2 months, 1 day before the fall

2 months, 1 day before the fall

'Danny..'

'Shut up.' He angrily thinks.

A soft voice says, '..come on, look at me.'

'Grr..' he gets angry, he feels a pressure on his neck. It whispers in his ear, it's voice distorted and grotesque.

"Look at me."

A stabbing pain shoots through his neck, he flinches and gasps. He wakes up from his quick little nightmare, picking up his neck from the back of the seat, sitting awkwardly on a bench in the park. Feeling the side of his neck, he figures he must have fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position. He takes a look around while his eyes adjust in a radiant kind of blur, it's still early in the morning. The bright and clear sunlight stings his eyes as he peers and tries to recognize the background.

'Park..hmph.' He tries to piece things together, why's he out here? He hears an eerily familiar voice ask him something.

"..Danny?" Fluttershy asks, Daniel feels something touch his right arm, he glances over and flinches at the sight of her. A split second moment of fear shoots through him, until he realizes it's not what he expected it to be. Fluttershy scoots away, here eyes widen and she darts her eyes at his hands, nervously asking, "W-What? What is it?.."

Daniel shakes his head and tries to shake out his blurred vision, it was obscuring her face into what he thought was an abomination sitting beside him. He yelps, still in the moment out of fear.

"Fuck me, you scared the shit outta me.." He wipes his face and rubs his eyes, the blur starts to fade away as he steadily wakes up from his ill-tainted nap. Fluttershy's a little conflicted on what to say, she scared him? She holds out her hoof to try to comfort him, she pulls away and just decides to ask him something.

"Did..did you just wake up from a nightmare?" She feels a little saddened by this, she suggests upon feeling a little out of place in his current state. "Do you want to go home and go to bed maybe?.."

He thinks objectively, a bit of his anger seeps through. 'You think? I don't want to go to sleep..' He uncovers his face and looks over to her, she picks up on his subtle anger, her ears go down as he asks a question.

"Fluttershy, no offense but..what are you doing out here?" Regardless of his intent, she does take offense from his tone, though she doesn't try to highlight it in fear of sparking some more anger. She simply just looks at him with her pleading eyes, but shortly she answers him anyway.

"I..I was wondering why you were sleeping..so I came over and just wanted to check with you." She sounds innocent enough, he tries to calm down.

Daniel wipes his forehead, he thinks to maybe stand up and stretch a little, his limbs are starting to feel fatigued. He slumps forward and leans his head on his hand, propped on his right leg. He doesn't feel okay, it's not guilt, but something else keeps enveloping in his head. Not pressure, but something else creeps in. He closes his eyes, trying to focus on the emotion, trying his best to try to identify it. He feels dizzy for a moment, he flinches and picks his head back up, he's starting to fall asleep sitting down.

'Ugh..' He should be listening to her, she's only trying to help, even if it feels like she's going the wrong way about it. He glances to the right and addresses her,

"Fluttershy, I'm sor—" He freezes and locks up, seeing the familiar warped flesh along where her face should be, the background starts to phase and distort similarly to the twisted pattern along it's underlining skin. It ungulates as she speaks in a varied warped pitch, Daniel stares at her as his arms and legs freeze in place. It tilts it's head to the right and holds out it's front leg, something starts to jut underneath the skin on it's neck and he looks away as he hears an eerily familiar tear.

"..get some sleep Danny..I'll join you.."

He flinches and slaps it's front leg away as it touches his lap, he opens his eyes and looks back at it. It's not what he expected, again.

"A-Ahh!.." She holds her right hoof with her left one, thinking he just rejected her offer, if a bit violently. She stutters out, feeling ashamed and a little scared of even asking it, "I-I'll just go..if you want me to.." She doesn't wait for him to answer, her inner feelings start to crumple as her fear of rejection creeps in; she scoots away and prepares to leave. Daniel composes himself, trying to excuse his physical response against her. He holds out his hand and tries to pet her, she flinches and puts her shoulders up, guarding her neck from his touch as he apologizes.

"..I'm sorry, I just kinda..hallucinated a bit. I fell asleep for a minute." Seeing her bottle up, he decides to go for her head, the only spot he's familiar with from so much petting with Pinkie way back when they were more able. He peers, seeing something very different about her. Feeling the side of her mane, he asks her while very lightly tugging the bang on her right.

"You..got a haircut. Manecut?"

He questions his vocabulary, trying to change the subject with his discovery. She shifts her focus to his hand, her skin crawls not from fear, but from a bubbly feeling in her stomach. Her ears lower as his hand moves down her head, she feels submissive, letting him continue his odd tangent. She closes her eyes as her wings start to very slightly unfold, her head tilted to her left side, feeling his warm hand against a thinner part of her mane. She answers him, trying to hold herself back.

"Y-Yeah..I just got it this morning.." She begins relishing the warmth, her head started to feel cold despite today's sunny weather, the warmth of his hand feels foreign but strangely soothing. Her ear flicks, her heart starts to go aflutter again from this limited contact as she subtly gets excited again. She feels consoled again, but grateful that he was attentive enough to notice something different; she starts to forget her earlier endeavor entirely in favor for her current feelings. Fluttershy tries to resist the urge to grab his hand again, Daniel suddenly decides to ask something; strangely aware about how she must feel with her short cut mane.

"..and you're not cold?"

He doesn't think he's ever seen her with a short mane, or much of any of the other ponies he knows with any alternate hairstyles other than Pinkie with her long straight hair, only at least once. Fluttershy fails to resist the temptation as she meekly lifts her left foreleg and grasps his wrist, leaning against his open palm with a sense of bliss. His hand on her normally covered fur, she answers him with more of a sensual drive as he strokes the side of her head.

"N-No..not anymore..~" She lightly smiles, her mind floods with suppressed feelings that she's conflicted on whether or not to say, show, or act on. She decides to hold back and instead think it out, unwisely letting him continue to caress her left cheek.

'Stop teasing me..' She glances up towards him, wondering why he rejected her if he just does this anyway. She continues to ask herself another question, trying to piece together his behavior. 'Why..why are you doing this..to me..' She doesn't understand his intentions, he never does this with Twilight or the others, he didn't even do this when he was under her care. She feels conflicted, trying to decide whether to stop him or tell him how she feels about what he does, beyond his lies regarding his nightmares.

'Don't..don't be cruel..' She silently pleads to him, eventually closing her eyes as the combination of her heart and racing mind overlaps her better judgment. He interrupts her thoughts, his hand moves to her perked ear.

"A-Ahh.." Sensual feelings creep back in, her ears twitch in response, slowly lowering as she starts to feel submissive again. Lingering thoughts still try to deny her feelings. 'S-Stop it..I can't..mnmn..~'

All the while, he thinks completely separate thoughts, wondering if he should head home, especially with her pressuring him to go. She's determined, he realizes that as he sighs and suggests a compromise.

"Fluttershy, I'll head home and try to go to sleep..I just won't promise you that I'll stay asleep." He says honestly, which is a bit sad when he recollects it shortly after, "I can't help that..alright?" He looks back at her, still ever oblivious to her body language.

"..Oh..o-okay...~"She's tempted to nip his wrist, she wants to show him how she feels so badly, but her goal of getting him to agree to sleep overlaps her more sensual drive finally. Her thoughts die down very slowly, she lets go of his wrist her front legs start to shake as her mind tries to convince herself to do otherwise.

'Hug him..hug him..' Taking a silent breathe in, she steps down from the bench, stumbling a little from subtle anticipation as she breathes out. She softly coughs and continues with a soft smile, "I'll check on you later..just please try to sleep.." Embarrassingly she flicks her tail, she trots off with a light blush from her impulsive body's action. Daniel's left to lay in peace, at least for a minute until he either takes a walk to Sugarcube Corner or back home. After a moment of weighing the cost and gains, he shakes his head, stands up, and makes his way back home a little ditzy. Mr. Cake doesn't scare him if he'd insist or threaten to make him leave, he's hardly intimidating with that big chin of his and the odd voice he has. However, Mrs. Cake does. He'd hate to be reminded they work at a bakery, and she's within arms reach of a rolling pin.

'Joy..' He's disgruntled by the set of circumstances he's been given, but he told her he'd go try to sleep, even if he really doesn't want to. 'Poor thing.' He thinks. She just tries to help, like every one else, but she can't; not in the way she keeps trying to push him to. Daniel glances back behind him, seeing her disappear behind a few bushes, presumably heading home herself.

'You're starting to scare me..' He's not entirely sure why she is, nightmares painting his friends as abominations aside.

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2 months, evening after the fall

2 months, evening after the fall

'Ugh..' A familiar feeling washes over him, he jolts himself awake, thinking he's just fallen asleep. Strangely, he's in his bed over the covers with his outer shirt strewn about on the nearby dresser. He rubs his eye with his right hand, picking up his head off the extended long bed's pillow and tries to sit up.

"Agh..!" He goes down on one knee off the bed, his head starts throbbing and it forces him down onto the floor. He hears a small patter of clicks and clacks, eventually he hears his door open as he closes his eyes wincing. A soft voice says,

"Danny, go back to bed please.." It's Fluttershy, she pleads with him as she walks over and tries to nudge him back up. Instead she feels his hand on her chest, his eyes are wide and he looks afraid as she looks questionably at him. "...Dan, what's wrong?.." She doesn't look right, her face blended in with warped flesh beneath the skin, the top ungulates minimally mimicking her tone. He closes his eyes and pulls himself back up himself, he figures he must be dazed to see her like that.

'I must be..' He shakes his head, feeling that familiar growing pain, but he tries his best to shut it out as he lies back in bed trying to regain his bearings. He asks a golden question.

"Oi." He stretches his neck, he was laying down oddly. "How long was I out?" He seems to ignore her question entirely.

Fluttershy answers him simply, forgetting his lack of politeness. "Uhm..a few hours..you fell and hit your head." She puts her hoof on his forehead, he keeps his eyes closed at least until the creepy sight-altering problem goes away. He peeks, a little disgruntled at his ever-dropping ability to take care of himself.

He assumes she's ever ready should that problem have arisen at some point, he's in favor of that assumption when he glances towards her mane, slightly in disarray. 'Great. Fuck me..' He lies his head back and closes his eyes again, he knows she must be stressed like he is, they share that much in common at least. She's a bit subtler with that type of feeling though. Fluttershy lightly smiles and pets his forehead softly, her heart starts to beat aflutter again, feeding her mild sense of affection.

'Stop it Flutters..stop it..' Trying to shut out any inappropriate thoughts, she changes the subject matter with an offer. "Daniel.." She hasn't used that variation of his name in a while, she continues. "..would you like some cranberry juice?" She tilts her head impulsively with a warm smile, having picked up that he's easier to reason with when Pinkie does the same. It seems to work, he goes along with her offer, sighing a little visually annoyed at something.

"Yeah, sure." He places his right forearm over his eyes, a feeling of deja'vu washes over, it quickly leaves as fast as it came. He thinks objectively, 'Not like I'm going anywhere..especially with you here.' He's not sure how to feel about that line of thought, she's been visiting a lot to check on him, but now it seems she got her wish to take care of him. Albeit, he thinks she would have preferred if he let her willingly. Fluttershy takes her hoof off his forehead, making her way outside of his room at his cue.

'Hmm..' She ponders as she walks past his chair in the small living room, she's read a bit of the magazine he was reading, not much else other than movie reviews and miscellaneous news. 'He's a little more open now..' She just wishes he would have let her inside to watch over him on better terms other than him passing out. She grabs her saddlebags with her mouth, making her way into the tiny kitchen as she places them on the counter. She planned ahead for this with tea, though she hasn't had the opportunity since it'd get cold by the time he'd wake up. She opens his fridge mistakenly, looking for ice in the freezer, instead she spots a small sealed pitcher of dark red liquid. A quick sniff of the top and she confirms it's cranberry, she takes the handle in her teeth and places it on the counter. She mutters to herself, looking into it's contents.

"Oh..Pinkie brought him some.."

She had a container filled with cranberry juice in case he felt thirsty when she came, should the tea had failed to coax him up. She finds Pinkie's gesture thoughtful, but she's otherwise conflicted on how to feel about it, especially about the chips; he's supposed to stick to healthy food until his next appointment with those biologists. 'Hmph.' She tries to dismiss it, she doesn't want to get jealous of one of her friends, so she focuses on her objective at hand and gets a glass from his cupboard.

"...hmm." He's not one to leave a mess, but she can see he hasn't been dusting around at all inside the house or in general around the kitchen. She places the glass underneath the faucet and washes it out first, placing it back down onto the counter clean and pours some of the cranberry juice from the pitcher into the glass just below the brim. She gets curious and sniffs the container, not satisfied with just that, she takes a small sip from the glass and identifies the taste.

'Sweet.' He likes his cranberry unsweetened, from what she remembers, she assumes Pinkie can't help herself with it because of her love of sugar. Fluttershy starts to feel what she best describes as annoyed, she's not used to the feeling, unwisely she instead acts on it. 'Pinkie..why do you do this..' She pours the glass into the sink and washes it out with the faucet, pouring her own container of unsweetened cranberry juice instead as a replacement. She takes a plate out from the cupboard and places the glass on top, she pulls up her saddlebags from the ground and goes through one of them to find something she came here for. '....erm.' She can't seem to find it, after a minute or so of rummaging, she finally finds the familiar shape buried beneath a recipe book she had tucked away. She bites onto the pill bottle's cap and lightly twists it with a crisp snap sound. She slowly empties one if it's contents, a large cylindrical-like pill from at least a dozen others still inside.

'...maybe I shouldn't do this..' She has her own doubts on whether this is right or not, doing this against his will or against his knowledge of it. A sense of guilt starts balling up inside her, she keeps telling herself she means well. 'It's for his own good..it's for his own good..' She takes a deep breath, picking up the pill lightly with the edge of her lips, being careful not to accidentally taste it as she pulls open a utensil drawer. She places the pill into the glass and she sees it start to fizz and dissolve into the cranberry juice, she stirs it with a spoon from the drawer to dissolve faster. She lightly taps the glass, a clear ding noise as she glances back towards the direction of his room, wondering to herself. '..maybe I could save this for another day..he'll be better in bed and..with me..' Her desirous wants start to peek out, her heart starts going aflutter at the thought of him smiling and hugging her, his hands around her, in an embrace for two instead of a one-sided one. She glances back towards his room again, her thoughts start to flood with tender images, she mutters an inaudible noise as she tries to hold back.

"..mmm..mnn.." She doesn't know what to do, or how to block out her desires, both of them she wants and both of them she can get. She thinks about that last bit. 'I..I can maybe get..that..from him..' She wonders how open he'd be to that kind of idea, she's suddenly beginning to anticipate the question as she lightly nips onto the spoon's handle. 'N-Nnn..~' Attempting to weed out her ambitions, she repeatedly envelopes the spoon handle gently with her lips, eventually just biting onto the end as she starts to rub her legs together. Not being able to control her body's subconscious intention to abrade her thighs sensually, she mutters something she doesn't mean for him to hear.

"Mnn..Danny..~"

She's interrupted by his familiar voice of concern.

"Hey!"

She drops the spoon from her mouth and clasps her forelegs together in embarrassment, bundling up thinking he just saw her, she's spooked by the spoon falling onto the floor and making a semi-loud clanging noise as the ends softly ricochet off the floor spilling a few droplets of the drugged cranberry juice. Daniel continues with his call,

"Uh..you alright in there?" He's starting to wonder why she's taking so long to pour a glass, does she not realize he has a pitcher already with some in the fridge? He's tempted to get up and tell her she doesn't have to get some if she doesn't want to, but he's interrupted by a nervous voice calling back.

"Yes!..uhm..I'm okay! I just..dropped something.." Fluttershy shakes her head, her face ablush with red with her inappropriate thoughts of herself and Daniel, her stronger urges having taken over for a minute there. She shakes her head and decides. 'I..I'll do it..' She takes the plate in her teeth and places it on her back, subconsciously balancing it along her lower back instead as she walks back into his room with a nervous smile. She tries to compose herself, trickles of compulsion still making her back legs shake as she approaches his bedside. Daniel looks over, apparently he's tucked himself in to below his armpits with his arms over the covers, which he instantly ruins as he slowly leans up and grabs the glass. She tilts her head, worried that he may find something amiss, but she's pleasantly surprised when she's met with a warm feeling down the left side of her head and along the back of her ear.

"Ahh..~!" She couldn't hold that noise back, she hears Daniel say something sincere.

"Thank you, don't know how you knew I had cranberry though. Guess you know me better, huh?" That's one way to put it, as she blushes meekly at his grateful comment.

He takes a sip, bitter how he likes it, he takes a few small gulps and places it on the bedside table as he continues to pet her ear. To him, it seems like all the ponies he's met like that, albeit he wouldn't try to be physically in contact with Twilight or Applejack, afraid he'd either get hind legs to the chest or a magic strike to the gut. Either way he figures it may be worth it if they'd crack a smile, or at least tolerate it at least once, they're all good friends and he's better at showing than telling in his opinion. He doesn't know how Rarity would feel, he assumes she may be a germaphobe and might not like touching in general, but maybe a thing for another time when he's hopefully more able.

'Bleh.' He starts to feel a little dizzy, he assumes it's the lack of sleep paired with him making the bad decision to get comfortable, he starts to worm his way out of his bed to Fluttershy's mild disapproval. She tries to take it in stride, debating on whether or not to say something to him. Daniel lies back in bed over the covers, one leg over the other as he places his hands over his chest with fingers interlinked together. He closes his eyes for a second, starting to get a little more dizzy than he thought he'd be. He lightly shakes his head, trying to jolt himself quickly awake, to not much of an effect. He's befuddled as he feels a pressure lean on his right arm, Fluttershy leans in and tries to resist her urges, but it seems too tempting to pass up. She starts thinking of her sensual desires lightly again, but they strike her a little deeper with him so close. She mutters again, seemingly not caring if he hears her or not.

"Mmm..mnn.." Her body acts on it's own as she starts to rub her hind legs together again, her tail flickers as her heartbeat picks up from her body's signals. She closes her eyes, trying to block out and resist. 'Danny..~' She can't take it, she doesn't want to hold back, she wants to jump in with him and she's torn between her desires. She huffs a quick gust of air out of her nose as her ear flicks, her forelegs from alleged weakness. She lies her head down along his stomach, taking a small sniff of his clothing as she nuzzles into his side, compelled by a vivid feeling swimmingly comfortably inside her head. She lifts her right hind leg momentarily, trying to climb up in with him, but she resists her strong urge as best as she can. Unwisely, she inadvertently keeps giving into a few, triggering more to want and desire more. Her right leg twitches, her urges start to take over as Daniel seems to drift off unwillingly out of consciousness. Daniel wipes his face repeatedly, trying to get a foothold onto his reality, slowly but surely failing to keep it consistent.

Fluttershy's mouth open slightly ajar with her tongue peeking out, she faces towards his lower body as she lies on his stomach, her forelegs down towards her stomach and somewhere elsewhere sensitive. She mutters silently as she slowly closes her eyes, her mind racing with passion and traces of lust.

"D-Danny..~" She feels tranquil and excited, more than she's ever been used to. She continues, her voice rasp with traces of a familiar zeal. "Ahh..a-ahh..~" She huffs again, her urges growing stronger, she lifts her right leg; silently relishing the combination of her lower abdomen and leg muscles stretch after being pent up for so long. She climbs onto his bed and bstarts lightly shaking, the feeling of utter embarrassment and eagerness overlapping her fear of rejection. She says, her eyes feel heavy as she lowers her eyes.

"You..you'll.." She gets shy at the very last moment, she finishes her sentence strongly, with an eerily familiar phrase.

"..you'll be alright..~"

Author's Note

Edit: Whoops, accidentally posted a comment instead of an Author's Note....oopsie.

I'll sum up what I wrote. I got a bunch of delays at home, nothing to worry about, had to fix a big mistake from going on and off of editing and adding onto this chapter as it got all jumbled up.

I'd like to thank you all who have read and stuck by this far, especially the people who have watched me :D I appreciate the feedback and favorites, is very motivating to expand and improve.

I often seem to link pony-related pictures when I reply to comments, so will start putting them down here. My head canon (like many others) is that pony's like to be scratched behind their ears, this link below shows that perfectly, even better with Pinkie! I imagine the expressions much like this when Daniel pets and scratches a pony, namely the 5th and last panel! Is so cute~

https://derpibooru.org/502747?scope=scpe733d88054ea5554768afe52c863c3f6a7ec98cc7