Flutter Spawn

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I started by slipping into the vest Rarity had made for me, noting my sister Radiant Thunder was just about ready putting hers on.

Before I leave my home, I cast a glance at the image of my mother Flutter Shy, then at the party Pony Pinkie Pie, and finally at Twilight Sparkle who had given me the sparkling gift as we moved out. Thanks to her my hooves now are red, rather than the original black, though they still have the same blue glow to them, just like the rest of me.

Since we are Bat Ponies, we don't need to contend with the crowds on the streets. Now I am eternally thankful for this, even if I guess I could have managed as a regular Pegasus Pony too. Had I been a regular Pegasus, I would have stayed with my parents in Ponyville. Now I never see Flutter Shy, aside from the rare occasions when she comes to visit, or I go to Ponyville to see her.

Naturally I do see both Flutter Shy and Pinkie Pie from time to time. I have to go to Ponyville, which is a bit of a hassle, but I can manage. While I'm at it, I go to see both Twilight Sparkle and Rarity too. Then I could as well see Apple Jack and the Apples while I'm there, couldn't I?

Working with the weather, we still can see Rainbow dash on a weekly basis, which is cool. She still is the coolest of all ponies around, and the only awesome enough to pull off the legendary Rainboom. The how, and the why she can do it was already old news, as we grew up. Maybe that's just as good, and for the best.

What ponies forgot to explain, is just how good a flyer Flutter Shy is. She simply hid it, in order to stay out of the public eye. Anything and everything to escape notice. If it wasn't a matter of emergency. She was always helping some pony of critter all hours of the day, and she still does this.

I recall her singing for me and my sister, she told us, just how much she love singing. Though she was mainly singing for and with her critters, until the day Big Macintosh lost his voice over a Turkey Call competition, just before he was supposed to sing with the Pony Tones, which he apparently still love doing.

I usually check in early in the evening, just to see what the weather is to be like, pulling a few hours off of my weather duties, before I go out, checking which Mares and Stallions will be out this night. Going out early give me a chance to make the best picks.

I pick up a Stallion, or a Mare, then I enjoy the night, knowing how much is consumed. Somewhere in the late night I make the call.

My sister and I keep tabs on who we pick up. We always choose sober ponies. Just as much for our own sake, as for theirs. If they are sober, they'll fair better as they wake up the next day. Just as I prefer to choose my own drinks, if I am to have any. So much fun that way.

We made the mistake of choosing a Mare, or Stallion that had had a few drinks the first week. Not going to happen again, not now and not ever. Gave quite the scare on our end, and they had a murder of a headache the next week too. What the friends and parents said, I have no idea, I never talked to any of them again.

To me, it is a matter of having fun, and a good meal on the side. Causing the pain to the Partner isn't included. I couldn't see them in the eye, ever again after that.

If the pony is really nice, I may even consider paying a good meal for the two of us, which does happen on occasion, just like yesternight. Now, that is a great Mare. Maybe I'll see her again next week, if she is up for it. Maybe I have only seen a Mare, or Stallion twice on two or three times, but it does happen. I guess some of them actually enjoy my company too.