I look around. There is a large expanse of nothing. I realize something; it scares me more than anything has before.
And then I try to remember what it scares me more than, I can’t.
I start running, I start running fast. I don’t stop running until it has seemed to have been hours. But even though it seems to have been a very long time I keep passing blank white space. It just keeps coming.
Suddenly there is a loud crash, I sit up, look around, and then recognizing where I am I lay back down.
I’m at home. I realize three things very quickly. One, it’s not just raining outside, it’s storming.
Two, it’s on schedule.
Three the crash sound that woke me up wasn’t my super well-timed thunder and lightning.
I swing my legs out of my bed and touch the tips of my toes to the floor, testing how cold it is. I regret the decision and decide to lie under my covers and see if the noise goes away. It doesn’t.
I hear two crashes in quick succession.
I quietly convince myself of what I’m going to do while cowering under my covers.
I jump out of my bed, run down my stairs, and open my door, feeling the backdraft finally catch up to me.
The combination of the cold wind from outside and the backdraft cause me to shiver violently and hope that whatever I see outside my door will be worth it.
It is.
Lying in a puddle of water, soaking wet, and naked, is Fluttershy.
Surprised to see her I gasp and jump backwards.
Immediately I propel myself forward with my wings and pick her up. Water spills down off of her back, down mine and onto the floor.
Carefully avoiding it, I carry her down the hall, up the stairs (muttering all the way), and drop her into my bed, disregarding my bedding that I will undoubtedly have to dry in the sun tomorrow.
Ignoring the inconvenience, I go back downstairs and put a pan filled with day old soup onto the stove.
Hoping that it will not boil over, I walk upstairs quietly and look in on Fluttershy.
She seems to be ‘physically sound’ as Twilight would say, so I walk over and gently take her wet blanket and quickly and quietly replace it. She sleeps through the entire process and doesn’t stir as I leave the room and head back downstairs to check on the soup.
I get downstairs just in time to see the soup boil over and onto the stove top.
Hurrying to clean up the mess I try to save as much of the soup as possible.
I pour what is left in the pan into a bowl and even sneak a taste (I’m pretty sure Fluttershy won’t mind).
I walk, slowly, out of the kitchen, leaving the burned pot for another time. I continue slowly walking up the stairs and down my hallway, carefully avoiding all the clutter that blocks me and my room.
Having finally reached my destination, I look in. Seeing Fluttershy is still asleep I quietly walk in and drop the soup on the bedside table, carefully the love novel that I’ve been reading under my bed (if Twilight ever found out, I’d never hear the end of it) making space enough for the soup’s bowl.
Walking quickly downstairs, without my liquid burden, I go to the living room and grab a pillow and blanket from my closet.
I put the pillow on the old worn down couch and lie my head down on it, carefully tucking in my wings and pulling the blanket above my chest and nuzzle down farther into the pillow; briefly remembering that the reason that my couch is so beat up is because I do this too often.
I wake up to the feeling of something warm push against my back and legs.
Ignoring the feeling, guessing that it is some kind of a dreamy feeling, I continue closing my eyes and trying desperately to get back to my dream (something about Pinkie throwing a party).
The feeling persists, waking me farther and frying my theory that it's a dream, and forcing me to open my eyes all the way.
The decision has immediate repercussions as the light from outside streams in to them.
I groan in groggy pain and close my eyes again and roll over.
I feel some instant resistance and then remember what I opened my eyes for in the first place. I reopen them, only to be greeted by Fluttershy’s face lying on my chest.
I stifle a gasp as I notice that her eyes are still not open, and look around desperately, trying to find a way to escape my predicament.
The only thing that this look around grants me is knowledge that Fluttershy is still naked.
That realization makes me brush in an embarrassing shade of red and close my eyes once again.
Quickly opening them I reaffirm my fear that she is naked and close them again, feeling another surge of warmth on my face.
With my eyes still closed I reach out and lightly tap her on her face; there is no reaction.
I reach out and repeat the process. This time I hear a slight groan and movement.
I reach again and tap her. This time she actually says something. It sounds like something along the lines of ‘No, I don’t want to eat the pie’ but I can’t really make it out clearly.
I poke her on what I decide will be my final attempt to wake Fluttershy up. This time I get a full response.
She rockets up as if there was a fire under her shouting, “I’m awake! Where am I? Who am I? What happened to my clothes? Why am I laying on your couch? What happened?”
Shaking my head a few times trying to make sense of what she just said, all I can get out is a confused, ‘Huh?’
She then stops talking, starts taking very quick deep breaths, sits up, and starts staring at me.
Looking back up at her I ask simply, “What were you doing on my doorstep and why did you fly here in 40 degree weather?”
She looks back down at me and starts speaking at a normal pace.
“I can’t remember.”
I stare at her with a look of pure shock on my face. It’s actually kind of funny, what shocks me about her statement isn’t what she just said, no, it’s how she said it. She says those simple words in a completely normal tone without stuttering or stopping.
I decide to ask another more dangerous question, “What is your name?”
“I don’t remember.” She says it as if it was nothing.
“Where are you from?”
“A tree in the forest, not far from that little town.”
“No no no, where were you born?”
“I don’t remember.” She starts to sound like she’s going to cry.
“Well what’s important is that you’re here now. I’ll see what ou- I mean my friends can do about your memory loss.”
“Really?” She asks now without the sad tone. I take notice that she still doesn’t have her usual stutter.
“Yes,” I answer casually, “And you can stay here until it happens.”
She looks down at me with a large smile on her face and hugs me, squeezing most of the air out of my lungs.
“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank-” She stutters, starting to cry.
“You alright?” I ask, trying to avoid glancing at her nude body.
“Yes, it’s just that you seem like such a good person and I can’t remember you and I can’t remember what I was like before and who my friends were.”
“Well… you were loved throughout the area and had many friends.”
“Really?” She asks, seeming to stop the approaching rainfall of tears.
“Yes, you were one of the most trusted and caring ponies in all of Equestria.” This seems to calm her down some.
Before she can ask anything else I roll over and sit up, carefully making sure not to tip Fluttershy off the couch.
“I’m not sure you noticed, but you’re kind of naked. Now I know you have a lot of questions but that doesn’t mean you should get a cold asking them. Now assuming that you did not bring any clothes over, I’ll lend you some of mine.” I say, trying my very hardest not to blush at what I’m saying or look at Fluttershy’s naked breasts.
“Oh thank yo-” She starts, stopping for a moment “Not to be a bother, but what is your name? Actually, what is my name?”
I look back at her in utter disbelief.
“Well, uh, my name’s Rainbow Dash. Your name is Fluttershy. As I said before, you’re loved throughout Equestria.” I pause taking a deep breath and exhaling, trying to get the Twilight out of my voice, “You’re also one of the bearers of an Element of Harmony. Kindness, to be exact. Which super cool and a honor and a privilege and stuff. In fact, I'm a bearer to!” This time I pause to help her up and get her moving towards my room and clothing, “After we get you into some clothes, I’ll take you to Twilight; she’ll be able to shed some light on your problem.” I continue, dragging Fluttershy up the stairs.
“Who’s Twilight?” She asks, a confused look coming onto her face as we approach the door.
“Oh yeah, right, you won’t remember her, but she’s another of you friends.”
“Oh, well that’s good.” She mutters, reverting to her original tone for a moment.
Finally inside my room, she starts trying on my clothes. She goes through most of my closet before she finds something that not only fits, but looks good too. It reminds me of a punk outfit that I saw a while ago at Rarity’s shop.
After the clothing adventure I take Fluttershy downstairs and into the kitchen. I grab many ingredients off of my kitchen’s shelves and out of the refrigerator along with a medium sized bowl made of metal.
Fluttershy seems to notice that my hands are full and takes the bowl from me, briefly giggling at her own inverted reflection.
Setting everything down, I start stirring most of the ingredients into the bowl.
After a couple of minutes furiously stirring as fast as I can, the mix seems done. As I have done time and time again, I pour the mix into a waffle iron that I had Fluttershy plug in while I was stirring.
I sit Fluttershy down in front of the waffle iron and tell her, “Don’t touch it, but you can to take the waffles out when they look done,” I pause, holding one of my fingers up signaling that the question she was about to ask will be answered, “they look like a light brown when they’re done.” She nods in understanding and swivels on the chair she’s sitting on, looking very hard at the waffle iron.
Laughing quietly, I take off down the hall, heading towards a slightly whiter door than all the others.
I open it and make my way to the shower while shedding layers of clothing.
Reaching the shower fully naked I turn on the water and step into the water and let out a small ‘Eep!’ as the water slowly warms against my skin.
I squeeze a small amount of soap into the palm of my hand and quickly apply it to my legs and arms.
Next I put a bit of shampoo in my hands, rubbing them together to get it sudsy. I apply it to my hair, very carefully going through each strand of hair, making sure to get every one of them clean.
Suddenly I start to smell something else over the soap and shampoo; it smells like smoke!
I hurriedly turn of the water and run into the kitchen, not bothering to grab my towel or any clothes. I figure years of embarrassment will be less of a sacrifice than whatever I’m about to go into.
I finally reach the kitchen after running for what seems like forever.
Looking in and screeching to a halt, I see what happened.
Standing over a burning waffle with her back turned towards me, is Twilight.
Flustered by this sight I close my eyes and shake my head a few times.
Re-opening my eyes, the image of Twilight is replaced with Fluttershy standing in a similar stance. The main difference, however, is that she is shaking slightly.
Taking a step closer I start to think that she is crying.
But she’s not crying, she’s laughing.
Stopping dead in my tracks, I shiver uncontrollably, suddenly aware of my nakedness. This suddenness makes me realize how defenseless and weak I feel in this moment.
Ever so slowly, I turn around, planning to make a beeline for the hall, and onwards to my room or even out the door.
A sudden noise causes me to stop dead.
“Going somewhere?” She asks in a sinister tone, causing me to continue to shivering.
Her voice is accompanied by the sound of water from my sink hitting the waffle iron and a drawer being opened.
“You shouldn’t. I get angry when those I love run away from me.” She says, this time punctuation her last sentence with the sound of the drawer slamming.
She turns around very, very slowly, hiding whatever she just removed from my drawer behind her back.
“Don’t worry though, I can’t remember who I love anymore. I may not get mad if you start running. Though currently you are probably the only person I love, and I would regret doing anything to you, as you have been very nice to me. I guess my last sentence was kind of a lie. Sorry.” She says, finally fully facing me.
I look at her eyes; her pupils and irises are small. She has this scary maniacal smile on her lips stretching from ear to ear.
I swallow my fears, looking her dead in the eye.
I see a great amount of nothingness replacing the usual near-visual aura of love and compassion.
I take a step back, gasping for breath.
Faster than I would have thought possible, Fluttershy unfurls her wings and launches herself at me, pulling her hand out from behind her back, revealing the sharp pointy object she pulled from my drawer moments ago.
Taking another step back I fall over on my rump just as Fluttershy makes contact and takes me the rest of the way to the ground.
She lands on my sitting up, her wings still unfurled, making her look like an angel. The hand with the knife comes around to my neck, pressing the cool sharp object to my throat and dispelling the thought that she looks like an angel. “I told you not to run away from me!” She screams pushing the knife closer on my neck, “I told you and you still ran away!” She continues, becoming louder, “I don’t like it when people run away from me.” She says, her voice suddenly becoming softer. “I don’t know what I’d do without you Rainbow…” She trails off, pausing, “I don’t want to be alone again ever.” She picks up. “I hated that blank white place I was in before I woke up.” She utters, reminding me of my own dream last night. “I don’t want to be alone again, not there, not anywhere” She says, her voice suddenly becomes very quiet as she bursts into silent tears. “I don’t want to be alone.” She says again, pulling the knife off of my neck and pulling it close to her chest with her hands, becoming very quiet.
Her wings still unfolded, she looks like an angel once again.
“You don’t have to be.” I break the silence after what feels like an eternity, “I promise.” She looks at me, her eyes still streaming tears. Her tears land softly on my chest, reminding once again that I’m naked.
She stares at me for a few seconds and I hold her gaze, placing a small understanding smile on my lips.
She reaches down, dropping the knife with a small clatter, and pins my hands down with hers.
She continues her downward descent and leans fully over, placing her lips on my, kissing me.
She lifts one of her hands and places it on my breast, causing me to blush profusely.
I wrap the arm that she has freed around her back, carefully avoiding her wings, and pull her closer. Continuing to kiss her, I sit the rest of the way up and her hand moves off my breast and around to the back of my head, and forward, just up to the back of my ear.
I take a deep breath through my nose and smell her hair. It smells like sweet dead flowers and hot dry sand, a strange alternative to her usual damp forest smell. I dismiss it as my shampoo mixing with her hair’s scent.
I smell something else, but this isn't in her hair.
I abruptly end our kissing session, knock her off of me as I stand up and run to the still plugged in and now flaming waffle iron. I grab the pan she had already filled with water on accident, and dump it on the waffle iron, unplugging it as I go.
I breath a sigh of relief as I turn around.
It’s not until I’m fully turned around that I realize that Fluttershy is crying and has picked up the knife again. She’s holding it on her chest and muttering something under her breath. I take a step close. I hear what she’s saying.
“You promised. You promised. You promised. You promised. You promised…” She trails off realizing that I’m looking at her, “YOU PROMISED!!!” She shouts, tears streaming down her face. I sigh and walk over to her, wondering how I got myself into this.
Reaching her (she’s still muttering) I place one hand behind her head and tilt her head upwards. I lean in and kiss her, abruptly stopping the stream of words that was still streaming out of her mouth.
She looks furiously at me for a second but closes her eyes and drops the knife back onto the floor.
I brake away from her and try to regain my breath.
I lean back down, this time going for her ear, and whisper, “Not here.” Into it.
She looks back up at me, her gaze meeting mine and nods briefly before standing up, and kissing me, as I guide her to the doorway to my hall.
I continue guiding her down the hall and only stop when I feel the center of my back touch the door of my room.
Fumbling around for a second I finally find the handle and twist it, trying to open the door to my room without much success.
Breaking away from Fluttershy’s kiss, I turn my head to get a bearing on where the handle is. Fluttershy moves away from my face as I’m doing this and continues kissing me on the neck and shoulder, groping my boobs as she does so.
I let out a light moan and get the door open.
The pressure that she was putting on me, pinning me to the door, releases as we tumble into my room.
Still madly kissing me, I notice something.
The inside of her mouth do not taste like I thought they would, instead it tastes like an orange; bittersweet with a tangy aftertaste.
“What are you thinking about?” Fluttershy says, breaking away from me and licking her lips while sitting up in a similar position to when she had the knife to my neck in what seems like ages ago.
“Just about what I’m about to do to with you.” I say, blushing and winking at her.
“And what are you going to do with me?” She bends over asking with a sly smile on her face.
“A lot of things...” I respond, looking her in the eyes and again winking giving her a light smile along with it.
“Ya-” She starts, stopping before she can finish her sentence and starts staring into space.
“Yo? Fluttershy? Whatcha doin there?” I ask, looking at her for a full ten seconds without blinking.
“That’s not who I am...” She starts again.
“What’re you saying up there Fluttershy?”
“That’s not who I am.” This time she states it much louder.
She suddenly hurls herself off me and holds her head in between both of her hands.
Then the screaming starts.
The scream sounds like it’s coming from all around me but I can tell it’s coming from Fluttershy.
It reverberates all around the tight room and bounces back again.
The scream seems to truly go on forever but in truth it probably only lasts about half a minute.
Fluttershy finally stops when I realize her eyes are glowing.
She looks at me and her entire body starts flickering like a bad video.
“Help me…” She says as she falls to the floor, still flickering.
Author's Note
Well this is the first time I've written fanfiction in a very long time (
yay!!!), please give me feedback, even if it is just about how sh*tty this fic is. (I'm sayin the ponies are about a 4 on the scale. All credit to the artist)
Blinking five or six times in very quick succession I stare slack jawed at Fluttershy’s now still body, laying on my bedroom floor.
Recovering from the initial shock of seeing one of my best friend’s bodies flickering I stand up and walk over to her, tapping her arm with my hand.
She has no response but instead continues to lay motionless on the floor.
I start to get worried and scared that the worst has happened and jasmine spent the last moments of her life without knowing who me or my friends were and are.
I settle my fears by checking her throat with my thumb and feeling a steady beat under it.
Sighing I pick her up and move her into my bed.
I realize that I’m still naked and grab some of my base clothes (a pair of running shorts and a blue tanktop) of the floor and put them on.
I leave the room with jasmine still out in my bed, with more questions than I had before.
Realizing that it’s nearly two o'clock I head out to a market in Cloudsdale, hoping Fluttershy won’t wake before I’m back.
I go out the front door into a beautiful cool day.
The storm I helped create with my team has dispersed and turned into a sunny day with a gentle breeze and small white clouds to top it off.
I grab a small bag to restock on food, wondering all the time about what I saw with Fluttershy and the emotions I felt during our makeout session (the last bit making me blush slightly).
I walk to the edge of my home overlooking a quiet day in Ponyville.
I take another step of the edge and do a quick spiral on my way through the light clouds that keep my house and all of Cloudsdale in the sky.
As I come down closer to the ground I unfurl my wings and slow my descent.
I stop abruptly when I see Derpy flying up to my house with her usual mailbag slung on her side.
Rushing over I tap her on the shoulder, being very careful not to touch her wings.
“Yo, Derpy!” I say just as she turns around.
“Ahh!” She screams, “Oh… uh, hi Dash…” She says calming down and regain her breath.
“Well… That was certainly a way you could respond to that.” I barely get out in between my own violent laughs.
“Dash! Don’t startle me like that! Nearly made me drop my bag!” She says, nearly yelling and pouting.
“Uh-huh… Well since you’re here, can I get my mail?”
“Well… It’s not really allowed and I can’t get another demerit and I real-”
“Oh come on Derpy!” I interrupt her, “It’ll stay between us, honest!”
“But I can’t afford to-”
“Pleeeease?” I interrupt her again.
“Fine, but if I get in trouble I’m telling them it was your fault!” She mutters a couple of times while scrunching up her face and shuffling through her mailbag.
“Here.” She says as she starts back down to Ponyville on her more orthodox mail route.
I put the letters she gave me into my bag without looking at them (noting a bright red one)
In the town I pick up some food and snacks (soda, chips, treats that I can make in the morning really quickly) from a couple of vendors on the street and a small shop on the ground run by one of AJ’s relatives (cousin? aunt? uncle? No idea, with her family you have to be one of them to know!). After getting a mild migraine I stop at a small medical shop run by nurse Redheart’s cousin, who I only know because of my extensive time in the hospital. I pick up a bunch of assorted medicines on top of migraine pills remembering what happened to Fluttershy.
I notice that there is a much higher number of guards in Ponyville than regular. Taking note of this I open a bottle and take one of the migraine pills, and I start on my way home noticing that the pill doesn’t really seem to be working.
I reach my home around three and open the front door, almost expecting to be attacked again.
Flinching as the door reaches all the way in, I look inside to see nothing out of the ordinary and it’s even a little cleaner than before.
I walk inside, curious at what could possibly be in my own house.
Suddenly I hear a thump followed by a slightly quieter ‘oh no!’ coming from around the upstairs portion of my house.
I walk up the stairs, dropping the food I picked up on the hallway floor.
I finally get up stairs and don’t see fluttershy or anything else, for that matter. The hall floor has been swept and cleared of all items.
As I continue down the hallway, looking into all of the other rooms as I go along, I notice that there is a similar cleanliness about all of the rooms. There’s still some clutter in all of the rooms but they are much better than before.
I reach the end of the hallway and look into my room where I see Fluttershy picking up a stack of old magazines with the Wonderbolts on the front that I had been keeping on my bedside table.
Leaning slightly on the door frame, I survey my room.
It seems much more spacious than it has ever felt in the past, with little to no trash laying on the ground and clothes put into the hamper instead of strune about as if they had been in a tornado (actually, wasn’t that how they got there in the first place?). And in the middle of it all is Fluttershy still picking up my magazines.
Waiting awhile a she goes about cleaning up some more without noticing me, I decide to speak up.
Just as I’m about to say something, she turns around and notices me.
“Yo’, ya’ miss me?” I say, trying to keep the throbbing pain in my temple out of my voice.
“More than you know! It get’s so boring and lonely without you here.” She stops, smiling, “But whenever you’re around, I feel safer for some reason.” She continues, this time giggling, “That sounds really silly, even to me.”
“Yeah… It doesn’t sound much less silly to me either, but I would say the feeling is mutual, in a way I guess…” I start, not really sure where I was going with my sentence, “Anyway… You, uh, feeling alright? You seemed weird earlier and passed out on my bed…” I start again, and again trail off.
“Oh yes, much!” She says, cocking her head to one side, “I remember you leaving the room and when you came back you looked scared of me and then I… goodness! I pulled a knife out of a cupboard and attacked you! I’m not sure what came over me and I’m really sorry Dash.” She says looking at me in what seems to be severe worry.
I look back at her and shrug saying, “Hey, don’t worry about it! Water under the bridge. I’m fine, really!” I walk over to her and take her chin, turning her face back forward facing, “Really.”
“Well… if you say so. After that I remember pouncing you and then we, oh…” She stops and turns bright red before continuing her recap. She gets to the end without stopping (barely) and says that she can’t remember what happened after we fell into my bedroom. After she finishes I remember my migraine and, after thinking on it, find it has become much less severe and becoming closer and closer to being non-existent.
She continues the cleaning of my room. I watch and continue chatting at her and she responds or gives input every once in a while. The whole knife thing comes up again and she starts asking about if it’s okay with me if she stays at my house. I realize the thought of kicking her out had never crossed my mind and tell her that it was still ok if she stayed here and lived with me for a little while until she either regained her memories or we found a way to.
As Fluttershy finishes up cleaning I walk over my now clean room and up to her and place my hands firmly around her hips and leaned in, smirking a little bit as I went all the in for a quick kiss and after she stands there staring at me for a couple of seconds, and I start thinking I may have done the wrong thing, but just until she leans in for a deeper and more passionate kiss.
This time as we break away I feel like my face is warming up, and realize that I must be blushing pretty hard in this moment.
“Sorry to stop this just as it’s getting good, but I haven’t eaten all day Dashie.” She finally says, looking a little embarrassed.
“But didn’t you eat those, oh…” I trail off, remembering what happened to the waffles, “Well, no use crying over spilt milk I guess… Anyways, I can whip something up really quick for you!” I say, already starting to move away from her.
“That’ll be just fine she says” putting her hands on my shoulders and wrapping them all the way around my back,”But for now, stay here with me for a moment. I really do feel so much more at ease when you’re around you know?”
“I know, I know.” I say as I pull her in for a hug instead of a kiss, surprising her and myself. I play it cool and listen to the sound of her heartbeat as we stand there. It feels very strong in her neck which I take as a good sign.
We stand there for what feels like hours, but it’s not as unpleasant as I always expected this situation to be.
I break away first and say something about how we should do something about her hunger and start heading towards the kitchen again, this time with her in tow realizing the sun is just now going down.
After making a quick meal I serve it and continue talking while we eat. She doesn't eat that much at first but she starts eating normally after I tell her that this is dinner. “Is my cooking really that bad?” I ask as she continues to eat.
“No, not at all.” she says, staring in my eyes with a small smirk on her face, “Quite the opposite actually.” I feel slightly awestruck and can only stare at her for a second before responding.
“Thanks I guess, but, why aren’t you eating?”
“Simple;” she says, pulling a bite off of her fork and pointing it at me, “I don’t want to take food from your mouth.”
“BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH” I start laughing, “ Don’t worry about that, I have plenty of food!” I say smiling with a large grin.
Fluttershy finishes her meal and we clear the table. The aroma from the vegetable stir fry lingers in the air as we clean the dishes in the sink, me washing them and Fluttershy drying them.
As the sound of drying stops and I look over to Fluttershy and see her staring out the window above the sink at the sunset. She has a little smile on her lips and looks very very content.
I start to think about the events of today and can’t believe that this cute little smiling person next to me pulled a knife out and attacked me earlier. I start to question if this is even Fluttershy but dismiss the thought after realizing how ridiculous the thought is.
I hand her the last dish looking out at what she was just admiring and letting the water out of the sink. I smile as I stand and look out to the sun setting in the distance and realize that none of the thoughts racing through my head can be dealt with tomorrow. I decide to enjoy the moment and just stand there watching the sunset.
The sun goes down and the moon slowly rises in the night sky as we finish the dishes. I head into my now tidy bedroom and into my bed, which is for once made and slowly drift off into a shallow unrestful sleep.
Right as I’m about to fall all the way asleep I feel a movement at the edge of the bed and a warmth pressing against my back as what I assume is Fluttershy gets into my bed. I roll over to confirm my thoughts.
“Sorry, did I wake you up?” Fluttershy says, seemingly very awake.
“No. Don't worry about it, I was already pretty much awake.”
“Oh, that’s not good, are you feeling alright Dashie?”
“Yeah, fine, just not very tired” I lie, “More importantly, what are you doing in my bed?”
“I was lying on the couch like you said and I got scared at all the shadows that were outside the windows so I came up here and felt I would be safer with you.” She said, showing a little of the old Fluttershy, “Is it ok if I stay with you tonight?”
“Yeah, it’s alright.” I say, rolling over and closing my eyes. I feel Fluttershy burrow down into the covers and get closer to me, the heat her body gives off warming my bed rather quickly.
I close my eyes and let her heat wrap me in a warm cocoon and slip off into a restful sleep.
I wake up the the taste of iron in my mouth and the added warmth of sun on my face. I open my eyes and look to make sure that Fluttershy’s still there. The fact that she is reassures me in a weird way.
I look away and up at the ceiling, the uniform white that all my walls have, before remembering the taste in my mouth.
I move my tongue around my mouth and continue tasting the iron in my mouth. I shiver even though I’m not at all cold and get out of my bed, careful not to wake the sleeping pony next to me.
I realize what I’m tasting and why I’m shivering just in time to rush to the bathroom. I lean over the toilet and throw up, red mixing in with the rest of my puke. I finish and flush the toilet before standing up and looking at myself in the mirror. The pony I see doesn't look like me. I’m pale and have these large bags under my eyes despite how well I slept.
I leave the bathroom and go to the kitchen to put on a pot of hot water. I go about my morning ritual pretending that nothing’s wrong and venture outside to grab my mail (Derpy actually delivered it on time today) and open some of it. It’s mainly coupons on books and random things that I don't read or really look. One of the letters however is not only hoof written but also signed by Twilight.
The letter reads like a notice but basically asks me to meet her today for some kind of meeting and to discuss some issue. The letter says that we have to meet at Two. I quickly write a note to Fluttershy and turn off the stove, disappointed that I didn't get any coffee, before I rush out the door. The clock reads 1:50pm.
I arrive barely on time to a semi-disappointed looking Twilight. She mutters something to Spike before she sends him off and looks at me.
“You’re here earlier than I expected! Good.” She speaks with a slight sense of urgency in her voice.
“Sorry? Anyways, what did you call me here for?”
“Fluttershy is missing. Noponies seen her for days and I’m starting to get worried.”
“That’s all and well but I know where she is…” I say, now slightly mad that she called me out here.
“Really? Where is she?” Less urgency in her voice now.
“She’s in my house, with amnesia mind you, but in my house.”
“Oh. Amnesia? Really? I may have something to help her with that… May I come over tomorrow? Just for a short while of course.” She said, wings flexing a tiny bit as she unconsciously prepared for her flight.
“Sure, that would be fine, but you only get ten seconds once you get inside my house.” I replied, a smirk forming on my face.
“That’s hardly enou-”
“Fine, 30 seconds once you’re in my house” I cut her off, smirk growing.
“Rainbo-” She started.
“FINE! Twist my arm, a minute once you get inside, no more!” I cut her off again, smirk fully on my face.
“RAINBOW! This isn't a time to be joking around! I’ll need at least two or three hours. ” She said raising her voice ever so slightly.
“Fine. Whatever. You’re welcome to stay longer if you want to. It’s no trouble, I don't have work tomorrow either and I really don't have any plans, so you can stay as long as you like.”
“Fun.”
We part ways and I fly back to my house at a leisurely pace, the warm wind blowing against me, easing my stress and relaxing me as the calming sensation ruffles the entirety of my wings and body, and Although my headache returns, it is also easeAlt by my flight.
Though in no hurry, I still make excellent time, reaching my floating house in barely fifteen minutes and once again I open the door carefully into my house as I wait for something to happen.
I kick off my shoes and walk inside the house looking around for any sign of Fluttershy to no avail. I continue until I reach the kitchen, thankful to see a large pot of coffee on the stove which I pour myself a glass of, bitter taste making me feel instantly more awake.
I continue my search and find Fluttershy passed out on my couch with a romance novel over her face, breathing lightly into the pages. I watch her for a minute, calmed by her constant breathing, before I walk over to her and touch her arm gently to no response. I touch her arm again. This time she shakes her head once or twice, moving the book on her face ever so slightly. I pick it up off her face and put it on the couch a
it farther down. I poke her again and she sits up, rubbing her eyes and looking around at my house and blinking her bright blue eyes and squinting at me, eyes barely open.
“Oh hey you.” she mumbles in a warm tone and with a childish smile on her mouth.
“Really? Oh hey you? Is that all I get? No welcome home? No glad to have you back? Wow. Our relationship has really blossomed hasn't it.” I reply with smirk and warm tone.
“Mmmmm.” She says, still smiling and closing her eyes again, leaning back on the couch, “Come ‘ere.” she continues.
I lean over, putting my face close to hers and looking questioningly at her.
She rises quickly and pecks me on the lips before dashing out of the room faster than I can believe, leaving a stunned me to think about what just happened.
I stand up, bewildered for a moment, before looking back down and finding a colorful paper note which I open. In neat handwriting it simply says,
Tag, you’re it!
“OOOOOh you’re going to get it now!” I shout at her, stamping my foot, though the only response I get is the sound of her giggling somewhere in my house.
I set off, sighing, and thinking of the other things I could be doing.
‘Oh well,’ I silently think ‘There'll be another day for that.’ Before I start running after the yellow mare in my house.
Eventually the game ends and we eat dinner giggling as I tell her about the things we have done with our friends and our adventures together, although some of the stories make her look like she wants to cry, the rest make her laugh harder than I believed anyone could.
All of them bring a smile to my face as I relive some of my best memories and shameful moments (and those seem more and more like things I’ve learned from now). I continue with the stories even after dinner, as the taste of food leaves my mouth and the smell slowly moves out of my house through open window in the living room.
We curl up on the soft couch together, her warmth further easing my stress and headache, as I run out of personal stories and switch to reading from the novel she was reading before she fell asleep aloud to her.
We continue this for awhile, switching readers about every hour, until we’re both exhausted and ready to fall asleep.
For the first time of the entire day I feel perfectly fine as we make our way up the the stairway and into my bedroom as we continue chatting and laughing at each other's jokes and versions of the story we were reading, making fun of the main character’s lack of understanding what was happening.
We continue like this as we get ready for sleep, brushing our teeth and putting on pajamas and all of the usual going to sleep stuff that everyone does.
We go into my bedroom before Flutts says she’s thirsty and rushes out of the room to get some water. Instantly my headache returns full first, causing me to groan and burrow into my bed.
Fluttershy joins me and my headache slips away with my consciousness as I drift off to sleep, another day completed and awaiting Twilight’s cure for Fluttershy’s amnesia of tomorrow.
Author's Note
Holy god that took me way longer than it should have, I'm publishing this before a bunch of editing happens, expect chapter 3 faster than this one and for this one to be edited on here!