My Little Pony: Gender is Magic

My Little Pony:
Gender is Magic

A Friend in Need Pt. 2

Fluttershy's mind raced with thoughts and memories. She remembered a colt who had wept inconsolably the first time it's mane was shorn and every time after. Then she thought of Twilight who had not cared that her mane had been poofed by Rainbow Dashthat first day she'd come to Ponyville, like to her it made no difference in what had happened to it. Then her running away from Rarity when she'd been trying to dress Twilight up afterwards. The colt in her mind would have been ecstatic to have somepony to do that for them and when they had finally gotten to it themselves had tried on dresses for hours, the frillier the better. But Twilight, she had been happiest with the most plain, simple smock that Rarity had presented her for her birthday party in Canterlot. Neither of them had friends their own age as a foal either, Fluttershy realized.

When that colt had fallen out of Clousdale they had been fighting hard to be the filly they really were and, upon seeing their butterfly cutie mark appear, had made the full decision to live on, away from Cloudsdale, as Fluttershy the mare. But Twilight had good friends now that knew her best as, well, a "her", and Twilight was the trusted student of their ruler, Princess Celestia. Would anypony really risk loosing all that? But then here she-he-they were with a freshly cropped mane saying they told Spike everything about who they really were.

The conflict of mind was tearing up Fluttershy. If Twilight WAS like her than didn't want to keep silent at their expense, but then if they were not the sameFluttershy didn't want to say anything at all.She had lived thus far with no pony knowing enough to treat her differently than any other mare and she wasn't about to chabge that on simple intuition. Maybe she would see how Twilight fared before telling them anything. First, though, she had to be certain.

When she came back to her senses it was to Twilight's dejected face.

"Oh!" Fluttershy squeaked. She cetainly did not want Twilight to get the impression that she didn't care. And she did care very much, she realized, because, as different as their situations were, if Twilight was really going through the same thing as her then she wanted to be there for them every step of the way.

"So, uhm, I really like what you did with your mane," Fluttershy began cautiously, "But that dress, erm, well, it doesn't really -well, match the same style?" Twilight sighed and snorted dirisively.

"That is," Fluttershy almost lost her nerve but, unlike her usual self, plunged ahead anyway, "It looks very fetching and all, but-but is that what you want?"