?”

“Um, ill have to pass on that invitation girls.” I said. “But good luck with that!” As I opened and walked through the front door I heard the trio of phillies shout something together.

“Cutie Mark Crusaders Rocket Flyers!” This was followed by a scream, a loud boom, and a lot of crying. Jeez those girls just don’t know where to draw the line.

“Ah, hello there darling.” Greeted the very proper Rarity.

“Hey Rarity, just came by to take you up on your offer for those free clothes.”

“But of course!” she gushed. “Just disrobe and stand over there so I can take your measurements.”

“Uh, disrobe?” I gulped.

“Yes darling, so I can get accurate measurements!” responded Rarity as she went to the back room to get supplies.

“Well okay.” I consented, as I reluctantly began to take off my clothes. First my pants which followed by my sliding pants underneath and then finally my shirt, leaving me in my socks and boxers. Rarity came out and then gave me a disapproving look.

“Disrobe all the way dear.” She said.

“Um yeah, see I’m not a pony.” I explained. “And I can’t, well, hide my junk like the male ponies can.”

“Oh, oh my.” Blushed Rarity. “Well I can make do.” Rarity then proceeded to take my measurements. After she was done she asked what kind of apparel humans normally wear.

“Well nothing too fancy, unless it’s a formal occasion,” I explained. “Usually I just wear t-shirts and shorts.”

“Interesting,” replied Rarity. “And can you please sketch out these items.” Now I’m not an above par artist, hell I’m not even a par artist. I did my pest to sketch out a t-shirt and some shorts and then gave it to Rarity. She looked them over carefully and then set it on her inspiration board.

“Now what color would you like them?” she asked.

“Well my favorite color is blue, so a cobalt blue shirt with khaki shorts.” I responded.

“That’s it?” Questioned Rarity.

“Well you can experiment with some different colors for the shirts,” I said. “But just leave the shorts khaki.”

“Alright, sounds good!” she jubilantly responded.

“Thanks Rarity.” I smiled. “This really means a lot.”

“It’s no trouble at all” insisted Rarity, “It’s the least I could do.”

“Fair enough, so when can I swing by to pick them up?” I asked as I stepped out the door.

“They should be ready within the next day!” said Rarity. “So you can pick them up then!”

“Ok, thanks Rarity!” I called as I walked out on the street. I noticed that there was a rather large crater where the CMC’s were doing their rocket testing. Ah, they’ll learn someday.

As I as making my way back to Twilight’s tree house I caught site of a certain yellow mare that was making her way through the market place. Fluttershy was going to and from different stands, obviously buying ingredients to make Angel something.

Okay Michael, now is you’re chance to finally come clean, just walk up to her, tell her you were a little, okay a lot drunk, and you made up the story you told her, and it will be all water under the bridge. But she thinks you’re awesome! And that’s what you want, seize the opportunity and don’t tell her! Just when I thought I was going to lose my mind to the voices in my head, I heard a crash followed by a scream.

I looked up to see the CMC rocket that was somehow still airborne, Sweetie Belle was still attached to it as Scootaloo and Applebloom were giving chase. I paid no attention to them until the rocket struck a wagon sending it rolling rapidly down the street I was standing in. I quickly jumped to safety with plenty of time to spare.

“Quack, quack.”

What was that? I looked to my left to see a family of ducks walking out into the street completely unaware of the runaway wagon. I could tell that they would never make it in time, wait. This was it I could prove I am an animal hero! The next five seconds seemed to take a half an hour, I looked up to see a very anxious Fluttershy observing the scene helplessly, I then looked at the family of ducks that now noticed the wagon. Right as I was about step out to the rescue, I realized this could be the perfect way to show Fluttershy I’m not a hero, sure some duck will get hurt in the process, but I can finally come clean! I closed my eyes and turned away just to here a ‘SQUACK’ followed by a ‘CRUNCH” I cringed at the gory noises. Well I’m screwed.

As the dust settled, I looked up to see Fluttershy tending the assortment of mangled feathers. As I got closer she looked up at me.

“Fluttershy, I…” I began.

“The mothers dead, her children are orphans now.” whispered Fluttershy, she then turned to me. “How come you didn’t save them!”

Okay here we go, confession time.

“Listen Fluttershy, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” I started. “Remember when I told you about the puppy? Well I completely made that up. I was really drunk when I told you, and I just wanted to impress you. I’m no hero.”

“So you lied to me?” whimpered Fluttershy.

“Well um, yeah I did.” I said degradedly.

“But why didn’t you save the ducks?” she questioned. ‘Just because you weren’t a hero then, doesn’t mean you can’t be a hero now.” Well, shit, it looks like I made the worst decision of my life.

“I though that if I showed you I’m not a hero I could finally come clean to you without it being awkward.” I said stupidly. Wow, that plan was really, dumb.

Tears started to form in Fluttershy’s beautiful deep blue eyes.

“No no no no no no no!” I begged. “Please don’t…”

“You just let them die!” bawled Fluttershy. “So you could avoid an awkward conversation? With me!? Picking up the ducklings and deceased mom, Fluttershy galloped away in tears.

Well I did it; I made the one and only Fluttershy cry. How am I ever going to fix this mess? I could have avoided all of this, all I needed to do was tell the truth, and have them discover my true self.