Labor is Magic

August 16 2013

Evan looked down from where he stood. There was nothing that would stop him from falling and crashing to his gruesome death, which always made any creature without a means of flight fearful. From where he stood he could see the bottom and he cringed at the sight. Pointed and jagged rocks jutted out of the ground and the horrendous looking rocks would cut him to ribbons, or so his instincts told him. It had spent Evan over forty-five minutes of climbing to get where he was at the edge of the cliff and now he was rethinking his options for this experiment. The cliff edge spread in both directions as the jumper stood on the edge. If another soul where watching they would be worried for the scientists mental wellbeing.

“Oh this is a BAD idea.” Evan said as he looked at his doomed fate. He jerked himself from his viewpoint, his nerves completely shot, and started pacing.

“Common Evan, you’ve done the calculations and done multiple tests for your resilience. You WILL survive this fall two or three times over at least… If you can get the right catalyst to make you angry… UHH! Don’t be such a baby!” Evan said trying to work his courage back up. He looked over to his side to see the cliff edge, remembering the horror he saw moments before.

“I just need a bit of courage is all,” he said to himself. The acrophobic man started to breath in deep breaths to calm him.

When he reached a point of relaxation the newly renewed jumper wrenched himself from his place and bolted for the edge. The distance of the murderous cliff edge got closer and closer until the maniac reached his goal and jumped. As the air rushed by the one who appeared to have attempted suicide he looked at the ground he was fated to meet again, but this time at high velocity.

“BADIDEABADIDEABADIDEASHIIIIIIII-“ the fearful man said to himself while flailing like a cat suspended above water.

The panicked scientist saw the ground quickly approach and came to his senses as he curled into a ball, closed his eyes, and waited for the inevitable impact of death to come. He was shocked to an immediate stop that felt unnatural to what he had supposed hitting jagged rocks at high velocity would feel like. The once frantic man still felt as though he where falling but there was no wind blowing past his fetal positioned body. He also sensed that he had support underneath him but felt no ground or any other support. The confused and curious scientist flipped his eyes open to see what phenomenon had occurred to make him feel as he did. What he saw surprised him. It was the ground, only it was five or so feet away. The self-experimented man looked for some kind of obstruction that might keep him aloft but found nothing. He was, for all intensive purposes, floating in mid air. He came out of his fetal state and amazingly whatever it was holding him up righted him to a stand.

“How do I get down?” he thought as he unnoticeably started to descend to the ground below. He gradually descended faster which Evan finally noticed as he watched himself touch the ground and feel his weight on his feet.

“What was that?” the curious man thought as he tried to explain the current event in his head. A crazy, cheesy, and stupid idea hit him and being an overly experimental nerd and fool he was, he would try it out. He held his right fist into the sky and his left arm in a square by his side, his left hand balled in a fist. The scientist had a stupid grin on his face as he said “Up, up” he crouched down to jump “and aw-HOLY SHIT!” at the end of the motto he jumped and flew straight up in the sky at high speeds flailing and screaming at the top of his lungs once more.

In a barn at Sweet Apple Acers a human placed a large tarp and some rope in a neat pile as he finished his work. He looked down to his watch to see the time. “12:42” said the satisfied man. The barn that he was given homage last night was now back to the way it was before he had woke up that morning. Evan smiled at his work and decided to leave and take a look at his morning labors.

He left the barn and went to the place Big Mac had shown him to put the apples. Surprisingly it was another barn and not too far off from the one he was staying in. The victor of apples opened the barn door of the apple barn to revival a marvelous sight. The barn was half filled with 4-stacked barrels of apples. It hadn’t been easy but it was fun. The controller of gravity lifted the apples off the ground, and then used the tarp with rope tied to the corners to catch them all and bringing them here. He had to go back many trips and avoid being seen but the rewards outweighed the risks. He then filled all the barrels using the tarp to funnel them. It was very lucky for Evan that Big Mac had that many in the first place. It seemed that the equine farmer had planed ahead. Evan looked to the right, to see the three barrels that were left over from his labors. The scientist mentally cringed at the thought of not having enough barrels to protect the fruit from being eaten by pests.

He shrugged off the thought and turned to leave the barn to talk to his would be employer for lunch and an interview. The only ones in the house right now where Big Mac and another older presence. From what the telepath could tell, they where practically on the other side of the house so he could easily avoid the older one. The forced employee of the farmer rubbed his hands and made a B-line for the farmhouse that he hadn’t approached until now.

Big Mac rubbed his temples with his hooves at the headache that was caused by paperwork. He sighed as he looked at the stack he had left to do. The tortured victim of the recorded purchases and bookkeeping slammed his face in the desk. “At least the worst of its over” thought the red pony, trying to be optimistic. Granny smith was taking her afternoon nap and Applejack was selling apples in the market so he was basically all by himself today which he didn’t mind.

“Hay, why the long face?” the shy farmer bolted upright to see the creature he housed peeking through the window at the far side of the room. The human chuckled at something that passed over the farmer’s head.

“Why are ya here an not out there?” Big Mac pointed with a hoof toward the apples trees behind the human.

“I finished early and got hungry.” Evan said with a shrug. “So ill need food and conversation.”

The equine blinked a few times as he processed what the so-called human had told him. “There is no way that he could finish that orchard today, let alone a few hours,” thought Big Mac as he started to glare at the supposed lying human. He had sent Evan on an impossible task. It took Applejack three days and nights just to clear that half of that orchard, and she would have done better, had she not been running herself ragged doing different favors around town. The biped started to shrink from his place at the window from the deadly daggers coming from Big Mac’s eyes.

“Dinner won’ be done for another hour or so. So go back out there and keep Workin’.” The authority and anger in red ponies voice, though not yelling, made Evan want to put the apples back in the orchard then gather them all over again. So the oddly scared scientist quickly removed himself from the window and half ran away.

Big Mac snorted in the direction the human retreated, signaling his victory over the human’s arguments. That talk yesterday about wanting to help must have been all hat and no cattle. He looked down at his desk, seeing the work that still needed to be done. He immediately went back to his prostrated state of exhaustion.

Evan started pacing outside the barn after being chastised for finishing early.

“Well now what do I do?” He said trying to gather his thoughts. “There is no work out in that field to do, and I sure as hell am not staying around here to be caught loafing off. Just as good I suppose, I don’t feel like being lazy.” The scientist paced back and fourth trying to think of something that might kill time. He sighed at his seemingly futile attempt and looked into the slightly cloudy sky. Then an idea came. A reckless and stupid idea, but one he wanted to do regardless.

“Screw Big Mac. I did my job so I deserve a little break from this farm. And to have a little fun I haven’t had in a long time.” He turned in the direction of the apple trees to get a little distance and privacy for what he was going to do. When he felt he was far enough away he simply thought of flying and slowly rose from the ground, then he shot into the air for the clouds to avoid detection form the creatures below. The airborne human laughed at the freedom he felt. Out of all the things Evan had been able to do the gift of flight had been a gift indeed. He loved flying. He felt so fee, and it was the most exhilarating feeling he had ever felt.

Comically the elation and happiness flight brought also fed the power. Fear oddly did it too. Evan had not really figured out why both emotions did the same thing. Before he was a fugitive he flew regularly and the excuse given to the air force was an experimental weapons run. Which was semi true but he mostly flew just for the feeling. He didn’t get the chance after the incident because he was too easy to spot and track when he flew. However the chances of satellite tracking here are nonexistent. He did have the possibility of being spotted by the ground but that was again slim because of the constantly low flying clouds. The relaxed human made swimming motions through the clouds for the fun of it until he reached the edge. He popped his head out to spot the town that he spotted when he arrived.

The houses still had that yellow roofing that he now guessed was straw. But other buildings where very interesting in their architecture. one house looked like it had a carousel on its roof that kids would play on, another looked like something Hansel and Gretel were lured into with its sweetie goodness, and then there was one that was an actual TREE. Evan knew it was a house only because of the ponies that entered and leaved. The curious scientist could see different multi-colored ponies walking around going about there business but all visual details and hearing where lost to him.

“If only I could get closer to study these creatures” thought the scientist. He was very curious of these ponies history and what similarities, if any, they held with ponies he knew of. Sure he could try and read what they where thinking but that was an invasion of privacy. Then Evan spotted the cottage that was seen before the town.

“Perfect!” the satisfied scientist exclaimed. The cottage was a distance away from the town, which meant he could eavesdrop without worry of being seen by anything. There by keeping his promise to Big Mac. The human may be mad at the farmer pony, but he felt that a promise was a promise. He flew from cloud cover to cloud cover, trying his best to keep hidden from the possible onlookers below. He managed to get closer to the cottage just over the forest. He decided that now was a good as time as any to get to ground level. He peeked over the edge of the cloud to see if there was any place to hide. There was a bush that he could easily hide behind and it led to the back of the little cottage. He dropped down slowly at first and increased in speed as he got closer and closer. He touched down with a role to decrees the momentum from his decent. Luckily from what he could tell nothing had spotted him or even heard his landing.

As he got closer he noticed that it was defiantly a strange place to live. If he knew any better, and this where middle earth, he would have pegged this as a hobit’s home. Moss grew on the roof shielding the weather. There where yellow walls with a wood door and windows that accompanied them. All things considered it looked like a nice and therapeutic place to live. It seemed like there was no one home so he was about to leave when he heard the door creek open.

Evan did a double take at what he saw. This pony was a canary yellow with light pink hair, green eyes and…

WINGS?! …This doesn’t seem physically possible,” the human thought as he gawked at the anomaly. The winged pony… thing closed the door and while humming a tune and continued to feed the animals that where around the cozy home. Then he saw her flap her wings “Ok, that shouldn't be possible,” he thought again. Then with her small wingspan she flew up to some birds to feed them “no… just… no.” He watched the winged pony approach a young rabbit.

“Aww is your leg hurt?” her angelic vice rang in his ears

Cuteness level rising

She bent down to the little white bunny to examine its leg. “It’s just a sprain, you should be better in no time.”

WARNING-cuteness reaching critical levels

Then the bunny’s whole family popped out of nowhere and glomped her. She fell over and giggled sweetly.

Cuteness levels have reached critical must release before heart explodes!

“Dawww” The hiding human let out an irresistible exclamation at the scene before him, then eminently covered his mouth with wide eyes and ducked behind the bush.

“Why did I do that?” he thought,

“Hello?” came the sweet small voice. “Is some pony there?”

“Don’t you dare say anything” Evan chastised himself. He then heard hoofsteps coming closer and franticly looked for another hiding place that wouldn’t get him seen. He found none. “Ah what the hell,” thought the man, giving up on being stealthy.

“Yes someone is here.” He heard the hoof steps stop and he mentally let out a breath of relief.

“Who are you? Are you stalking me!?” Evan could hear the fear in her voice, which was both cute and brought concern to him.

“Um, no… not stalking you… just, um… studying you?” Evan face palmed at the extremely creepy sounding thing he just said.

“Study? Why would you want to study me? I mean, if you don’t mind my asking.”

“Oh wow, cuter then a box of kittens!” “well I’m not from around here and I’m a little… different.”

“That’s ok lots of ponies are different.”

“Well I’m no pony.”

“…Are you a gryphon?” she said a little hesitantly.

“…Gryphon?” Evan’s voice cracked at the ludicrousness of the statement.

“Um, if I may ask, what are you then? But if you don’t want to tell me that’s ok.”

It was very hard to resist this much adorable. “well I can guarantee that I’m a creature you haven’t seen.”

“Well, why don’t you come out? If you don’t mind that is.” Her voice picked up a little and the man could tell that she was holding back excitement.

“Um… I was told by another pony that I would scare other ponies if I was to be seen, and I don’t want to scare you.”

“Oh, You sound very nice. I don’t know why any pony would be scared.”

“You promise not to be scared if I come out?” the last thing Evan wanted to do was frighten this sweet and fragile creature.

“I promise.” She said sounding firm in her response.

The white haired man slowly rose from the bushes where he hid. He rose until he came to his full height. He was huge in comparison. The towering man noticed the pony’s eyes where wide open and her pupils shrunk to an unbelievably small size. It was then that Evan noticed the height difference between him and the pony and realized the mistake he made if he had wanted to keep her calm.

“Oh no.” said the yellow coated pony as she fell to the ground and covered her eyes to hide from the creature that was Evan.

“Hey,” Evan said as soft and unthreateningly as possible as he approached the shivering pony. “You said you wouldn’t be scared.” Evan was a little hurt that she had been scared of him after promising that she wouldn’t.

He reached to pet her hair when she franticly said “Please don’t take me in the night!”

Evan blinked a few times, thinking of how to take that. Now was not the time for jokes, -“Honey, your cute, but interspices erotica is very taboo where I come from.”- But he couldn’t resist. He resisted laughing from the innuendo but could not resist a wide grin. She peeked from her place on the ground cowering to see what caused so much commotion.

“So… you wont take me away in the night?” said the slightly less frightened pony.

Evan stifled a giggle and sat down to try and be less intimidating “Of course not!” he suppressed another giggle. “What would make you think otherwise?”

Her head rose from the ground “That’s what humans do.”

The human stopped his smiling and stared at the accusing pony with a confused look for a few seconds before answering “…wha?”

The yellow pony flinched at the sudden sound “Or, that’s what the story’s say.”

“Ok back up how did you know I was a human?” It finally struck the man that he hadn't mentioned his species. He had thought that there where no humans in this dimension.

“We have story’s about them. They’re myths to scare foals, saying that humans take away bad ponies at night and make them slaves.” She started to shake again and her voice started to rise so much that he had to have her repeat herself so he could read her thoughts to understand it all. “Then when they’ve served their purpose they e-e-eat them!” she hid behind her hooves once more.

Evan had no response at first. He sat there and processed the information and then fell over laughing. “You… think that?...” he got between chuckles.

“So… are the story’s not true?” she got back up and wiped a tear from her eye with a hoof as she became a little more comfortable again.

The yellow-eyed man recovered from his fit once more. “No, its not. I’ve never seen any of your kind of pony where I’m from. And I would never kidnap anything.”

“Really?”

“If I’m lying I’m dying.”

“Oh! Goodness! You aren’t sick are you?” The concerned vet rushed over to the man to look at anything that might be wrong. “You have cuts and bruses all over you!”

Evan chuckled at the simple sweetness of the creature. “No, it’s a figure of speech. I’ll be fine."

The butter mare stared evenly at Evan "Listen here mister, you need medical attention and I'll not stand by when a critter is in need..." she shrank from her previous willful stance "...if thats ok with you."

The human nodded and smiled at her kind gesture before asking "So what’s your name?”

She stopped examining him and sat on her haunches in front of him. “Oh! It’s Fluttershy. *Gasp*” The female pony flew up into his face “You’re a human!”

Evan awkwardly shifted his eyes left and right from the invasion of personal space “Um… yes, I think we’ve established that.”

She backed off a bit but her enthusiasm never stopped “Oh my gosh! a real human what’s your name?!”

“Evan Kelly, but just call me Evan.”

“I didn’t even know that humans could talk. What do humans talk about?”

“Well…” the scientist contemplated the question. “What do you want to know?”

“Absolutely EVRYTHING!” Fluttershy grabbed Evan by the hand somehow and pulled him up on his feet and toward the cottage, all while flying in midair.

“Oh boy, what fresh hell did I get myself into?” Thought the lamenting scientist.

Then she stopped pulling his arm to turn her head to ask, “what’s interspices erotica?”

Evan face palmed “This is gona’ take a while.”

Author's Note

So here’s the deal, I can do two things for you. I can do a question and answer for Evan. You all will be Fluttershy and ask whatever question you want. Theses can range from simple to random to awkward. The only rules are that you can’t ask questions about things Fluttershy doesn’t know yet. You can have additional follow up questions, but asking questions like “How are you able to fly?” won’t make the cut.

Just know that if there is a surplus of questions that not all will make the cut even if they are good. I do work six days a week and I only have a limited time here. Can’t wait to see what you come up with!

...All ten of you lol.