(Flutterdash) The Whole Story

Fluttershy yawned and rubbed Rainbow’s shoulder. She looked so cute sleeping.

SNKka, she snorted.

Fluttershy giggled and slipped out of bed. As she ate oatmeal, Rainbow came downstairs with a tall cowlick on the side of her head. Fluttershy smiled at her as she blearily sat down next to her with her own bowl.

“Gubmornin, Shy,” she mumbled.

“Good morning, Rainbow Dash.”

“Wadda—aaAAAaahhh—what do we gotta do today?”

“I’ve got to feed my animals, and you’ve got afternoon weather duties. And we need to go food shopping, too. I can do that later though. So we can spend some time together, if you want to come help with the animals, and we can eat lunch together.”

She nodded. “Sounds nice, but I need to practice flying. I’ve taken almost the whole week off and I really need some hard exercise before I go too soft.”

“Okay, I understand. Come to my house for lunch?”

“Yeah, that sounds great Fluttershy.”

After breakfast, they headed their separate ways and got busy.

Applejack let Big Mac deal with the chores for the day. She asked him to take up the slack, and he consented without questioning. She needed a while to think, really think, without having to worry about this or that. Without Apple Bloom or Granny or bisexual Big Mac.

She walked among the fields on the outskirts of the village and felt the tall grass scrape against her undercarriage and her legs. She thought about her friends. She could find new ones, that’s how life works sometimes, but she could never find another brother. And nopony anywhere could match all what he was, all that he was to her and as an individual.

It’s not like we have to disown him or anything. Obviously. That would be a disaster emotionally and physically, half of the farm is Big Mac’s work. Without him we’d would never make it. He just needs to change.

Or maybe you need to change.

Someone has to have their head screwed on the right way, and if that isn’t me then who will it be?

Maybe it isn’t screwed on the right way.

She stopped walking and sunk down so the grass reached up and became the horizon and a forest in front of her nose. It smelled earthy and fresh, faintly musty.

Maybe I’ll just lay here for the whole day.

You can’t.

I know.

Get up and just go talk to him. That couldn’t hurt. Maybe you’ll change your mind.

Maybe he’ll change his mind. I don’t want to talk to him. I’d just get mad, and he’d just be all patient and smug with himself.

He’s not smug.

She took some grass into her mouth and chewed idly.

Fluttershy walked through the market very aware of all the eyes on her. But she was going to face this fear for her and Rainbow’s relationship. And because they both really did need food, all they had left was oatmeal and pasta. Why does pasta never run out when you don’t need it? How nice of pasta.

Waiting in line for carrots, Derpy Hooves trotted up to her.

“Hey, Fluttershy. How’re you doing?”

“Hello, Derpy. I’m alright. A little shaken by the all the trouble in town, but I’m managing.”

“Oh yeah, all the banners up.” The line shuffled forward, and Derpy stayed quiet while Fluttershy bought a bundle. They walked together toward the center of the lane, where less ponies walked, and Derpy hugged her. “You’re a good pony, Fluttershy. And I’m glad I can call myself your friend. Heheh, I’m not straight either, and you gave me the confidence to come out to my other friends.”

“Oh, really? Thanks Derpy, I’m so happy for you. So, are you a lesbian too? How did your friends take it?”

Derpy’s smile broadened sincerly, “Yeah, thank you. I’m bi, and most of them took it well. Nopony got mad or anything, but a few were a little wary. And it turns out one of my other friends is gay. It feels amazing being out, just so free and open,” She happily closed her eyes, arched her back like a stretching cat, and spread her wings out as far as they would go. Then stood back up and looked Fluttershy—mostly—in the eyes. “You really give ponies like me a lot of courage, Fluttershy. I want to thank you for that.”

“Oh Derpy, thank you so much!” Fluttershy hugged her close, chest pressed to chest. Derpy hugged back eagerly.

They separated. Fluttershy asked, “Are you staying here much longer? I’ve got a lot of shopping to do; we could do it together if you want.”

“Sure! I’ve got a little while.”

They shopped together for half an hour, and they both rediscovered how warm the other’s company was. Laden with about a third of her shopping done, Fluttershy watched Derpy fly away merrily.

Though the occasional pony threw an angry glance her way, things were mostly peaceful. They were looking up.

A male unicorn she didn’t know walked up to her and asked, “Hey, Fluttershy, right?”

Suddenly fearless, Fluttershy said, “Yes, that’s me.”

“Could I talk to you a second?”

She nodded, and he led her over to an alley, down into it and around the bend so nopony in the market could see them. Then he started, “Hi. I don’t really know you, but I know of you. You’re a lesbian, right?”

He seemed sort of nervous, and Fluttershy thought maybe he was about to come out to her. It was the perfect spot, nopony could hear them if they were quiet. “That’s right. You’ve probably heard, I’m dating Rainbow Dash.”

“Yeah, I have. So you’ve never been with a stallion, then?”

“No, not at all. Why?”

“Well, I was thinking,” he used his magic to gently levitate her heavy saddlebags off her back and a little bit away. “If you had the opportunity to feel what it’s really like you’d change your mind.”

“Feel—” Suddenly Fluttershy was afraid. She backed away toward her groceries on the ground, “No, no, no, I don’t want any kind of experience with stallions, sorry.”

“Oh come on, you haven’t felt it yet. It’ll fix you, don’t worry. Just let me get started and you’ll like it.”

“No!” Forgetting the groceries entirely, she jumped hard into the sky and beat her wings as fast as she could. But he had her in his magic clutch before she could clear the roofline. She tried to yell, call out for help, scream blindly, but he silenced her with his magic. She couldn’t move; she couldn’t talk.

“Halfway through you’ll be having the time of your life, don’t worry,” he said as he set her on the ground, butt facing him. He lifted her tail perpendicular to the ground and stared at her exposed vagina. “Just let me get hard first.” He sat down and started playing with his sheath with a hoof, staring at her.

Every cell, every protein, every amino acid in her body strained against the magic, but she could do nothing. She couldn’t see him. She could hear him starting to masturbate, hear him moan softly. She could feel her exposed self against the air.

“Okay, it’s growing,” he said. He stood. “Mmm, this is going to feel really good, don’t worry. I’m all up now, let’s get started.”

Horror raged in Fluttershy’s mind and body as he laid his forehooves over her forcefully folded wings and lined up his penis. She could feel the heat, the closeness of his penile head as he readied himself. Only an inch away, he hunched back and thrust forward to shove himself into—

A pair of strong, hardened back legs folded smoothly up into the air, for an instant balanced against gravity, and exploded outward faster than they ever had before, and slammed into the cheek and jaw of the stallion. He flew like a ragdoll, and banged thickly against the brick wall of the alley. He made to get up, but Applejack jumped forward quicker than lightning and her back hooves came up again before he could blink, and one hoof crushed the side of his head and the other smashed his horn into shards against the wall. He passed out from the impact and the pain, bleeding from the jaw, cheek, and marrow of the horn.

Applejack’s hooves hit the ground with a sound thump and she stared seething at the collapsed stallion, his penis still hard.

Fluttershy had run away immediately after the magic cut off, and from ten lengths away she looked back up in time to see Applejack return to the ground. She couldn’t speak

But Applejack could. “Fuck you,” she whispered at the collapsed body. Applejack didn’t cuss, ever. She looked up at Fluttershy with softer eyes still burning with righteous fury. They refocused on the ground at once, guilty. “Hey Fluttershy. I was, well, I was trying to find you so I could apologize. And I guess I was just in the right place at the right time. He didn’t, you know, start already did he?” She looked scared for Fluttershy, genuinely concerned.

Overcome with relief and shaking from the adrenaline of fear, Fluttershy ran unhesitatingly up to Applejack and tackled her in a hug. Just barely not knocked over, Applejack swayed and slowly embraced Fluttershy as well.

Vividly, Fluttershy was aware of herself crying. The hot, wet tears pouring down her cheeks, packed with a mix of so many emotions. Her mouth stayed open, letting out a loud, throaty wail and looking like someone had taken a knife to a mouthless pony and cut a hideous hole rapidly, crudey, out of the skin just so it could open in that one important instant. Her hair fell into her face and her skin pulled up around her eyes to help her cry ugly tears over her ugly face.

“AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUW -- HHHHHHHHHH – AAAAAAAAAAAA”

“I’m sorry,” Fluttershy could hardly hear her talking, “I’m sorry, Fluttershy. I shouldn’t have yelled earlier and I’m sorry for what I said. I think I’m changing my mind, about you, but even if I don’t, just because I don’t doesn’t mean I want to just give up on our friendship. I think I’m okay with you being different. Being gay. I don’t know. I want to say, that is, I just. I want you to still be my friend, Fluttershy. And I am so, so sorry.”

Applejack pulled away and held the blubbering Fluttershy at foreleg’s length. Tears trickled daintily, beautifully, down her beautiful, frowning orange face.

“A-ah-hie-hie-hie-Applejack. Thank you-hie-hie-hie-for saving me.” She stuttered in gross fits of uncontrollable sobbing, gasping in air like she’d never breathed before.

Applejack lead her out of the alley. Ponies had started down into it from the sound of crying, and saw them walking out side by side, grimly covered in tears.

Somepony hailed down the cops, and three of them showed up with a police carriage and a two-pony EMT unit. One collected the bone shards and clotted the stallion’s bleeding. It was an ordeal. Every pony in the vicinity stopped what they were doing to watch. They saw the stallion, sex still vaguely excited, and deduced easily what had happened. They had holes to fill, but no one asked questions yet. Had he finished? Did Applejack beat up the pony for her? Did Fluttershy do it? Why was Applejack crying as well?

The other EMT pony examined Fluttershy’s rear end, and when she found there had been no penetration or touch gave her a blanket for the shock and told her to sit for a while and let herself cry. Nearly incoherent, Fluttershy told the pony she hadn’t because of Applejack.

They asked Applejack questions, asked the hysterical Fluttershy questions, and hug around for about thirty minutes after the stallion had already been wheeled away—cuffed to a stretcher—to the hospital. It was for Fluttershy’s sake.

Five minutes into it, Rainbow Dash saw the crowd from the clouds and curiously glided over. As soon as she saw Fluttershy she became a jet, and hit the ground so hard she almost hurt herself. Then she almost hurt Applejack in misdirected anger, until she explained the situation. Then, enraged, she banged crazily against the bars of the police carriage, screaming obscenities and threats. The police pony stopped her immediately, so instead Rainbow fumed silently at Fluttershy’s side, holding onto her as if her own life depended on it, angry mostly at the stallion but also with herself for not being there.

Applejack sat on the other side of Fluttershy, away from rainbow, feeling angry, guilty, and numb.

Eventually, Fluttershy stopped crying. “Thank you.” She whispered to them both.

Rainbow, still hugging her fiercely, kissed her, “Fluttershy I’m so sorry. I should have been there, I should have been there for you.” She buried her face in Fluttershy’s mane, “Are you sure you’re okay? He didn’t get into you? Are you okay? I love you.”

“He didn’t get to me. Applejack saved me. I’m okay, Rainbow Dash. It’s alright. I’m okay. I love you too.”

Pinkie Pie and Rarity showed up. Twilight came. Big Mac came. Derpy, Roseluck, the Cakes, Thunderlane, Lyra, Bon-Bon, Caramel, Flitter, Cloudchaser, Candylane, Tulip Tree, Bookly, Quick Cut, everypony who heard about it and even slightly knew them found them and came to show support.

In the middle of the cautious clamor, Big Mac quietly approached Applejack.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked her.

“Like I want my brother back,” she said, opening up her forelegs and accepting a big hug. “I’m sorry, Mac. If you want to kiss stallions all day long that’s okay.”

“Thanks AJ.”

Eventually, the cops and the EMTs went away. The crowd thinned. The sun came dangerously close to the horizon, and Twilight invited all of them to a sleepover, thinking it might help.

Pleasantly, the six of them found themselves in Twilight’s house. Mostly they talked and gave Fluttershy an easy time. Rainbow left her for second, apologized at least fifty times for not being there for her, and protectively hugged her butt whenever she could physically manage it.

Fluttershy was recovering, “It’s alright. I don’t blame you, Rainbow Dash. It’s okay.” She felt safe with all her friends there, and Rainbow, and while she was even quieter than usual she did smile.

Applejack stayed close to her as well, trying to make up for what she had done days ago, even though to Fluttershy she had made it up in full that day. Rainbow was still mad at her, but she left it alone. Everypony else forgave her, and tried to forget about it.

Twilight didn’t tell Spike specifically what happened, but told him to be extra nice to Fluttershy today. And, knowing enough of what was going on, he played soldier. He took up his post, after hugging and consoling Fluttershy, at the door. If anyone was going to break in, he said, they were going to have to get past him. Even though his figure was not imposing, they all knew how well he could breathe fire now. And he took his job for the day seriously, participating in the conversation when he could but never leaving the door.

They fell asleep on the floor of the living room, everypony sleeping in a circle around Fluttershy and Rainbow, who still cuddled her rump protectively with her own hips.

Big Mac went to his own house. He was tempted to go with the other girls, but knew he didn’t know them well enough and that the last thing Fluttershy needed at the moment was a strong male presence.

Apple Bloom asked him what the big thing in town had been when he got inside.

“Somepony very awful tried to hurt Fluttershy, and Applejack stopped him.”

“Go AJ! Is she alright?”

“I think she will be.”

“What happened?”

“Well. They tried to hurt her, that’s all Apple Bloom. Come on, now, have you eaten dinner?”

“Uh... yeah, I ate already.”