The Flutterheart Diaries

by lilinuyasha

Rating: teen
Tags: Other, Romance, Original Character, Fluttershy, Random, Adventure, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 69220

Even after Trey and Fluttershy marry, some things are still unknown.

Even after Trey and Fluttershy marry, some things are still unknown. Trey, luckily, has kept a diary of his life previous to coming to Ponyville, all the way through the current day. What sort of thought processes has Trey had? What sort of events have occurred since the ending of Flutterheart? Only time will tell.

Published 2011-12-01 04:37:20 UTC
Last updated 2014-09-30 02:10:43 UTC

I

Fluttershy cuddled up next to Trey as he picked up a relatively old journal.

“Now, this starts shortly before I got here...and has continued through all of the big events in our life.” he said, slyly nudging a diamond ring around Fluttershy’s hoof. She smiled, looking at him with those large, blue eyes, encouraging him to continue. He grinned, opening one.

“Now, before I begin, I just want to say that you’re the first pony I’ve ever trusted enough to share this with.” he said, hugging her tight. “I love you.”

Fluttershy rested her head against Trey’s shoulder, nuzzling against him.

“I love you too.” she said.

“Well...here goes nothing.”

Well, I decided to keep a diary recently. A lot of things have been going on recently that have left me a bit boggled.

First things first, though, I’ve been doing well. I know I didn’t mention it, but I got accepted to Canterlot University, studying music. Apparently my works in composition have caught the eye of the princess. That’s just what I’ve heard though. I refuse to believe it. I’m not that good. My pieces were crap. Then again, that’s what I think about everything concerned with myself. Celestia herself wouldn’t contact a simple student like me though. It’s my senior year, not like I’ve got any more to prove to the world, to Equestria. I just want to teach little foals about music. That’s it.

Well, things got a little weird, too. So there’s this mare, Fleur Bouquet, that’s started paying attention to me. I know I’m hot and all, (Yeah right) but she’s paying a little too much attention, if anything. I’m not attractive at all, and she seems to hover around me like she finds the opposite true. Not a creepy kind of hanging, though. I’ll look into it. Maybe see if she wants to grab lunch sometime. Not expecting her to say yes, but, hey, gotta try. Can’t fail if you don’t try though.

Well, anyways, I’d better get to bed. Got a class in 6 hours but opted to stay up writing instead.

Trey

Well things have gotten a little weird recently. Remember when I said there’s been word that Celestia’s taken interest in my works? Yeah, turns out there was a small amount of validity. I got a letter from the princess herself saying one of my works, “New beginnings” is being entered in some sort of contest. Apparently it’s some sort of special deal they have up here. Not sure what it is or what I could possibly win (Not that it will happen.) but, hey, something’s getting a little recognition. Might as well live my 15 seconds of fame.

Meanwhile, Fleur and I had lunch together. Nothing fancy, just one of the restaurants in the college. She and I had a fairly good conversation. I can honestly say that after talking to her and getting to know her for a bit, I kinda like her. Of course, there’s no way things would work out. Frankly, I’m just not the kind of colt ladies fall all over for. Never had a fillyfriend in high school, why would college be any different? Sigh...I’m not meant for romance it seems. Oh well. It’s nice to have a friend at least. I’ve been sort of alone in that aspect for a long time as well. Middle school didn’t treat me kindly, so I just stopped sensing the importance of companions, I guess. Somehow I feel that possibly there were ponies who wanted to be my friend, but I was kind of blind to that possibility. Maybe I’m just thinking too negatively though. Then again, do I ever not?

Trey

Huh. Well Apparently my composition is in the final round of that competition. I don’t know much more than that other than that there’s a meeting. Gotta go and listen to other compositions. I heard that we may have to make another one. Honestly, I don’t know if I can create anything as good as “New Beginnings”. I really don’t like to point out good things in myself, but I do really like that piece. I feel it accurate portrays musically what I wish to happen. I wish to start over with my life, Have a New Beginning...sadly, some things will never be fixed. I guess music is my alternate reality. I slip there, in a place where I can be at peace, where nothing can hurt me...listening to classics. Timeless music. At least something to forget my dismal life here.

Fleur and I met up for lunch again. Now we’re going to try and meet up for breakfast, too. Have our own little Breakfast club. I guess it’d be nice to meet somepony on a regular basis. Who knows, maybe if I play my cards right, I could potentially turn this friendship into something more. But, I don’t want to get too high-headed. When you feel good, something’s bound to go wrong. So just try to carry a neutral emotion. It works for me anyway.

And who’s the being that came up with that “If I play my cards right” phrase? It had to have been a Dragon or a Griffon. Ponies can’t really hold cards very well. That’s a spiel for another time. It’s getting late. I have a breakfast date tomorrow, anyway.

Contest enterer,

Trey

Well, things have taken a turn for the interesting once again.

My breakfast date went over fine, I think. Nothing too special. We’re probably going to meet up for lunch again. I may try and ask her to a movie. Seems a little risky for me, though.

But back to the point, Celestia has asked to see all of the contest contestants (alliteration, much?) for a dinner with her. Dinner with the princess herself? That’s not a bad deal, actually. Course, I’ll probably remain quiet so I can avoid saying something that would mess it all up. “Something’s gotta go wrong, cause I’m feeling way too damn good.” as somepony said years ago. Maybe I’m being too pessimistic, though. I’ll write later,after the dinner.

***

Well the dinner didn’t go over too bad, actually. Celestia seemed to take a liking to me for some reason. Maybe I’m misreading social ques though. That tends to happen a lot. Anyway, we listened to everypony’s compositions, and I must say, I have some pretty stiff composition. Somepony put something in 6/8, my favorite time signature, then switched minor and major modes. His piece almost sounded like some sort of exotic dance, from the land where Zebras come from.

Another piece sounded kind of like mine, in the sense that it was a slow, reflective piece. He maintained that slow tempo, though. He had some nice progressions, and his piece may have been my favorite.

Then there was my piece, which seemed to have everypony there nodding in appreciation. After the slow ballad, I switch to some lighthearted banter, much like the other pony’s piece. Then we go back to solemn. I felt it was a pretty good representation of reflecting on life. Given the reaction, the other ponies though so too.

One of the other ponies asked what sort of prize we could win. Celestia didn’t really specify, but said that it would definitely be worth it. She smiled and looked at me as she said it, though. I don’t think the other ponies caught it, but I noticed. Not sure if foreshadowing or firm admiration at your favorite colt’s handsome body...yeah no.

Anyways, off again to bed and other assorted activities. Going to do what I always do and dream of some sort of romantic image before bed. Might as well picture Fleur, since she’s the only mare I really know here. Thinking of Celestia would just be wrong.

Trey

Well, I know it’s been a while since my last entry. Hard to tell since I don’t date my entries, but let me tell you what’s been going on.

So I won the composition contest a few days ago. My piece is going to be played by a professional orchestra, the Canterlot Royal Music Orchestra, only the best around. Honestly, I feel honored. But the best part is, Celestia said that that wasn’t even all the winner would receive. Not sure what else I could want, though. My piece played for all Equestria by the best chamber ensemble around? Sounds like all I need, if you ask me. I honestly don’t even care about getting paid for my work. I did my piece for the world, not for money. But as a broke, starving college student, I guess I’d need it, too.

Meanwhile, Fleur and I have had several dates. This is the strange part, and it may sound a little unbelievable, but bear with me. So after I took Fleur to the movies Saturday, after the hoofball game (Which we managed to pull off in overtime) she invited me back to her place (that’s not the most shocking part.). I don’t know if she suddenly got possessed by Nightmare Moon or something, but she invited a few friends over to watch her favorite movie. Afterwards, they all left. Then her possessed soul came into play and she invited me to spend the night. I wasn’t exactly sure how to feel, honestly. It’s not every day that some attractive filly you’re not dating invites you to spend the night. The most awkward part is, she got tired and we both wound up sleeping in the same bed. So I have conflicting emotions going on here. There’s the rational pony in me that says that this means nothing and that she’s just really that kind of mare. Absolutely nothing will come of this, that I should just fall asleep and forget about it.

Then there’s the hopeless romantic in me that sees this as a potential sign. This could mean something. That’s the part that kept me awake. Almost like a creeper, I just stayed up, watching her rhythmic breathing, noticing how nice her mane smelled, how soft her coat is...and the fact that she wanted to cuddle up even closer just agitated these emotions. We’re both facing the same direction, and I’ve already got my arm under her head. Still, she scoots back, putting her flank dangerously close to my “Danger Zone” as I’m going to call it. She honestly just put it right against it. In an awkward attempt at whatever sort of emotion I was feeling, I awkwardly moved my hips back, relieving that possibility of something going haywire with the danger zone. She’s attractive, I have to take that into consideration.

After a little bit, she flips sides, facing me. Of course, fillies just look cute when they sleep, and she’s no exception. Once again, what would be considered creepy in today’s society, I just stayed up and admired her. Rhythmic breathing, cute face, soft coat...all the small things I admire in a mare that seem to go unnoticed with other ponies. The romantic in me so desperately wanted to kiss her, or touch her in some fashion, stroke that beautiful face...but the rational, logical pony in me knew better. I have no hope of being with her. Why should I ever try?

After serious debate, I made a little bit of a move for myself. I took my free hoof and lightly touched her cheek. Not enough for her to wake up, but just enough for me to notice just how attractive and how amazing simply touching a pony can be. Seems like today’s society overlooks the small things and jumps right into larger commitments. It bothers me.

Anyways, after falling asleep and waking up multiple times, at around 4 AM (Let me note that her roommate had gone home for the weekend) we both happened to be awake at the same time. I don’t remember how exactly it started, but when we both woke up, our faces were rather close to each other. I immediately backed off a little. She then started talking to me. Of course, I replied, but since I felt like I had morning breath, I aimed my mouth away. Gotta make a good impression you know. Somehow, we got on to the topic of kissing. Not exactly sure how the next part played out, but I think I made a joke, in my usual sarcastic tone, about how she could totally go for it and nopony would know the difference. Then,(Whether she was tired, still possessed, or just plain didn’t know better) she actually kissed me. It caught me so horribly off guard that I just sort of stared at her, unsure of what to do. She returned my stare with one of her own, smiling at me. The romantic in me got fed some sort of wildfire, multiple ideas racing through my head about possibilities, the rational pony trying to provide counteractions to those ideas. Conflicting emotions as always.

Of course, since I’m so socially insecure, I actually asked her, and I quote, “So...does this mean I can kiss you, too?” Which sounds horribly stupid, but I couldn’t bring myself to return the favor without some sort of knowledge of if it was fine or not. She replied, “Well, I kissed you. I think that means you can kiss me back.”

The rest of the night was sort of spent with a mixture of sleeping and assorted make out sessions. Much like the ones you’re supposed to have in high school that I missed out on. At some point she told me that I was a really good kisser. I then shocked her by saying that she was literally the only pony I’d ever kissed. Her eyes grew with confusion, swearing that I’d done it before. I had to tell her that she was, indeed, my first kiss. Not truly my first, but she’s the first mare I’d ever REALLY kissed. Winning a bet in high school doesn’t count. By that time, the sun had risen and school needed to start. Yeah, this happened on a school night. Seems pretty terrible for my school life. She told me that if she had known I hadn’t done it before we could totally have been practicing all night. I then left her dorm to get to my early class, leaving me with a bit of confusion. I honestly still debate whether last night actually happened or if I had some sort of realistic hallucination. Whatever the case, it shocked me.

I know this entry’s really long and detailed, but there’s a lot of things I need to get off my chest.

There are just so many conflicting emotions going on inside of me. I know I probably mentioned this earlier, but it’s bothering me. Should I ask her out? That would be a big risk I wouldn’t like to take. Should I ask her back to my place for a night? That still sounds risky. The romantic in me imagines all of these perfect scenarios where things work out, where she and I are dating, I guess. Imagining kissing her in some sort of perfectly romantic way. Sometimes thoughts of making love, which I know is highly improbable. It’s overrated anyway, but I’ll save that spiel for another time. Anyways, the rational pony in me wants to counteract all of those images with realistic scenarios, where taking a risk doesn’t work out, much like I expect. Where she feels sorry later and apologizes saying she lost herself in a moment and just wants to be friends, whatever the case may be. For every thought, there is an equal and opposite thought. My life seems to be flipped upside down for a bit. Only time will tell me what the future has in store. In the meantime, it’s probably best I don’t think about it at all and focus on my school work.

Hoplessly logical,

Trey

Fluttershy moved her head on Trey’s lap, snapping him out of his concentration. She yawned heavily, trying to keep her eyes open. Trey smiled and closed the journal.

“We’ll read more tomorrow night. Sorry for keeping you up so late.” he said, bending over to give her a kiss. Fluttershy smiled, returning the favor, before managing to drag herself under the covers on her side of the bed. Trey followed suit, getting in bed next to her, turning the lights off.

“Flutterheart?”

Fluttershy made a small grunt, too tired to say anything.

“I love you.” he said, snuggling up close to her.

“I love you too.” she managed to say, shortly before passing out. Trey smiled to himself, giving her a kiss on the cheek before he, too, fell asleep, next to the mare he loved so much.

II

“Rise and shine!” yelled Trey, bursting into the foal’s rooms.

“Just 5 more minutes...” said Anacrusis.

“Nope! Breakfast is ready! Mom made your favorite!”

“Pancakes with hay?”

“...and strawberries?” added Flutterwing.

“Abolutely!” said Trey. “Now get out of bed and come eat!”

Reluctantly, the two foals dragged themselves out of bed, combing their manes, getting ready for the day. Once done, they joined the breakfast table, where Trey and Fluttershy were preparing the food.

“I knew you’d want to have a good meal for your first day of school.” said Fluttershy. “I hope you like it!”

“Thanks, Mom! You’re the best!”

“Oh...well what about Dad?” said Fluttershy, trying to be diplomatic.

“Eh. I’m alright. You’re a lot better, though.” said Trey, nudging Fluttershy a little. Trey took a small bite out of the pancakes, savoring it. Fluttershy was a lot better cook than she let on. She had a lot of hidden talents. Singing, cooking...it all added to the features Trey loved in her.

“Done!” said Anacrusis, beaming. Trey glanced over, finding that, indeed, he’d finished. Didn’t he just get his food 30 seconds ago?

“Now don’t eat too fast...you don’t want to get a tummy ache!” said Fluttershy.

“I’m not, Mommy!” said Flutterwing, who was still half finished. She’d eaten more then Trey and Fluttershy combined at that point.

“You foals eat like Pinkie Pie...” noted Fluttershy, almost amused.

“They’re going to eat us out of house and home...” said Trey.

“But...I like the house...” said Flutterwing.

“It’s an expression, Flutterwing.” said Trey. “Besides, shouldn’t we be heading off to school by now?”

“But it doesn’t start for another 30 minutes! And it’s only a 5 minute trot!”

“It’s always a good idea to be early and punctual.” said Fluttershy. “It works for everything. Trust me.” she added, winking at Trey. “Now, let’s go!”

***

“Are these the infamous Bandmaster’s children?” asked Cheerilee, smiling.

“Infamous? Oh, they’re not that bad.” said Fluttershy.

“Oh, I’m sure they’re perfect. It’s good to see their bright smiling faces!”

“Told you she’d like it.” said Trey, nudging Anacrusis.

“Now come on, Flutterwing...” said Fluttershy, nudging her along. Flutterwing tried to hide behind her mom, afraid to greet Cheerilee. She clung tightly onto Fluttershy, afraid to let go.

“Flutterwing, it’s going to be alright. We’ll be right back here after school. We’re not leaving you.” said Trey, smiling down at her. Flutterwing slowly nodded, hugging Fluttershy even tighter, before slowly letting go to hug Trey. Trey beamed at this, patting her on the back.

“Just have fun in there, alright?”

Flutterwing looked up at Trey, with her big blue eyes. She had her mother’s eyes. Seems nearly all of Fluttershy’s traits went to her. She smiled.

“I love you, Mom. I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too.” said Trey and Fluttershy in unison.

“Now, go get ‘em, tiger.” Trey said, as Flutterwing galloped off, smiling as she stepped into the classroom.

***

Well, life seems to have gotten more interesting and unpredictable.

So you know how I said that Celestia had another prize for the winner, aside from the major performance? Yeah, I got notified of it today. Apparently, I get to be Celestia’s personal composer for an undefined amount of time. I have no idea why Celestia has taken a liking to my work, Honestly. They’re not even spectacular compositions. Then again, I always say that about everything I do. Here’s to an undetermined amount of time of being Celestia’s personal musician. She’ll get tired of me soon.

But one pony who’s not getting tired of me yet is Fleur Bouquet. After that night I stayed over, she asked to have me over yet again. I told her I’d think about it, seeing as she asked me after lunch. I honestly had to debate it. On one hoof, I think the physical contact could lead to something special. On the other hoof, the physical contact could lead to something special. It’s like two sides to the same same coin. If something special happens, it’s probably a good thing for me. (Let me clarify special means a relationship.) It would probably help develop me as a pony, seeing as my anti-social ways, especially since I don’t understand relationships at all, hinder me from any potential contact. I shut myself off from what I don’t understand. And frankly, I don’t understand Fleur, what she’s doing, what she’s trying to do. So, perhaps this could help me open up and start to understand the world of today, where relationships don’t seem to function like they did 50 years ago. I understand the world of 50 years ago. I can function in that world. Modern days? No. I don’t understand it. Maybe she can help me to do so.

But on the other hoof, getting involved in a potential relationship, even though its a little far fetched, is a risk. I don’t know if I’m ready to take risks. I’m 20 years old, I know I should be, but after my past of taking risks...I just can’t afford to. Anyways, There’s always been two parts of my mind to a relationship in general. The part in me that wants one, and the part in me that knows better. Basically, while I so desperately desire some sort of love and affection from a mare, I know a lot better than to bring that upon her. She deserves better, honestly, and I won’t let her settle for me.

Anyways, I decided that I’d put it off till the weekend. My roommate will be gone, so I’ll invite her for a movie. Perfectly normal stuff. But then most likely she’ll want to cuddle like she did the other night, and I’ll have to battle with those mixed emotions again. Half of me looks forward to it, half of me doesn’t. That’s the way it works. I can never be so fully agreed on one thing. There’s always a counteraction to the positive things.

Counteracting the positive,

Trey

I’m almost scared to have Fleur come over. I’ve put off thinking about it, but repressed sexual thoughts have taken over again. Sex just sort of...scares me. Just the thought of that kind of contact makes me highly uncomfortable. I know I should be over this, but I’m not.

Honestly, I think sex wouldn’t be that big of a deal if there wasn’t a pony on the other side capable of emotion. The times I’ve come into sexual contact, mostly referring to accidental flank contact, I just get so overcome with a sense of guilt and shame that I can hardly stand it. The thought just sort of sticks with me for a while, like some thoughts tend to do.

I don’t know...it’s just such a private subject. It should be anyway. I’m such an old soul and this generation seems to treat it with such high regard, almost condoning having it before marriage. It’s all over movies. Hell, even the culture. I always overhear ponies talking about how they’d totally do so and so, how much sex they’ve already had, how they love it so much. Then there’s me, that one male out there who is scared to have it. Scared to try it, scared of the contact, scared of the failure that is typically associated with such relationships.

Anyways, Fleur comes over tomorrow night. This is just a little bit of all the multiple thought streams I’ve been having in my head. I’ll never find peace of mind in these matters.

Restlessly thinking,

Trey

Well, Fleur stayed over last night. All in all, it was a relative success. Relative, since I don’t know what our modern society calls a success and if I would be considered having one. It felt like some sort of victory for me personally, anyway.

Basically, nothing new happened, for the most part. We put on a movie, cuddled, make out sessions, the usual things that have been happening recently.

The only part that stood out, though was when she decided to back up close to my danger zone again. You can probably deduce the disaster that happened. To me, anyway. Basically, her flank somehow managed to nip my danger zone, lightly touching it. I don’t know if she was asleep or not, but I immediately moved my hips back again. It was at this point she muttered “I’m so sorry!”

Then an awkward conversation ensued where I tried to reassure her-and myself-that it was just an accident and that it was alright, no hard feelings. Well...yeah. Kinda lied to both her and myself about that. I felt so severely uncomfortable after that I was almost on the verge of tears. Only I would get that emotionally upset. Sigh...

On a semi-related note, I’ve been skipping my medication irregularly. Maybe I’m a bit more emotionally volatile because I’m not properly medicated.

But yeah, after that incident, the rest of the night went over pretty smoothly. Free weekend. Time for hoofball and composition.

No idea what to feel,

Trey

***

“So, how was the first day of school?” asked Fluttershy as she and the rest of the family trotted home.

“It was pretty cool.” said Anacrusis.

“It was kinda fun...” said Flutterwing. “Can we go back tomorrow?”

Trey and Fluttershy laughed at this for a few minutes, as Flutterwing looked at them with a look of curiosity, wondering what they thought was funny.

“Of course you can.” said Fluttershy, smiling down at her.

***

“What is wrong with our children?” asked Trey.

“What’s wrong? I think they’re fine...” said Fluttershy, pinning her ears back.

“No, I’m being silly. They like school. Normal foals never want to go. We have some pretty weird kids.”

“Oh. I guess that’s kind of atypical...but I’m proud of them regardless.”

“Oh, I couldn’t be happier with them.” said Trey, kissing her cheek. “Now...do you want to hear some more?”

“That’d be nice. I never knew some of these things about you.”

“You learn something new everyday.” he said, getting his journals again. “Now, where were we?”

Weekend went over pretty well. Fleur and I met for lunch. Other than that and the usual competitive sports games, nothing much eventful happened. Guess there’s not really much to write about then.

bored,

Trey

Well life’s interesting yet again. Seems like my life was bland and boring until I got to college, and now all the important stuff is happening. Friends, social activities and circles...relationships...

Yeah, Fleur and I are kind of dating. Well I say kind of. We’re all but official. I mean, hell, we’re already kissing, shouldn’t it be a commitment? Apparently, she’s afraid to get in a relationship (Where have I heard that before?) because she wants to make sure things would work out for a while before we got too heavily involved. We’re already making out, I already feel we’re heavily involved, but whatever. I don’t understand the way things work in these matters, so...yeah.

Not sure what to think,

Trey

Apparently Fleur wants to get her friend’s approval before she officially calls it good. She has a thing where her best friend has to give an official seal of approval before she can date me. Is this common amongst mares?

Unsure,

Trey

1-23-11

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Now on to business.

Been a few months since I wrote. I’m going to start dating these things.

As of 10-11-10, Fleur and I made it official. She was so impatient she decided to make it official shortly before her friend came into town to visit, to give me the look over. I passed her test regardless.

But, the thing is, we’re coming up on 4 months, and I don’t know how our pacing is going. I’m not going to lie...I feel awkward admitting this, but I’ve gone further with her than I could have ever wanted or imagined. We’ve exchanged oral and I’ve even hoofed her. But enough about that. She’s helping me get over my past. I’ve confessed everything (almost) about my past to her and she didn’t run away. She figured out my self-mutilation, my cutting scars, my suicide attempts, and never ran away. That, to me, means more than all of our passionate kiss exchanges. we’re going on 4 months in February. she’s currently sleeping on my bed. I love her so, so very much. We’ve set our minimum dating goal as 2 years...so I’m happy. Yet, I won’t think too far ahead. I’m going to get through this day by day. If she’s mine for another day, I was successful. Maybe thinking like that isn’t healthy, but I can’t help but be cautious. I want Fleur to last. She’s all I’ve ever asked for, well worth the wait. But of course, I’m always worried about screwing it up. She’s so beautiful, inside and out, and I refuse to do anything to hurt her in any fashion. It just wouldn’t be right. So I constantly worry about being a good pony. A good Stallionfriend. I need to be the best. I need to STAY the best for her. She’s the greatest Mare I know...she’s better than me. Smarter, Better, Greater...if I were as good as my Grandfather, I’d be equal with her. That’s saying a lot. She’s out of my league. Far, far out of my paygrade. And she’s taller. (-_-) Whatever. Nothing I can do now or ever, and I’m NOT wearing heels.

Proud, determined, bewildered and lucky,

Trey

IV

12-26-11

Christmas passed. Not much happening otherwise. Glad to spend family time with my family. Since they’re my family. Families have family time, and this joke is getting old. Better not tell it to the family.

I’ll be finishing school next semester, ready to trot out into the brave, wide world of Equestria to provide music education to foals willing to learn. At least, I would, if Celestia didn’t already privately hire me. Not even out of college and she wants be to be her private composer. Apparently she doesn’t like the currently royal music, and wants me to compose something modern. I actually like what we have now, but then again, I’m the classical music pony.

Ready to get this next semester rolling though. Not sure how often I’ll be able to write, since I’m bound to be busy.

Busy relaxing,

Trey

1-12-12

Well, the new semester is under way. Already, I can tell I’m bound to have a lot of work. Celestia’s giving me a lot of free time as far as my composing and work for her is concerned, so I can put my real work on the front shelf and the other stuff in the back seat. I know that was a mixture of two metaphors, but it made sense at the time.

Meanwhile, Picture Perfect told me that Fleur is transferring out of Canterlot. Apparently, her preferred degree program isn’t offered here. Makes for less awkward run-ins where she usually stares me down as I walk by. Honestly, if I see her, it’s hard not to look. I know it’s better for me to do so, and I have the patience and will to not look at her. But just knowing what we were to what we are now is very upsetting. I told her everything, and now, I can’t even talk to her at all. Chalk it all up to the lies she fed me in my emotional vulnerability. I’m better off not loving anypony for a long time. I need to be more selective in my choosing, I guess. Maybe wait till college is over. I don’t think I’ll find anypony here.

Selectively browsing,

Trey

2-2-12

Finished Celestia’s new piece. After a listen to it, she absolutely loved it. A few revisions needed, but I wasn’t expecting her to find it perfect the first time. She says if all goes well, she’ll have Octavia and her small ensemble play it at the Grand Galloping Gala. Not a huge fan of large social gatherings, but it’d be interesting to hear my work played and the crowd response. After that, I can leave. It’s just not fun without somepony to be there with, you know?

Still looking for somepony with all the qualities I desire. Shy, background, nice, kind, caring, gentle...sigh...maybe my standards are too high. Maybe they’re not high enough. I know better than to change what I want. Fate has a way of bringing us what we deserve. Maybe I just don’t deserve that mare yet. Maybe fate doesn’t want her paired up with somepony like me. I know that I’d deserve her, but she wouldn’t deserve me. Not conceitedly, she could just do better.

Bleh, I got lost writing and I rambled. I need to get to bed anyway. Long day tomorrow.

Rambling,

Trey

3-2-2

Exactly a month after my last entry. Interesting.

So the Grand Galloping Gala was last night. I made the necessary adjustments to my piece, and Octavia and her small ensemble played it. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting the crowd reaction. It was almost unanimously loved.

I was about to leave after it was played when Soarin, a member of the Wonderbolts, our local aeronautic stunt squad, caught me, inviting me to hang with them. Being a pegasus, it’s essentially a sin not to like them, so I agreed. Of course, almost as I expected, they wanted me to write some “badass” music for their new routines. I’ve always loved fight songs, so I guess it’s about time I tried my hoof at one.

The rest of the gala went over rather smoothly. Wound up staying for the entire thing and then some, talking to the Wonderbolts and other assorted ponies. Then, Octavia, usually one of few words, started a conversation, asking me about my inspiration for the piece. She liked playing it, and wanted to know if there was anything else I could write for her. I’ve got a lot on my plate this semester with extra-curricular activities it seems. Will I even have time to finish my school work?

Am I going to pass?

Trey

3-24-12

Life is getting interesting, yet again.

I finished the piece for the Wonderbolts not too long ago. They liked it. Loved it, actually, and provided a bit of financial compensation. I wasn’t expecting that, honestly. Octavia payed pretty well, too. More than I can say about Celestia.

Apparently I’ve been keeping journal entries. I found this one from middle school. Now that I think about it, I do recall keeping a journal for a bit in middle school. It sucked, and a teacher told me the best way to get it out was to write. I never forget things, but I somehow forgot about my journal. Here’s an entry I found digging around my room.

I’ve been thinking hard recently. (Uh oh...) The more I think about sex and love, the more I come to the conclusion that love is real, Sex is real, but making love isn’t. Love, I’ve “Felt”. Sex, I unfortunately experienced. Making love, however...first of all, if something can be exploited, it’s overrated (Then again, desire fills our carnal lust). Second, it just seems so undignified. I can’t think of many ways for sex to unfold with full foreplay, intercourse, and semen spilling as dignified. For a colt, spilling a load where everyone can see it just seems to primeval, and to have it left anywhere, especially on somepony’s body, or just visible, seems so carnal and evil. Third, having sex after knowing somepony for so long, marrying, knowing full well what the other pony is like, then proceeding to invade, yes INVADE their insides. Sex. “Making love”. How can somepony screw somepony they’ve known for so long without feelings of shame or guilt? I feel guilty after a kiss. I’m the only pony I know who feels like this. I can watch porn because I’m alone. I just can’t get physical with other ponies. I just have problems where mares are concerned. I hardly touch mares I know (Shoulders, anything) without some sort of recognition. I need to be positive they’re okay with it. Normal people see it as a hug. I see it as a potential place to hurt ponies. The times that I’ve even touched a flank (Accidental and intentional) I get so overcome with a severe sense of unrest that plagues my body and doesn’t leave. Mostly referring to accidental, just the fact that I even managed to feel a flank on any part of my body (Chest, arm) sickens me. Not the mare, but just the sexual contact...scares me. I’m pretty sure no marriage of mine would ever last because I could never fully satisfy my wife. If I can’t stand touching, how could I stand sex? I believe it’d be easier to screw a stranger than a life-long lover. Then again, I wouldn’t know.

And now I do know. Honestly, not much changed. It wasn’t easy to have sex with Fleur. At least, my emotions afterwards didn’t let me think so. It wasn’t easy to have sex with any of those strangers, either. Sex just doesn’t appeal to me, and that bothers me. I have a gender role to keep. Yet...I can’t.

Still ever persistently developing thoughts about love,

Trey

4-1-12

Happy one year away from you, Fleur. Hope it was worth it.

I know that if I’m ever going to be happy in life, I’ll have to take chances and apply myself. I need to stop worrying about rejection...but it’s too hard. My little web of insecurities entangles me...and chokes me...one thing I have working against me is my inexperience. Plus, my desire for physical contact but my lack of daring. If I ever want to be a successful Grandfather, Father, Husband, or friend, I need to take risks. Why can’t I be normal?

Constantly wondering,

Trey

4-5-12

My sister broke up with her bf...again. My mom said not to let their relationship distort my views. Too late. There’s just too much heartache going around. It pisses me off, too. I have so much to offer but I can’t convey that. I don’t have the balls to act. Mom said to make the end of college a new start. I hope I can. I’m going to fail as usual, though. Anyways, I’m rather tired, so I’m going on to bed. Night.

Looking for love in all the wrong places,

Trey

4-16-12

On the outside I’m lying, on the inside I’m dying.

Getting depressed again. Missed my medication, so my depression’s stronger. Therefore, so is my depression about being single. I’d write about it but I’d be saying the same stuff I always do.

Celestia now added me to a payroll. I’m earning lots of money for writing music. Woopie.

Bleh,

Trey

5-3-12

School’s ending soon, and I’m ready to graduate. Celestia already hired me so I don’t have to worry about finding a job. Still wouldn’t mind being a band director though...sigh...it’s a good start though.

Starting,

Trey

7-10-12

Huge break in writing. Sorry about that. Been too busy getting money, mares, and moolah. With the exception of the mares, of course.

Graduated with honors. Not the highest in the class, but pretty far up there. Got my degree, what more do I need?

Written three major symphonies that have been played across Equestria. Oddly enough, a lot of high schools have been popping up that want me to write a fight song for them. And school song. They’re a new school, so why not? Seriously doubt that there’s not another composer out there they would want more than me. But yeah. Best get started, I’ve got 5...no, 6 high schools to write music for. I have till the end of the month.

Writing my life away,

Trey

8-11-12

My sister’s birthday is tomorrow. I’d best get her something. She doesn’t care for classical, so writing a song for her is out of the question.

The high schools love the fight songs. Wrote some according to their mascots. Snakes, rams, chargers, oxen, whatever. Made it sound snaky. Whatever a snake sounds like. The entire piece isn’t just them hissing. And I’m rambling again.

The high school in Ponyville posted a job offering. they want a...you guessed it...band director. Without thinking, I posted an application. I hope Celestia doesn’t get too upset with me. I’d better break the news to her tomorrow.

Hoping for the best,

Trey

8-12-12

So I broke the news to Celestia. I told her that I had to move on, that I needed to teach others about music. Told her about applying for the job. She told me that they would accept me, so I shouldn’t bother saying “if” in my time.

She was actually pleased to hear it. She said that I was a great student, she enjoyed having me, but that she wanted me to do in life what made me happiest. I thanked her for her time, told her that I’d only be a town away, should she need something. All I need to do is hear back from Ponyville and we’ll be square.

Square,

Trey

8-15-12

Waited to get it all done in one entry.

Ponyville contacted me, telling me that they were astounded that I applied. They told me I was a little overqualified, but that I should come in for an interview anyway. They acted a little strange around me, almost like I was the princess herself. They hold me in high esteem, I guess.

After I went home, I received mail telling me that I had been accepted, and that the job starts next month. I literally jumped for joy, the only time I’ve ever done so, and galloped to tell the Princess. She was ecstatic (Or so it seemed) to hear that I’d been accepted, and wished me luck in Ponyville. She said she knew somepony there, recently sent her there for something. I was too excited to catch the name. Oh well. I messed up again. But things will get better. I’m off to a fresh new start in Ponyville. I move out day after tomorrow. I’ll be sure to write immediately afterwards.

Excited,

Trey

“NOW we get to the good stuff.” said Trey, smiling at Fluttershy. “Sorry it’s taking so long.”

“Oh, I don’t mind.” said Fluttershy. “I find this very interesting. If you still have that journal from middle school, I’d read it...but only if that’s okay with you of course...”

“Oh, sure.” said Trey, a little surprised she was genuinely interested. “I’ll find it. I’ll let you read it on your own time, though. I want to share the Flutterheart diary together. The other one doesn’t matter as much.”

“Oh. Well it matters to me...” said Fluttershy.

“Oh. Well...I guess it wouldn’t hurt to read a small amount from it before the real stuff.” said Trey, smiling at her. “You’re the real stuff.”

Fluttershy blushed, giving him those eyes he loved. “Well...I guess you could say that...”

Trey laughed, kissing her before turning the lights. Tomorrow was a brand new day. Tomorrow, he would read her what really went on in his head when he first met her. He was slightly apprehensive. This would go over either really well, or not well at all. They both knew the ending, so it was bound to work out. At least, that was the plan.

Trey put aside his pessimistic thoughts and laid his head next to Fluttershy.

“I love you.” he told her.

“I love you, too.” she said, kissing him lightly.

V

8-17-12

Well, I officially settled in to Ponyville. Just a quiet move in.

At least, I thought it would be. So there’s this mare, Pinkie Pie, whose talent is apparently throwing parties. Though with the amount she laughs, I don’t see why it wasn’t that.

Anyways, when she first noticed me moving in, she introduced herself. And by introduced herself, I mean gasping loudly and dashing off elsewhere. I couldn’t help but laugh out of whatever emotion it was. Regardless, I got an invitation from her later, where I was informed there was a party in my honor. Seems a little excessive for somepony like me, but whatever.

Since I’m kinda socially awkward, I just sort of did what I do best and meandered about aimlessly with no particular purpose, drifting in and out of assorted conversations. I actually had about 5 ponies introduce themselves. Pinkie, whom I mentioned earlier, saying we’d be the best of friends.

Then there was Rainbow Dash, a rainbow maned (Go figure) Pegasus who seemed to take a liking to me due to my mane’s colors and the fact that I’m a Pegasus as well.

Then there was Rarity. She was an interesting character. She’s pretty, I’ll admit. But she seems to think quite highly of herself, saying that she must have been mentioned earlier. She ended it by saying that she’d be more than happy to fix up a nice suit for me, a handsome colt, should I stop by her shop, the Carousel Boutique, where everything is “Unique and chic and magnifique” or something like that. Nopony’s ever called me handsome other than Fleur, and I’m kinda weird in the sense that I don’t like compliments. It was odd to hear, but it certainly provided a warmer welcome than a simple “Yo, shop at my shop.”

Then there was Twilight Sparkle, a purple unicorn who lives at the library in town. She started the introduction by telling me that if I needed any books on music theory, she was bound to have some. Not like I need it, but she seems a bit socially awkward as well. She also seems very smart. Not met anypony else yet that displays the same intellectual level I have, not to sound rude or boorish. She seemed nice enough.

Then there was Applejack, an earth pony who works at the local apple farm. Apparently, they’re all one big family. She didn’t say much, other than that if I needed apples or apple accessories, she was my go-to pony. Not sure what she means by “Apple accessories”, but alright.

As I watched one of them trot back to their group, (All of the 5 seem to be good friends.) there was one other pony in the group, a yellow/tan Pegasus with a pink mane. She obviously was quite shy, and didn’t seem to have the bravery to come up and talk to me. I’ve always had a soft spot for shy mares. So, in true hopeless romantic/creeper fashion, I drifted in and out of conversations, keeping my eye on her. When she started trotting to the punch table, I quickly scampered there myself, pouring a glass. Before she started to fill hers, I offered her the one I just poured, telling her she could have it. She took it, but pinned her ears back. She didn’t seem like she knew exactly how to respond. I’m used to causing awkward silences with my sarcastic sense of humor, but this was just weird. I decided to break the silence by asking her what her names was. She just sort of mumbled. Since I have a hearing disability and the crowd wasn’t helping, I asked her again. She mumbled again. Since I didn’t want to make things any worse than it already was, I just told her it was nice to meet her, though I still didn’t catch her name. She then trotted off back to her friends, thanking me. I happened to notice out of the corner of my eye that she looked back in my direction, as if checking to see if I was still there, debating whether to come talk or not. I wish she would have.

No sooner had I got done with her than I met a baby dragon, named Spike. Horribly original in naming, but whatever. He gave me the lowdown on everypony in that social group I mentioned earlier. I asked him what the tan ones name was. Fluttershy, he told me. It only seemed appropriate that “shy” was in her name. Now that I know her name, I can try this new start thing. Get to be good friends with her. I know better than to even hope for romantic attraction. I just moved here, it’d be weird to be liking somepony right off the bat. But, I’m a weird guy, and she caught my attention, I’ll admit. Things could never work out, but that’s alright. I can dream.

Anyways, the main 6 I mentioned decided to stay a little late afterwards, chatting me up, learning about me. Twilight seemed interested to hear that I did work in Canterlot. Not sure why. Rarity seemed to dislike the messiness that comes with hard work, and Applejack seemed interested that I didn’t mind working with the “Little rascals” as she called them.

Fluttershy seemed eager to ask a question, but Pinkie Pie soon interrupted, telling me that I was cool and we should hang out more. I obliged her. Twilight, who seems to be some sort of leader of the pack, so to speak, told everypony else that it was probably time to go, since I had school in the morning. They all agreed, leaving in single file fashion. Fluttershy was last, so I called out to her. She seemed a little surprised I talked to her, but asked me what I wanted. I told her I simply wanted to know what sort of question she had earlier. She got a little sparkle in her eyes, as she remembered, but opted to tell me that it wasn’t important. What happened next was pretty atypical of me.

After she told me it wasn’t important I said something to the effect of “Oh. Well I look forward to seeing you again!”. It wasn’t until after I said it I realized how weird that sounded. Oddly enough, she responded with a “Oh, yes, but only if that’s ok with you...”. She seemed a little apprehensive, like she doesn’t want to hurt my feelings or be a bother. She could never be a bother to me. But maybe I just don’t know her well enough yet. I simply told her I’d like that.

Then I immediately came here. Multiple reasons: I told you I would write immediately after I got here, but also to write out my thoughts going on right now.

Guess what? It’s happening again. I’m going back to my old habit and picturing myself in a relationship with somepony that captures my interest. Of course, I dream and daydream about romance often, but daydreams have gotten too specific already. Can’t seem to get Fluttershy out of my head...the yellow coat, the pink mane...she seems so kind and gentle, which is all I’ve ever asked for. I know I don’t stand a chance with somepony like her, but I can still admire from afar, which is all I ever do anyways. Sigh...I’m so hopeless.

Ready for a new start in Ponyville,

Trey

8-18-12

So during practice today, I could have sworn I saw Fluttershy in the distance, watching practice. I wanted to talk to her, of course, but practice wouldn’t go by fast enough. Odd, considering it usually goes by so slow. Anyways, I tried searching around the square where I saw her, to no avail. I’m pretty sure she was running some errands coincidentally, but one part of me keeps wanting it to be something more, like she simply wanted to see me for the hell of it. I know I wouldn’t mind seeing her for fun. I’m just going to let my mind duel it out. Seems like the “It didn’t mean anything” part of it is winning. As always.

Mentally dueling himself,

Trey

8-19-12

So today I got this crazy idea and ran with it.

After band practice, I decided to try and find Fluttershy. Whilst roaming Ponyville square, i was taken aback by Pinkie Pie, screaming “HI!” in my face. I fell to the ground off guard. She asked me if I was playing a game, like hide and seek, and that I should play with her. She must look a lot older than she is. Anyways, I just asked where I could find Fluttershy, and she pointed me in the direction of her cottage.

Once I got there, after going the wrong way, I knocked. She seemed a little shocked and surprised to see me yet again, and looked down at the ground a lot, almost refusing to keep eye contact. I went with my crazy idea and asked her to the hoofball game tomorrow night. After some debating on her part, mostly trying to figure out what to do, (Apparently she takes care of animals.) she agreed to show up, and sit by the band. The entire time, she kept asking if it would be ok, since she didn’t want to be a bother. Not sure why she keeps thinking she’d bother me. Then again, I do that very same thing sometimes. Oh well. At least she agreed to show up to the game. I look forward to seeing her again. Not in the creepy sense, but I just can’t help myself. Hopefully all goes well. She mentioned that she doesn’t like large crowds and loud noises. I told her I’m the exact same way but I make an exception for hoofball. Anyways, I hope she shows up.

Hoping for the best, for once,

Trey

8-20-12

Well, I messed up again. What else is new?

So on bright notes, the band performed very well, and the crowd reaction was pretty good. They enjoy the fight song I wrote for them back in my tenure at Canterlot, and I must say, they play it pretty damn well. It went well up until we lost the ball game and the crowd left early, skipping the school song and fight song. Pretty typical crowd. Supportive when things are good, not so much when we suck.

Anyways, the entire game, I was looking for Fluttershy, but she never showed up. I was disappointed in her, honestly, up until the second half when I realized I never told her the time. So, I messed up. I came so far to fail. Took a social risk in asking her, then I ultimately screwed it up, as usual. Bleh.

After the game, I told the band that things went well and I looked forward to seeing them on Monday. As I trotted off to go home, I heard Fluttershy call out to me. I was surprised to see her, honestly. I luckily didn’t let my frustration get the best of me. Only I can piss myself off. Anyways, I asked her where she was, and, as expected, told me that she didn’t know the time, and kept apologizing. Almost too much. Anyways, I convinced her, and myself, that it was entirely my fault and that she shouldn’t worry about it. She still looked away, and I made another move I regret. I put my hoof under her chin and tilted it towards my face. Oddly enough, she didn’t remove my hoof. That’s new. Upon doing this, I saw her dead in the eyes. She has absolutely the prettiest eyes I have ever seen. So deep, blue, full of life and wonder. I could stare into those eyes forever. If there’s only one physical thing I like about her, I’d pick the eyes. Of course, there’s more than one.

For some odd reason, I decided to ask her what she was doing tomorrow. She said absolutely nothing. So, I’m meeting her tomorrow at about 9 AM to help her with some chores and stuff. Mostly looking forward to spending time with her. As I trotted to go home, she called out my name, sweetly. I asked her what she wanted. She told me, and I quote, “It’s getting dark. Could you walk me home?”

I’ve honestly never been happier in my life. I wasn’t expecting this at all, and yet, she wanted me to walk her home. Probably just because she’s scared of the dark, but it meant a lot to me. I don’t know, spending time with her felt good. I’ve never really felt a strong desire to attach myself to anypony, but i do feel a slight penchant for her. But, as is required, I have to curb my desires. She deserves better than me, and I don’t stand a chance anyway. Sigh...she’s so beautiful too. But at least I get to spend more time with her tomorrow. I just need to play my cards right so I don’t mess up another relationship. She means a lot to me...and more than I’d like to admit, I’ve been thinking an awful lot about her. I had a dream about her last night. I don’t remember what it was, but I do remember she was in it. Maybe she hugged me. That’s all I could ask for.

Anyways, I’d better get to bed. I have a lovely mare to visit tomorrow. Let’s hope I don’t blow it.

Hoping for some physical contact,

Trey.

VI

8-21-12

Had a pretty good day today.

Woke up early, since I’m a very punctual pony. As I woke up, my mind kept battling back and forth, telling me that she’d never fall for me. I questioned why I was going. I questioned everything. In the end, I realized I was going to be a friend. At least, that’s what I’d like to say. Truth is, I went over there to see her again. I settled for accepting the whole “Friendship” thing, but honestly, I just want to be with her. I know it’s strange. I know I don’t stand a chance, but simply being around her makes me feel good. I can be myself around her. My mind doesn’t constantly battle itself. I want her...but I know better than to go for it.

Anyways, I headed over to Fluttershy’s cottage, knocked. There wasn’t an answer, so I was rather perplexed. But then, I heard a soft, sweet melody from the pasture. I followed the source of the sound to find Fluttershy singing to her animals. She has the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard...

Anyways, I came up to introduce myself, and scared her half to death. After we fixed everything, letting her know it was me and yadda yadda yadda, we worked on gathering flowers and berries and such. I told her she had a beautiful voice, and she was very hesitant to accept the compliment. I wonder where I’ve noticed that before. Anyways, she tried to shy away from recognizing singing and focus more on animals, which seem to be her talent in life. She’s always so eager to talk about them, yet almost refuses to talk about herself publicly, like she doesn’t want that kind of attention. I still persisted in telling her she had a beautiful voice.

After we finished, it was rather late in the afternoon, so we went inside. To avoid being a bad guest and staying too long, not to mention avoiding social blunders by staying longer than was wanted, (Since I can’t pick up on these things) I bid her adieu and tried to leave. She stopped me, asking if I was leaving. I returned it by asking if she wanted me to stay. Using her diplomatic way I’ve noticed with her, she insisted that if I wanted to, it would be more than ok. So, of course, I stayed inside, chatting up the mare I’ve secretly developed an affection for.

After I provoked her into talking about herself, she really opened up. Eventually, she went off about how she doesn’t think her friends spend enough time with her. This bothered me, so I pressed the issue. Apparently, she feels like she has to wait to be invited, or stumble upon her friends. She just wants to hang out. She wants friends, wants to spend time with them, but doesn’t quite know how to go about getting it. She’s far too diplomatic to simply ask for things. I can respect that.

Without thinking, I asked her if she wanted to hang out sometime. Almost immediately after I said it, I realized I didn’t mean for it quite to come out that way. It sounded so bold...not good for my social security. Luckily, she said yes. Somehow, I got lost in her eyes, and she asked me if I was ok. I said “Yeah. I just really like your eyes.” when I realized I slipped again. At this rate, I might as well tell her I’m falling for her. But there’s too much to lose for that. I just...can’t. Doing so runs the risk of losing her, which I can’t stand the thought of.

Anyways, she blushed (Which is just the cutest thing ever) and looked away, to my dismay, smiling. She then thanked me, saying that she’s never heard that before. That slightly upset me. So I told her I didn’t believe her. Apparently nopony other than her friends and I notice anything.

“I find that hard to believe. You’re far too...” I started, before stopping, realizing I was about to tell her how beautiful she was, which would compromise our relationship. She finished my sentence “...reclusive, I know.”

I could breathe a sigh of relief after that. So that’s when I told her it upset me. “Because they’re one of the things I really like about you.” I said, slipping again. I guess when you really like somepony, you tend to accidentally tell them things. Then this part happened, which is a little odd to me.

“You like me?” she asked. I could see a sense of wonder in her eyes, almost like she was expecting a “Yes” from me. But I couldn’t tell her that. I wanted to say yes, so very badly, because I do. I like her so, so very much. Yet, staying silent would tell her that, so I had to think of something on the fly. I settled for telling her that anypony who doesn’t like her is a moron. Nopony really says moron anymore. After I said that, she looked away, sadly. I asked her if she was ok, trying to get an answer out of her I’ve been wondering for the past few days. She still looked away, so I had to do something. If she did like me, it’d be a sign. If not, just another gesture. So...I put my hoof under her chin and tilted her face to me. The physical contact was thoroughly exhilarating. I don’t know why. I’ll get to that later.

As I looked deep into those gorgeous blue eyes I loved, I told her that I always looked forward to seeing her. She smiled, that sense of wonder flooding back into her eyes. Then, for whatever reason, I decided to forget my social boundaries, and I...hugged her. I actually hugged her. Just the feel of her cheeks against mine, so soft and warm, made me melt. I held on to her for about a minute before I released it. Before I left, we made an arrangement to shoot for 9 tomorrow, meeting up.

As always, there’s conflicting thoughts in my head. However, there are more good things this time than bad. Most of those good things revolve around touching her. Just...she’s so soft. And gentle, kind, caring, loving, warm...and she smells good. When I put my hoof to her chin, to see those eyes, I got a sense of butterflies in my stomach, like when something catches you so off guard in a good way. Almost immediately, romantic images flooded about in my head and I wanted to kiss her so, so very badly...those eyes...I would do anything for them. Just so deep blue and full of life, wonder...they just...I melt for them. I know it was just the slightest touch, and it probably won’t mean anything in the long run, but it really gave me a boost of confidence, evident in the fact that I hugged her later. That hug...

I could go on forever about that hug. I was half expecting her to release the hug at some point, but I’m the one that actually had to break it off. She was just so warm...soft...just the contact that our cheeks made made me the happiest colt in the world right there. I know it’s just a simplistic motion, just a simple act of physical contact...but it means so much to me.

I’ve never had a lot of physical contact in my life, yet, that’s the way I determine my relationship with somepony. I hug my mom and dad constantly, demanding a lot of physical contact from them. I haven’t told them exactly why, but just the act of touching makes me feel good. I’ve gone my life for so long without wanting to be touched. In middle school, ponies would simply refer to me as “It”. They would do all they could to avoid me. I once borrowed a pen from somepony. When I tried to return it, they simply looked at it with disgust (Which was clearly apparent) and told me I could keep it. I kept getting that same feel for the rest of my life. I guess that’s why I psychologically look forward to physical contact, and when I got it from a mare I’ve developed a severe crush on, it made my life. She was so soft and warm...and I know I’ve said that before, but it’s important. Just the thought of any hug from an attractive mare turns me on, (Not in that sense) and she was the perfect pony to do it. I want her...I...I like her a lot. I won’t say it’s love yet, but I like her a lot.

Anyways, I’d better end this babble and get to bed. Found this journal entry from back in middle school I’ll staple on. I have to meet Fluttershy tomorrow.

Meeting the mare of his dreams,

Trey

4-29-08

I’m still kind of childish. I have some childish habits I continue to observe. I still sleep with a doll I had since early childhood and a few other bean bag animals. I think I was 14 when I stopped sleeping with “Blankie” and my childish sense of humor will probably last me my life. Maybe it’s just the naivety. Sometimes I want to cry or kill myself due to this childish stupidity. Will I ever grow up? This might be why I’ll never get a date in real life, much less want one.

While I’m on the subject of dates, or marriage, morerather, even if I did get that far, I’m not so sure I could have sex. I just couldn’t carry through with it. Due to my past, I’d probably freeze up, maybe even lose the mood or cry. And as funny as that sounds, that’s probably what would happen. I could act all macho on the outside, but on the inside, I’m a crying child searching for a purpose, a child with no courage to get over his past, and sure as HELL no courage to not let it affect his daily life. I’m kind of a coward. And I always will be. Maybe I’m overreacting, but perhaps sex is overrated.

Most likely wrong as always,

Trey

6-17-09

I wish I had the balls to do stuff, but with my history, I just would think I’m hurting her...regardless of what was happening. I’m just paranoid that way. She could touch me...but I just couldn’t touch her...as much as I would like to...and as much as SHE would want me to. For some reason, I think that every little thing I do pushes ponies away from me. Just hanging around, talking, touching...it never ends.

Still low on self esteem,

Trey

7-19-09

I’m slowly learning to accept little aspects of myself. I’ve lost ten pounds since dropping one of my meds.

I helped Dribble out the other day. Instead of cutting herself, she called me, because I would actually listen to her. I wouldn’t talk AT her, but TO her. Made me feel good.

My sexual urges have gotten stronger, I notice. I’m looking at porn as much as I used to.

My relationship urges have gotten stronger as well. I’d like to hug a mare, kiss her, make her feel special, loved, wanted...or herself...but my mind is pretty set, I’m waiting for college. Relationships just might be more serious there. I’m not the type to jump around. Maybe my lack of daringness is my fault in the matter. Perhaps I just suck. Maybe my mind isn’t “In the game”. Either way, I’m not finishing my race to the goal. I want a sweet, lovable mare who’s as damaged as me. Somepony somewhat dependant, but knows what they’re doing. In college, ponies are older, and might be what I’m looking for. Somewhat reclusive, different, and funny...like me...

And now I’m ending this mindless drivel to go to bed. Church in the morning. Good night!

Church later!

Trey

7-21-09

Mother had me do assorted projects around the house today. I had to clean out an old closet. While doing so, I found an old box of all my school projects from elementary school. I found a poetry book from fourth grade, and I got sad, thinking “This is what I used to be...the happy, gay, carefree foal. Now I’m a self-malicious being. What happened?” She happened. My past happened. But some of the poetry entries involved caretakers, people with an eye out of one socket...I’ve always been a gore-loving freak, I suppose. Only in movies, not in real life.

I was still depressed in elementary. I got sent to the counselors quite often. I wrote a few suicide notes, got caught every time...one time, the class needed to make dolls of some sort. Two ponies. I made four, I think. Maybe three. I made 1/2 ponies, and an angel and devil doll. Somepony asked me what they were, and I told them. I don’t know why I made them, making temptation vs. good the battle between the pony(s). I guess I scared them because I got sent home later. To this day, I don’t know what I did. I used to beat my head on desks, a wood fence one time, I cried occasionally, already had a mortal enemy, was always picked last for quite a few things, wasn’t well liked, didn’t have many friends, and was just a generally weird foal. I haven’t had much of a life of fitting in. I’ve had a generally morbid and sad life.

Then: Gore-lover, depressed, suicidal, weird, impulsive, self-harming.

Now: gore-lover, depressed, suicidal, weird, impulsive, ex-self harmer, prefers cemeteries over other places...

sigh...I guess I’m still the sad foal I always was...

My grandfather will die soon. He’s old. Since I’m a creature of habitual nature, I just can’t stand to think he’ll be gone soon. I get emotional easily. And with those I love, it gets harder. Hell, if one of my pets dies, I’ll be sad. But a family member? One I actually got close enough to trust, and love? And never got to say goodbye? It’ll be hard. For my parents most. I don’t know that I’ll ever get over it. I must stop writing. I’m about to cry thinking about it.

About to cry,

Trey

VIII

8-23-12

Today couldn’t have been any more perfect. I’m just going to skip the long detailed story and give you the short and sweet version since it’s killing me. Fluttershy...she kissed me. Granted I kissed her first, mentioned last entry, but she actually kissed me back. She pulled the whole “Returning property” line with me...I feel so invincible right now.

The first time I kissed her, I felt...almost guilty. I didn’t know if it was going to work...but now I know, that once in my life, something, God forbid, worked out.

I still can’t get over just how amazing she is. After she kissed me...first, let me say just how amazing her kisses are. Her lips are just so soft and supple...just...amazing. It sincerely amazes me to think that she’s never done this before. Maybe it’s better that way. We’re both a bit of firsts. To think that she shared something like that with me...

Anyways, I know I never blush, but I really wish I could sometimes. There’s just no way I could properly show her just how much I love her if I’m not kissing her. I just wrote love...I guess I really do love her. I love her a lot. But, surprisingly, the kiss isn’t even the best part. Before I was about to leave, she kept me from kissing her, making me swoop in, backing up. Before long, I decided to screw it and came into the house. We spent all of last night cuddling and kissing.

I don’t know what it is about her that’s so special. I can list everything about her I love and spend hours writing about it, but that would mean I’m missing her more than I have to. One thing I can’t get over is how sweet she is. She’s just the kindest soul I’ve ever met, almost as if that was her life’s calling. She can look at me, with the most beautiful eyes ever, and not see a monster...but another pony being. Just the way she reacts when being touched...not pulling away...but...embracing it...that means so much. It’s like she’s desired to be touched in a meaningful way for so long but has never gotten that kind of attention...at least, not to this magnitude. Which, I must say, describes me perfectly. Then...then there’s just her body. Not in the perverted sense, but she is just so soft...warm...just being up against her body in a hug or a kiss feels so amazing. But when I kiss her...when I feel the heat from her cheeks...that makes me happiest. Just being with her makes me happy...I can’t get her out of my head...I want to write about her beauty and elegance constantly when I’m not with her...I know that seems creepy, but...well...I just love her that much. I can’t wait until I can hold her in my arms again, feel her soft, warm skin and her silky smooth mane against my hoof...I love her. Tonight, I’m hoping I’ll dream about her again. I’ll be sure to see her tomorrow of course.

Wishing for Fluttershy,

Trey

“Did you really mean everything you wrote there?” asked Fluttershy, smiling at him, curiously.

“No, not really. I wrote it down years ago to impress you years later.” he said, smiling at her.

“Oh...” she began, looking at the ground.

“Of course I did, Fluttershy. I was being sarcastic. You’re still the most beautiful mare in the world. You have the softest skin...” he said, lightly stroking her coat, almost sensually, to which she shuddered in delight. “...the silkiest hair...” he added, moving his hoof to her mane, gently stroking it as well. “...and you still have the softest, most tender, loving lips.” he finished, kissing her lightly and passionately. He felt the heat from her cheeks emanate, making him smile through the kiss. Fluttershy passionately returned the favor, before speaking.

“Trey...I guess I want to tell the story again.”

“You like doing it, don’t you?”

She shyly nodded, smiling a small amount.

“Well, by all means...please continue.”

“Well...” she began,grabbing his hoof with hers. “I was so worried through the day that I’d never see you. I mean, you left me with something quite valuable, I couldn’t just keep it. But when you showed up, I was so happy! And...um...well...you asked me what you saw in me...so I said something Twilight said to make me sound smart, but it didn’t work out so well...but you asked me what you saw in my eyes...” she said, opening them wide to him, staring deep into him “And I said I didn’t...but I will never forget what you told me. You saw the most beautiful filly in the world. You saw the kindest soul you’ve ever met...you saw a pony deserving of love. I felt weird, so I looked away...but you made you look at you...” she added, smiling at him. “So of course, I had to tell you what I saw in you.”

“And I’ll never forget what you said, either.” added Trey, cutting her off momentarily. “You saw the most generous colt you’ve ever met. You saw a pony with the most patience you’d ever seen from anypony before. You saw a beautiful soul more deserving of love than anypony in Ponyville...except for you, of course.” he added, stroking her face.

“But then I remembered I had something to give you...so...I tried to return the kiss you gave me...but I was so scared...I thought it wouldn’t be good...that you wouldn’t like it...” she said, looking away.

“I could tell. I found it adorable that you were so worried about making it perfect. That almost told me what you said next...” he added, letting her continue.

“Well...when you kissed me back, you showed me how it was meant to be done, and you smiled at me. I still love that smile. My heart was racing, fluttering, as you say. I just couldn’t...I still CAN’T control myself around you. Trey, you’re everything to me. And that night...I told you so. I let you know just how I feel about you. Trey?”

“Yes, Flutterheart?”

“I love you. More than when I first told you. I’ve never loved anypony so much in my life...I’m so glad it was you.” she finished, kissing him, before hugging him tight, nuzzling her head into his chest. Trey didn’t know why, but just the way she nuzzled into him was one of the most adorable things about her. He sighed, leaning back onto the bed, her head still on his chest, glancing up at him with those eyes.

“You make me melt every time you look at me like that, you know?”

“I’m sorry.” said Fluttershy, smiling at him, never changing her gaze.

“Don’t apologize for your beauty, Flutterheart. You’d never stop.”

Fluttershy exhaled quickly, smiling. “You always know how to make me smile. I really should get used to it by now...”

“What’s the fun in that? I’d never see your smile!”

Fluttershy couldn’t help but smile, regardless of trying to play keep away with him. She smiled, took her head off of his chest, and laid right beside him, stroking his chest with her hoof.

“You know what I love most about you?” she asked him, staring deep into his soul.

“What?” he asked, expecting something heartfelt. Instead, she simply kissed him, before flipping out the lights, to go to bed.

“You tell me.”

Trey smiled to himself, cuddling up next to her before falling sleep with her in his arms.

IX

“Instead of a diary, Fluttershy...I want to tell it tonight.” said Trey, surprising her.

“Oh...ok then.”

“Trust me, we’ll read it later.” he added, smiling at her. “Now...” he began.

“...I’m going to skip the parts with Twilight and get right back to the good stuff. I had to leave your house after you returned the gift, sadly. You wanted to make me breakfast...but I had to...” he started, cracking up. “...give you a...rain check.” he finished, bursting out in laughter, remembering Fluttershy’s confusion. She laughed with him, eventually subsiding. “You were just so cute right then...funny, undoubtedly, but cute.” he added, stroking her side. “Anyways, throughout the days ahead, I learned things about you. Uh...” he said, remembering that he wasn’t supposed to know before he told her.

“What kinds of things?” she asked, smiling at him.

“Well...” he started, thinking something up quickly. “...the more I thought about it, I learned just how beautiful and kind you were. How perfect your coat was, how perfect your mane was, how perfect you were, and still are, I might add.” he finished, kissing her. She blushed heavily, once again, returning the favor. Trey sighed in relief as Fluttershy urged him to continue.

“Well, anyway, you visited me late at night and told me something I never knew. And...”

“...you listened to me patiently.” she added, interrupting him. “Just listening to that was one of the kindest gestures I’ve ever received. I know I probably shared too much, but...you still listened and didn’t judge me.” she added, nuzzling her nose into his chest. “And, I got to return the favor soon enough when you admitted some things to me.”

“And you simply listening was all I needed. The fact that you didn’t run away means so much to me.” he started, stroking her nose with his hoof. “In fact...all I need is you.”

Fluttershy looked up at him curiously. Sure, she’d heard the line hundreds of times before but it never ceased to make her feel special. She couldn’t help but smile and look away. She knew exactly what he’d do next, and she loved it.

He brought his hoof under her chin, making her look at him. She gave him those eyes he loved, staring deep into his soul. Then, as always, they passionately kissed each other, Trey cradling her face with his hoof, Fluttershy leaning heavily into him. She kind of liked being under his control, hence her leaning heavily upon him.

“I love you.” she managed to say between kisses. Trey simply hummed a simple “uh huh” before releasing, staring into her eyes.

“I love you too.” he added, flipping out the lights, casually slipping the covers over them.

***

“C’mon! It’s Friday! Friday! Gotta get up on Friday!” yelled Trey, waking the foals up. “It’s the final day of your first week of school! Everypony’s looking forward to the weekend, come on!”

“Just 5 more minutes...” said Anacrusis, sluggishly stirring.

“NOPE!” said Trey, trotting over, Picking Anacrusis up out of bed and trotting about the room with him on his back. Anacrusis played dead on his father’s back. “Now get moving! Are you really going to let Flutterwing beat you?” he added, pointing to her, who was already up, brushing her mane. Anacrusis had the typical musician’s sense of superiority...he was bound to be a trumpet.

“No way!” he added, hopping off Trey’s back to get ready.

“Works every time.” he said to himself, greeting Fluttershy in the kitchen.

“Good morning!” she said, preparing a delicious feast.

“Another good breakfast as always?” asked Trey, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

“I hope so.” she added, smiling, as Flutterwing and Anacrusis trotted inside.

“Good morning Mommy!” said Flutterwing, smiling innocently at Fluttershy as she marched in. Anacrusis Forgot about greeting either parents and quickly settled at the table, ready to chow down.

“Good morning, Anacrusis!” said Fluttershy.

“Oh! Good morning Mom! Good morning Dad!” he added, quickly catching himself. He was taught good manners. They made sure he followed them.

After a nice family breakfast, Trey trotted Anacrusis and Flutterwing to school, Fluttershy not too far behind. Cheerilee smiled as they trotted up, eager to see the foals again.

“They haven’t given you too much trouble I hope?” asked Fluttershy.

“Oh, no, not at all.” she added, giving Anacrusis a small look of encouragement, as if to say ‘Watch it’. “They’re both well behaved, especially Flutterwing. I’m sure they’re both sad to see the week end. Now, go on inside, you two! We have something special planned today!” she said, to which the kids happily trotted inside. “It was a pleasure seeing you ponies again! I guess I’ll see you once school ends!”

“Of course.” said Trey, bidding her farewell. He and Fluttershy trotted off back towards the cottage. He still had about an hour before high school started, so he planned to make the most of his time with her.

“Guess what?” asked Trey, shortly before they reached the cottage.

“What?” asked Fluttershy.

“Tickle.” he said, nuzzling his nose into her neck, making her laugh out loud. She tried to return the favor, but he hurriedly trotted off back towards the house, making her follow him. She smiled to herself. He was goofy sometimes, but she loved that about him. But all the same, he would pay for it.

***

8-27-12

Had to give Twilight a piece of my mind today.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure she’s a great filly at heart, but she has some...odd...intentions going on right now. She seems as if she’s almost trying to sabotage Fluttershy and I. Today she decided to “interview” me (Which was complete bullcrap because she didn’t bring any notebook paper or quills.) I decided to put up with her game. She’s had something odd going on with her recently, and I’ve been trying to figure out what. This is where years of social ineptness plays into my abnormally good sense of psychology.

So she asks me questions, and I answer them slightly sarcastically, giving her the bland answer to everything. Eventually, Fluttershy comes back and she interviews us together. Now, for whatever reason, she thinks it’s a good idea to ask us if we’ve done it. Of course, I warned her against it. But she persisted, mentioning something about the “sexual revolution.” which I never wanted to be a part of. Of course, Fluttershy, with her history, started crying, and I had to soothe her. She yelled at me, but it looks like she got that part out of her system.

Afterwards, I went to give Twilight a piece of my mind. I launched into a spiel about how I’m different, my erotophobia and basiexia, how books won’t help her learn anything about love, and that she generally needs to stop trying to sabotage Fluttershy’s relationship with me. Of course, she denied trying to do so, but I could see it in her eyes. I’ve never been filled with so much rage as that day...maybe the following days after Fleur broke up with me, but Twilight...the way she generalized me with other colts, after I’ve spent my life tyring to be different...that really upset me. I had to lay it straight with her...I felt terrible afterwards but she hurt Fluttershy and that’s not forgivable in my book.

I’d better rest up. School and stuff. Away from Fluttershy, tomorrow’s bound to be uneventful.

Ready for the uneventfully eventful,

Trey

X

8-28-12
I love her. She’s the only pony I’ve ever loved on this level. Yes, I had someone in Canterlot, but she’s different. Flutterheart...she’s...she’s an angel. An angel in disguise. She’s the kindest soul I’ve ever met, and all the greatest qualities I’ve ever daydreamed about fillies. Soft skin, small hooves, a beautiful face...she’s patient with me...she’s more than I deserve. She means everything to me and it makes me sick to think that there’s nothing I can do to save her. My kidney won’t fit her. Day 2, and no offers have been made yet. Twilight wouldn’t give it up. She probably hasn’t mentioned it to the other 4 of her friends. It’s just so sad to think that the minute I find something great in my life, something that’s actually gone right, gone my way for once in my life, it’s just taken away as soon as it came. I wish that there was something I can do...I’ve never felt so weak and helpless in my life. So small and insignificant. I can’t do anything for the love of my life. We were going to grow old together...I know it’s still early, but I wanted to marry her. There’s so much more I need to learn about her. So much more I need to tell her about me. So much more...there’s so much more that needs to be done, but she’s stuck in a hospital bed. I’d give anything for another day of being hit with a Frisbee, another day to cuddle, help with chores, make breakfast...just one more day. I still have tomorrow, but it feels like this is it. I’ve given up. I can only pray for a miracle.

This is it.

Trey

8-30-12

She lived. It’s a miracle. We found a donor at the last minute. I was thinking I wouldn’t be able to love Flutterheart any more...but now we have the rest of our lives. More days of Frisbee injuries, more days of romantic walks, lovely nights spent cuddling up pretending to watch a movie, and of course, more days just to love her and bask in the glorious filly that she is. She is my Flutterheart...she is my everything.

Trey

“I really only have a few more entries before we get to...Christmas.” said Trey, smiling. He couldn’t wait to tell that story. It was his favorite yet...the day he proposed to the wonderful mare he was now married to.

“Tickle!” said Fluttershy, nuzzling his neck with her nose, catching him off guard. She made sure he’d pay for it, and that’s what was happening now. Trey couldn’t help but laugh out loud as Fluttershy continued, making him roll around on the bed in ecstatic convulsions. She was totally in control. At least, until Trey brought a hoof up to her neck, making her cringe back, laughing. Trey then quickly nuzzled her neck, regaining control of the situation.

“That wasn’t fair!” said Fluttershy. Trey pulled back, smiling at her.

“Life’s not fair.” he added, quickly kissing her before she had a chance to say anything. Fluttershy exhaled, passionately putting her hooves behind his neck, forcing his face closer to hers.

***

“Dad, can we play tickle and everything?” asked Anacrusis.

“I don’t know...I don’t feel so good.” said Trey, holding his hoof.

“What’s wrong?” asked Flutterwing, carefully trotting up to it.

“I don’t know...it just feels stiff for some reason.”

Flutterwing gently kissed it, much like Fluttershy did years earlier, smiling up at Trey. “All better.” she said.

“It DOES feel better...but it still feels weird...I think...”

“Uh oh...” began Anacrusis.

“I think it’s turning into...THE HOOF!” he said, holding it high in the air, lingering it there for suspense, before quickly bringing it to the neck of Anacrusis, tickling him.

“But what’s this?” he added, swinging his other hoof up. “Another hoof?” He continued, quickly swooping up Flutterwing before she had a chance to get away. Foalish shrieks of laughter filled the halls of Fluttershy’s cottage, making this Saturday a great way to start the day. Fluttershy casually trotted in the living room, surveying the scene.

“Is Daddy being mean again?” she asked them.

“Make him stop!” yelled Flutterwing, in between laughs.

“Come here, Flutterwing...” said Fluttershy, nodding at Trey. Trey let her go, holding Anacrusis tight.

“What was daddy doing?” asked Fluttershy.

“He was tickling me...”

“Oh...like this?” she asked, gently tickling her for a few seconds.

“Yes!” she managed to gasp. “Don’t you start, too...” she demanded. She didn’t REALLY want them to stop, but it became tradition of the game. They’d try to get away, begging for mercy, but they’d still always hover around them, tempting Trey or Fluttershy to catch them again, tickling them until they cried with laughter. Fluttershy ignored her orders, tickling her, nuzzling her neck with her nose. Trey followed suit, making sure Anacrusis was part of the fun. Of course, part of the fun was letting them get away for a few seconds while Trey pretended to be a hunter, calling out their names, wondering where they were.

“Anacrusis...where’d he go?”

“I don’t know.” said Fluttershy.

“Well...is he in...here?” asked Trey, opening a cupboard for dramatic effect. “What about...here?” he continued, looking under shelves. “I guess the only place he could be...is...HERE!” he yelled, opening the last remaining bookcase. Anacrusis hopped out, laughing, scurrying about, trying to keep away from his father. Trey smiled to himself. He loved being a dad. He looked over at Fluttershy, seeing her occupied with Flutterwing. He quickly trotted up, giving a kiss on her cheek before hurrying off to capture Anacrusis again.

***

9-2-12

Fluttershy’s still bed-ridden, but she’s stable. She’s going to live, and that’s all I need. The only thing I’m finding rather annoying is that she’ll occasionally go on a rant about how ugly she is. She’s always been concerned about her public image, but no matter how much I tell her that she’s still beautiful, that she’s still the prettiest mare in the world, she’ll always come back to that thought. Granted, it takes longer and longer for her to start apologizing again, but it’s still incessant. I don’t mind telling her how pretty she is. The only thing that bothers me is that she’s not accepting herself. She can’t change what happened. She’s not changing the fact that I’m staying with her. So why bother apologizing? I still love her indefinitely. She’s the most amazing mare I’ve ever known, and I’m not going to let something as trivial as a facial injury get in the way of my love for her. Besides, she stayed with me when I was terribly injured by the Frisbee, left to fend for my own in this cruel, dark world with a bruise on my cheek. Yet, she showed me the light, wondrously kissing it, showing me the way before setting me free to my wild captivity. How wild and captivity work together, I’ll never know. Only me...only me...

Anyways, school’s going over fine. Been a little behind on things (I wonder why?) but it’s been good so far. We placed 11th at the contest, barely missing finals eligibility. From what I’ve heard about their performance previous to my arrival, this was a huge improvement. Glad to have been of some help. I’ve felt useless with Flutterheart recently, it’s good to know I can do something right. Speaking of which, I’d better get back to her.

In wild captivity,

Trey

XI: Child Sickness

10-5-12

Been a while since my last entry. Flutterheart’s been able to walk around for a few weeks now. She still can’t fly, and that frustrates her, but I keep reminding her that baby steps are the key. I think she’ll be well enough in time for Nightmare Night. Well enough to toss out candy without any complications, anyway. I’ll keep you updated on that part.

Not sure what sparked the conversation, but somehow Flutterheart and I got started talking about marriage. Then the conversation led to children and such. Anyways, we had a serious (?) talk about marriage. Debating whether things would work, how we would do things, what place to live in and blah blah blah. It was slightly awkward, yes, even though I want to marry her. I don’t know...it just seems that it may be a little early for that. What’s it been...2/3 months? Is that long enough? I don’t know how these things work, and I don’t know a lot about marriage either. All I know is jumping the gun on the issue, so to speak, isn’t a good idea. I tried to veer the topic off of marriage for a bit, but I couldn’t help but keep with it for some reason. I’m sure if I was just facing her it would have been less difficult, but she was snuggled up against me, looking up at me with those damn eyes. I can’t do anything for myself when I see those eyes. I just lose control...and losing control in this situation meant keeping on the marriage topic. I tried to remain diplomatic, trying not to give it away that I secretly did want to marry her. When the opportunity presented itself, I changed the subject to kids, thinking at the time that would be better, but later realized that’s an extension of marriage and probably sparked a wildfire.

One thing I did learn, though, is that she has always wanted a filly named Flutterwing. Apparently that name holds significance to her, from her grandmother or something. When she asked me, I simply said I’d like a colt.

“What would you name him?”

“Uh...Anacrusis.” I said. Anacrusis is the musical term for a pickup note, and, if my colt was fast and above the competition, he could get a jump start of them, a physical anacrusis, so to speak. I don’t know. Maybe he deserves a better name than something music related. It’s always so difficult to name your foals. You just sort of name them and hope they evolve into their talent. Sounds like an old Game Colt game I had years ago.

Of course, I spent the night again last night. I’ve been helping take care of her as much as I can. Really, it’s a good excuse to spend all the time I can with her. Not that I needed an excuse to begin with.

Spending all the time I can with Flutterheart,

Trey

***

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” said Fluttershy, as the messy maned Anacrusis groggily stumbled into the kitchen.

“What’s for breakfast?”

Trey and Fluttershy laughed.

“Son, it’s 1 PM.” said Trey. It was unlike him to sleep this late.

“Oh. Well what’s for lunch?”

“How’s a daisy butter and hay sandwich sound?”

Anacrusis made a small “ungh.”, laying his head on the table, hooves over his ears.

“Are you ok?” asked Fluttershy.

“Yeah...just a headache.”

“Do you feel nauseous?” asked Trey.

“Feel what?”

“Like you’re about to throw up?”

“Oh...I already threw up.” he said, alerting both Trey and Fluttershy.

“You go check on Flutterwing, I’ll lay him down.”

Trey didn’t feel a particular need to send Anacrusis to Nurse Redheart. Fluttershy had lots of medical equipment for whatever reason, and she knew how to take care of ponies. She worked wonders for bruises.

Trey set Anacrusis on the couch, covering him with a blanket. He then wet a washcloth and put it over his head, bringing a small trashcan with him.

“Use this if you feel like you’re going to throw up, ok? I’ll be right back to take your temperature.” he said, heading off to get a thermometer. Fluttershy appeared out of Flutterwing’s room, a small look of concern on her face.

“Is she ok?”

“It looks like she’s sick, too...I hope it isn’t serious...”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine in a day or two. Looks like I’ll have to wait to show them Frisbee another day.” said Trey, slightly sad. “Oh well. I love you!”

“I love you too.” said Fluttershy, quickly kissing him before getting a washcloth herself.

“I love you, Anacrusis. Just sleep and everything will get better soon. Let me know if you need anything, ok?”

“Just take a rest, Flutterwing...everything will be all better soon. I love you! Let me know if you need anything. Daddy and I are here all day.”

“So we’re here all day, huh?” asked Trey. Fluttershy sighed, carefully taking a seat on the couch where Anacrusis was. She gently stroked his mane, humming her lullaby as he shivered underneath her. Trey smiled to himself again, noting how cute she was as a loving mother.

***

Anacrusis and Flutterwing burst in the front door, clamoring to get their parents attention.

“I want to show her first!”

“No, me!”

“Mine’s better!”

“Mine’s cooler!”

“Calm down, guys...” began Trey. “I take it the end of your second week of school went well?”

“We made you something!” said Flutterwing, handing a piece of art to Fluttershy. Anacrusis handed his to Trey.

“Oh, what are these?” asked Fluttershy.

“They asked us to draw something that makes us happy, so I drew mommy and I together!” said Flutterwing, proudly beaming at her piece of art.

“And I drew Dad and I playing catch and stuff.” said Anacrusis, pointing out a crude, but recognizable, drawing of he and Trey (Labeled “me” and “Dad”) throwing around a hoofball.

“Our children’s first art projects. I know just where to put these.” said Trey.

“Where?”

“The refrigerator, of course. Now, get a magnet and put it somewhere on the fridge. That way, anypony who comes to visit will see what a great job you did!”

“I call the Steven Magnet.” said Anacrusis, hurrying to get the magnet with a face on it. The packaging was called “Steel’n Magnet” but ever since he was little, he called it a “Steven Magnet”.

“That’s no fair!” yelled Flutterwing, chasing after him.

“Well, from here on out, our fridge is going to be covered in drawings of pink and yellow squares. We’ve hit the next milestone in parenting.” said Trey. Fluttershy giggled a bit, leaning against him as they both watched their kids place their artwork, which they were oh-so-very proud of, as high as they could on the front of the fridge.

10-31-12

Fluttershy and I had our first Nightmare Night together. She handled it really well, I think. Not any real complications. She gnashed in pain a few times trying to bend down to pick up the candy bowl on the porch, but other than that, she’s been perfectly fine. Recovery seems to have taken a lot longer than it normally should, but still...excuse to care for her!

I like her depending on me though. I know I’ve mentioned liking the mare that’s slightly dependant, and I feel like I’m getting that here. At the end of every day, the way she leans against me and snuggles me, thanking me for everything and apologizing for being a bother is just so cute. Then she looks up at me with those eyes I can’t get over. Then, slowly and tenderly, I kiss her, with the most amount of passion I can muster. She deserves the best, and I want to give it to her. And another thing...I can’t help but stroke her face. Her wound is gone, and the scar is essentially unnoticeable. I think that whenever I do it, she feels beautiful again. She senses nothing but care in these rough hooves of mine, nothing but compassion when she looks into my eyes, and nothing but love in my lips whenever I kiss her. Trust me...I do that a lot, too.

Simply put, she’s the most amazing mare I’ve ever met, and I could never get tired of saying that. Just the moments where we don’t say anything but look into each other’s eyes and have a conversation that way. A non-verbal conversation. Angel seems to like watching, for some reason. He thinks I don’t notice him keeping watch from the top of the stairs, but I do. I think he’s happy for Flutterheart. Whatever the case, Flutterheart is mine, her eyes are mine, those soft, supple lips, her soft, caring hooves, her soft, warm skin...everything is soft about her, really. Her skin, hooves, face, hair...and her heart. On more than one occasion, we’ve been known to start shedding tears of joy simply being in one another’s company. I shed little tears of joy to myself whenever she falls asleep on my chest. Then I lightly stroke her mane and fall asleep myself. I’ve never been happier in my life than I am with her. I do want to marry her...but my stupid social inhibitions are getting in the way of me taking that risk. I’ll worry about that later. I’ve got to rest up. I’ll be taking care of my precious Flutterheart tomorrow. And the day after. And the months and years to come, hopefully.

Taking care of his precious Flutterheart,

Trey

XII:Thanksgiving and Christmas all over again.

11-25-11

Fluttershy and I had our first thanksgiving. She’s had a lot to be thankful for recently, and simply seeing the brilliant light in her shine again was all I could ever ask for.

Of course, we still had a get together. Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Twilight, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash joined us. Technically, we all joined Pinkie, since we ate at Sugarcube Corner, but whatever.

Things with Twilight seem to have simmered down. She hasn’t made any bold moves like she did months ago, and I think we’ve let it all behind us. Best not to have any bad blood. Of course, the feast was in honor of Fluttershy, really. I know she doesn’t like that much attention, but she actually handled it really well.

After dinner, after everything, after we both trotted back to Fluttershy’s cottage...we went back to routine, I guess. Cuddling, kissing, caressing...honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. She seems quite happy to simply lay her head on my chest. There’s only so many times I can say something before it gets old to you, but whenever I keep telling her she’s the most beautiful mare in the world, the greatest smile, the best kisser...it’s like she’s never heard it before. She always gets that sheepish smile on her face, that dark rouge blush, and those eyes...the shimmering blue oasis in the middle of the desert; the vast, beautiful ocean I would vacation to every day possible; the sunny sky on a nice afternoon...words cannot express how much those eyes capture my soul.

Here’s hoping that shimmering ocean drifts me away for years to come.

A Captured soul,

Trey

***

“And here it is.” said Trey. Fluttershy simply smiled at him, waiting to hear his thoughts on Christmas. That was the happiest event in her life, and perhaps knowing just how happy he was, too, would make it that much more special.

“...but I won’t read it.” said Trey, tantalizing her. “I have a better idea.”

“Oh?” asked Fluttershy, cocking her head a bit.

“Yeah...trust me on this one. Think you can wait another night?”

“Oh...um...sure, I guess. I really want to hear it, but you know, um...whatever you wanna do is fine...” she said, pinning her ears back, looking away.

“Trust me. I think this will make everypony happy.”

“Well if you say so!” exclaimed Fluttershy, smiling at him. What was he planning? Her thought process was soon snapped as she suddenly found herself in the embrace of a kiss, catching her off guard. How he managed to still surprise her was beyond her understanding, but she gently sighed, closing her eyes, leaning into him. She felt her cheeks flare with heat as Trey gently put his hoof to her face, stroking aside her hair.

As Fluttershy slowly backed away, gently opening her eyes, she hatched an idea, something new, something...new?

“Trey?”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you love me?” she asked, awaiting the most romantic, heartfelt summary ever.

“Because you’re amazing.” said Trey, catching on to her scheme.

“Why am I amazing?”

“Because you exist.”

Fluttershy sighed, a slight smile on her lips. He wouldn’t play her game...she wouldn’t play his.

“Detailed explanation or no more kissing for you, mister.” she said, smiling at him, curling her lips in.

“That’s...that’s not fair.” said Trey, sighing. That was his weak spot. She sunk his battleship.

“All’s fair in love and war.”

“Gah. You want a world-famous love speech, don’t you?”

Fluttershy snuggled up to him, nodding.

“I guess I have no choice. Fluttershy, you’re amazing because of everything you are, who you are, why you are. You love me better than anypony in the world has ever loved me. You gave me a chance, you trusted me...and you’re beautiful. I could stare into your eyes...” he said, staring into her. “Touch your face, stroke your mane...” he said, stroking her mane lightly. “...and nuzzle you...” he added, tickling her with the nose nuzzle that was common between them. “...and you know I love you. I can tell you the same things over and over and you never get tired of hearing them. Which is good, because I never get tired of saying them. I can simply cuddle you for hours, and never get bored or tired of you...” he said, embracing her in a hug. “...and that’s only part of why I love you.”

“Well...what’s the other part?”

“If I told you now, I wouldn’t have anything to tell you tomorrow night, would I?” He added, winking. “Now...the sooner we get to sleep, the sooner I can share Christmas with you.”

“Oh, alright.” she said, conceding. Trey gently kissed her forehead, trailing his kisses down her nose to her lips, before tenderly connecting them, cupping her face in his hooves. Trey felt her cheeks flare as she sighed into him, dragging him down with her as she relaxed on the bed.

***

“Alright, guys, I’ve got a surprise for all of you.” said Trey, announcing to Fluttershy, Anacrusis, and Flutterwing, who had all gathered in the living room.

“What, Daddy?” asked Flutterwing, trotting up to him.

“I’m going to tell you about the first Christmas Mommy and I had together.” he said, glancing over at Fluttershy, who smiled in shock. She blushed slightly, looking away, trying to hide her excitement. Flutterwing exclaimed a small yelp of joy, trotting up to Fluttershy, cuddling against her. Anacrusis hopped up in Trey’s lap, looking up at him, waiting for an awesome story. Trey smiled, gathering his presentation, and continued.

“So, Mommy and I were having our first Christmas...”

“Wait, don’t you mean Hearth’s Warming?” asked Flutterwing, confused.

“That’s what they called it back before they changed it. It’s hard to get out of the habit. Anyways, we were having our first Christmas/Hearth’s warming. Mommy was done being sick, so this Christmas was special in more ways than one. I knew that I had the best gift to give her , but she insisted everything was better. I gave her a scrapbook, and some concert tickets. She gave me some paper, a picture of the high school band I directed my first year, and a long, romantic note telling me how much she loved me.”

“Aw!” said Flutterwing, absorbed in the romantic aspect. Fluttershy smiled, stroking her mane, while Anacrusis rolled his eyes.

“Hey. You’ll find a nice mare years later and you’ll find the same thing heart warming.”

“Meh.” said Anacrusis. “Get on with it!”

“Yeah!” said Flutterwing, begging to know what happened next.

“Well, if you say so...I honestly thought Mommy gave me the best present. She would have, if I didn’t have one more trick up my sleeve.”

“We have sleeves?” asked Anacrusis.

“It’s an expression. I had another surprise waiting for her. Flutterheart, you want to tell this part?”

Fluttershy nodded, smiling. “Well...so Daddy told me to close my eyes while he left the room. I did so...and he told me that even though I said nothing I could ever say or do could express my love for him, he told me that anytime I kissed him, I showed him. But all he wanted that night was one word...” she added. Flutterwing’s eyes grew twice their size and she gasped, knowing what came next. “I opened my eyes and...” she started, choking up. She lifted her hoof, showing off her wedding ring around her upper hoof. She smiled uncontrollably, unable to speak.

“And then what?” asked Flutterwing.

“And then...” began Trey, continuing in Fluttershy’s stead. “I asked her to marry me. I asked her to give me the best Christmas ever by committing her life to me. But, as you can see, she couldn’t say anything. So...” said Trey, getting up, trotting over towards Fluttershy and Flutterwing. “...I got up, and placed my hoof over her heart...” he said, placing his hoof on Flutterwing’s chest, making her giggle a little bit. “...and knew the answer.”

Fluttershy smiled, beaming largely at him. She then leaned in to kiss him, making Flutterwing “D’awwww!” and Anacrusis “Meh.”

“Now...time for bed! You begin the third week of school tomorrow. Cheerilee always looks forward to your bright faces!”

Trey and Fluttershy tucked Anacrusis and Flutterwing in to bed, kissing them goodnight, before retreating to their own bedroom.

“So...did that make up for not telling it last night?”

Fluttershy simply rushed her face to his, giving him no time to think about it. He knew his answer right then and there,happy that he made a lasting impression.

***

1-1-12

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! On to business.

And so the new year passes as an engaged stallion. We’re going to lay plans out for the wedding soon.

Otherwise, Flutterheart and I had a great New Year’s. Had a party with all of our usual friends. Nothing really interesting to note, except for our New Year kiss. I have to say, that kiss may have been one of the best yet, which says a lot. It was a powerful emotional connection, like a “Welcome to my life forever, here’s to the first year of the rest of our new life together.” though it probably took less words than that. Twilight couldn’t help but look at us and smile, as did several of the other ponies. I think they’re all happy for us. Even Twilight. Somehow, I feel that this is going to be the best year of my life. I’ll be with Fluttershy all year...for the rest of my life. I love her. Maybe now I’ll be able to show her just how much.

Knowing the new year will be the best,

Trey

XIII: Anacrusis picks it up

Trey sighed heavily, looking at the letter delivered to him shortly before school ended.

Dear parent/guardian,

Your child, ANACRUSIS, needs a parent-teacher conference immediately after school. Please meet Cheerilee at the schoolhouse after school hours to discuss your child’s misconduct.

Cheerilee.

P.S-Sorry, Trey. I’m not sure what got into him, but he pushed the envelope a bit far this time. Sorry if this is inconvenient.

Trey recognized Cheerilee’s hoofwriting at the end of the note, at the bottom of the pre-made note the school sends out for misbehavior. What could Anacrusis have done? And why? Trey set the letter aside, rubbing his face with his hoof in frustration.

“Hey, Flutterheart?”

“Yes?” asked Fluttershy, popping her head out from the other room.

“We have to go up to the school. Anacrusis needs to have a parent-teacher conference.”

“Why?” asked Fluttershy, concerned. It was unlike their children to misbehave.

“Misbehavior, apparently.”

“Oh...” said Fluttershy, pinning her ears back. “...I hope it isn’t serious...”

“Nah. Probably just learned a few new words that aren’t school-appropriate.”

“Oh. Well, at least we didn’t teach those to him.”

“Where he learned it is what I’m concerned about.” began Trey, heading out the door, Fluttershy shortly in tow. They discussed various possibilities of what Anacrusis could have done, working themselves up to a state of readiness, where they’d figure out a talk to give him later.

As the two of them strolled in the schoolhouse, where Anacrusis sat in front of Cheerilee’s desk, Cheerilee greeted them, a small look of...was that fear or respect?

“Please, take a seat.” she said sternly, as though she still had some built up anger in her.

“Did Anacrusis say something bad?” asked Fluttershy, starting to worry. The calm mood she got into earlier flew out the window as she and Trey were faced with the problem head on.

“Kind of, but that’s not the issue. Let’s start off with some of the good things I’ve noticed about both of your children.” she began, hoping to calm them before the bad news. “Anacrusis and Flutterwing, who’s playing outside with some other foals, by the way, both show tremendous intellectual capability. They’re both excelling in school. Anacrusis excels in math and science, both technical things, while Flutterwing shows extreme deftness in creativeness, both in art and literary projects. Both of them do fairly well in the music class, but Anacrusis doesn’t seem interested. Sometimes he just doesn’t participate. Honestly, I think he generally has a lack of interest for most activities. I really haven’t found anything that he likes to do. Flutterwing, on the other hoof, participates wholeheartedly.”

“That’s good to know...” said Fluttershy, trying to put on a happy face. Anacrusis fidgeted in his seat, knowing what would come next would upset his parents, especially Trey. He didn’t want to upset his dad...

“Yes. They’re doing very well. Now, I’m afraid we have to go to the bad news...”

Trey sighed, motioning for her to continue. Cheerilee cleared her throat, preparing her speech.

“Anacrusis seems to have a bit of a short temper, and has been showing signs of aggressiveness on more than one occasion. I’ve let it slide, seeing as nopony seemed to find it too bothersome, but I’m afraid he crossed the line today. Anacrusis picked a fight with a few of the other school colts today, giving one a nosebleed, and the other bruises.”

Fluttershy shrank back in her seat. Hopefully ponies wouldn’t think she was a bad parent...

Trey sighed, asking “Why? What started the fight?”

“I’m not exactly sure. Anacrusis hasn’t said a word since I broke up the fight. He’d only just stopped crying when you showed up.”

“I’m not trying to make excuses...” began Trey. “...but why would Anacrusis be crying if he started the fight?”

“He probably got hurt. Fights tend to do that.”

“Um...” began Fluttershy. “...we’ll talk to him about it...please don’t blame us...” she continued, shrinking into herself, like she did years ago.

“Of course not. Foals make mistakes. We’re only equine. Just do your best to make sure this doesn’t happen again, or else I’ll have to suspend him.”

“Yes Ma’am.” said Trey, getting out of his seat. “I’m sorry for his behavior.”

“Yes...sorry...” began Fluttershy. “I’m going to get Flutterwing...and meet you at the house...”

“Ok. That’ll give Anacrusis and I some time to talk on the way home.” said Trey, looking down at his soon, who looked elsewhere, his eyes red from crying. “C’mon. Let’s go.” he said, to which Anacrusis reluctantly hopped up, following his dad home.

***

“Son, if you don’t say anything, I won’t understand.”

Anacrusis continued his slow trot, dragging his hooves along, looking elsewhere.

Trey sighed. “The more I understand, the less angry I’ll be at you.”

Anacrusis’ ears perked, and he looked up at Trey, a small beam of hope in his eyes. He returned to looking at the ground, mumbling. Trey knelt down to listen to him.

“What?” he asked. Anacrusis couldn’t say anything cohesively, and started crying again. Trey managed to pick out an “I’m sorry” before Anacrusis shut down completely and hugged his father tight. Trey returned the gesture.

“C’mon. Let’s go inside.” said Trey. They weren’t too far from the cottage. Trey gently helped Anacrusis inside, where he instinctively went to his room.

“Alright. I’m not going to yell or scream. I just want to know what happened.” said Trey in the kindest tone he had.

“They were picking on her...” he said, avoiding eye contact.

“Who was picking on who?”

“They were picking on Flutterwing...”

“Can you tell me who they were?”

“I don’t know their names...Mrs. Cheerilee does...”

“Ok.” began Trey, realizing he’d stuck up for his sister. “Why were they picking on her? What were they saying?”

“I don’t know...when I got there, Flutterwing was crying.” he said, tears forming in his eyes. “I told them to stop but they started calling me names and they kept picking on Flutterwing.”

“Why didn’t you get Mrs. Cheerilee?”

“...I don’t know...I thought she’d get mad...and then they’d pick on her and me some more...is she ok? I didn’t get to see her...”

“I’m sure she’s fine, Anacrusis.” said Trey, smiling at him, wiping a tear from Anacrusis’ face. “I think you did a very nice thing, sticking up for your sister. Next time, get Mrs. Cheerilee. I don’t want you getting in any more trouble, ok?”

“...ok...”

“I mean it.”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Alright. Now give me a hug.” he said, extending his arms. Anacrusis promptly jumped to him, hugging him tight. “Now, get ready for bed.”

“Can you check and see if Flutterwing’s alright?”

“Sure thing. Sleep well. Mommy’ll be in to tuck you in later.”

Trey promptly trotted to Flutterwing’s room, where Fluttershy was still talking to her.

“You really have to be more careful where you walk, Flutterwing. You could get seriously hurt like that.” she said, kissing her forehead. “Now, get ready for bed and I’ll bring you something to make you feel better.”

“Is she alright?” asked Trey.

“Oh, she’s fine. She just tripped and fell is all. I’ll be right back.”

Trey trotted over to Flutterwing. “Hey, are you ok?”

“Yeah, I just...tripped...” she said, hesitating on that word. “...and fell.” she continued, turning her cheek to him, revealing a moderately sized bruise on her face.

“Flutterwing...” began Trey, his tone getting serious and concerned. “...that didn’t come from falling. I know it. What really happened?”

“I can’t tell you...” she said, looking away. “...they’ll hit me again if I tell anypony.”

An unknown sense of anger grew within Trey as the dark reality of his sweet daughter being hurt weighed heavily upon him. He quickly hugged her tight, a single tear falling from his eye as he embraced her, almost expecting the bruise to undo itself, expecting his love to take away the hate. Fluttershy soon put her to bed while Trey furiously paced about their room. He had to do something. Tomorrow, he’d have a talk with Cheerilee.

XIV: A dish best served cold

“Oh, good afternoon, Trey! What can I help you with?” asked Cheerilee, seeing him trotting in with purpose.

“I need to talk to you about Anacrusis’ fight.”

“Oh...alright. What did you want to discuss?”

“Did you ever ask why Anacrusis was fighting?”

“No, but school policy states that it doesn’t matter. All I know is that he broke the rules by scuffing with the other colts.”

“Did you happen to notice that Flutterwing had a bruise around her eye that same day?”

“If she did, I didn’t notice, but if she got hit or tripped, the bruise wouldn’t have developed until after school hours.”

“That’s fine. I took the liberty of finding out why for you.” he said, his aggression over the subject matter intensifying, while he tried to maintain a calm demeanor.

“Oh? What did he say?”

“Apparently those colts he was fighting with hit my daughter. He came in there to protect his little sister. I demand you take action with their parents.”

Cheerilee looked away, down at the ground, muttering a little “huh...”

“You need to get the whole story next time, Cheerilee. Now, either you talk to those parents or I do. Honestly, you’re bound to handle it nicer than I will. Just take a look at Flutterwing’s eye tomorrow and tell me you wouldn’t do something about that. It’s inexcusable for somepony as sweet as her to be treated like that.”

“I’m sorry, Trey, but...”

“There are no buts, Cheerilee!” he yelled, slamming his hooves down on her desk. Cheerilee jumped back, shocked. Trey digressed, wiping his face with his hoof, sighing heavily.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from. The fact remains that my daughter still got hurt. She told me if she told me what happened, they’d hit her again. You can’t let those kinds of things go. I’m sure their parents would be more than upset to hear that their foal was hurting somepony else. That’s not how they were meant to be raised, I’m sure.”

“I see your point. I’ll take a look at her eye tomorrow and see if I can do anything about it.”

“I have a feeling that what you can do and what you will do probably differ. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” he said, leaving the schoolhouse in a hurry.

***

“Alright, Anacrusis, who were the colts picking on Flutterheart?”

“Those three.” he said, pointing at a group of three colts laughing, shoving each other around playfully.

“Are you sure?”

“Well, I can see their bruises, so yes.”

“Great.”

“Kick their ass, dad.”

Trey gave a small glance at Anacrusis. “I’m not sure where you learned that word, but don’t ever let your mother hear you say that. No, I’m not going to hit them. You already did that. I have a bit of a different idea. Are you any good at baking?”

“No, not really.”

“Good.”

***

Trey and Anacrusis pulled the brownies they recently made out of the oven, admiring their hard “work” and planning.

“Now remember, apologize to them and hoof them these. You said they hang out by the playground after school, right?”

“Yes.”

“And the only way in or out is through the gate, since there’s a huge fence. It would be a shame if it were to get locked in the process, right?”

Anacrusis laughed a small, malicious, almost sadistic laugh. Trey laughed with him, hugging him.

“Now, get to bed. I kept you up past your bedtime anyway. You’ll want to be well-rested for this.”

Anacrusis smiled, trotting off to bed, while Trey retired to his own bedroom.

“Sounds like you were having fun in there.” said Fluttershy, smiling at him.

“I guess so.” he said, smiling mischievously to himself.

“Those brownies sure smell good though...may I have one?”

“NO!” Trey blurted, worried.

Fluttershy shrank back, frightened. “...oh...ok...why not?”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow. Just trust me on this one.”

***

The school bell rang the following day, as massive throngs of schoolfoals flooded out of the tiny building, ready to goof off on the weekend. Anacrusis trotted out , scanning the crowd for his dad, who was just getting there with the brownies. As expected, the three colts pushed and shoved their way to the playground, swinging the gate open quickly. Anacrusis looked up at Trey, his eyes full of second doubts. Trey smiled generously at him, winking. Then, the two proceeded to the gate, opening it, and “accidentally” locking it behind them. As Trey and Anacrusis gently approached the three, they stared over in their direction, curious.

“Who are you?” asked one of the darker ponies, the apparent ringleader.

“I’m Anacrusis’ Dad! I understood he got in a fight with you colts, and I wanted him to apologize to you in pony. Right, Anacrusis?”

“I’m sorry...” said Anacrusis, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye.

“Whatever. Just get the hell out of here before I kick both of your asses.”

Trey raised an eyebrow. Perhaps this is where Anacrusis picked up that word.

“Look, no need to be mean. I’m here to make it up to you. I heard what happened, so I thought I might bake you some brownies as an apology.” he continued, revealing a large batch of seemingly innocent confections.

“Huh.” said one of the other colts in the company. “Maybe he’s not so bad after all.”

“Yeah, whatever, just give us that stuff and we’ll call it good.” he said, extending his hoof greedily. Trey smiled, both internally and externally, laying the plate of brownies ahead of them. As all three of them snarfed down one brownie, the ringleader got greedy, snatching up another two in his mouth, swallowing quickly before the others even noticed.

“Wow. Those tasted...different. What’d you put in these?”

“Oh, well...” began Trey, looking at his watch. “...I’m not really sure what makes them different. They’re just a plain old recipe.”

“Oh...” began the ring leader, a bead of sweat running down his forehead.

“Yeah. I decided to try something different, though.”

“Yeah...” began the ringleader, coughing.

“You alright, Greywolf?” asked his henchcolts, as beads of sweat starting rolling down their foreheads as well.

“Yeah...just...oh...I’m gonna...” began Greywolf, shortly before throwing up copious amounts of brownies. The other two colts with him followed shortly, as Trey and Anacrusis laughed a small amount. Trey then lit up a cigar (Which wasn’t part of the original plan, but he just thought it up this morning) and puffed on it a small amount while the carnage ensued in front of him.

“Oh, and about my daughter, Flutterwing...” he began, getting closer to the colts who looked at him, terrified. “...if I ever hear that you hurt her, or any other pony in this school again, I’m going to come back and hurt you just the same.” he said, blowing cigar smoke onto the three of them. “Now...” he continued, constantly puffing smoke onto them. “...I’d hurry to a bathroom. The best part of the brownie could just hit you at any moment.” he said, winking at them. They quickly tried clamoring to their hooves, stumbling over each other in an attempt to rush out the gate quickly. Anacrusis turned back to look at them, but Trey turned his head away, making sure they faced a different direction.

“Wait for it.” said Trey.

“Get it open, hurry!”

“It’s locked!”

“Oh, man!”

“I CAN’T OPEN IT!”

“OH SWEET CELESTIA!”

“I’M TRYING!”

“IT’S NOT WORKING!”

“I CAN’T HOLD IT!”

Trey and Anacrusis laughed to themselves as they listened to the three colts behind them scream and yell, uttering screams of disgust, before a brief moment of silence, followed by crying.

“Come on. Let’s go home.” said Trey. “Up on my back.”

Anacrusis hopped upon his father as Trey gracefully jumped the fence, casually trotting along the fence line, unlocking the gate as he passed by.

***

“Oh, you’re home late...” said Fluttershy, as the two of them walked in the door. She trotted over to him smiling.

“It’s probably best we get washed up before anything. I’ll tell you why soon.” he said, smiling at her.

“Is it about the brownies?”

“Yes.” said Trey, patting Anacrusis on the back. “It’s about the brownies. Let’s just say Anacrusis won’t be getting in any more fights. And Flutterwing?”

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Those colts won’t be a problem for you anymore. I promise.”

Flutterwing simply smiled, running up and hugging her daddy, regardless if he needed a bath or not.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Trey and Anacrusis smiled at her, happy that she was as well.

***

1-15-12

Well, Fluttershy and I have started discussing wedding preparations and such. We’re planning on having the actual wedding during June or July, when the weather will be fair. Of course, with friends like Rainbow Dash, we shan’t have to worry about the weather anyway. It’s going to be perfect, I hope. I can’t help but feel deep down that I’m going to mess something up, that something’s going to go wrong...what’s the phrase...”Something’s gotta go wrong, because I’m feeling way too damn good.”

In other news, everything’s been fairly normal around the cottage. (On a side note, we’ve determined that we’re going to live at her cottage when we’re all married. Of course, I practically live here already.) All the animals are going well. Angel’s been a bit lazy and sluggish recently, but it’s still the holidays. We’re all lazy and such.

One topic that is going to have to be brought up to Fluttershy is having children. I know I’m going to hold off on making that conversation until much later, seeing as it’s still too early to talk about such “deeper” commitments, given both of us are decently frightened of such activities. Yet, I sense that both of us (Me, definitely) want to be parents. I’ve always wanted to be a father so desperately, to be the kind of father to my son that my dad was, to be the stallion that my grandfather was. I just want to make him proud, make my family proud...especially my dad. Every colt in my family for years has been named something musical. My grandfather and my father both had the exact same name. Here I am, the third in line, hence the name “Trey” (Meaning three.) Debating whether to hand down my real name to my son or break tradition and name him something else (Still music related, of course). I’ll worry about that when the time comes. All I know is that I love Fluttershy, and that’s all that matters.

Knowing who’s important in life,

Trey

XV: "YOU DID WHAT?"

“You did WHAT?” asked Fluttershy.

“Ex-lax brownies.” said Trey, realizing he was in deep trouble.

“You...gave some school foals ex-lax brownies?”

“Yes.”

“Why would you do that?”

“They punched Flutterwing in the face. Have you seen her eye?”

“You mean she didn’t trip?”

“No. Anacrusis got in a fight trying to protect her. I was taking justice in my own hooves.”

“I don’t think that was the best thing to do. You could have seriously hurt those colts. What if they tell their parents? What if they tell the police? What is they arrest you and put you in jail?” she added, starting to worry herself. “Oh, what if Celestia finds out and banishes you? What if she locks you up in the place she banished you to?”

“Flutterheart...”

“...and what if I’ll never see you again? You’ll have to forage for food your own way...you’ll die out there! You’ll be stuck there forever!”

“Fluttershy...”

“And what if she...oh no...”

“FLUTTERSHY!”

Fluttershy snapped out of it, looking over at Trey, concerned for his life.

“I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen. I will agree I probably shouldn’t have handled the matter that way, but I don’t tend to act like myself when somepony I love very much is threatened or hurt. I’d have done much more for you. I’d have done the same for Anacrusis, Flutterwing, hell, even any of our other friends. Twilight, Pinkie, Rainbow Dash, all of them. If something comes up, I’ll answer for myself though. I’m more than happy to accept the consequences of my actions. I’ll have the satisfaction of thinking I did it for a worthy cause.”

“Just...don’t do that again.”

“I promise.”

“Good. Now what was with the cigar?”

***

“So, what’d you guys learn in school today?” asked Trey, as the foals marched in.

“Cutie marks!” shouted Flutterwing, excited.

“...manly marks.” said Anacrusis, gagging a bit. Trey laughed a bit, remembering how he hated the whole “Cutie” thing.

“And?” asked Trey, inquiring for information.

“Mine’s gonna be cute! It’s a cutie mark, after all.” said Flutterwing, beaming at Trey, as Fluttershy trotted in the room.

“What’s going on in here?” asked Fluttershy, smiling at the scene.

“We’re learning about cutie marks!” exclaimed Flutterwing again, beaming at her mother now.

“Oh?”

“MANLY marks.” said Anacrusis.

“Cheerilee said it was cutie marks...”

“For you, maybe. I’m gonna get a manly mark.”

“Both of you are going to get a mark of some sort.” began Trey, trying to end an argument before it began. “I think the better question is...do you have any idea of what you want to do?”

“No...” said Flutterwing, sadly.

“Nope. But I wanna know...can you design your own cutie mark? If you have a mental image in your head, can it become your mark?”

“Uh...” began Trey.

“It never hurts to think of something that looks cool, Anacrusis. Once you start to find something you love to do, why not think about it?” said Fluttershy, smiling at him, encouraging his imagination.

“You’re right! Now, if I could only find something I’m good at...”

“You’re good at getting in trouble...” said Trey, ruffing his mane. Anacrusis sighed. He didn’t particularly care for having his mane roughed up, but he couldn’t exactly retaliate on his dad.

“Maybe I should be a professional troublemaker. Or maybe a stuntcolt!”

“That sounds...dangerous...” said Fluttershy, worried.

“Or maybe I should be a musician like Dad...” he added, unemotionally attached to the idea.

“Do what makes you happy. Now, speaking of happy, who wants ice cream?”

“ME!” yelled Anacrusis and Flutterwing in unison. Fluttershy smiled, taken back by the sudden show of kindness. She knew it better than anypony, but he still managed to surprise her. She trotted alongside Trey as Anacrusis and Flutterwing scrambled out the door. Fluttershy leaned against him ever so slightly, smiling at the sight of their two happy children.

***

2-6-12

Well, while we haven’t exactly settled on a particular date, we have determined we want to get married in July.

We haven’t been able to talk much about anything though. I mentioned Angel was sluggish in my last entry. Well...he passed on about a week ago. Fluttershy and I have been so horribly upset we haven’t been able to do much of anything. Of course, it hit Fluttershy harder than it did me, seeing as she’s had him as a pet for years before I even knew him. It still hurt quite a bit for me, too. One day, I think I’m over it but I see something else; another bunny, his pet bed we can’t bring ourselves to get rid of...leftover pieces of trimming we haven’t gotten around to. It’s just so sudden, like remembering something that never existed. I hope he’s in a better place.

I’ve always wanted to be that crying shoulder, and I’ve done quite a lot of that recently. Fluttershy hasn’t had a day without breaking down since he died. After Fluttershy shut herself off from most of Ponyville after the incident, Angel was essentially her first real pet, as I understand. Really, he just came to be her favorite animal. He was there for her throughout the entire thing, and, I can assume, he made her pull herself up by the bootstraps, so to speak. He was always a bit bold...I guess he helped her to be, too. God rest his soul.

In happier news, I talked to my old school buddy, Frederic Horseshoepan. He and I were in the same graduating class, and I often had him perform several of my works for concerts and stuff. I’ll be using his services again at our wedding. I basically hired him and his small ensemble, including a harp player, a cello player, and, of course, Frederic, the piano player. I asked if I knew anypony in his ensemble, to which he replied he didn’t think I did. The name Octavia sounds slightly familiar though, but I don’t think she was in my class. Oh well. I’ve actually been meaning to pay him a visit. one of these days. I’m excited for the wedding. Nervous, yes, but excited. Just 7 months away.

Waiting for a great wedding,

Trey

“Oh!” said Trey.

“What?” asked Fluttershy.

“I still need to pay that visit to Frederic. Maybe I can do that sometime soon. Would you mind if I headed off to Canterlot in a few days?”

“Oh, no, I’ll be fine.” she said, smiling at him. “I’m sure the kids will behave.”

“Tell me if Anacrusis doesn’t. He’s getting at that age...”

“Cheerilee hasn’t had any bad reports since that fight last month...”

“I know. Flutterwing’s doing quite well. Did I tell you what the school nurse said?”

“Oh, no!”

“I ran into her the other day, and she said that Flutterwing’s been spending a lot of time around the nurses office recently. Not for injuries, but just to watch. She thinks Flutterwing might have an interest in being a nurse or a therapist of some sort. You think you might encourage her to help you with the animals?”

“Oh, that would be lovely!” she said, beaming. The thought of her daughter taking after her made her ecstatic. “I hope I don’t mess it up...”

“Flutterheart, there’s no way you could mess it up.” he said, looking deep into her eyes. “She really looks up to you. I swear she has your sense of kindness.” he added, to which she blushed. He took a hoof and stroked her hair, smiling at her. “You know...” he said, changing trains of thought. “We have to be the luckiest family the the world.”

“Why’s that?” asked Fluttershy, curious. Trey layed down on the bed, pulling her down with him, as she rested her head on his chest.

“Well...I’m already the luckiest stallion in the world simply by being able to spend time with you, much less being your husband. Out of all the stallions in the world, I got to be the luckiest one, blessed with your love.” he added. He felt his chest warm up as Fluttershy’s cheeks flared. “And then, we’re blessed with two amazing children. Both of them really look up to us. They’re the sweetest children for the most part, and compared to other kids, they’re really well behaved. Then again, with an excellent mother like you, I don’t see where they would learn to be anything but excellent.”

“Trey...” started Fluttershy.

“Yes, Flutterheart?”

“I’ve been thinking...”

“Yes?”

“I think I want a new nickname for you. Especially after hearing tonight’s entry.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?”

“Treyngel.”

Trey smiled. “That’s pretty sweet, actually.” he said, stroking her mane again. He felt Fluttershy smile on his chest, her cheeks flaring yet again. “You always know how to make me feel good.”

“Trey?”

“Yes, Flutterheart?”

Fluttershy looked up at him, her large, blue eyes gazing deep into him with wonder.

“I’m glad I met you.”

“I’m ecstatic. When I first kissed you, I knew I’d love you forever.”

“Well...I won’t love you forever...” said Fluttershy, smirking. Trey gave her a weird look, unsure of how to feel about that.

“Why not?”

“Because forever isn’t long enough.” she said, thrusting herself upon him, kissing him madly. Trey, for once, was caught off guard. And, in all honesty, he kind of liked it.

XVI: A visit to a friend

“Daddy, you won’t be gone too long, right?” asked Flutterwing, her eyes full of sadness.

“Of course not. I should be back tomorrow.” he said, hugging her and Anacrusis tight, before kissing both of them on the cheek.

“Be safe! I love you!” said Fluttershy, giving him a quick kiss before sending him out the door. She watched Trey fly off towards Canterlot before closing the door, eagerly awaiting spending the rest of the day with her kids.

***

“And there’s my most loathed schoolmate.” said Trey, smiling as he greeted Frederic Horseshoepin.

“And my most annoying friend. Did I ever mention your compositions sucked?” greeted Frederic, a faint smirk on his lips.

“Did I ever tell you that you just couldn’t play them worth a damn?”

“Oh, how I’ve missed you, Trey. How have things been on the homefront?”

“Well, I’m married with two kids.”

“I know. I played at your wedding, remember?”

“Oh. Yes. I remember now.” said Trey, sheepishly smiling. “Other than that, there’s not much to say. My kids are both doing well in school, Fluttershy’s been doing great, and we’re generally a prosperous family.”

“You still doing much composing?”

“No, not really. I’ve spent more time focusing on the marching band. After I got the job in Ponyville, I put aside my composing for the most part. What about you?”

“Life hasn’t changed much for me, actually. Still performing around Canterlot with my small ensemble. We added a harp player though. Some pony named Lyra. I heard she came from Ponyville. You happen to know her?”

“I think I do recall somepony by that name, yes. How’s business in that sense?”

“About the same as ever. Play at the Grand Galloping Gala every year. I’m honestly getting bored with it. I’ve been looking for something that can really showcase my talents.”

“Need something new to play?”

“Actually, that would be nice. Got anything in mind?”

***

“Now, Flutterwing, you have to be careful. These ones like to have fun.” said Fluttershy, as the two of them fed the squirrels.

“It tickles!” yelled Flutterwing, laughing, as a couple of them pranced about her back. Fluttershy smiled, finding the scene cute.

“Now, Flutterwing, didn’t I say to be careful?” she said in her usual, happy tone. Flutterwing beamed at her mother, trotting up to her to give her a huge hug, leaning against her. Fluttershy smiled, blushing, leaning her head down to embrace her daughter.

“I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you, too, Flutterwing. Now, want to play with the bunnies?”

***

“...but I digress.” said Frederic, downing the last of his soft drink. “Where did the time go?” he asked, checking his watch. It was dark outside, something he and Trey just now noticed.

“Time flies when you’re catching up with an old friend. We should do this again soon sometime.”

“You’re always welcome to pay me a visit. Maybe exhibition for the High School.”

“That would be nice. Tell you what. You compose a new piece for me, something that will test my abilities, yet is graceful to the ear, and I’ll come do show and tell or whatever for the High School.”

“I thought being able to play the piano with hooves would have been enough of a challenge, but you’ve got a bet. I’ll send it to you once I finish it.”

“That’s the spirit. You heading out tonight?”

“No, I’m staying at the castle overnight. the princess was kinda enough to let me stay. I caught up with her for a little bit, too.”

“Ah well. Here’s hoping I see you sometime soon.” said Frederic, extending his hoof. Trey matched it with his and shook it, sending Frederic home with a smile.

***

“Hello!” shouted Trey, as he opened the door to the cottage, trotting in proudly.

“Daddy!” shouted Flutterwing, galloping to greet him, hugging him tight. Fluttershy and Anacrusis trotted in the living room as well, happy to see him.

“Daddy, Daddy! Look what I got!!!” shouted Flutterwing, beaming as she hoisted her flank slightly up in the air. Trey smiled from ear to ear.

“Your cutie mark, huh?” he said, examining it. Her design featured a squirrel eating an acorn, which she was excited to have. “I’m so proud of you! You really liked taking care of the animals, huh?”

Flutterwing simply laughed a small amount, hugging her dad tighter.

“I’m glad you came home when you did!” said Fluttershy, kissing him. “I’m afraid I would have lost circulation in my arm.” she added, smiling. Anacrusis joined the hugfest. Trey smiled. This was one hell of a welcome home present. He loved his family so very much.

***

“...no, I really like her cutie mark!” said Trey.

“Then...what’s wrong?”

“It’s just...I feel bad that I wasn’t there to see it myself. That’s kind of a big deal, you know?”

“Oh, she’s not upset.” said Fluttershy, trying to reassure him. “I’m sure you’ll be there when Anacrusis gets his.”

“I’m going to make damn sure I am.”

“It’s really bothering you, isn’t it?”

“...is it that obvious?”

“Treyngel, you just swore. I’ve never heard you swear before. At least, I can’t remember it. Calm down...it’s ok.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” said Trey, sighing heavily. “There’s nothing I can do to change it anyhow.”

“Please don’t let it bother you...”

“I won’t. I’ll be better in the morning.” he said, to which Fluttershy smiled. ‘I hope...’ he said to himself silently. He knew he’d have that lingering regret for a while. He didn’t want to let that on to Fluttershy, though.

***

3-12-12

I’m starting to second guess myself...I love Fluttershy, that never changes, but now I’m starting to debate whether I’m really ready for marriage or not. There’s always the joke that love stops after marriage. Or sex stops after marriage (Which I find it never begins before marriage for me.). I fear there’s going to be some validity on that. I could never get tired of being around Fluttershy, but what if she starts to get tired of me? I’m probably letting my fears get the best of me, but I can’t help it. It just seems as though we’re doomed to fail, bound to end up like 50% of all the marriages out there, which end in divorce. I took a huge risk asking her to marry me. I was so confident, then. Now, I just...I just really hope we don’t split apart. I love her too much. I’d best end it before I write myself into madness.

Thinking about marriage,

Trey

4-22-12

Well, things have been going well. My lingering doubts about a doomed relationship have nearly subsided. I’m just going to take things a day at a time. If I last another day with the most beautiful mare in the world at my side, I can feel victorious.

Fluttershy and I have decided on a wedding date and place, though we haven’t determined much else than that. We plan on getting married July 3rd. Her favorite number was 7, and my name means Three. So, it’s kind of symbolic in a way. Actually, it IS symbolic. Yeah.

Anyways, I’ll be sure to write more as the wedding approaches. I’m going to need a nice suit. I should probably contact Rarity. I faintly remember her offering her services to me when I first met her. Something about a handsome colt. The charmer shall acquire clothing.

Ready to acquire clothing,

Trey

XVII: The thing at the place

5-11-12

More advances made in the marriage plans. In case I didn’t mention it, she wants to have her wedding in the Canterlot gardens. I figured she’d want an outdoor wedding, where all the animals could see. She just belongs there, and I’m more than happy to be there with her.

Going to have Frederic perform at the wedding. And his small ensemble with Octavia, world-renowned cello player. Other than that, no real major wedding plannings made. Just small things like colors and stuff. I wouldn’t mind an entirely red and black wedding, but white seems to be the commonly accepted shade for these kinds of things. It matched my coat, anyway...but I think the white will look better on Fluttershy. In about 2 months, we shall see how much.

2 months!

Trey

6-3-12

1 month. I have to last 1 more month before I will finally be married to the most amazing mare in the world.

If only it was that easy. I’m starting to have some second guesses about this whole thing. Did we give it enough time of dating before we decided to get married? It’s not like my love for her has decreased, but it just seems like things are bound to go wrong. Then again, I always think that. There’s just something about being perfectly happy that bothers me. I’ve never had a reason to be perfectly happy. Nor have I been successfully perfectly happy. Yet, Flutterheart makes me...perfectly happy. That worries me a little bit. There’s no such thing as perfection. I’m pretty sure I’m just writing myself into madness, always trying to think of every excuse not to be happy. There’s just something about being happy that scares me. It’s natural to be afraid of the unfamiliar, but why can’t I accept it when I have it? She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, everything that makes me happy anymore. GAH. I hope I don’t become this bipolar during the actual wedding. I might say no to our happiness.

Bipolar,

Trey

7-10-12

Been a week since the wedding.

***

Trey’s alarm jolted him awake. He barely slept much last night but it didn’t matter. Today was a huge day. Today was the day he’d be getting married to the mare he loved so much. He sprung from his bed with unmatched fervor, hurriedly putting on his tuxedo he had specially made by Rarity. She actually made it for him for free, under the pretense that it was too special of a day to charge for. Really, she was just so happy to see Fluttershy happy. It was priceless to her.

He dashed out the door, quickly flying off to Canterlot. He was always early, a very punctual pony, and today would be no excuse.

***

Trey flew down quickly, stepping inside the groom’s quarters.

“Hey. It’s a big day.” said Frederic, flashing him a smile. He adjusted Trey’s tie for him, which got ruffled from the flight, patting him on the back. “Now, if you excuse me, I have some music to play.” he said, winking. He trotted off elsewhere, sheet music in tow. Trey smiled to himself as the sound of a soft, small ensemble played, the cello proclaiming its glory to the crowd.

***

“You look absolutely fabulous, Darling!”

“Oh...I don’t know...”

“Fluttershy, you look great! Just go out there and have fun. This is YOUR day.”

“I guess so...”

“Fluttershy, I reckon you’re nervous.That’s natural. This day only comes once, really. So go out there and make the most of it.”

“But...there’s a lot of ponies out there...”

“Yeah, but only one of them out there matters today.”

“Oh...yes, that makes sense.”

“And the sooner you do this, the sooner we can get some cake!”

Fluttershy giggled a little bit. “Thanks for the encouragement, everypony...I needed it.”

“We’re always here for ya Sugarcube.”

“GROUP HUG!!!” shouted Pinkie, enveloping all of them tightly.

“You’re just the bestest friends anypony could ask for.” said Fluttershy, smiling. “Now...I guess I should put the dress on, huh?”

***

Trey stood near the altar with his best colt, an old Friend from Canterlot he’d kept up with for years. Frederic sat by the piano, waiting for the signal to start the processional music.

“Are you nervous?” whispered his friend.

“A little.” said Trey, trying to muster his strength. His legs felt like jelly, and he was shaking trying to stand up properly. His breath was short and rapid. The last time he remembered feeling like this was the day he first kissed Fluttershy.

“You’re going to be fine. Just go with the flow. Remember, you only do this once. Make it count.”

“Yeah...you’re right. Thanks.”

“Anytime, stallion.”

“You think everything’s going to be fine?”

“Stop worrying.” he said, shortly before the processional music started. “And we’re about to find out.” he added, smiling at Trey. Trey sighed, awaiting the entrance of his beautiful bride.

The bridesmaids entered first, all of her best friends from Ponyville. Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Twilight, and Pinkie Pie (Who seemed to have a bit of trouble not bouncing about like she was so accustom to). They took their proper places as the ring bearer, one of Trey’s friend’s children, trotted down the aisle with Applebloom, who played the flower girl.

And, of course, Fluttershy. She trotted down the aisle accompanied by her father, who helped her along. Fluttershy was trembling as much as he was, and on more than one occasion nearly stopped, trying to go in reverse. As she reached the end of the aisle, her father encouraged her forward, and she timidly stepped up to the altar, slowly, trying to smile at Trey. Trey tried to smile back at her, as they both tried to reassure each other that things would be fine.

"Trey, are you ready to enter into this marriage with Fluttershy, believing the love you share and your faith in each other will endure all things?"

“I do. Er...I am. Uh...yes. Yeah.” he said, trying to shut himself up before it got any worse.

"Fluttershy, are you ready to enter into this marriage with Trey, believing the love you share and your faith in each other will endure all things?"

“Um...yes.”

“Trey, do you take Fluttershy to be your wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in holy matrimony? Do you promise to love her, to honor and cherish her, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to be to her in all things a good and faithful husband as long as you both shall live?”

“I am. Do. I do.”

“Fluttershy, do you take Trey to be your wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in holy matrimony? Do you promise to love him, to honor and cherish him, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to be to him in all things a good and faithful wife as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” she said, a little more confidently than he did.

"It is an equine custom to exchange wedding bands as a symbol of love. As the bands have no end so your love should have no end. As the bands are made of gold symbolizing purity, so should your marriage have purity. As often as either of you see them, you will be reminded of this moment and the endless love you promised."

"Trey, what token do you give that you will perform your vows?"

Trey fumbled over himself, nearly dropping the band before holding on to it tight.

"Fluttershy, do you receive this band in token of the same?"

"I do." she said, smiling. She was gaining more confidence, simply by focusing on Trey.

Trey then clasped the wedding band around Fluttershy’s neck.

"Fluttershy, this band I give to you in token and pledge of my constant faith and abiding love."

"Fluttershy, what token do you give that you will perform your vows?"

Fluttershy calmly pulled out her band, smiling at him.

"Trey, do you receive this band in token of the same?"

"I yes." Trey said, as a silent ‘DAMMIT’ shouted in his head. Fluttershy then clasped the band around Trey’s neck, the smell of her mane surrounding Trey in a calming aura.

"Trey, this band I give to you in token and pledge of my constant faith and abiding love."

"What therefore God hath joined together, let nopony put asunder. For as much as Trey and Fluttershy have consented together in holy matrimony, and have witnessed the same before God and this company and have pledged their love and loyalty to each other, and have declared the same by the joining and the giving of bands, I, therefore, by the authority of the state, pronounce that they are husband and wife, in the name of the Lord. You may now kiss the bride.”

Cheers erupted as Trey and Fluttershy passionately kissed each other, both of them trembling from excitement, happiness, and, well...love.

Trey pulled away, looking deep into Fluttershy’s eyes.

“I love you, Flutterheart.”

“I love you too, Trey.”

***

7-10-12

Been a week since the wedding.

I thought it went over well. I was nervous as hell though. I think I managed to say the wrong lines quite a few times. I nearly dropped the ring, and, well...bleh. But we’re married now, and that’s what matters. I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with her.

The reception went over well. Pinkie managed to eat half the cake right after she made sure Fluttershy and I got a piece. There was a lot of cake, too. Not sure if everypony got a piece. But, Pinkie is Pinkie. She means no harm.

The next thing up is our honeymoon. Probably should have had it already, but I decided to save up a little bit and take a later honeymoon. She told me she doesn’t want one, but I’m going to surprise her. We’re going to spend a few days in Manehattan, shortly before we embark on a short 5 day cruise or so. I think it’ll be fun. I’ll break the news to her tomorrow. Here’s hoping she likes it.

The only thing that’s bothering me now is the whole sex thing. We’ve put it off because of mutual agreements. I’ve already talked to her about my desire to be a father, though. She wants to be a mother, too. This is something we’re going to have a difficult time overcoming. Maybe during the honeymoon. As far as I know, it’s better to act and not think where this is concerned, but I can’t help it. I love her too much, and sex just seems to invasive. Painful, even. I’m just afraid things will turn out like they did with Fleur, breaking up two weeks later. We’re married, I know, so I’m exaggerating the danger, but still. Regardless, I’m going to wait for her to make the decision and give me the green light, so to speak. I’ll worry about that later and update you.

Hoping for the fears to dissipate,

Trey

XVIII: The big step

7-24-12

Well, the honeymoon was...uh...well. I’m not going to spare details here.

The honeymoon itself was great. Manehattan was a blast, the cruise was fantastic, and simply spending time with Flutterheart was worth more than all the money I spent towards the trip. Everything in that aspect went fine and dandy.

Of course, it came time to go home. Shock and awe, right? Basically, we tried making love. I’m just too damn awkward for that.

So, first thing, she gets in the bed. I wasn’t even thinking about making love at this point. She just sort of looks at me in a peculiar way, and it clicks. Of course, I’m thinking “Uh oh...this...can I do this?” but I’m really just standing there with a weird look on my face.

“Do you want to turn the lights off?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. That might be necessary for sleep.” I said, awkwardly flipping the light off. She says a soft little “Oh...of course.” before I slip into bed as well.

But of course, as is customary, I kiss her. I’m madly in love with her, so...yeah. Problem is, I have this seed planted in my mind about sex. I am half and half now. Want to make love to her because I love her and that’s apparently the deepest way to show it. Don’t want to do it because...I love her. I have more respect for her body than to just...go inside it. Like...really. That’s invasion of privacy.

Anyways, since I have that whole sexual thought stream going on, of course, one gets excited, so to speak. Yeah...I’m not going to hold back on this one. Basically, my penis grazed some part of her body. Of course, the minute I realized this, I stop kissing her, and back away, horrified. I have tears in my eyes. (Yeah...tears.) Fluttershy gets kind of scared for a minute, thinking she scared me or something. I just sort of look at her with the tears and try to smile, muttering a soft “sorry...”

What happened next shocked me, but I understand that it was necessary. Flutterheart didn’t say a word, but just simply kissed me, leaning her body closer to me...making it touch her yet again. I wanted to back away yet again but...I couldn’t. Something kept me there. I guess I put away all doubt I had in my mind and just let it happen.

I just lied there, kissing her, while the awkwardness of my dick poking her inner thigh started to dissipate. Flutterheart just kept kissing me...it’s as if all worries I ever had just slowly went away. Nothing else mattered in that moment except for her. Next thing I know...I’m kissing her neck. I don’t remember transitioning at any point, but it was certainly...instinctual. That’s the part that scares me. Anyways, I kissed her neck, her cheeks...anywhere sensual, really. Sure, she squirmed because it tickled, but she never once tried to move away...or back away...she never told me to stop...she just...trusted me. Once this thought hit my mind, I worked my kissing up her neck back to her face, staring down at her with her beautiful blue eyes. She gave me the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen, the prettiest eyes I’d ever seen, and, without saying anything, told me everything. I kissed her as passionately as I could, before embracing her...assuming the position. I put my head to the side of hers, letting our cheeks touch while I...well...penetrated her. I heard her squeak a bit, so I instinctively tried to pull away, but Flutterheart put her arms around my back and refused to let me go. I looked down at her, seeing her smile yet again, her eyes letting me know that it was fine...that everything was fine. So...I kissed her yet again and carried on. I’m not a noisemaker by any means, but I do recall halting for a minute, looking deep into her eyes, and telling her “Flutterheart...I love you.” before I continued making love to her. Just 4 words...4 simple words...but they meant everything at that moment. I can’t recall a different time that I spoke anything more true than that.

When all was said and done, we lied there beside each other, just looking into each other’s eyes. She gently stroked my mane as I rubbed her chest with my hoof lightly, almost tickling her. I kissed her softly and tenderly, toying with her mane. I never realized how amazing even the simplest of things about a pony are until you take the time to figure them out. The last thing I remember, she cuddled her head into my chest, nuzzling me like she always does. She looked up at me with those blue eyes...and rubbed her nose against mine, before kissing me one last time, falling asleep on my chest. I remember yawning quite heavily, shortly before waking up to find her still sleeping on my chest. That may have been the best night of my life. Since then, I have never once regretted making love to her. To be honest...I almost look forward to it.

XIX: That fateful day

7-25-12

Of course, as expected, guilt’s started to flood my mind. The feeling of not caring has slowly gone away the longer this goes on. I keep asking myself if it’s love or lust...sounds familiar, doesn’t it?

I know that it’s love because, well...I love her. And we’re married. And we’ve both overcome our past to show each other our love. Only thing is, doing it still seems so...bad. I know it’s not a sin or anything, but it’s just...bleh. I don’t know.

Otherwise, not much has changed. We’re still a happily married couple (Though it’s only been about a month or so) that loves each other very much. I hope and pray that never changes.

Hoping things never change,

Trey

8-12-12

Glad to say our marriage is working out nicely. Everything is still happy.

You know, I know things haven’t really changed much from us dating to us being married, but it’s honestly not a bad thing. Just cuddling up with Flutterheart night after night (Amongst various other activities, of course) and telling her how much I love her...simply looking into those deep, blue eyes...stroking her face and mane...and then, of course, kissing her with all the passion I can muster, means everything. I know it sounds like it’ll get repetitive, but when you’re in love, it really doesn’t. She’s just so damn beautiful. Everything I’ve ever written about, really. She’ll always be that way.

The more things change...the more they stay the same.

Trey

8-27-12

Things are still going well. Flutterheart’s been acting a little...off recently, but nothing too drastic. She’s had a few times she just snaps. If an animal doesn’t properly behave, she’ll tend to stare at it (Which works, for some reason) or tell it, in less than her normally nice tone, to straighten up. She hasn’t really acted like that to me, though. However, I’m preparing myself for when she does. I wonder why she’s acting so strange?

Curious of the strange,

Trey

9-2-12

Well...I found out why Flutterheart’s been acting strange.

Basically, Flutterheart and I went to see Nurse Redheart for a heart-to-heart (See what I did there?) talk. I’ve never been happier in my life. I’m going to be a father.

Yes...Flutterheart’s pregnant. We don’t know if it’ll be a colt or a filly yet, but...I’m too excited. Flutterheart couldn’t contain her excitement and we basically collapsed on the floor once we got back to the cottage, laughing and smiling. Today was just a perfect day.

Now I’m starting to debate whether I can really handle all of this or not. I’ve always wanted to be a dad, but I hope I don’t mess up the child...I managed not to mess Flutterheart up, so I think I’ll be fine, but a foal is a completely different matter. Like...oh dear...can I really handle this? Will I be a good father? I know that the measure of a stallion is not brains or brawn, but whether his son wants to grow up to be the kind of stallion he is. I just...I’m so happy, yet so...I don’t know what this emotion would be. Worried? All I know is that I got what I’ve wanted all along and it almost scares me. AGH! Flutterheart has good maternal instincts from working with the animals all day, so I’m sure if I horribly fail, she’ll be there to help me right along. I hope so, anyway.

I’d better head off to bed and sleep on the matter. Though I have a feeling I won’t be able to sleep much at all tonight.

Happily,

Trey

9-24-12

Flutterheart and I are still buzzing about the baby. Still sort of afterglow about it, so to speak. She went and told all of our friends, and Pinkie Pie seemed the most excited about it. She really looks forward to playing with the baby. I’m not sure how I feel about that, though. She’s really bouncy. And hyper. But I’m sure she could handle responsibility if it was given to her. Twilight seemed to be the next most excited, asking everything such as what its name would be. We had to tell her several times it was too early to tell. And, of course, she told us that when we needed books on parenting, she’d be sure to have one. I might actually take her up on that offer, though. Just to make sure I don’t do too much wrong. Of course, Rarity offered to make some outfits for the kid, and Applejack and RD said they’d help out with whatever they could, since they don’t really have any specific talents. I’m just happy that we have such great friends to rely on.

Relying heavily,

Trey

11-12-12

The longer time goes on, the larger Flutterheart’s stomach gets. The bigger it gets, the more I’m reminded of my upcoming responsibilities and my growing happiness. Almost symbolic in a way...

Next month will be the one year anniversary of our engagement. I can clearly remember that day I proposed to her. Everything was perfect that day. Everything. Hopefully this Hearth’s warming will be even better. But what to get the mare who says she already has everything she wants? I’m everything she wants, but I can’t just give her myself. She needs as much as I can give her. Seriously. What can I give her? Something more expensive than chocolate. Maybe some more jewelry...idk. I have over a month to think about it.

Thinking about it,

Trey

12-1-12

The first day of December. 24 more days until I give her my engagement anniversary present! Supposing I have one by that time, that is. Still fretting about it. Maybe a bunny? Or would that be too soon? She already has a lot of them...perhaps that wouldn’t be the greatest idea. I have no clue. My mind’s all over the place with this right now.

All over the place,

Trey

12-12-12

12-12-12. I just had to write an entry today. Nothing much to report, really. I think I’m going to settle for getting Flutterheart some jewelery. Something nice. That sparkles. And shines. I think I might be able to buy some gems from Rarity for a fairly good price. Or I could get her something else. Hearth’s Warming is a difficult time of year.

Difficult,

Trey

12-25-12

Hearth’s Warming is all said and done. Happy one year to our engagement!!!

I wound up getting Flutterheart a multi-gemmed necklace, with diamonds, sapphire, ruby, red diamonds, turquoise, and other assorted gems. She got me an interesting gift, to say the least. Somehow, she managed to find a music collection of all of the songs I managed to compose prior to arriving in Ponyville. She said she’d be more than happy to listen to them with me, which I’m happy. Only problem is...I don’t remember ever receiving notifications or permission for the making of this collection. Perhaps she had it custom made? It doesn’t really matter. It’s the thought that counts. And simply having her is what counts as well. So, needless to say, this Hearth’s Warming was more than spectacular.

Spectacularly,

Trey

2-3-13

Happy new year!

Been too long since I wrote.

Flutterheart’s stomach has gotten a lot bigger the longer her pregnancy has gone on. Starting to get nervous the longer this goes on. We’re scheduled to go in for another appointment next month. By then, we should be able to have a detailed view of what sex the baby’s bound to be. I really hope it’s a colt. That would make me tremendously happy. Of course, I’ll be tremendously happy if it’s a filly as well, but I’m slightly leaning for a colt. Male bloodline thing. If it is, then the slight problem will be what to name him. Do I give him my real name or something else? Bleh. I’ll think about that when the time comes.

Thinking about it later,

Trey

3-5-13

IT’S A COLT!!!

Flutterheart’s pregnant with a colt! I’m so excited...I just want to bounce off of the walls like Pinkie Pie does on a regular basis...Oh, Sweet Celestia, I’m so happy. Flutterheart’s pretty excited, too. Now the only thing left is to buy new furniture and decide on a name. A mane name. Give him my name...or a new one? Regardless, it’s going to be music related, but still. IT’S A COLT!!! YES YES YES YES YES!!!

I’m going to be ecstatic elsewhere, with my darling Flutterheart.

Trey

5-10-13

Just about one more month...

Flutterheart’s stomach is huge now. That baby’s going to be a whopper, I can tell.

Still trying to decide on a name...Flutterheart’s given me full permission with the naming. If we ever have a daughter, she gets full ride on that name. We’re both excited. Hopefully she doesn’t start the stereotypical “YOU DID THIS TO ME” when one month comes around.

Impatient for once,

Trey

6-3-13

Flutterheart was rushed to the hospital today. It’s time. We’re expecting the baby within the next few hours possibly. Bring it on.

Trey

XXI: Small steps

6-10-13

So Flutterheart and all her group of friends left to go to Canterlot for something important. I’m left here for the weekend with Anacrusis. Not a bad deal at all.

***

Anacrusis yawned widely, trotting out to the living room, where Trey already had breakfast ready.

“Good morning!” he said, putting a plate in front of him. Anacrusis looked at it, studying it. “It’s good! Trust me!”

Anacrusis slowly leaned towards it, nibbling on it. Upon deciding he liked it, he quickly snarfed the entire thing down. Trey raised in eyebrow, in awe.

“You’re one hungry colt. You’ll grow up to be some sort of athlete, you know that?”

Anacrusis smiled, trotting up to his dad, laying his head on his lap, staring up at him. Trey smiled at how cute he looked.

“So...you wanna play?”

Without even thinking, Anacrusis galloped of to the living room, where the toybox was. Not quite big enough to open it himself, Trey picked him up, feeling him struggle to open the box. Soon enough, Anacrusis felt a huge sense of satisfaction of being able to open it on his own, hurriedly jumping inside it, laughing. The top closed on him, and he gently poked his head from the box, checking to make sure Trey was still there. Trey smiled as Anacrusis ducked down again, playing a small game of peekaboo, laughing away. Soon enough, Trey picked him up out of the box, holding him in his arms, swinging around in a circle to Anacrusis’ delight. Trey gently nuzzled him, tickling him. Anacrusis screamed in laughter as Trey continued to play with him, laying down on the ground. Anacrusis smiled and jumped about Trey, flopping onto his stomach.

“Come here, you.” said Trey, quickly rubbing Anacrusis’ mane with his hoof, making a muss of it. Anacrusis smiled, calming down, laying on top of his father, sprawled out on his stomach. “I love you, Anacrusis.”

Anacrusis babbled, making foalish noises.

“You love me too? Well, that’s quite convenient.” said Trey, smiling at him. Anacrusis still babbled, smiling at his dad. Trey smiled back at him, nuzzling Anacrusis’ nose with his.

“I’ll always love you. You’re a special colt, you know that?” he said. Anacrusis babbled on, smiling. Trey rubbed his back, laying his head back. “You’re special indeed...” he said, closing his eyes, ready for a nap.

“Bend!”

Trey’s ears perked up and he looked at Anacrusis. “Wha?”

“Bend!”

Trey’s eyes opened wide and a smile started to form upon his lips.

“Band!”

“Sweet Celestia, your mother’s going to want to hear about this.”

***

Not a bad deal also that Anacrusis decided to mature. He said his first word today: Band. First time I heard it, it sounded like “Bend”, which I’m sure was him trying to pronounce that syllable. After the third time, he managed to say it, though it still sounded more like “bond”. I’m glad I was here for his first word. It’s a shame that Flutterheart wasn’t here for it, but she was sure happy when she got home. Anacrusis went around yelling “Band!” all day. Have I really said it that much to where that was his first word? Usually derivatives of “mom” or “dad” are common. Yet, here’s my son, Bandmaster Anacrusis, going around the house yelling “Band!”. It’s actually kind of heartwarming. Flutterheart couldn’t stop smiling anytime he’d bark it out. “Want to eat?” “Band!” “Time for bed!” “Band!”. These are the years where we teach them to stand, walk, and talk. Years later, we’ll be telling him to sit down and shut up. But for now, I’m perfectly happy with him going around proudly shouting out his first word, courtesy of his dad. I can’t wait to tell the band about this.

Band!

Trey

***

“Hey, Dad?”

“Yes, Anacrusis?”

“Can I get your help with something?”

“Sure!”

“Follow me.” he said, leading Trey into his room.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“I...what are you giving Mom for Heart’s and Hooves day?”

“Oh. Uh...” he started. He honestly hadn’t even thought of it. “Chocolates and flowers. Nothing too extensive. Why?”

“Well...um...” he said, lowering his head. Trey smiled.

“You have a crush on somepony, don’t you?”

“Shh.” he said, glancing up at Trey.

“Heh. You do. You have a crush.”

“...yes. But don’t tell anypony.”

“Who is she?” asked Trey, desperate to know.

“Her name’s...um...can you close the door?”

Trey laughed a little, closing the door.

“What’s her name, now?”

“Her name’s...Chocolate Cherry.”

“She sounds nice.”

“She is...we had to work on a project together last week...she actually wanted to work with me.”

“Do other ponies usually not?”

“No...not really. But she came straight up to me and wanted to work with me.”

“That’s sweet. So, you took a liking to her, huh?”

“Yeah...I was just wondering what you would get Mom so I would know what to get her...”

“Anacrusis...” began Trey, kneeling down to his level. “...you just get this filly anything. Just something that shows you care. Why not make something for her? Write a poem, or make a personal card?”

“Well...I don’t know...I want to make sure she likes it. I don’t want to give her something that might upset her...”

“Son, trust me on this one. Just give her something from the heart. If she likes you back, she’ll love it. Who knows. Maybe she’ll be your special somepony...” he said, nudging Anacrusis. Anacrusis smiled a bit, looking up at his dad.

“You really think so?”

“I know so. That’s how I made your mother my special somepony.”

Anacrusis smiled, latching on to his dad for a hug.

“Thanks, Dad.”

Trey ruffled Anacrusis’ mane with his hoof, smiling. First crush. Another part of fatherhood he was able to check off his list.

***

“So, what are we going to read tonight?” asked Fluttershy, snuggling up to him.

“Oh, I thought we’d skip the reading tonight. I have an even better story to tell.”

“Oh?”

“Your favorite son got his first crush.”

“OH MY GOSH! That’s amazing! I mean, only if it works out...Oh, I’m so excited! What’s her name? Who is she?”

“I think you just asked the same question twice. Apparently her name is Chocolate Cherry. He really likes her.”

“Oh, good. Did he tell you this?”

“First he asked me what I was getting you for Heart’s and Hooves day.”

“What’d you say?”

“I’m not going to spoil it for you.” he said, winking. “But I drew some conclusions and got him to admit that he had a crush on somepony.”

“How did they meet?”

“That’s the thing. Apparently she came up to him to work on a project.”

“That’s sweet.”

“Yeah. I hope things work out for him.”

“I’m sure they will. Did you tell him to give her something from the heart?”

“Of course. I told him if I wouldn’t have given from MY heart, I would have never gotten YOUR heart.”

Fluttershy blushed, smiling. Trey passionately kissed her, stroking her face.

“You know...”

“What?” she asked, gazing into him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. More than anything.”

***

Anacrusis and Flutterwing burst in the front door. Flutterwing was carrying a bag in her mouth, with cards and candy protruding from it. Anacrusis trotted in proudly, his chest puffed out. In his mouth he carried a single card.

“Mommy, look what I got!” shouted Flutterwing, begging Fluttershy to see all the candy she got.

“Looks like you got a lot of love and care this year.” she said, nuzzling her. “Don’t eat it all at once. You’ll get a tummy ache.” she added, smiling.

“So...what’d you get, Anacrusis?” asked Trey. He already had a pretty good feeling about what that card was, but he needed to make sure.

“Oh, just a card from Chocolate Cherry.” he said, giving it to his dad. Trey opened it up, reading.

Anacrusis,

Roses are red,

violets are blue,

I’m really glad I was partners with you.

Chocolate Cherry

“Not bad. What did you wind up giving her?”

“Oh...just a drawing.”

“Just a drawing?”

“Yeah, it looked really good, too!” said Flutterwing.

“Well, it wasn’t THAT good.” he said sheepishly.

“Well, she thought it was. Otherwise she wouldn’t have kissed you on the cheek.” said Flutterwing, soon covering her mouth.

“Oh ho HO!” said Trey, putting a hoof on Anacrusis’ mane. “So I was right, huh?”

“...yeah...” he said, bending his head in embarrassment.

Trey ruffled up his mane, patting his back. “I’m proud of you, son. You should have her over sometime.”

“Can I?” he asked, getting excited.

“Of course, Anacrusis!” said Fluttershy, smiling at him.

“Well...what about tomorrow?”

Trey and Fluttershy laughed at Anacrusis’ eagerness.

“Of course, Anacrusis. Of course.”

XXII: Meet the family

6-12-13

Anacrusis’ vocabulary still hasn’t increased much, but hey, that one word is all he’ll need for now. The band found it absolutely charming, and it’s become a bit of an inside joke. They want me to bring Anacrusis by one day just so they can hear him shout it out. Shout it out...sounds like a great name for a stand tune. I’ll get to work on that.

Otherwise, Flutterhearrt and I have discussed the possibility of having another child. We’ve agreed it’s still a little early to think about it, but that we definitely wouldn’t mind having another child, especially a daughter. Anacrusis certainly wouldn’t mind having a playmate, especially one his own age. There’s not a lot of foals for him to play with, and I feel like I’m depriving him. Sure, he loves playing with Flutterheart and I, but he needs interaction with other foals, too. Flutterheart and I are about to go to the Gala, though, so we’ll probably put him in the care of a foalsitter overnight. We’ll see how he handles it. I hate to leave him for an entire day, though.

Anacrusis is definitely going to grow up to be one of those touchy feely foals. He gets a lot of contact from Flutterheart and I, and, much like myself, that will most likely equivalate to love for him. Flutterheart and I hug and nuzzle him on a regular basis and recently he’s started to do the same to us on his own accord. It’s so adorable, though. He’ll simply stand under me with those big eyes and babble, sometimes saying “Band?” before standing up on his hind legs, begging for me to pick him up. Of course, I couldn’t help but to quickly pick him up and nuzzle him, if only to hear him shriek in laughter. I love being a dad. Nothing’s brought me more happiness in my life than the simple joy of being a father. Every day is an adventure that I can’t wait to live. Daring Do has nothing on me.

The adventurous father,

Trey

***

“Well, come on in!” said Trey, answering the knock at the door, finding a dark brown Earth Pony with a red mane. “You must be Chocolate Cherry!”

“Um...yes. Pleased to meet you.” she said timidly, scanning the inside of the house for Anacrusis, who promptly galloped into view upon hearing of her arrival. They both smiled upon seeing each other, and Chocolate Cherry stepped into the cottage.

“And that’s my dad!” said Anacrusis, introducing the two. Chocolate Cherry dipped her head in nodding, smiling at him. “That’s my mom, and that’s Flutterwing, but you already met her.” he said, pointing at the two who were standing close by. Fluttershy gently introduced herself, letting her know she could help herself to anything to make herself comfortable.

“So, what do you want to do?” Anacrusis asked her.

“I don’t know. What’s there to do?”

“Frisbee?” asked Trey, offering the family’s pastime as an option. Flutterwing bounced up at the suggestion, eager to play.

“Oh. Uh...sure!” she said, smiling. Flutterwing screamed in joy, hurriedly retrieving the Frisbee, trotting outside before the rest of them even reached the door.

“I guess she really wanted to play.” said Chocolate Cherry, noting her eagerness.

“It’s her second favorite game.” said Trey.

“What’s her first?”

“It’s a secret.” said Trey, winking.

“Come on, guys!” yelled Flutterwing, her eyes as big as saucer plates.

***

“They seem like a cute couple.” said Fluttershy.

“They do.” said Trey, peering through the living room window at them, as they played outside with Flutterwing. “But we still need to keep a watch on them. I mean...we haven’t even met her parents yet. Shouldn’t we have done that first?”

“Oh. I guess that makes sense. Maybe we should arrange that for later?”

“Absolutely. My only debate is whether he’s at that point to be left alone with her.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“He’s still young, yes, but he’s still a colt. I know we raised him right so far, but that doesn’t mean that there’s not a possibility he could get carried away.”

“Oh...”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine, but you can never be too sure.” he said, smiling at her.

“I just want him to be happy.”

“I’m sure he will be.” he said, looking out the window again. Anacrusis was playing keep-away from Flutterwing with Chocolate Cherry, finding her eagerness to get the Frisbee back amusing. Flutterwing frantically tried to use her wings, to no avail. Regardless, she still was having fun. Chocolate Cherry seemed to be having a lot of fun as well.

“Should we have her over for dinner?” asked Fluttershy.

“I don’t see why not.” said Trey, smiling. “It might be good.” he added, Trotting outside to ask.

“Care to stay for dinner, Chocolate?”

“Yes, please.” she said, responding without a second thought. Trey smiled.

“Of course. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.” he said, trotting off.

“So?”

“She’ll be joining us for dinner. I’ll get started!”

“That sounds nice!” she said, giving him a quick kiss. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”

***

“So, tell us a bit more about yourself. What kinds of things do you do for fun?” asked Trey, over dinner.

“Well...I found I was great at making chocolate covered cherries. As well as other fruits, too. But mostly cherries.” said Chocolate Cherry, shyly. “Other than that, I don’t really get out much. I just stay at home helping around the house.”

“What about your parents? What do they do?” asked Fluttershy.

“Um...” she began, struggling to find the words to explain. “...my dad works for the...um...” she started, embarrassed to say it. “...trash collection.” she finished, hanging her head.

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of!” said Trey, recognizing her embarrassment.

“What about your mom?” asked Anacrusis.

“Um...I don’t want to talk about it.”

Trey’s smile slanted a bit, as he got a sudden hunch what that meant. He quickly tried to change the subject, but Anacrusis got in the question Trey hoped he wouldn’t ask.

“Why not? I’m sure she’s a nice mare!”

“Um...”

“Maybe another time.” said Trey, ending it. “It’s getting late. I’m sure your dad will want you back home before it gets dark.”

“Oh.” she said, stalling. “...yes. I guess so.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll walk you home.” he said, smiling at her. She tried to return the smile, only managing to give him half of one. Trey took note of this.

“You don’t have to do that...” she added.

“Oh, it’s no problem.”

“Yeah!” said Anacrusis, smiling at her. “Besides, my dad should probably meet your dad.”

“Oh...are you sure?”

“Positive. It’s no trouble at all.”

“Oh...ok then.”

Trey, Anacrusis, and Chocolate Cherry trotted out the door towards Ponyville.

“So, which way’s your house?” asked Trey. Chocolate Cherry trotted towards a house near the edge of town, a small, slightly run down house. Trey realized at once why she hesitant to have them take her home. Trey just kept smiling at her, letting her know that he didn’t judge her by it. She nuzzled Anacrusis before stepping back to go to the door. She halted, turning around to give him a kiss on the cheek, smiling at him. Anacrusis gave a bashful smile, lowering his head.

Chocolate Cherry knocked on the door. Her dad, a dark grey pony with an equally grey mane, clamored to the door, slightly off balance.

“Where have you been?” he asked her, an angry tone in his voice.

“I told you I went to Anacrusis’ house.” she said softly, as if not to anger him.

“No, you didn’t. Now get in the house.”

Chocolate Cherry marched in, head hung low, looking back towards Anacrusis and Trey, who stood right outside the door, watching the scene unfold.

“I won’t let her bother you again.” he said, looking over at Trey.

“Oh, she wasn’t bothering us. I wanted her to-” began Anacrusis.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Pipsqueak.” he said, interrupting him. Anger started boiling up inside Trey.

“I was the one who invited her to come over.” Trey said sternly.

“Whatever. I won’t let her bother you again.” he said, slamming the door. Trey stood there for a bit, shaking from the anger.

“Dad?”

“Let’s go, Anacrusis.” he said, trotting the other way.

“Does that mean she’s not coming over again?” he asked, sadly. From the house, a soft, nearly muffled scream resounded, making Trey’s ears perk up.

“Dad, what was that?”

“She’ll be coming over again, son. Many, many times.” said Trey, avoiding the question. Anacrusis smiled, satisfied with that answer. Trey simply trotted forward, back towards the cottage.

“What’s wrong, Dad?”

“Nothing.” he said, trying to give him a smile. “Tell her to come home with you tomorrow, alright?”

***

“Oh...my...that’s not good.”

“No, it isn’t.” said Trey, pacing about the room. “I think I put it together though.”

“Oh?”

“Her mother’s dead. Because of it, her father started drinking. I believe he’s...” he started, cutting himself off.

“He’s...?”

‘Beating her.’ he said in his mind. “Not good for her. I want to get her out of there.”

“So just have her over as often as possible.”

“That’s what I’m going to do. But...” he sighed, rubbing his face with his hoof. “...she needs to be out of there permanently. Or at least until her father clears up his act.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. But I can’t just...take her. We can’t just adopt her. That would probably only make things worse. She’s a good filly, though.”

“Well...why can’t we take her?”

“I’d love to, don’t get me wrong. But we just met her. I at least need to know for sure she’s in danger before we make any big decisions.”

“How can you tell?”

Trey stopped at that thought. The color of Chocolate Cherry’s mane would make it really difficult to look for bruises. She most likely wouldn’t admit to it either. This matter would take time. But Trey felt that the longer time went on, the worse she would be. What would happen if it was too late? When would it be too late?

“Treyngel?”

“I...I don’t know.”

Fluttershy reached out and hugged him, kissing him on the cheek.

“Flutterheart?”

“Yes, Treyngel?”

“You know I love you, right?”

“Of course! I love you, too.”

“You know I’d never hurt you or the kids, right?”

“Of course, Trey. Why would I think otherwise?”

“I love you.” he said, thrusting himself upon her, kissing her. No longer would he take her for granted.

XXIII: Futile efforts

6-14-13

Well the gala was a success. Anacrusis didn’t think the same, however. When we got back, we found out that he had been crying nearly the entire time we were gone. Of course, I decided to pay the sitter a little extra to compensate for that, but I will say that the minute Anacrusis saw us, he stopped crying almost immediately. It was cute, yes, but I’m not sure how to feel about it. I wonder if he’s going to get too dependant later on in life. We’ll just have to wait and see.

Anacrusis’ vocab decided to expand. He learned his second word today. “Mom”. Flutterheart couldn’t be more excited. Honestly, I’m glad his second word was mother related. I almost feel like Fluttershy missed out on a part of essential foalhood by not hearing “Momma” as his first word. But now that he’s shouting out “Band mom!” everything’s alright. I don’t think she was upset that Band was his first word, but I still feel kinda bad. Almost like I wanted her to have the satisfaction of his first word. I don’t know. That’s just me.

Flutterheart and I have been discussing more and more recently about having another foal. She and I have always wanted a daughter with an older brother, and having another foal is the best way to try and make that happen. Only problem is that there’s no guarantee that it’ll be a filly. Flutterheart and I do want another child, though, and the risk is well worth the reward. I guess we’ll be trying to have another kid soon.

I guess that ties in to the topic of making love. I think I’m at the point where it doesn’t really bother me anymore, so long as it’s Flutterheart. There’s still a bit of awkwardness whenever I hear other ponies around the school talk about what they did with their special somepony, and it still upsets me to think that high school ponies are doing it, but that’s just the world we live in right now. Needless to say, I still don’t like to really talk about it in front of other ponies. That’s a private matter. Otherwise, I have no problem making love to Flutterheart, because it’s exactly that. I’m not having meaningless sex with her. I guess that was really my big problem all along. Now that I’ve found something real with somepony I love, I’ve released most of my sexual inhibitions. I love her.

Free of inhibitions,

Trey

***

“Oh, thank you so much for having me over!” said Chocolate Cherry as she, Anacrusis, and Flutterwing trotted in from school.

“We’re happy to have you, Chocolate!” said Fluttershy.

“You’re welcome over anytime.” said Trey, smiling at her. Chocolate Cherry looked up at him and smiled, before she and Anacrusis trotted to the living room.

“Can we play Frisbee again?” she asked. Flutterwing, without hesitation, grabbed it and trotted back to the living room. Chocolate Cherry smiled at her and the three went outside to the meadow.

“Trey?” asked Fluttershy.

“Yes?”

“What’s wrong? You seem...off.”

“Oh?” he asked, sighing. “I guess so.” he added, looking out the window towards Chocolate Cherry.

“Trey...I know what you’re thinking.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Trey...”

“I just wish I could help her.”

“I know.” said Fluttershy, trotting over to him. She leaned against him, looking out the window at Chocolate Cherry as well.

“I just know that the only real thing I can do is bring her over here in hopes that it delays whatever it is her dad’s doing to her.”

“Trey...”

“You try to protect your foals for as long as you can...what happens if Anacrusis or Flutterwing find out?”

“Everypony grows up eventually. The best we can do is keep it from happening to them.”

“I know they’ll find out about that stuff eventually. It just still upsets me. You and I are giving them a loving home, and some ponies out there just...it’s not fair.”

“Trey, things have a way of working out.”

“But what if it doesn’t?”

“I’m sure it will, Trey.”

“I just wish i could do more to help her.”

“Trey...we’re doing all we can.”

“It just doesn’t feel like enough.”

“Trey...everything will be alright in the end. And if it’s not alright...it’s not the end.”

“You stole my quote...” said Trey, looking over at her. He put his head down low and sighed. “You’re right. I guess I just have to keep doing my best and hope.”

“Trey...you have the kindest heart I’ve ever seen out of anypony. But some things are out of our control. I know you wish you could help her...but sometimes you have to accept that you can’t help everypony.”

Trey sighed, leaning heavily against her. He nuzzled her neck with his nose, tickling her.

“I love you, Flutterheart. Never forget that.”

***

“What time does your dad usually come home?” asked Trey.

“Around 8...” said Chocolate Cherry, sadly.

“We’d probably best get you home before he comes back.”

“Yeah...”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be there to make sure nothing happens.” said Trey, smiling at her. She tried to smile at him. Really, she didn’t want to go back. Anacrusis seemed to have a happy life, and his parents were happy with each other. Why couldn’t she have a life like that?

Trey and Anacrusis trotted home with her, the sun setting behind them. As the figure of that ramshackle house came into view, Chocolate Cherry slowed her pace, dreading to go near. She looked back at Anacrusis and Trey, a frown upon her face. She hung her head low.

“Thanks for trotting me home. It...means a lot.” she said, raising her head up again. She gave Anacrusis another quick peck on the cheek, and the two of them both smiled bashfully. Chocolate Cherry slowly, and quietly opened the door, stepping inside, before heading up to her room. Trey waited until a single light came on upstairs before trotting off back towards the cottage with Anacrusis.

***

“Trey, you’re doing the best you can.”

“It still doesn’t seem like enough.”

“Come here.” said Fluttershy, opening her arms, ready to envelop him in a huge hug. Trey trotted over, accepting the hug, before laying down on their bed, looking deep into her eyes. “Trey, you’re a good pony. Every time she comes over, you make her life that much better. You can’t make her entire life better, but for at least 3 or 4 hours of the day, you’re making it that much more bearable. I’m sure Anacrusis is making it fun for her, too. You’re doing a lot for her already. Besides, it’s the thought that counts.”

“Not when there’s another life on the line.” he said, sighing.

“I know you want to do more...but there’s nothing more you can do, Trey.”

“I know...and that’s what bother me. I just feel like there’s at least one more thing I can do.”

“And if there is, you’ll always want to find one more thing. Trey, I know you want to do more. Trust me, I do too. But just focus on making her happy one day at a time.”

Trey sighed. “You’re right...I guess if there’s more I can do, I’ll find it sometime.”

Fluttershy kissed him passionately, stroking his face.

“Everything will be ok, Trey.”

“I sure hope so.”

XXIV: Terrible weekend

6-20-13

Anacrusis is starting to grow up rather fast. 16 days into life and he already knows a few words, and can sprint a little bit. Today, he tried to groom Flutterheart. I guess he was trying to return the favor. Of course, he didn’t really know what he was doing, so he just sort of licked Flutterheart’s mane, saying “Mommy!”. It was absolutely the cutest thing I’ve seen from him yet. Flutterheart couldn’t help but laugh, as Anacrusis was slightly tickling her. So, I joined in the ticklefest, making sure Flutterheart and Anacrusis laughed until they cried. God, I love being a father. I’ve never been happier in my life than I have these few days after Anacrusis’ birth. Flutterheart’s been a lot kinder, Anacrusis is a lot of fun, and I’m just happy that I’m getting the real chance I’ve wanted for years to show just how much I love my family. Sometimes I want to cry out of happiness. I know that sounds mushy gushy, or stupid, but...I’m just so happy. We’re all happy. I believe this marriage will be better than all the others out there. 50% of marriages end in divorce, but...we’re the other 50%.

Loving his family,

Trey

***

“And remember, I want your homework turned in Monday.” said Cheerilee. “Have a great weekend, everypony!”

The throngs of schoolfoals flooded out of the building. Anacrusis, Chocolate Cherry, and Flutterwing trotted out last, all in one happy group. Flutterwing skipped along playfully, happy to be beside Chocolate and her big brother.

“So what are we gonna do today?” asked Chocolate Cherry, as the three of them trotted along towards the cottage.

“Well, I know what Flutterwing wants to do.” said Anacrusis. She laughed playfully, smiling at the two of them as they continued trotting along.

“Maybe something new, perhaps?” asked Chocolate.

“Sure. Anything for you.” said Anacrusis, smiling at her.

“There’s always hide and seek.” said Flutterwing.

“That doesn’t sound half bad, actually. Maybe tag, perhaps?”

“We have time to do them all.” said Chocolate.

The cottage rolled into view, Trey and Fluttershy on the porch awaiting their arrival. They both smiled as the three trotted along, ready for the weekend, like valiant heroes returning from a recent conquest.

“How was school?” asked Fluttershy, smiling at them.

“It was good.” they all said in unison.

“Ready for the weekend?”

“Yes!” they shouted. Anacrusis gently poked Flutterwing with his hoof.

“TAG! YOU’RE IT!” he yelled, before he and Chocolate Cherry galloped off elsewhere.

“That’s not fair!” yelled Flutterwing, chasing after Anacrusis, hellbent on revenge. Trey and Fluttershy smiled, retreating inside the cottage. They both plopped down on the couch, and Trey flipped on the TV, snuggling against her.

“I love you, Flutterheart.”

“I love you more, Treyngel.”

“I love you most.”

“I love you mostest.”

“GAH!”

***

“No!” yelled Anacrusis.

“You’re it!” yelled Flutterwing, galloping off elsewhere. Chocolate kept her distance, though enticing him to get her. Anacrusis smiled at her, his wild look of determination, taken from his dad, spreading across his face. He tapped the ground with his hoof, like a bull ready to charge, and galloped full steam ahead to catch her.

***

“...the fire was put out shortly, but the family is still in shock.”

“I don’t know how this could have happened...”

“That’s a sad story, indeed. Our next story is perhaps even sadder. Dinky Doo, the daughter of local Ponyvillian Derpy Hooves, lost her long battle to cancer today, passing away at the hospital at 5:30 this morning. Her funeral will be held Sunday, and donations are being accepted to help pay for the service.”

“I...I just don’t know what went wrong...” said Derpy, as tears filled her eyes. “I just want a daughter...that wasn’t too much to ask...was it?”

“A sad story indeed, Anchorcolt. And here’s Forecaster with the weather.”

“Oh, dear.” said Fluttershy, tears forming in her eyes. “I hope she’s going to be alright...”

“Everything will be ok in the end.” said Trey, wiping tears from her face. “And if it’s not ok...”

“...it’s not the end.” she said, bowing her head.

“Do you want to go to the service?”

“...yes. But...please change the channel.”

Trey flipped the station to the cartoon network. Normally, he’d hear this blaring at 7 in the morning, but there was never a bad time to need some cheering up. Fluttershy watched wholeheartedly, leaning heavily against him, trying to push the sadness out of her mind.

***

“Ok...that’s enough...” said Anacrusis, panting. He, Flutterwing, and Chocolate Cherry agreed.

“Hide and seek?” asked Flutterwing. Anacrusis looked over at Chocolate Cherry. She smiled.

“Sure.” she said. “But I get to seek first.”

Flutterwing beamed. “Just don’t go into the everfree...”

“Yeah, that’s off limits.” said Anacrusis.

“Well, you guys had better start hiding. 1...2...” she started, Covering her eyes with her hooves.

Anacrusis and Flutterwing dashed off in different directions, hoping not to be seen as she counted down.

“...18...19...20! Ready or not, here I come!” she yelled, laughing, as she set off to find just one of the players.

His long tail made it almost impossible to truly hide. She carefully searched the meadow and woodlands, short of the Everfree. She checked behind stumps, behind rocks, and under logs in hopes of catching her favorite colt off guard...and alone.

Anacrusis tried to stifle his laughter. She was very near to him, but somehow kept missing him. Anacrusis saw her look his way. He then looked at his tail, seeing that it was partially open. He didn’t dare move it, for fear of rustling the leaves. He held his breath as Chocolate Cherry trotted off elsewhere. He took a deep sigh of relief finding she was gone.

“Found you.”

Anacrusis yelped and fell to the ground, shocked. He saw Chocolate standing above him on the log he’d hidden under, smiling at him almost mischievously. She hopped down, standing over him. Anacrusis blinked up at her as she stared down at him.

“Shouldn’t we go find Flutterwing?”

“I suppose.” said Chocolate, continuing to stare down at him.

“Well...?”

Chocolate rolled her eyes, bringing her head down to meet his, passionately kissing him. She pulled back, as the both of them blushed.

“Still want to go find Flutterwing?”

“...maybe 5 more minutes...” he managed to say.

***

“Time to take you home, Chocolate.” said Trey, sadly. Chocolate hung her head low. It was inevitable, but she loved every minute she spent with Anacrusis’ family.

As usual, Trey and Anacrusis trotted her home. Chocolate Cherry gave Anacrusis the customary kiss on the cheek, and trotted to the door. It wouldn’t budge.

“It’s...locked.” she said, befuddled.

Trey raised an eyebrow and attempted to open the door himself. True to her word, it wouldn’t budge.

“That’s...odd.” he said. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He couldn’t just leave her here. Her father could decide to pass out and not come back. However, if he stayed until her dad got back, he’d know she was with him, and that wouldn’t end well for her, most likely. Trey scratched his head, fearing the only plausible solution.

“I guess you’re coming home with us. We can put you up for the night.” he said, smiling at her. Chocolate Cherry beamed as Anacrusis jumped up. The three trotted back to the cottage, where a slumber party was about to occur.

***

“I didn’t really have much of a choice.” said Trey. Fluttershy smiled at him.

“I know. It doesn’t bother me. I think you did a very nice thing.”

“I’m just curious to know what happened to her father. The door should have been unlocked. Something doesn’t seem right here.”

“Well, she’s safe and sound now. That’s what matters.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” he said, joining her on the bed. Laughter rang out upstairs as Flutterwing, Anacrusis, and Chocolate Cherry were having what he assumed was a pillow fight. Trey smiled, looking at Fluttershy. “As long as they’re having fun, that’s what counts.”

“Are we going to be able to sleep tonight?” asked Fluttershy, giving him a slightly sarcastic frown.

Trey kissed her passionately, smiling back at her.

“I’m afraid not.” he said, tossing the covers over them.

***

“Morning, sleepyheads!” said Trey, who was frying up some hay bacon strips as Chocolate and Flutterwing groggily trotted in to the kitchen. “Where’s Anacrusis?”

“He’s still asleep.”

“Lazy bones. Hope you like hay bacon.”

“I’ve never had it.” said Chocolate Cherry. Trey glanced over at her, confused.

“Never?” asked Flutterwing.

“Nope. I actually haven’t had breakfast in a few years.”

“My daddy’s the best at making hay bacon!”

“Well...I don’t like to brag, but...yeah. It’s true. Just sit back and eat. Anacrusis and Flutterwing are bound to gobble them up before you get a chance to eat anything.” he said, winking at Flutterwing.

“Save some for me...” said Anacrusis, trotting in.

“Of course.” said Trey.

After breakfast, Trey and Anacrusis took Chocolate home. She gave Anacrusis the customary cheek kiss, and went to her door.

“It’s still locked...” she said. Trey raised an eyebrow, alarmed.

“That’s...odd. I guess you’re staying with us a bit longer. Let me see if i can find out what happened to your dad.”

“No hurry.” she said.

***

“...was taken to the hospital earlier today after collapsing in a drunken stupor outside of Bartender’s Bar. He’s in critical condition, with alcohol poisoning. It’s not likely he’ll survive.”

Trey and the gang trotted in the door at the tail end of the newscast. Trey, Chocolate, and Anacrusis both managed to catch a glimpse at the subject of the news report. The familiar face was none other than Chocolate’s father.

“Uh oh...” Trey started. Chocolate Cherry froze in place. The room remained dead silent for a few minutes as Chocolate decided whether she wanted to cry or not. She wasn’t fond of her dad at all, but...it was still her dad. They had had good times together before...before her mom died. It...she lost both of her parents...what...where would she live? Could she live with them?

“Cherry...” said Anacrusis, trotting over to her. Tears started streaming down her face as she flung herself upon him, hugging him tightly.

“Do you want to go see him?” asked Trey.

Chocolate Cherry nodded ever so slightly.

XXV: Suitable replacement.

“Right this way.”

The nurse led Trey, Chocolate, and Anacrusis through the hospital, passing through a set of double doors to the death zone.

“If you need me, I’ll be around.” she said, bowing her head. “I’m sorry.”

Chocolate Cherry looked at Trey, who urged her to go ahead. She stepped inside, carefully, examining the room. She’d only been to a hospital once before, where she saw her mother pass away. She’d harbored a bitter resentment and fear towards them ever since.

As she neared the bed her father was in, her heartbeat sped up. She wasn’t sure what to expect...or what she wanted to expect.

“Cherry?” a small, weak voice said. The grey, limp body of her father partially opened his eyes at her.

“Hey...Dad.” she said, shyly, out of arm range. She knew better than to stay in a certain radius of her dad.

“Hey, son.” he said, smiling. “How was the fair?”

“What?”

“He’s confused.” said Trey. Chocolate Cherry turned around to face him, tears forming in her eyes.

“A sign of alcohol poisoning is confusion. He probably won’t remember much.”

Chocolate Cherry bowed her head, a small splash of a tear hitting the ground.

“Oh, who’s your friend?” he asked, looking up at Trey.

“He’s...”

“I’m Trey. And you are?” he asked, nodding.

“I’m a comedian! Want to hear a joke?”

Chocolate Cherry’s tears started to dry up a bit as this unexpected, lighthearted banter from her father caught her offguard.

“Sure.” she said, starting to smile.

Trey bent down low, whispering in her ear, “Expect mood swings.”

Chocolate Cherry gave him a weird look, not understanding.

“So donkey and a mule walk into a bar...and there’s this painting on the wall...so the duck asks ‘Got any grapes?’ and the bartender says ‘Why the long face?’” he finished, cracking up into laughter. Trey clopped his hooves on the ground, showing support while Anacrusis and Chocolate Cherry raised an eyebrow, dumbfounded.

Chocolate’s dad looked over at them, seeing only Trey laughing (Albeit a clearly forced laugh) and started crying.

“You didn’t think it was funny...” he said, starting to break down into tears.

“No, it was, Dad!”

“GET OUT OF HERE!” he shouted at them.

Chocolate froze, unsure of if he would suddenly take back what he said in another mood swing. Trey patted her back, trotting out of the room. Just before he closed the door behind them, he heard him vomit, coughing.

“He didn’t remember me...”

“Chocolate...he probably doesn’t remember anything...I think he just remembers who you are...that’s it. Don’t take it personally...I’m sure he still loves you.”

“He never loved me.”

“I wouldn’t say that. I’m sure he loves you. The alcohol just covered that up.”

“Nopony ever loved me.” she said, bowing her head.

“I love you...” said Anacrusis, hugging her. Chocolate hugged him back, crying.

“And just know that our entire family loves you, too, Chocolate. Come on. He’s probably over it. At least you can say goodbye. Trust me on this one.”

“O...ok.” she managed to say, as they trotted back into the room.

“Oh, hey, son! I’m happy to see you came back!”

***

“...so the camel says to the elephant, ‘What hat?’”

The three burst out laughing, even though it made absolutely no sense. When he got volatile again, Trey took the time to let her know that even though he may not have given her much, even though he treated her badly, that everpony deserved to at least be happy before they died. Chocolate understood, taking his wisdom in, using it to the best of her ability.

“That joke made no sense!” Chocolate’s dad said, laughing even harder. “But you still laughed! I love you guys!”

Chocolate froze, a small smile coming across her face. She hadn’t heard her dad say that in years. And even though it was just him on his deathbed, loopy from whatever it was, just hearing him say that...made her years of torture bearable. Chocolate started tearing up again, out of happiness or sadness, she didn’t know.

“And she’s tearing up from laughing so hard! I love it! You’re a pretty awesome pony, you know that?”

Chocolate looked up at her dad, smiling. Uncontrollably and impulsively, she stood up on her legs, trying to hug him on the bed. He smiled, and hugged her back.

“I love you, Dad...”

“D’aw! I wish I was your dad. I would LOVE to have you for a son!” he said. She smiled at him, watching his eyelids start to flutter. They rolled into the back of his head and his body started shaking uncontrollably.

“NURSE!” shouted Trey, galloping into the hall. A team of nurses soon galloped in, restraining him. Chocolate, Trey, and Anacrusis waited out in the hall while a loud ruckus ensued inside.

“I can’t find a pulse!”

“We’re losing him!”

“Clear!”

Anacrusis and Chocolate sat on the floor, as Chocolate hugged him tightly. Trey stood outside the door, listening in, a large, depressing mood coming over him. He already had a funeral to go to tomorrow...this looked like another one. This was the worst weekend ever.

“Why don’t you two go to the waiting room?” he said to them. Chocolate, eyes red with tears, galloped down the hall, as Anacrusis chased after her. Trey watched them, tears forming in his eyes. He may not have remembered anything about his life, but telling Chocolate he’d love to have her as a son, even though she was a filly, must have presented some conflicting emotions. That was probably the nicest thing he’d said to Chocolate in years. Yet...he still didn’t remember who she was...

“Sir?”

Trey snapped out of it, looking at the nurse beside him.

***

“Where’s Chocolate?” asked Trey.

“She’s outside...she didn’t want to cry in here.” said Anacrusis.

“I need to break the news to her. She’ll want you to be there as well.”

Anacrusis nodded and led his dad to where Chocolate was, huddled against a corner on the outside of the hospital, head down low, trying to stifle her tears. She looked up at Trey when she saw his hooves. He didn’t even need to speak...the look on his face told her everything. Anacrusis went beside her, leaning against her, letting her know that he was there for her. He laid his head on her neck, nuzzling her in affection. Chocolate bawled.

“Just come home when you’re ready.” said Trey. “I’m so sorry, Chocolate.”

She raised her head slightly, trying to decide whether she wanted to look at him or not.

“Thank you...” she managed to squeak, before bursting into tears once again. Trey turned around and trotted back to the cottage, making a quick stop at an acquaintance’s house.

***

Derpy cried loudly as they lowered the casket 6 feet down. The casket was covered in flowers donated generously by Lilly and the other flower ponies. In fact, the entire funeral was covered by the Ponyville community. Fluttershy sat beside Derpy, holding her hoof, while Trey sat beside Fluttershy, trying to stifle back his own tears.

“Dinky was a great filly.” said Cheerilee. “She will be missed by all. I don’t know why she was taken to heaven when she was, but...I can only believe that she’s in a better place now.” she finished, slowly trotting away from the hole. They began pouring dirt over it, and Derpy lost herself, nearly burrowing her head into the dirt, sobbing away, making mud below her face.

“Derpy...” began Fluttershy.

Derpy didn’t look, not hearing her over her own grief.

“Derpy, if there’s anything we can do to help...don’t hesitate to let us know.”

Derpy nodded her head slowly.

“Come on...let’s get you home.” said Trey, extending his hoof to help her up.

***

Trey, Fluttershy, and the kids sat with Chocolate Cherry at her father’s funeral. They were the only ponies that showed up, save for Bishop, the church leader, and the ponies lowering the casket. Trey and Fluttershy essentially had to fund most of it themselves. Trey didn’t know enough about her father to have a solid opinion on him, but whether he liked him or not, he still knew that everypony deserved a proper burial.

“Mr. Trey?”

Trey looked down to see Chocolate staring up at him with her light brown eyes, red from crying.

“Yes, Cherry?”

“Does this mean...you’re my daddy now?”

Trey froze for a sec, unsure how to respond. Everypony else in the family looked over at him. Anacrusis and Flutterwing loved her. Of course they wanted her to be their sister. However, Trey and Fluttershy simply couldn’t afford another child. His mind raged on with how to respond...and what to do...

“We’ll see.” he said, winking at her, patting her on the back.

***

“Who is it?” asked Cherry, as she, Trey, and Anacrusis trotted through Ponyville. It had been a week since the funeral, and Cherry was trying to adjust to life with Anacrusis and his family. Trey carried a batch of chocolate muffins, with a cherry on top.

“My dad said it’s a secret.”

“But...why the muffins?”

“You’ll see.” said Trey.

Trey stopped at a house near the middle of Ponyville, fairly close to Sugarcube Corner. He knocked on the door, waiting.

“Here.” he said, giving Chocolate the muffins. “You’ll need these.”

“Why?”

No sooner than she asked her question the door opened, revealing Derpy, looking at Trey and Chocolate at the same time.

“Oh...is this her?” she asked, doing her best to smile.

“I guess these are for you.” said Chocolate, handing her the muffins, smiling. Derpy wiped a tear from her eye and jumped forward, hugging Cherry tight.

“Does this mean I won’t see you again?” she asked, looking over at Trey.

“Visit any time. Both of you.” he said. She let go of Derpy and hugged Anacrusis, giving him a kiss on the lips, a thank you for all the support he’d given her recently. She let go and hugged Trey, as he patted her back. She then let go, smiling at the both of them, before grabbing the muffins off the ground, heading into the house with Derpy.

“We should get to know each other. You seem nice.” said Derpy. Trey saw Chocolate hug her as he watched the door close behind the two.

XXVI: The start of something new

7-1-13

Family’s still doing quite well. Anacrusis has managed to put several words together and is starting to learn sentence structure. Pretty soon, Flutterheart and I are going to teach him how to read. They grow up so fast. I have a feeling he’s going to be a momma’s colt. And you know what? That’s perfectly fine.

Flutterheart and I have also decided that we do, indeed, want another foal. However, we’re going to wait for a little while yet to have one. We need to focus on proper parenting with Anacrusis before we try handling two foals at once. There’s bound to be some disaster.

Another interesting thing I’ve noticed is that Anacrusis hasn’t tried to use his wings at all. Granted, Flutterheart and I haven’t really used ours much since we had to stop playing Frisbee for obvious reasons, but I still find it interesting that he hasn’t tried yet. He’s perfectly content just trotting around one of us. We can hardly leave him alone, honestly. He follows us everywhere. I think it’s charming. He’s so cute, just trotting beside Flutterheart and I, smiling. He’s such a happy foal. I guess we’re doing our job right as parents.

Doing his job right,

Trey

“Are you excited for the first day of Middle School?” asked Fluttershy.

“Yes, Mommy!” said Flutterwing, excited.

“Seems like only yesterday you both were in Elementary School.” said Trey. “Where does the time go?”

“About the same place your mane is going.” said Anacrusis, smirking at his dad.

“Funny. I swear it’s going the same place your allowance is...”

“Uh...Your mane has certainly grown!”

“Nice try. I’m not raising your allowance.”

“Aw...”

“Now you two have fun, and be safe!” said Fluttershy, giving each of them a kiss on the forehead.

“Mom...” said Anacrusis, annoyed.

“Oh, I’m sorry...are you too old for me to love?” she said, putting on a sad face.

“Well...no, but-”

“Good.” she said, giving him another kiss before he could object. Trey ruffled his mane, patting him on the side in his fatherly embrace.

“Hey...have fun. Take care of each other.” he said, patting his daughter on the back.

“Yes, Daddy!”

“I love you!” said Trey and Fluttershy together.

“I love you, too!” said Flutterwing.

“Me too.” said Anacrusis. “Can we go now?”

“Oh, of course! Have fun, you two!” said Fluttershy.

And with that, they trotted off towards Ponyville Middle School. Trey and Fluttershy stood in the doorway, watching them trot away.

“You think they’ll be ok?” she asked him.

“They’ll be fine. They know to talk to us if something goes wrong.” he said, smiling at her, pulling her close to him, nuzzling her neck with his nose. She cringed under the tickle and kissed him.

“Shouldn’t you get ready for work?”

“I guess so.” said Trey, checking his watch. “I have some time.” he said, kissing her.

“Tag. You’re it.” he said, trotting into the house slowly. She giggled and followed suit.

***

“Hey, Chocolate! What’s your class schedule like?” said Anacrusis, trotting up to the dark brown pony he loved.

“Hey, Annie!” she said, smiling, hugging him tight. They compared schedules, excited to see they shared one period together.

“Well, we share first period together! That means I can start my day with you, Annie!” said Chocolate, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, making him blush.

“That’ll be the best part of my day.” he said, kissing her on the lips. She smiled at him and they both started trotting off towards their first class.

***

“Um...excuse me...where is room 137?” asked Flutterwing. Anacrusis had left her in search of Chocolate, leaving her confused in the masses of schoolfoals catching up with each other. She didn’t really have many friends, and certainly hadn’t found them yet.

“That’s on the south side.” said a green colt, obviously annoyed at having to answer such a stupid question.

“Which way’s that?”

“Down the hall.” he said, not pointing in any direction.

“Which way?”

“Oh, sweet Celestia, are you stupid? Just follow the numbers. It’s not that hard.” he said, slamming his locker, trotting off elsewhere.

“Oh...ok...” said Flutterwing, her feelings hurt. She trotted off down the hall, doing her best to locate the dreaded room 137. Time was not in her favor.

“There’s not much to say the first day, really.” said the teacher. “Here’s your syllabus of what to expect. Next class we’ll-”

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m late. I got lost...” said Flutterwing, head hung low.

“It happens. Just take the empty seat over there and grab a syllabus.” he said. Flutterwing trotted over to the empty seat, sitting next to the green colt who had been so rude to her earlier.

“Look who decided to trot in.” he said, in a near whisper.

Flutterwing ignored him, pretending to read the syllabus as the teacher droned on.

“Hopefully you can keep your place in the syllabus better than you keep your place in the school.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Flutterwing, be quiet.” said the teacher. “Or you’ll have to write your name on the board.”

“Yes, sir...” she said, putting her head on the desk, ears low.

“Dunce.” said the green pony, snickering with two other ponies near him.

***

Chocolate, Anacrusis, and Flutterwing sat at the lunch table, munching away on substandard hay, obviously mass produced just to feed the masses of schoolfoals. Anacrusis and Chocolate sat together, leaning against each other as Flutterwing stared at her tray.

“What’s wrong, Flutterwing?” asked Chocolate.

“Hm?” she asked, snapped out of her concentration.

“Are you ok?”

“Oh...I guess so.”

“Well...ok then!” she said, turning to Anacrusis.

“So, Annie, how’s school been for you?”

“After first period it wasn’t as happy...but I’m here now.” he said, smiling at her. She smiled back at him, nuzzling his neck.

“There she is.” a voice sounded behind them. Flutterwing looked behind them in fear. Anacrusis and Chocolate turned around to see a green colt staring at Flutterwing.

“Listen...” he started. “...I just finished eating, but I’m still a bit hungry. I need your lunch money. I suggest giving it to me before something bad happens.”

Flutterwing looked over at her brother.

“Or what?” he said, standing up.

“And who are you?” he asked.

“I’m her brother. Back off.” he said, standing firm, establishing himself. The green colt laughed, turning back to his other friends, a red colt and a black colt.

“This colt...THIS colt...” he said, mimicking him.

“Annie, who are these ponies?” asked Chocolate, worried.

“Annie? ANNIE? Isn’t that a girl’s name?” the colt spoke. “Well with that color coat, I would’ve guess female, too.”

“What’s wrong with my coat?” he asked, unfazed at the stupidity of their arguments.

“Oh, nothing. I think it’s the prettiest color of piss I’ve seen in my entire life. Were you born white or have you always looked like the inside of a toilet?” he said, making the colts behind him laugh.

“Stop your caterwauling, you ignorant buffoon.” said Anacrusis, a small smirk on his lips.

“...what? You’re making up words now? How stupid.”

“Oh, no, my preposterous equine companion, my establishment of the Equestrian language is quite verbose. I’d suggest doing a more thorough search through your local literary book in hopes that your language skills may be as impeccable as mine. Now, leave my sister alone, or I shall taunt you a second time.”

“What?”

“Get on my level. Now get out of here.”

“You got owned, man. Let’s just leave.” said the red pony behind him.

“You think you’re all that, huh?”

“I currently believe that I am in said state. It’s homeostasis for my individual being.”

“Speak Equestrian, you filly. You’re making shit up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I using big words? Do I need to explain what ‘the’ means? You’re just another stupid, overweight punk who feels the need to terrorize fillies in order to make sure that you have some self-esteem. Why don’t you go home and suck on your mother’s teats and cry about it?”

“Can we stop fighting?” asked Chocolate. The green pony looked at her, smiling.

“Oh, is that your special somepony? No wonder you’re together. You’re just piss and shit over here. What’d you do, rub it all over your coat?”

“Back off.” said Anacrusis. “Or else.”

“Or else what? You gonna go cryin in that giant turd’s arms?”

***

“And how was the first day of...oh, my...” said Fluttershy as Anacrusis and Flutterwing trotted in. Anacrusis carried a note, a few drops of blood on it from his nosebleed. Several sheets were shoved in his nose to stop the bleeding, and his left eye was swollen.

“What happened to you?” asked Trey, upset. He took the note from him and started reading.

“It wasn’t his fault...” said Flutterwing.

“Why’d you get in another fight? I thought I told you to stop that years ago!” he said, parental anger inside of him.

“They were saying things...and threatened Flutterwing and Chocolate.”

“Again?”

Flutterwing nodded. Fluttershy quickly hugged her.

“Are you ok?” she asked.

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Anacrusis, go to your room. I’ll be in there to talk about this later.” said Trey.

“Can we make some more ex-lax brownies for them?”

“Go to your room.”

“Yes, Sir...” he said, trotting off towards him room, shutting the door behind him.

***

“How do you feel?” asked Trey, stepping inside Anacrusis’ room.

“My eye still hurts but the bleeding’s stopped.”

“Good. Now why did you think it was alright to get into another fight? It’s only the first day of school. You’re going to leave a bad impression on your teachers. Do you want to be known as a bully?”

“I had to stick up for Flutterwing. They were threatening to hurt her and Cherry.”

“Fair enough, but fighting’s almost never the answer. Why didn’t you get a grown-up?”

“There weren’t any around...”

“Anacrusis, son...listen. I know that feeling of wanting to fight for those you love, I really do. But physical assault just doesn’t do anything. You need to confront the Principal if they threaten any of you again, understand me?”

“Yes, Dad...”

“Good. Now I think it goes without saying that you’re grounded for two weeks. If you help out around the house, I might cut a week off.”

Anacrusis groaned.

“Hey, I know your heart was in the right place, but I still don’t approve of fighting.”

“Yes, Sir...and Dad?”

“Yes, son?”

“Is it bad that I haven’t gotten my manly mark yet?”

“Son, there’s no shame in taking time to find out what you’re good at. I already see what you’re most likely going to get.”

“What?”

“That would spoil the surprise.” he said, trotting off towards the door, winking at him. “Just keep reading the dictionary.”

“How did you know?”

“Son, there’s not a single pony at the school that knows the words you do. Half the kids in high school don’t even know them.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll call you when dinner’s ready. Just don’t expect dessert. And hey...”

“Yeah?”

“I still love you.”

“Thanks. I love you too.” said Anacrusis, smiling, happy that he hadn’t lost his father’s affection.

XXVII: Old Habits

7-10-13

Nothing new to report, really. Anacrusis is developing rather quickly. His language skills are a little better than normal for his age. He’s been picking up some big words from Mommy and Daddy. Kinda cute when he doesn’t even know what they mean. He called Flutterheart “Interesting” the other day. “Hey, Momma, you’re interesting!” then he nuzzled against her stomach. Flutterheart and I both D’awed.

I wound up borrowing some books from Twilight about young foal parenting. There’s some pretty good stuff in there. Only problem is, it doesn’t leave much room for interpretation. I’m torn between doing it right or doing it by instinct. Not quite sure if there is such a thing as “Proper parenting” anyway.

Instinctually proper,

Trey

“Alright, guys. I have a surprise for you.” said Trey, as his foals marched in the door.

“A surprise?” asked Flutterwing. Fluttershy looked at him curiously. She wasn’t aware of this surprise.

“Yes. A magical surprise!”

“But you’re a pegasus...” said Anacrusis.

“Er...yeah. It’s a GOOD surprise then. Smart aleck.” he said, smirking at his son.

“What is it, Daddy?” asked Flutterwing.

“What kind of surprise did you plan this time?” asked Fluttershy.

“How would you guys like to go to the Ponyville hoofball game tomorrow night?”

Flutterwing and Anacrusis smiled.

“I always wondered what you do out there. Will it be fun?” she asked.

“I wanna see some hard hits out there!” said Anacrusis, beaming. Where did he get this sense of violence?

“I’m sure there’ll be plenty out there. Maybe we’ll actually win. That’d be a bonus. But the band will be fun to listen and watch as well.”

“That sounds fun!” said Flutterwing, hugging him. Trey smiled, hugging her back. Anacrusis held his hoof out to him. Trey met it with his, giving him a firm hoofshake. Then he jerked Anacrusis back, hugging him, ruffling his mane.

“Dad...” he said, slightly annoyed.

“Don’t worry. Cherry’s not here to see me embarrass you.”

“OH! Can she come too?”

“Of course.”

“Yay!” said Flutterwing. She considered Chocolate a big sister, and any amount of time they got to spend together meant the world to her.

***

“Do you really think they’ll like it?” asked Trey, as he and Fluttershy laid in bed.

“I’m sure they’ll love it. What’s not to like?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t want to feel like I’m forcing them into something they don’t want to do.”

“Well, they’re going to be in high school one day. It’ll be good to get them used to the atmosphere. Besides, Daddy’s there to make it special.” she said, bopping him on the nose with her hoof. He smiled.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s true. I know having Cherry there will make it special to Anacrusis.”

“And Flutterwing. She really likes her.”

“Maybe Derpy will come with her.”

“I’ll head out to give her an invitation tomorrow, as well.”

“Good.” said Trey, smiling at her. “I think it’ll be fun.”

“I don’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I KNOW it will be fun.”

Trey smiled and kissed her lightly, stroking her cheek with his hoof.

“I love you.” he said, looking deep into her eyes.

“I love you, too, Trey.”

***

“I’m glad you two could make it!” said Fluttershy, greeting Cherry and Derpy.

“Thanks for the invite!” said Cherry. Derpy simply smiled, a small hum of approval sounding out. Flutterwing trotted up to Cherry and hugged her, throwing Cherry off guard a little bit, but returned the favor as Anacrusis waited for his turn.

“Should we get some snacks?” asked Cherry, looking up at Derpy.

“Good idea!” she said, trotting off, bumping into a trashcan on the way.

“I think I’d better go with her. I don’t want her to drop the drinks. She’s a little clumsy sometimes. Find you in the stands?”

“Sure!” said Anacrusis, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before she trotted off to find her surrogate mother.

“Why don’t you ever kiss her on the lips?” asked Flutterwing as they trotted up in the stands.

“It’s awkward when parents are around.”

“I don’t mind.” said Fluttershy, smiling at him. “Your dad and I kiss all the time.”

“I know...but it’s just...” he started, shortly before a loud THUMP of a bass drum rang out. Anacrusis and Flutterwing both jumped as the crowd cheered.

“Fillies and Gentlecolts! Welcome to Ponyville stadium for another exciting hoofball matchup! Today, you witness Canterlot’s Daring Dragons take on YOUR CELESTIAL EQUESTRIALS!” boomed the speakers as the crowd cheered even more.

“And now, getting ready to storm the field, under the direction of Bandmaster Trey, let’s hear it for the Ponyville High School Hoofstompin’ Band!”

“Yay Daddy!” shouted Flutterwing and Anacrusis.

“Yay!” said Fluttershy, doing her best to yell.

Trey blew his whistle, calling them to attention, as they all yelled “Hoofstompers!”. Trey looked out to both sides of the field, and, seeing they were all ready, blew his whistle another time, watching the band rush out to the field as the crowd cheered them on. They spelled out “Ponyville” before the drum cadence turned them around as they started playing the fight song.

Flutterwing started dancing, bouncing up and down as Anacrusis bobbed his head. It was catchy. So this was what his dad did. Not bad. Not bad at all.

“And now, Canterlot High school will play their Alma Mater.”

“Hey, guys!” said Derpy, as she and Cherry trotted up the bleachers to them. They scooted over as Cherry slid in first, next to Anacrusis. Fluttershy looked over at Derpy, smiling, patting the seat next to her. Derpy smiled and sat next to her as Canterlot finished their Alma Mater.

“And now...The Celestial Equestrial Anthem!” said the announcer as the crowd cheered. The band played a short fanfare, before the slow, melodic setting of the School song kicked in. The crowd sang along loudly, leaving Flutterwing, Cherry, and Anacrusis feeling slightly awkward, seeing as they didn’t know what to do.

“And now, for the coin toss...”

***

“Yay!” shouted Derpy, launching popcorn into the air as a goal was scored. A few ponies sitting around her turned back, giving her strange glances.

“Um...Derpy...that was the other team.” said Fluttershy, carefully.

“Oh...sorry!” she yelled back to the field.

“Hey, Annie, I need to go to the bathroom. Will you come with me?” asked Cherry.

“Uh...”

“You’re just going to wait outside. It’s almost halftime, anyway.”

“Oh. Sure. Hey, Mom, I’m going to escort this fine filly to the restroom. I’ll be back soon.”

“Just try not to miss the halftime show. Your dad really wants you to see it.” she said, smiling.

“We won’t.” she said, as they trotted down the stands.

Anacrusis followed Cherry to the bathroom stables. Cherry looked both ways, and, seeing nopony, trotted around behind the stable, dragging him with her.

“What are we-” he started, shortly before she kissed him, keeping him from saying anything. He felt his cheeks flare and returned the favor, closing his eyes as they continued.

***

“And now, under the direction of Bandmaster Trey, comes this year’s Hoofstompin’ halftime show. Receiving 4th place at finals, this show captures the highest rating Ponyville has ever received in marching competitions. Let’s hear it for your Hoofstompin’ Band!” said the announcer, sending the crowd cheering, before he spoke again. “This year’s show, entitled ‘What’s important’ is dedicated to his wife and children, as well as all the other happy families across Equestria.”

Anacrusis and Flutterwing’s ears perked up as Fluttershy smiled at them.

“And without further ado, the Hoofstompin’ Halftime extravaganza!”

Trey raised his hooves, getting ready to direct the band. He turned back to the crowd, finding his family, and, though they most likely couldn’t see it, smiled. He turned his attention back to the band and let the musical ode to their happiness begin.

Anacrusis smiled widely, letting the music move him in ways he never thought possible. Flutterwing leaned against Fluttershy, nuzzling her side, happy to be spending time with such a wonderful family.

***

“That was awesome, Dad!” said Anacrusis as Trey trotted in the cottage.

“Not as awesome as my family.” he said, gathering up his foals for a big hug. He released them and gently kissed Fluttershy, making her blush and smile, like old times.

“I just wish I could do what you do.” said Anacrusis.

“Bah. Whatever you want to do makes me happy.” he said. “Now, who wants to play a board game?”

“Me!” said Flutterwing, rushing to the cabinet.

“Hey! It’s MY turn to pick!”

“You picked last time!”

“No, I didn’t! You picked Apples to Apples!”

“But you picked Balderdash three weeks ago!”

They continued to argue as Trey leaned against Fluttershy.

“Should we pick for them?” he asked her. She gently smiled at him.

“Nah.”

XXVIII: A step towards stallionhood

9-10-13

Anacrusis is 2 months older than my last entry. It’s starting to become obvious which parent he’s taking his personality from. He’s become a bit more stubborn recently, refusing to eat his vegetables. Except potatoes. He loves red potatoes. Guess he’s going to be a hay and potatoes kind of colt.

In the meantime, Flutterheart and I are going to start trying to have another foal soon. She says she’s ready and that I better give her a filly. No pressure.

Pressureless,

Trey

“Oh, man, my dad’s gonna kill me...” said Anacrusis, hoisting his saddlebag around his flank. “Oh, man...”

***

“Oh, hey, Flutterwing!” said Fluttershy as she trotted in the door from school. “Where’s Anacrusis?”

“I don’t know. He said he was gonna hang out with Cherry after school for a bit.”

“Oh...ok then!” she said, hugging Flutterwing.

***

Anacrusis quietly trotted around the cottage, avoiding windows, as not to be seen. He soon reached the window to his own room, and quietly swung it open, hopping inside as quietly as he could. He tip-hoofed quietly to his closet, searching for a jacket and pants, an outfit of any sort. He spotted a small pair of fishing trousers he and his dad would wear when they went to play catch and release and quickly donned it, sweating with nervousness.

“Anacrusis?” he heard Trey say. He quickly peeked his head around the side of his bedroom door.

“Yes?” he asked, keeping the back half of his body hidden.

“I didn’t hear you come in. How’s Cherry?”

“Oh, same old same old. You know, the usual.” he said, giving a slightly awkward smile.

“Oh. Ok then! Dinner will be ready soon. Come help Flutterwing set the table.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, sir. I don’t see why today would be any different.”

“I’m allergic to setting tables. I just got diagnosed with it today.”

Trey raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh. I think I’ll take that risk. Come on.”

Anacrusis sluggishly trotted from around the corner of the door after Trey turned his back. He slunk quietly to the kitchen, where Flutterwing was busy putting plates on the table. He tried slinking around her to grab the cups while she wasn’t looking, but she spotted him and asked the question he knew was coming.

“Why are you wearing pants?”

“It’s...cold.” he said.

“But it’s almost Summer...”

“Almost. Not quite. Maybe I’m coming down with something.”

“Oh...well...ok then.” she said, rolling her eyes. He sighed in relief, setting the rest of the dishes on the table.

“Dinner’s ready!” said Fluttershy. Anacrusis panicked and hurriedly sat down at his side of the table, awaiting his parents.

“So, what’d you make today?” asked Trey, giving her a quick kiss as they walked to the table.

“Oh, the usual. Hay and vegetables.” she said, smiling at him.

“My favorite.” he added, as the two of them sat down. They said their usual prayer and began eating. Anacrusis ate slowly, hoping that they didn’t look his direction.

“So how was school today?” asked Fluttershy.

“It was good! I got a B on my history paper!” said Flutterwing, beaming.

“I’m so proud of you!” said Fluttershy, smiling at her. She turned to Anacrusis. “And what about you?”

“It was ok. Nothing really exciting happened.” he said, turning his attention to eating, hoping that his lack of enthusiasm would divert further inquiry.

“Nothing at all?” asked Trey. “What about that Equestrian paper you had to write?”

Anacrusis froze for a sec, his heart sinking in his chest. “It went over alright.”

“Just alright?”

“Yeah, got an A, nothing special.”

“Nothing special? That’s excellent, Anacrusis!” said Fluttershy, as Trey nodded, his mouth full of hay.

“Eh.”

“Son, you got an A on a subject a lot of other ponies struggle with. Take pride in that.” said Trey, forcing the rest of his vegetables down his throat.

“Eh.”

Trey rolled his eyes.

“Dinner was great, honey!” said Trey, kissing her on the cheek before his got up to wash his plate.

“Yes, Mommy, thank you!” said Flutterwing, as she and Fluttershy both got up. Anacrusis, who left a large amount of hay on his plate, continued to graze on it, waiting for them to leave the kitchen.

“I guess you were hungry, eh?” said Trey.

“As a horse.”

“Just clean your plate when you’re done. We’re going to play some board games soon. It’s your turn to pick, you know.”

“Oh, yeah. Um...I don’t feel so good. You, Mom, and Flutterwing can play. I’ll just go to my room and stuff. Go to bed early. And stuff.”

Trey raised an eyebrow. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just a headache.”

“Heachache?”

“Yeah, it’s when your head hurts. And aches.”

“Yeah, go lie down when you finish. Feel better, son.”

“Yes, Sir.” he said, watching Trey trot off to the living room. He waited until he heard Flutterwing shriek in laughter, then quietly slunk to his room.

He closed the door, taking off the trousers, looking at his flank in the mirror.

“Oh...That’s...how would one remove a manly mark? Dad’s gonna kill me...”

He continued to stare into the mirror, pondering over how best to cover it up. Suddenly, Trey burst into the room with a pill for his headache. Anacrusis yelped, landing on his rump, trying desperately to cover his flank with his hooves. Trey dropped the pill, a large smile forming across his face.

“Is that your manly mark?” he asked, trotting over to him.

“No. It’s an art project.” he said, trying to lie.

“No, that’s a manly mark, alright.” said Trey, removing Anacrusis’ arm from his flank. A small scroll of paper covered by a pencil lined a large portion of his flank, a larger than normal manly mark. Anacrusis looked away, tears forming in his eyes.

“Please don’t be mad at me...” he said.

“What?” asked Trey. “Why would I be?”

“Because I’m not talented in musicianship...”

“Oh, Anacrusis...” he said, pulling him into a hug. “I don’t care about that. I’m just so happy that you’ve finally realized what I’ve known for a while now.”

“You mean...you knew this would be my manly mark?”

“I had my suspicions, yes. I’m proud of you.”

“You are?”

“Of course I am. This is a big step towards stallionhood, Anacrusis. I’m so proud of you.”

“I was worried you’d be upset that it wasn’t music related...”

“Of course not.” he said, hugging him tighter. “HEY, FLUTTERHEART! YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!” he yelled.

“Your mother’s going to be so proud of you.” he said to him. Anacrusis smiled back at him, getting up, ready to boldly display his talent to the family before he proclaimed it to the world.

XXIX: Quality Bonding Time

10-10-13

Another month of life down, another month spent with Anacrusis. Recently, his language has expanded dramatically. He used the word “Bombastic” (Properly, I might add) the other day. I honestly hadn’t even heard that word in a few years up to that point. I actually had to go get the dictionary (Away from everypony else, of course) to remind myself what it meant, and then it made sense. The little pocket dictionary we keep in the bookshelf was missing. I don’t need two guesses to know who took it. I guess I know what I’m getting some special colt for his first birthday.

In other news, Flutterheart’s officially pregnant again. I swear, I said a special little prayer hoping that I gave her a filly. I have no idea what she’ll do to me if it isn’t.

Missing a dictionary,

Trey

“Alright, so Anacrusis is headed off to summer camp for the weekend, and I’m going to be spending the weekend in Canterlot with the girls. Flutterwing’s friends will be over around 7. Dinner’s in the fridge, there’s a movie at 8, although there are some in the cabinet if they don’t want to go see that one. You know where the boardgames are, and-”

“Flutterheart, I got this.” said Trey, putting a hoof up, smiling at her.

“Are you sure? I mean, Twilight totally had this planned ahead of time before Flutterwing wanted to have the sleepover and-”

“Don’t worry, honey, I got this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Really? Because I can cancel if you need the help! I don’t want to leave you swamped and-” she started, before Trey quickly kissed her, silencing her to nothing but a gasp and sigh.

“I got this.” he said, giving her another kiss. She stepped back, smiling at him, picking her saddlebags up, hoisting them on her back.

“I’ll feel a lot better if the cottage remains standing when I get back. Can you at least promise me that?” she asked, giving him a mischievous smile.

“How many kisses is that worth to you?” he asked, flashing her the same smile.

“You’ll get none if the cottage isn’t here.” she said, giving him a little nuzzle before giving him another kiss. He gently put his neck next to hers, hugging her.

“I’m going to miss you.” he said, rubbing her back.

“I won’t.” she said, giving a small, sly laugh.

“Yoohoo! Fluttershy!” yelled Rarity from outside the cottage.

“Sounds like you’re all set to go. Have fun!” said Trey, giving her a quick kiss.

“I’ll do my best. I love you!” she said, nuzzling his nose.

“I love you, too. More than anything. Have fun! Bye!” he said, giving her another quick kiss before sending her out the door. He watched from the window until she disappeared from view.

***

The doorbell rang, sending Flutterwing galloping to the door, skidding across the floor.

“Oh, hey, Cherry!” she said, welcoming Chocolate Cherry into the house. Since Anacrusis was gone for the weekend, she was more than happy to spend some quality time with Flutterwing as well.

Cherry hugged her, closing the door behind her as they trotted off to the living room. Trey smiled at them, reading in the other room, waiting for the other guests to appear. Soon enough, the doorbell rang, sending Flutterwing rushing to the door before Trey even had time to get up.

“Yay! Butterscotch!” he heard her say, shortly before a butterscotch colored filly with an equal colored mane trotted in. Her mother waved goodbye, giving Trey a small nod before trotting off. They retired to the living room again. Trey decided to loiter by the door, waiting for the doorbell while keeping an eye on them. They were having fun starting a game of cards, giggling about some names Trey assumed were some colts at school. Perhaps Flutterwing would get her first special somepony soon. He heard a small, timid knock at the door, promptly answering it to find a small, white filly with a beret staring up at him in fear.

“Now, Easel, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” said her mother, reaching down to nuzzle her in comfort. Trey gave her a friendly smile, calling Flutterwing to the door. Easel put on a big smile and galloped in to meet her.

“She’ll warm up, don’t worry.” said her mother, giving him a friendly smile.

“Oh, I’m not worried. They’ll have fun, I’m sure.”

“Is Fluttershy not in?”

“She’s spending the weekend in Canterlot with her friends.”

“Oh. Well, good luck with that. Don’t let them wear you down.”

“Are you kidding? I’m a teacher. This’ll be easy.”

“Well, good luck with that. I’ll come around and pick her up in the morning. Have fun, Easel!”

“Yes, Mommy!” she yelled from the living room.

***

“Daddy, come play with us!”

“What? You fillies will do just fine on your own. Besides, I don’t want to win.” he said, looking for an excuse to let them have their own fun.

“But...” started Flutterwing, beginning the onslaught of the puppy dog eyes she’d inherited from her mother.

“No, don’t do that.” he said. She continued to widen her eyes.

“Please?”

“Hnnnng....” he muttered, trying to avert his gaze.

“Pretty please?”

“...fine.” he conceded, trotting off to the living room.

***

“And the topic is...slimy!” said Trey, throwing down a card. Flutterwing, Cherry, Butterscotch, and Easel threw their cards in the pile. He gathered them up and layed them out, reading them off.

“Slimy...let’s see...we have...Manes.” he said, reading the first card. “Not unless somepony hasn’t heard of good hygiene. Then there’s...mold. That’s a good one. Let’s see...trumpets. Well, now, that just isn’t fair.” said Trey, sending the girls into hysterics. “We’ll just toss that one out.” he said, throwing it into the “reject” pile.

“But wait! What if the trumpet got covered in slime?” asked Cherry, pleading her case.

“It didn’t say ‘Slime covered trumpets’, did it?” he said slyly.

“Well...no, but use your imagination.”

“Psh. It’s Summer, I’m on break. I’m not going to use my imagination for a while. DENIED!”

“Aw...” she said, laying her head low.

“And, last but not least...oh, come on, really? Stallions? Was that the best you could do?” he said, to which the girls laughed again. “Stallions. No. Just...no.” he said, tossing it into the reject pile. “So we’re left with manes, and mold. I think we know the obvious answer. Mold it is.”

“Yay!” said Easel, gathering the card.

“Wait, she has 5 already? I only got three...” said Butterscotch.

“I was so close...” said Flutterwing, spreading out her 4.

“I feel terrible.” said Cherry, who didn’t have any winning topics at all. Flutterwing laughed at her as Trey whinnied at his two.

“Wanna play again?” asked Flutterwing.

“You fillies go ahead. I think I might go watch some TV.”

“But...I want you to play with us...”

“Yeah, you’re like...the cool dad.” said Cherry.

“Well, thanks, but you fillies need to have some fun without me! I can’t be there for everything! What if you wanted to talk about all the cute colts?”

“Well...”

“And makeovers? Aren’t those common? And pillow fights?”

“Makeovers? That sounds fun!” said Flutterwing.

“Yeah!” said the girls, as they clamored upstairs. Trey trotted to his room, turning on the TV, hearing the fillies laugh upstairs.

“Nothin’ to it.” he said to himself, flipping to “Dr. Whooves”.

“Daddy?” he heard Flutterwing yell.

“Yes, Little Flutters?” he answered, trotting to the staircase.

“Um...something’s wrong. We need your help.” she said, as he heard the other girls laugh.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know how to explain it. We just need you to fix something.”

Trey raised his eyebrow. “Alright then.”

He trotted upstairs, pushing open Flutterwing’s door, seeing nopony there.

“Hello?” he asked, trotting further inside. He heard loud laughter as he was suddenly tackled to the ground, Cherry and Flutterwing laying on his back, preventing him from moving.

“Get me the comb!”said Flutterwing, as Butterscotch used her magic to give her one.

“What are you doing?” asked Trey, fearing an answer he knew was coming.

“It’s a makeover, silly!” said Cherry.

“Oh, no, no, no...” he said, struggling against the weight of the two ponies on top of him.

“It’ll be fun!” said Flutterwing, using the comb to braid Trey’s hair.

“No, please stop...” said Trey, sighing, laying his head on the floor, awaiting the end of his doom.

***

“There!” said Flutterwing, hopping off of Trey. Easel held a mirror up to his face, revealing a long braid, complete with glitter and some fresh blueberry-mango-peach-melon-strawberry-carrot-cucumber-grape hair spray, infused with aloe vera, Keratin, and assorted vitamins and minerals for long-lasting strength, shine, and brilliance. He had a small amount of blush on his cheeks, and a horribly mangled attempt at lipstick smudged on his upper lip and nose.

“You’re beautiful, Mr. Trey!” said Butterscotch.

“Yeah, Daddy!”

“Yeah...” said Trey. “...B.E.A. Utiful.”

“You girls want to go to the movie now?” asked Flutterwing. Trey’s eyes opened wide in fear.

“Yeah!”

“I’m not going out looking like this.” said Trey.

“But you’re beautiful, Daddy!”

“Uh...yeahno.”

“But...”

“I can’t go out looking like this.” he said.

“Please?” asked Flutterwing, giving him the puppy dog eyes. The other three followed suit.

‘Dammit.’ thought Trey.

***

“So, uh...you look...beautiful.” said the ticket vendor, stifling a snicker.

“Yeah, my daughter’s got some amazing makeup skills.” said Trey, in a ludicrously high-pitched voice, trying to make a joke out of the entire situation.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure your wife will be EAGER to kiss you once you get back home.”

“Heh. We’ll see.” he said, accepting the tickets. “Come on, fillies.” he added, rounding them up, trying to quickly shuffle through the lobby.

“Ay! Mr. Trey! You look stunning!” yelled one of his students. “Can’t wait to see you in Summer band like that!”

“You’re going to fail REAL fast!” he yelled back, giving him a snarky smile. They both laughed, and settled in to their respective theaters.

***

“You uh...look beautiful.” said Frosty Freeze, giving each of the fillies their ice cream.

“I did that!” said Flutterwing, beaming at Frosty.

“Oh, is that so? I wish MY daughter made me look as pretty as you.” he said to Trey. Trey simply gave him a small shrug.

“Yeah, why don’t you just ask her? I’m sure she’ll be glad to do it.”

“Heh. No.” he said. Trey rolled his eyes.

“Ready to head back home, girls? Everything’s fixing to close, anyway.”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Thank you, Mr. Trey!!!”

“Oh, it was no problem. Let’s just hurry and get home before it gets too late.”

“Everypony said you were pretty, Daddy! Did we do a good job?”

“Apparently. Now, let’s get home and get ready for a pillow fight.”

“Yay!” shouted the fillies in unison.

***

The familiar sizzle of hay bacon wafted about the cottage as Trey, still clad in the braided hairstyle, cooked up breakfast. Chocolate Cherry slowly trotted in, rubbing her eyes.

“Oh, hey Cherry. Finally woke up, eh?”

“Yeah, The other three are still dead on the floor.”

“Well, they’re going to miss out if they don’t wake up.”

“Perhaps you need to wake them from the dead, like Neighkenstien.”

“Payback for the braid and lipstick I suppose.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“It’s all good. You ponies were happy, that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah, that’s the most fun I’ve had in years. Thanks a lot, Trey!”

“Eh. I just got drug around everywhere. Thank Flutterwing for the fun. Speak of the Devil!” he said, as Flutterwing slowly dragged her hooves in the kitchen, flopping her head down on the table.

“Hey.”

“Mmmm?” asked Flutterwing, moaning.

“Bacon.” said Trey.

“Bacon.” she said, trying to smile.

***

A loud thud banged against the front door. Trey opened the door to find Derpy laying on the mat, rubbing her head.

“You alright, Derpy?”

“Oh, yeah, just fell! I really need to be more careful...” she said, smiling.

“Oh, hey Mom!” said Cherry, trotting up and hugging her.

“Cherry!” Derpy yelled, hugging her tight. “I missed you!”

“I was only gone one night, Mom.”

“Well I still missed you. It’s not the same making muffins alone.”

“You made muffins AGAIN?”

Derpy smiled. “Yep! Chocolate chip flavor!”

“That...actually sounds pretty good. Need some help finishing them?”

“Maybe...I kinda made a mess in the kitchen and I don’t remember how to clean it up.”

Cherry rolled her eyes and smiled at Trey and Flutterwing. “Guess I’ll see you later, then. Thanks! It was fun!”

“Anytime, Cherry.”

“Can I join, too?” asked Derpy. Trey laughed.

“Of course.”

***

“The cottage is still standing!” yelled Fluttershy, stepping in the door. “Treyngel? How’d everything go?”

“You tell me.” he said, appearing from around the corner. Fluttershy gasped.

“Daddy’s beautiful!”

Fluttershy smiled, trying to stifle laughter, partially for how ridiculous Trey looked, but partially because of how sweet she found it that he put up with it. Not to mention how adorable Flutterwing was trying to be.

“Just don’t even ask.” he said. Fluttershy blushed a little, trotting over to him to give him a huge, tender kiss.

“Just one?” asked Trey. Fluttershy smiled and gave him another one as Flutterwing looked on.

“Don’t worry, it’s worth more than a kiss.” she said, turning to hug Flutterwing.

“Mommy, do you like how pretty I made Daddy?”

Fluttershy nuzzled Flutterwing’s nose.

“Of course. You should do it more often!”

“Oh, sweet Celestia, no...”

Fluttershy laughed as Flutterwing beamed in excitement.

XXX: Getting more involved.

10-20-13

Well, It was my birthday. No better way to spend it than Ponyville AND Canterlot winning their rivalry games of hoofball, and going home and spending sweet time with Flutterheart and Anacrusis. Even though I told Flutterheart not to get me anything, she still wound up getting me a new watch, a black one with red trim and white face. I’m officially wearing myself on my arm. Anacrusis, on the other hand, (On some help from Flutterheart, I’m sure) nearly threw his bag at me with the biggest smile on his face and plopped his flank on the ground, waiting for me to open it. I carefully unwrapped it, finding a brand new conductor’s baton in the bag. I’d been keeping my eye on that one for a while. The minute I looked over at him to say “Thank you”, his smile increased tenfold and he leapt into my arms, hugging me for dear life. I hugged him back tightly and invited Fluttershy in to the family hug. All in all, best birthday ever.

Another year older,

Trey

10-29-13

Anacrusis is getting ready for his first Nightmare night. He said he wanted to go as me for Nightmare Night, but I told him that’s not a fun costume. So, he tried to go as Flutterheart. He never understood the concept of “something fanciful” or “Out of this world”, so I simply told him that he could go as both of us and saved money on a costume. He finds joy in the strangest things. Hopefully he won’t be too hard to please later in life. Supposing that we get a daughter, she’ll probably need the money we won’t seem to have to spend on Anacrusis. I can only pray for that, though. I’ll let you know how it went.

Ready for Nightmare Night,

Trey

11-1-13

Well, Nightmare Night went over very successfully. Anacrusis had a lot of fun. Princess Luna decided to drop in again this year, providing a lot of good, scary fun for the ponies again. Apparently the first time she came, she really scared the crap out of everypony. Anacrusis wanted to meet her, proudly proclaiming that he had no fear, quickly trotting off to give her a hug. Then that sense of fear exponentially grew the closer he got to her. He wound up cowering behind Flutterheart as we tried to get Luna to give him a hoofshake.

“Your foal is cute! Your Princess desires a hug!” she said. That’s when Anacrusis perked up. The two of them wound up chatting in Ye Olde Canterlot speak for quite a while.

“And what are you named?”

“They call me Anacrusis. What may I call you?”

“I desire to be called Princess Luna!”

“May I abbreviate it to Luna?”

“I approve of this.”

“You hath made me ecstatic.”

The conversation continued on for quite a while, Anacrusis popping in words only his little dictionary taught him along with God knows what other source. Seriously, do I even have any books with that kind of language in it?

Eventually, we had to end the conversation so Luna could attend to other ponies, but Anacrusis has a new penpal. If Luna follows through, she and Anacrusis will be sending letters back and forth for a while. Christmas doesn’t even come for another month and a half.

Excited for Anacrusis,

Trey

11-26-13

Thanksgiving went over well. The best things we have to give thanks for this year are, of course, Anacrusis, and the hopeful arrival of a filly. Not to mention what a wonderful family we have. Every day, I thank God for the wonderful life he’s given me thus far.

A wonderful life, a wonderful wife,

Trey

12-2-13

Well, Hearth’s Warming Eve will soon be upon us. Anacrusis isn’t even sure what it is yet, but he knows how to be excited for it, for some reason. You should have seen the look on his face when we told him about Santa Hooves and the presents he brings.

“Oh, yes, Santa Hooves comes down the chimney and lays presents for ALL the good colts and fillies.”

“Have I been a good Colt? Have I been a good son?”

“Well, of COURSE you have! I bet Santa Hooves will have a lot of presents for you!”

“Really?” he asked, his eyes as large as saucer plates.

“Really really.” I said, hoisting him up on my back, trotting about the room. He screamed in delight and, according to tradition, apparently, Flutterheart joined in and we got into another tickle war. I swear we’re going to ruin some tickle country out there. Or whatever.

Tickle, Tickle, Tickle!

Trey

12-13-13

Man, for some reason I couldn’t find a dictionary in the store. Well...none that would suit Anacrusis’ needs, anyway. Guess what? Twilight has a HUGE dictionary that she was willing to give me. I tried offering to pay her some for it, but she simply told me that she has a few more in her collection. I already have something to get her for Hearth’s Warming, but I have no idea if she already has that book. Seriously. What do you get an egghead for Hearth’s Warming? Maybe I should get her a gag book...”The art of reading a book” or something. Or a necklace. I don’t know. Hearth’s warming is always a stressful time of year.

Lugging a 5 pound dictionary,

Trey

12-23-13

Twas the night before Hearth’s warming eve...

Finally got all of the gifts I’ve been meaning to get. Wound up getting Twi a fancy purple necklace and a book on the origins of StarSwirl’s first magic spells. I asked Celestia herself for a copy, so I’m really hoping Twilight doesn’t have it. In all probability, she probably does though. I’ll let you know after Hearth’s Warming.

Ready for Hearth’s Warming,

Trey

12-26-13

Well, Hearth’s warming was amazing. When Anacrusis opened up his dictionary, He treated it like it was made of solid gold. Flipping the pages back and forth slowly, taking in every word. He completely forgot about the rest of his gifts until later in the night. He was still reading, not even halfway in the A’s when Flutterheart and I both called him for dinner. He didn’t respond so we went into the living room to find him still laying there, reading, at least 5 of his other gifts unopened. I had to tap his back to snap him out of it. He spent the rest of dinner (After opening the rest of his gifts) talking about Arthropods and all other assortment of A words I haven’t ever had a proper place to learn, use, or care about for the most part. One of these days, he’s going to be smarter than me, and that scares me. What will happen to our relationship when he decides I have nothing more to teach him? What if he uses all these fancy words on me to shut me up? Why am I even thinking this? Ugh. Anyways, Hearth’s warming went over very well. I still love my family. Let’s hope for a happy, brand new year filled with my loving family. Who needs new year’s resolutions with a family like mine?

Looking forward to another year of family adventure,

Trey

XXXI: The fun fair!

1-1-14

HAPPY NEW YEAR! On to business.

Anacrusis finally made it to the M’s in his little dictionary. Now he won’t stop calling me “Flamboyant.” Seriously. How am I flamboyant? WHat did I do to deserve this fate, a fate worse than death? Flamboyancy? We’re all pastel ponies, for crying out loud. I’m just glad he’s fully enjoying reading through it. Flutterheart’s been really happy recently, what with the new foal on the way. Soon enough we’re going to go see Nurse Redheart and see if we can tell what sex it’s going to be. I pray to GOD it’s a filly. I’ll be scared if it isn’t. I’ve seen her stare at the other animals...I don’t want her to do that to me.

Praying for a filly,

Trey

“So, last week of summer...what do you guys want to do?” asked Trey, as the family munched on dinner.

“I dunno...” said Anacrusis and Flutterwing in unison.

“You guys seem so sure of yourselves.” said Fluttershy, smiling at them.

“I kind of want school to start...” said Flutterwing. “I’m excited to see what classes I get this year!”

“Yeah! I wanna see what I get to write this year.”

“What is wrong with our children? They like school?” asked Trey. Fluttershy smiled and looked back over at him.

“Oh, they learn from the best, I suppose.”

“I guess that’s right. Why don’t we go to the fair or something? They’re in town for the week.” asked Trey, trying to stimulate a response.

“But that’s a lot of ponies...” said Flutterwing.

“Only if Cherry can come.”

Trey smirked to himself. “Yes, of course she can join us. Derpy will probably want to come along with her. Why not just have both of them and spend some family time?”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea!” said Fluttershy, clopping her hooves in excitement. Flutterwing started imitating her, smiling up at Fluttershy.

***

“Alrighty, guys, what do you want to do first?” asked Trey.

“Power Tower!” yelled Anacrusis, pointing to the highest ride in the park, leaving Fluttershy staring in fear.

“Tipsy Teacup!” said Flutterwing, making Fluttershy smile in relief.

“Darts!” said Derpy, making the rest of the group uneasy.

“I guess Annie and I could go to Power Tower and the rest of you could split up.” said Cherry, leaning on Anacrusis.

“Why not?” said Fluttershy. “You two go on ahead. Meet us back here in two hours. Sound good? If you need any more tickets, just find us.”

“They’re already gone, Dear.” said Trey, chuckling a bit at her. She looked around, blushing slightly.

“Oh.”

“Funnel cake!” said Derpy, trotting off elsewhere.

“Come on, Flutterwing!” said Fluttershy, as she and Trey tried to catch up to Derpy.

***

“Three tickets.” said the ride attendant, clearly uninterested in the situation. Anacrusis and Cherry both handed over their tickets and took a seat, strapping themselves in.

“Keep your legs inside the thing at all times, be safe, yadda yadda yadda...”

“Annie, you look nervous.” said Cherry, giving him a smile. Anacrusis looked around, sweat dripping from his forehead.

“Me? No, I’m-” he started, shortly before the ride thrust them upwards, leaving him screaming all the way up. Cherry laughed at him, watching him cling heavily to the safety restraints, panting.

“Annie?”

“Don’t. Say. Anything.” he said, refusing to look at her. She burst into hysterics, putting her hooves up in the air.

“Why are you putting your hooves up in the-” he started, shortly before the ride dropped them, making him scream again in agony.

***

“Now, Derpy, be careful with the darts. Throw them in a straight line.” said Fluttershy, showing her the proper technique. “If you do, you’ll win the-”

“TEDDY BEAR!” shouted Derpy, tossing the dart wildly. The stallkeeper ducked for safety as the dart careened off the edge of the stall, poking the poor stallkeeper in the flank. He yelped in pain, sending the dart flying back towards the board, popping 3 balloons in the process. Derpy beamed in excitement.

“Did I win?” she asked, her proud beam of excitement making Trey and Fluttershy laugh.

“Um...sure.” said the stallkeeper, afraid to let her throw the other 2 darts. He handed her the teddy bear, and Derpy mounted it on her back, trotting off towards the funnel cake stand, the world’s biggest smile upon her face.

“I guess we’re getting funnel cake.” said Fluttershy. “Would you like some?” she asked Flutterwing, who promptly nodded in agreement. Fluttershy bent her head down to nuzzle her, causing her to laugh as they tried to catch up to Derpy.

***

Cherry trotted off the ride as Anacrusis struggled to keep himself up. His legs were trembling like jelly beneath him, and Cherry laughed as he tried to keep his composure.

“You alright?”

“Of course. I just...had spontaneous muscular dystrophy.” he said, trying to lie his way through looking weak. Cherry giggled at him and gave him a quick kiss, causing his legs to give out underneath him. She giggled again as he blushed.

“Wanna just go on the tipsy teacup?” he said, hoping a small, safe ride would help him regain his composure.

“Sure. But we’re going on the rattler after that.” she said, giving him a wink that sent chills down his spine.

***

“So, what do you guys want to do next?” asked Trey, as Derpy happily munched on her funnel cake.

“I don’t know. What about the Ferris Wheel? Or the tipsy Teacups?”

“Tipsy teacup!” said Flutterwing, spitting out a piece of a strawberry on accident. Fluttershy giggled, wiping Flutterwing’s mouth off.

“I guess the Teacup it is!”

“Can Sir Snugalot come?” asked Derpy, cuddling against the new bear she got.

“Of course. Sir Snuggles is more than welcome.” said Trey, smiling at her.

“Snugalot!” said Derpy, correcting him.

“Snugalot. In any case, he’s more than welcome.”

“Yay!” said Derpy, hugging the bear tight.

“Mommy, can I get a bear, too?” asked Flutterwing, using her puppy dog eyes.

“We’ll see.” she said, giving her a smile Flutterwing knew meant “No.”

***

“That was a nice, easy ride!” said Anacrusis, happy to be off of the crazy, insane, fast-paced throttles of modern machinery.

“Now we go do the Rattler.” said Cherry, trotting off hurriedly.

“Oh...yeah...HEY WAIT!” he shouted, catching up to her. “I mean, what if the ride breaks? I don’t want you to get hurt, you know.”

“You’re such a wimp.” she said, making him lay his head low in embarrassment. “But you’re a cute wimp.” she added, bending low as well to give him a kiss, making his ears perk up and his head rise. He had a light red line across his cheeks, and she giggled once more at him.

“...sorry.” he said.

“Tickets?” asked the ride attendant, a little more enthusiastic than the last. They both handed him their tickets, and strapped themselves in.

“Just promise not to pee yourself on this one.” said Cherry, giving him a mischievous smile. Anacrusis gave an awkward laugh.

“I’ll try...” he muttered under his breath.

***

“Wee!” shouted Derpy as they spun around.

“Careful!” said Fluttershy, watching her continue to spin the teacup faster and faster. Trey tried to extend his wings to slow it down to no avail. Flutterwing was mashed up against Fluttershy, mashed up against Trey, against Sir Snugalot, against Derpy.

“Slow down!” shouted Trey as Derpy continued to spin faster. The wind from the inside of the teacup caught Sir Snugalot, lifting him right out of the teacup.

“SIR SNUGALOT!” shouted Trey, bending backwards, catching him at the last minute, hanging on for dear life. “I know we just met...” he started, as the bear started to slip from him. “...but I won’t let you go. NOT AFTER ALL WE’VE BEEN THROUGH!” he shouted, clenching his teeth in agony, feeling the bear slowly slip from his hooves. Suddenly, the ride grinded to a halt, and Sir Snugalot was safe. Trey hoisted him up, giving him back to Derpy as they exited the ride.

“Thank you!” said Derpy. “I thought I almost lost him...”

“Yes, Trey, thank you.” said Fluttershy, giving him a quick kiss. “But...what were you shouting?”

“Uh...don’t worry about it.”

***

“Alrighty, what to do next...” Cherry pondered to herself as Anacrusis slowly dragged himself to her.

“Hey...” she started, turning to face him. “How about the-”

“NO! SWEET CELESTIA, NO!”

“-ferris wheel...” she finished, giving him a weird glance.

“Oh. Uh....sure.” he said, as they trotted over. They found Trey and the rest of the gang near the back of the line.

“I was wondering when you guys would show up. Need more tickets?” asked Trey, ready to fish out bits.

“No, I’m tired of Annie not riding all the good rides with me so we went over to the girly ones.” said Cherry. Trey laughed, patting his son on the back.

“Why don’t we all just ride together?” asked Fluttershy.

“Yeah, why not?” added Cherry.

“Yay!” said Derpy. “Sir Snugalot will love this!”

“Sir Snugalot?” asked Cherry.

“Don’t ask.” said Trey.

With that, they gave tickets to the ride attendant and all crammed themselves into the booth, three to one side, Sir Snugalot in the middle.

“It’s beautiful tonight...” said Fluttershy, leaning heavily on Trey, lost in her own little world.

“These kind of nights really make me ponder over the metaphysical manifestation of hierarchical beings in our modern society. I mean, would they have been manifested without their benign powers? At what point does the metaphysicality stop and simply being equine begin? Furthermore, where did the origins of said manifested rulers begin? When did the hierarchy even develop? Why don’t we abandon said hierarchy and establish a new kind of order, a different kind of rule, with an actual government and house of representatives, where the rulers should feel fear from the governed, and the ponies won’t feel fear of the force of the government, where true powers comes from consent of the governed, and not the threat of force?” said Derpy, hugging Sir Snugalot.

Everypony in the carriage stared at her, mouths agape, wondering just WHERE that came from.

“Sir Snugalot thinks the weirdest things.” said Derpy, snuggling against him. “He’s so fuzzy.”

***

“Well, guys, that was fun!” said Trey, as they all trotted to the cottage.

“Sir Snugalot had a lot of fun!” said Derpy, smiling.

“It sure wore Flutterwing out.” said Fluttershy, pointing to the sleeping Flutterwing on her back. Cherry and Anacrusis carried on their own conversation, nuzzling each other’s noses and hugging. Fluttershy yawned. “It kind of wore ME out, too. Shall we head to bed?” she asked, looking over at Trey, who snapped back awake.

“Hm? Yeah...I’m tired.” he said, yawning. “C’mon, Annie.” he said, pointing to his watch as he and Cherry said their goodbyes.

“Thanks again for inviting us, Mr. Trey!” said Cherry. “It was fun!”

“We’ll make sure to do it again soon.” Said Fluttershy, smiling at them. Derpy put her ear to Sir Snugalot, as if listening to him.

“And with that, we’d better call it a night.” said Trey, unlocking the door to the cottage.

“Can I ask a favor?” asked Derpy.

“Sure, anything!” said Fluttershy.

***

As the next morning rolled around, Flutterwing opened her eyes and jumped back, seeing a giant bear staring at her, a small, yellow note attached to it.

Flutterweeng,

sir Snuggalot sed you wer a very nice fillee! So I thimk ur a very nice filly too. Pleeze take care of hem!

Derpy [strike]Hooves[/strike] [strike] Hoofs [/strike] Hooves

Flutterwing smiled, dragging Sir Snugalot back to bed with her, falling asleep, curled up against the soft cushy bear.

“Breakfast is rea...” started Trey, opening her door, finding her asleep. “Hey, Flutterheart!” he whispered. “Come here!”

She trotted over and the two of them giggled at how goofy, silly, and cute their daughter looked.

XXXII: Doing it all over again

1-11-13

Well, it looks like I’m safe for the time being. We went to see Nurse Redheart to see what the foal would be. I was sweating and anxious the entire time. I had to keep getting water because my throat was drying up in anticipation. We stepped into the room and they did that jelly thing and put it on the monitor. Those things always look like Rorschach drawings to me, so I just had to wait for her response.

“Congratulations! It’s a colt!”

I fell dead silent, and Flutterheart looked over at me and smiled, a “It’s not your fault, I still love you” gesture.

“Oh, no, wait, that’s a leg. It’s a filly!”

I don’t remember how high I jumped or how long as I was tapdancing (Or attempting to) but Flutterheart gave me the biggest smile I’ve seen from her since we started dating. Looks like I get to live for a little longer. I’m glad to see that she wasn’t going to be upset if it wound up being a colt, though.

“Am I gonna be a big brother now?” asked Anacrusis. I simply bent down, looked him straight in the eyes, and asked him:

“Well...only if you’ll be a good, nice big brother. Otherwise we’ll have to give her to a different family!”

“NO!” Yelled Flutterheart. Nurse Redheart was terribly confused throughout the ordeal.

“I’ll be a good brother, I swear! I’ll teach her words and how to read, and stuff!”

“I’m sure you will be, Anacrusis. I know you will be.”

Anacrusis and Flutterwing burst in the door, dropping their saddlebags. Trey and Fluttershy smiled at them, ready to hear about the first day of 7th grade.

“So I take it school went well today?” asked Fluttershy, giving Flutterwing a nice, big hug.

“Yes, Mommy! I have some nice teachers!”

“Well, that’s good! I’m sure you’ll have a great school year.”

“So what about you?” asked Trey, nodding at Anacrusis. “What’s your year going to be like?”

“Well, my writing class looks promising. We’re going to have a 6-10 page creative story due later in the semester.”

“Now...can you keep a creative story within 6-10 pages?”

“No, not really.”

“Why not just make a short story?”

“I’m not sure how, really.”

“Hm...you know who else is a good writer?”

“You?”

“Well yeah, but Twilight Sparkle. I can see if she’d like to help you do different kinds of writing, different genres, etc. She writes letters to the princess all the time. I’m sure she’ll be happy to help you.”

“Well what are we waiting for? Let’s go see her!”

“Hold your horses!” said Fluttershy, chuckling at his eagerness. “It’s a little late for that. Besides, Trey has to talk to her first!”

“Oh, alright...”

“Why not write something after dinner? I’m sure she’ll be glad to read it. Plus, she’ll better understand how to help!” said Trey, making Anacrusis smile.

“That sounds good. So what’s for dinner?”

“I figured we’d have something different. We’re going to have...hay Souffle.”

“Is that any different from regular hay?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

***

“Oh, I’d love to take him under my wing!” yelled Twilight excitedly.

“Yeah...that phrase doesn’t work as well when you don’t have wings.” said Trey, a snide expression his face.

“Oh. Well. Anyways, what time were you looking to have him over?”

“Does after school seem like a good time?”

“That sounds excellent. I have several different books he can read to get a sense of style, and several writing tools...oh, this is going to be so much fun!” she said, clopping her hooves together in excitement. Trey smiled at her, glad to see her so happy.

“How about tomorrow?”

“The sooner the better! It’s nice to have some company. Spike’s been away at Canterlot for a while...”

“Well, I’ll make sure he knows to trot over! Have you read any of his writings?”

“No, not yet.”

“His has quite an extensive vocabulary. I think his main issue is smoothing out and developing a writing style to actually fit those words in. You send letters all the time, I figured you’d be perfect for the job.”

“I won’t let you down. I’d better get some materials ready!” she said, her horn glowing purple as things started levitating in the background.

“Alright, Eager Beaver. See you tomorrow!” said Trey, flashing her a smile. Twilight nodded, waved, and stepped inside to gather her things.

***

Anacrusis leapt for joy as the final bell rang out. He gathered his saddle bags, writing utensils, journals, anything to be of use, said goodbye to Cherry and Flutterwing, and made a hurried effort to get to the library, looking as hyper as Pinkie Pie on coffee. Sweat beaded his brow as he reached the “Welcome!” mat of the library, and calmly tried to compose his breath. He wasn’t at the doorstep for more than a few seconds before Twilight burst open the door, beaming at him with a sparkle in her eye reminiscent of her cutie mark.

“Oh...” she said, noting his panting. “I didn’t mean that you had to actually gallop over here...”

“No, it’s fine...I wanted to.”

“Well then!” she shouted, beaming once again. “Come on in!”

Twilight Extended her hoof, leaving the door wide open for him to enter. He casually trotted inside, looking around.

“Well, take a seat!” she said, sitting on a pillow near a table where parchment, ink, and quills were all set up neatly. Anacrusis took the seat adjacent to her.

“SO...tell me more about you!” exclaimed Twilight, resting her head on her hooves, smiling at him.

“Well...I’m Bandmaster Anacrusis the fourth. I’m yellow...with my dad’s mane colors...my favorite book is the dictionary...um...what kinds of things did you want to know?”

“Awesome! Let’s get started!” she beamed.

“Uh...” said Anacrusis, a bit muddled. Was she even paying attention?

“So what kind of genre do you like best?”

“Never really thought about it. Probably action. Or comedy.”

“No romance?”

“Nah. That’s my dad’s thing.”

“You don’t have a special somepony?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Oh? What’s her name?”

“Chocolate Cherry. We just call her Cherry for short.”

“So how did you guys meet?”

“School. Valentine’s day.”

“Oh, that’s sweet!” said Twilight, absorbing herself in their story, asking him everything, from how she was, what she looked like, acted like, what her talent was, how they met, and what kinds of things they did together, losing track of time. Anacrusis smiled at her, laughing with her, completely forgetting about the writing, simply having a good time with Twilight. Who knew she could be so much fun?

A knock at the door resounded, bringing Twilight and Anacrusis back to the real world. Both of them got up and answered the door, smiling, to find Trey standing there, a smile on his own face.

“Well, what are you two so happy about? Had fun, I take it?”

“Oh, it was a blast. Twilight’s awesome!”

“So what kinds of things did you do?”

“Mostly talked about me and Cherry.” said Anacrusis. Trey raised an eyebrow and looked over at Twilight, whose smile had lowered, her ears pinned back in a “Oh, no” motion.

“Are you still lonely?” asked Trey.

“Yes...Spike’s gone, and I don’t have any company! It’s nice to see somepony...every once in a while...” she continued, drifting off, giving Trey an awkward smile.

“I have a friend who’s coming into town in a few days for a concert. Why don’t you gather up the girls and come along? I’m sure he’d like to meet you.”

“What’s his name?”

“Kirakuk.”

“That’s an...interesting name.”

“Yeah. But he’s a real nice guy.” he said, leaning in to give her a hug. He whispered in her ear, making sure Anacrusis couldn’t hear them. “And he’s single.”

Trey released the hug to see Twilight smiling at him, her eyes full of hope and wonder. Anacrusis gave her a quick hug as well.

“Thanks for helping out today. I’m sure he’ll be back again tomorrow.”

“Yes, thanks, Twilight! You’re awesome!” said Anacrusis, giving her another quick hug.

“Oh, anything to help a friend! I’ll see you tomorrow!” she said, closing her door. A loud shriek of excitement, followed by laughter and “YES YES YES YES YES!” came from behind the door. Anacrusis looked behind him, seeing Twilight bounce around in the window. Trey simply smiled.

“Dad...what was that?”

“Nothing, son. Don’t worry about it.”

XXXIII: Family Dinner

2-14-13

Well, 4 months into pregnancy and nothing bad’s happened yet. Anacrusis is trying to figure out what his duties would be as a big brother. He’s torn the house apart looking for a book on the subject. Looks like I’m going to have to see Twilight on this one.

Meanwhile, Flutterheart and I have started preparing things for the new foal. We’ve started looking at furniture, all the necessary things. We’ll be ready for this time. Hopefully I don’t mess up. I have one foal under my belt, so I’m sure I’ll be fine. I mean, Anacrusis hasn’t rebelled yet, though I probably just shot myself in the hoof.

Shooting himself in the hoof,

Trey

***

“Try adding more descriptive language. You seem to do well with dialogue, but there’s not a lot of description, and it seems like I’m just in a nondescript location filling in all the details.”

“Hm.” said Anacrusis, pondering over where to make the revisions.

“While you rewrite that, I’ll go make us some tea. Sound good?” asked Twilight, giving him a soft smile. Anacrusis returned one of his own, nodding at her before delving back into his writing.

Darkwing sniffed the air. The pungent aroma of moldy, slimy sludge water assaulted his nostrils, making him cringe, desperate for some febreeze. His target was in here somewhere, lurking the the shadows, probably watching him. Darkwing, a black coated stallion with an equal color mane, stuck to the shadows, using his natural camouflage at his disposal in an attempt at stealth. He spread his wings, slowly gliding through the air as gracefully as a bowling ball wouldn’t, doing his best not to make sound. He forgot to take into account that it was fall, and the gush of his wings blew dead leaves off the nearby trees. A light came on in the mansion ahead of him. His pulse pounded as a shadowy figure appeared in the window. He’d made a foalish mistake.

“So, how’s that paragraph shaping up so far?” asked Twilight, handing him some tea. Anacrusis pushed the paper to her, taking a small sip of the hot tea. Twilight read down, a small look of confusion on her face.

“This looks great, but... ‘as gracefully as a bowling ball wouldn’t’? What’s that about?”

“I needed a metaphor.”

“That one seems goofy and doesn’t fit in with the tone of the story. I’d recommend using that for a comedy story. It seems to me that you’re trying to go for a darker toned story, right?”

Anacrusis nodded, his mouth full of tea.

“That’s what I thought. Try something like...’as gracefully as a swan’ or just leave it as ‘gracefully.’ Perhaps you should save the metaphor for a different place for a better effect.”

“Hm. What do you think of the premise of the story?”

“I don’t know much about the plot yet, honestly.” said Twilight. Anacrusis snickered a bit, Twilight completely oblivious to the joke. “I think that if you want to keep the reader on edge, you’re doing a good job so far. Is it going to start this way? Or this this going to be a setup for a huge flashback?”

“I hadn’t thought of doing a flashback...that seems like a good idea. I haven’t seen it used much, though. Do you have any examples?”

“Oh, yes. The Daring Do novels do that quite a lot. Have you read any of those?”

“I haven’t heard of Daring Do.”

“YOU HAVEN’T?” Twilight yelped, shocked. “Oh, you absolutely MUST read them! They’re amazing books!”

“I guess I’ll check one out from you, then.”

“I have ALL the books in the series! Oh, you’re going to love them!” she exclaimed, clopping her hooves in excitement.

“Did I miss something important?” asked Trey, a sly smile on his face as he trotted in the front door.

“Oh. I didn’t even hear you knock! Anacrusis was just going to check out some Daring Do novels!”

“Oh, those are great books. You seriously haven’t read any of those yet?”

“If we had any at the house, I might have.”

“Fair point. Anyways, it’s time to head back. Your mother planned a special dinner!”

“Is it hay?”

“Um...well...you’ll see. Twilight, you’re more than welcome to join us!”

“Oh, that sounds lovely! I don’t want to intrude, though...”

“No, Fluttershy would love to see you. Besides, it’s the least we can offer for putting up with Anacrusis during the week.”

“Oh, he’s no trouble at all, really!”

“Well, come and join us anyway. It’d be nice to catch up with a friend.”

***

Flutterwing trotted down the halls amongst the crowd, all struggling to get out for the weekend. She looked high and low for her brother, to no avail. He must have gone to Twilight’s already. She kept an eye out for Cherry, her search also turning up fruitless. She packed her saddlebags and headed out the door. A small voice stopped her.

“Flutterwing! Come here!” said a soft, familiar voice. She looked around, unable to locate the source of the noise. “Over here!”

Flutterwing turned behind her, finding two ponies she didn’t know, and Easel, and old friend she hadn’t talked to in a while.

“Hey, girls. What’s going on?” she asked. They giggled and opened up a saddlebag, revealing grass inside a plastic bag.

“Grass?”

“No...smell it!”

Flutterwing sniffed the bag, a spicy, delightful odor wafting about her nostrils.

“What is it?” she asked, curious.

“Horsenip.”

“What’s horsenip?”

“Wow. You’re so sheltered. Look, just eat a bit. But don’t tell your parents.”

“Why not?”

“We’ll get in trouble.”

“Oh...” she said, looking inside the plastic bag. “This doesn’t seem like a good idea...”

“Just try it. All the cool kids are doing it.”

“Will this make me cool?”

“Absolutely. Now, just chew a bit and swallow.”

***

“Daddy...we’re having HAY for dinner. Hay!” shouted Flutterwing, laughing her head off. Trey gave her a strange glance, unsure of why she was acting that way.

“So, how’s Anacrusis been doing?” asked Fluttershy, turning over to Twilight, who awkwardly stared at her food, wondering if eating would make her a bad guest.

“His writing has really improved so far. He seems to be best with dialogue.”

“Why don’t you write a short story for us?” asked Fluttershy, giving him a brief smile. Anacrusis shrugged.

“You can’t ride a short story without a saddle!” said Flutterwing, hay flying out her mouth as she laughed.

“Flutterwing! We have a guest...” Fluttershy tried to casually tell her.

“I’m a pirahna!” she said, biting down on her teeth.

“She has such an imagination...” said Trey, giving an awkward smile to Twilight, who had just started to take a bite of her food, before stopping to look at him, nodding.

“Yes, Anacrusis could easily get published with a little bit of work. He’s got an amazing style, and I can tell he’s cut out for it. He loves action stories, though. Suspense, action, that kind of stuff.” Anacrusis nodded.

“Work sounds like Wark!” muttered Flutterwing, as Twilight glanced her way before continuing. Fluttershy tried to quiet her.

“I have a friend back in Canterlot that owns a publishing company. Perhaps I could get some of his stories published in a volume.”

“Really?” asked Anacrusis, snapping his head to face her, mouth full of hay.

“Of course.” she smiled at him.

“Dude...I have wings.” said Flutterwing, staring into her wings, contemplating the mysteries of space...and feathers.

“Are you alright, Flutterwing? You seem a little...off.” asked Trey.

“I’ve just never noticed my wings before...we never USE them! It’s like...woah.”

“Right then. Anyways, you were saying something about publishing?”

“Hm?” asked Twilight, who had leaned over to try to graze on the hay again. She snapped back up, leaving her food untouched, noticing that everyone else had nearly finished, except for Flutterwing, who was currently chewing on the table. “Oh. Right. I have an old friend, Leatherbound, who specializes in publishing. He’s currently creating a volume of short stories and I thought Anacrusis would make a nice addition.”

“That sounds fun!” smiled Anacrusis.

“Why not just make the short story for your school assignment the one you submit to the book?” asked Fluttershy, trying not to get distracted by Flutterwing, who was now humming a tune to herself.

“That sounds like a great idea!” said Twilight.

“Well,” began Trey, “any idea when he’ll be publishing the book?”

“Sometime next summer, so he’ll have plenty of time to submit the story.”

“Submit sounds like submarine!” shouted Flutterwing, laughing before unexpectedly scampering off to her room, leaving all the rest of the ponies at dinner staring at her strangely. Twilight took this time to hurriedly snarf her food down before she got questioned again.

***

“Seriously, what’s gotten into you? You’ve been acting silly all night!” said Fluttershy, trying to smile at Flutterwing, in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. Trey stepped in shortly afterwards, trying to maintain a calm demeanor. Flutterwing pranced about Sir Snugalot, occasionally doing flips.

Fluttershy trotted forward, trying to get her attention, but slipped on Flutterwing’s saddlebag.

“Oh, honey, are you alright?” asked Trey, helping her up. He kicked the saddlebag out of the way in his frustration, sending colored pencils, paper, and a small plastic bag flying about the floor. Trey eyed the plastic bag with worry. He picked it up, opened it, and smelled it, a look of disgust contorting his face, before being replaced with one of parental worry and confused anger.

“I...please don’t tell me that’s what I think it is...” said Fluttershy, her eyes growing wide with sadness.

“Looks like we’re going to have to have a talk with her. We won’t be able to get anything through right now. Let’s...let’s go to bed, Flutterheart.” he said sadly, closing Flutterwing’s door behind him.
Trey held her close the rest of the night, his chest wet his her tears, trying to console her, as the thought of their daughter being involved with drugs weighed heavily upon them. Tonight, her heart was fluttering for all the wrong reasons.

XXXIV: The talk

4-02-14

Well, Anacrusis has stormed through every single book on being a brother we could find, and STILL isn’t satisfied.

“What if I forget something?”

“Anacrusis, we had the same worries trying to parent you. You turned out fine!”

“Well...yeah, that’s because you’re exceptional parents. I’m not even a year old yet!”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine. Just calm down and do what comes naturally.”

“But what if I forget something?”

“You’ll do fine. Come here, you.” I said, extending my arms, giving him a tight hug. I then gave him a pep talk before tickling him to make him forget. I’m glad he wants to be a big brother as much as he does. I feel strange he’s so worried about it, though. Hopefully he doesn’t become too OCD about it. I guess I’m praying for a little bit of carefreeness.

Praying for carefreeness,

Trey

“Do you just want me to handle it?” asked Trey, giving Fluttershy a sincere look of concern. Fluttershy looked up at him, her red, blurry eyes showing sadness. She shook her head.

“No...I feel like I need to be there...this is all my fault...”

“You keep saying that, but it isn’t. It could never be your fault! This was her decision.”

“I failed...as a mother...I should have warned her about those things...I should have-”

“Flutterheart...it’s not your fault. Nor will it ever be. We’re just going to have to talk to her about the dangers of drugs. Once she realizes how bad they are, I’m sure she’ll understand and change. Don’t blame yourself, neither of us expected this.” he said, giving her a tight, warm hug.

“I just...Why would she do this?”

“That’s what we’re about to find out.” he said, pushing Flutterwing’s door open. Fluttering was sprawled out across Sir Snugalot, a large wet spot from where she was drooling. Trey poked her with his hoof as she stirred to life, grabbing her head.

“Ung. I have a headache...” said Flutterwing, shaking.

“I bet. Horsenip does that to you.” said Trey, standing over her, letting his natural height advantage over her show his sense of parental authority.

“Horsenip?” she asked.

“Don’t you remember anything?” asked Fluttershy.

“Anything about what? Mommy, why are your eyes red?”

“She’s been crying.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Oh, dear...she doesn’t remember. Where did you get the horsenip?”

“What’s horsenip?”

“Flutterwing, don’t play dumb with me. Don’t make this any worse for your mother.”

“Flutterwing...please...tell us where you got it. We need to know...” said Fluttershy, trying to assert herself, though her body was shrunk into itself.

“I’m not supposed to tell...” said Flutterwing.

“Dammit, Flutterwing.” said Trey, facehoofing.

“TREYNGEL!” shouted Fluttershy, shocked at hearing Trey say such a thing. Flutterwing jumped in shock at her yelling.

“Sorry. Look, Flutterwing, horsenip isn’t good for you. It severely impairs your neurological system, makes you do stupid things, like gnawing on tables...if you don’t tell us where you got it, that other pony may be in danger.”

“What’s a noloneurocal system?”

“Neurological? Your brain. It really messes with your brain.”

“Flutterwing, we just want you to be safe...We want that other pony to be safe, too. Please, Flutterwing. You know it’s illegal to do horsenip, right?” said Fluttershy, looking her dead in the eyes. Flutterwing’s eyes grew as large as saucer plates.

“I’M SO SORRY! I DIDN’T KNOW! I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS WRONG! PLEASE DON’T BE MAD AT ME!!! I’M SO SORRY, MOMMY AND DADDY!” she shouted, crying, throwing herself upon Fluttershy, hugging her tightly. “Please don’t hate me...”

“Never! We both love you very much. We just want you to be happy and healthy, and that’s why we need to know who you got it from. You understand?”

“Yes, Mommy...” she choked out, sniffing up tears as Fluttershy kept hugging her.

“Now, start from the beginning...” said Trey, bending down to her level.

***

Darkwing froze as the figure in the mansion in front of him came closer to the window. It was as tall as a 4 hoof 3 inch tree, casting a menacing shadow across the yard. Darkwing was frozen in place, afraid to move. However, he knew that if he didn’t he’d be spotted. The figure drew closer. His time was limited.

“As tall as a...4 hoof tree?” asked Twilight, confused. “You have some of the strangest similes I’ve ever seen.”

“I want it to be a kind of comedy relief.” said Anacrusis, frustrated.

“What kind of story are you going for, anyway?”

“That’s just it. I want it to seem like action and suspense, but at the last minute, change the reader’s expectations by switching genres. I think you’d like it, given the amount of books in said genre by your bed.”

Twilight blushed. “Oh. Well, I’m sure I will. Generally, action stories don’t have a lot of comedy relief. Why not leave that out until you change the genre?”

“Hm...That might work.”

“I thought so. I’m going to make some tea. Would you like some?”

“Yes, please!”

“You just continue working on that and I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Alrighty then.” said Anacrusis, continuing his story.

Darkwing quietly slipped into the shadows, attempting to scamper in his fear of being caught. The figure opened the window, the full bodied grace of Starstruck shining in the darkness.

“Who’s there?” she called. Darkwing stayed silent. Partially out of fear, the other out of sheer awe of her beauty this night. “Hello?”

The wind carried her scent, her mane flowing in the breeze. Darkwing gently sniffed the air, her fresh scent wafting about his nostrils, tempting him to come to her.

She looked side to side, searching in the darkness for movement. She shook her head and closed the window, turning the light off again. Darkwing hesitated for a minute, before slinking off towards the front door, leaves softly crunching under his hooves.

“Not bad.” said Twilight. “I think you might have given away the genre change. Just continue this and I’m sure Leatherbound would be happy to publish this.”

“Are we done already?” asked Anacrusis, checking the clock.

“We’ve been here for two hours! Besides, I have a date tonight. Why not meet up with Cherry tonight?” asked Twilight, nudging him a little.

“Yeah, I might need to get out of the house tonight.”

“Oh. What’s wrong?”

“Flutterwing.”

“Oh. I’m guessing Trey and Fluttershy aren’t happy with her?”

“Not at all.”

“Well, I don’t judge them if it makes them feel any better.”

“It might. Needless to say, they’re busy with her, so I’m headed home alone this afternoon. Have fun on your date!”

“Thank you! Oh, this is for you.” said Twilight, levitating some quills and ink in Anacrusis’ saddlebags. “I figured we’re getting near the holiday season, so that’s from me to you.”

“Oh. Wow. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Something wrong?” asked Twilight, afraid her gift wasn’t good enough.

“No...I just don’t have anything for you...yet.” said Anacrusis, sadly. He put down his saddlebags and gave Twilight a tight, surprise hug. Twilight flinched, surprised by this, but bent down and returned the favor. Anacrusis broke off the hug, staring sincerely into her eyes. “I hope that will do for now.”

Twilight blushed. “Oh...yes. Yes, of course!” she smiled, glad that her dark coat could hide blushing. “Now, you’d best hurry along. I’m expecting Kir...my date...in a few minutes. Tell Cherry I said hello!”

“You got it. See ya tomorrow!” he smiled, stepping out the door.

“He gives great hugs...” Twilight said to herself, shaking her head. “Must run in the family.”

***

“So do you want to talk to her parents?” asked Fluttershy.

“Yeah. I probably should. You stay here with Flutterwing.” said Trey, watching Flutterwing hug Fluttershy tightly, apologizing repeatedly. “You know we still love you, right?” Flutterwing nodded. “Good. We just want you to be safe. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Anacrusis opened the door, seeing his father step outside Flutterwing’s room.

“Oh, how’d it go tonight?” asked Trey.

“Not bad at all. I’m almost done with the story.”

“Good. I’m about to go out. Dinner will be ready after I get home.”

“Alright. I was wondering if I could actually go see a movie with Cherry?”

“I’m headed over that way, I don’t see why not. Trot with me.” he said, giving him a smile. The two trotted out the door.

“So, whatcha wanna go see?”

“I don’t know what’s out. Maybe a scary movie.”

“Gonna hold her hoof through the entire thing?”

“Hopefully.” he bashfully admitted.

“Here’s 20 bits. That should be enough for popcorn, too. Have fun!” said Trey, giving him a small pouch. He stopped at a doorway as Anacrusis continued on to Derpy’s house. Trey politely knocked on the door. A tall, dark figure answered, giving him a curious glance.

“Oh, Trey, it’s you. Can I do somethin’ for ya?”

“I just needed to talk to you about your daughter...”

“Uh oh. Is this about the horsenip?”

“Oh, you heard?”

“You’re like...the third parent I’ve had come talk to me this evening.”

“Oh, dear. Well, I guess you already know, then. I won’t give you an earful about it.”

“Thanks, Trey. That means a lot.” he said, starting to close the door. Trey noticed a baking pan half filled with brownie mix, and a small plastic bag filled with green hay right next to it.

“It’s...no problem.” said Trey, turning around. He shook his head and trotted back home, as the door closed behind him.

***

Anacrusis knocked on the front door, standing on the homemade “Welkom” mat. He curiously looked at the artwork, seeing a crude drawing of Derpy and Cherry standing on their hind legs, almost as if ready to give hugs to whoever’s leg was on the mat.

“I got it!”

“Watch out!” he heard from inside the house. A sudden, loud THUD jerked him back to reality as he heard Derpy groan from inside the house.

“Are you alright, mom?”

“Once we finish those muffins, I will be.”

“You go check on them. I’ll see who’s at the door.” said Cherry, opening it to reveal Anacrusis.

“Oh, hey, Annie. I was starting to think you forgot!”

“Forgot about what?”

“Our anniversary...duh!”

“Oh...no, of course not! I was just seeing if you wanted to go to the movies...and dinner. For our anniversary.” he said, sweating. ‘20 bits isn’t going to be enough.’ he thought.

“Oh, silly! Our anniversary isn’t for another 17 days!” said Cherry, giving him a smirk.

“Oh...right.” he said, letting out a huge sigh of relief. “So...movies?”

“Sure! Let me finish helping mom with the muffins and we’ll head off. What are we gonna see?”

“That new scary movie.”

“Invasion of the Sombranites? Cool! Am I gonna have to hold your hoof through the entire thing?”

“I was gonna hold your hoof...” Anacrusis said, lowering his head, scuffing the ground with one hoof.

“Aw...you’re so cute.” she said, bending down to give him a kiss. Anacrusis’ ears perked up as his cheeks flared. “And that’s why I love you. Come on in, they’re almost done.”

Anacrusis smiled and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

***

“How was the movie?” asked Trey, giving a friendly smile. Anacrusis stared at his dad, panting.

“Why couldn’t we have gone to a chick flick or something?”

Trey laughed, giving his son a hug.

“That was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen. Don’t let me go to a scary movie ever again.” he said, clinging to Trey for dear life.

“Oh, you’re home!” said Fluttershy, trotting up behind him. Anacrusis yelped, scampering off to his room. Fluttershy jumped, cringing into herself. “Was it something I said?”

“No, he just got back from a scary movie with Cherry.”

“Did she have to hold his hoof the entire time?”

“I’m guessing so.” he said, giving Fluttershy a hug. “How’s Flutterwing?”

“She feels really bad about the entire thing. She’s definitely learned her lesson. I still grounded her for a few weeks, though.”

“That’s good.” said Trey, yawning. “Let’s get to bed.”

“You’re cute when you’re tired.” she said, giving him a quick nose nuzzle, before heading off to their bedroom. Trey trotted behind her, cuddling up next to her for the night, glad that she was in happier spirits.

XXXV: The story

“What a wonderful story, Peach blossom!” said Legible Scrawl, the Equestrian teacher. “Anacrusis, it’s your turn!”

“Do I have to read it out loud?” he asked, terror striking his heart.

“Well, why not?”

“Um...”

“He’s chicken.” said a pony in the back, snickering.

“Because I wanted...um...ok. Let’s do this.” he said, grabbing his papers and moving up to the front of the room. “Let’s get this over with...”

***

"Darkwing

Bandmaster Anacrusis IV

Darkwing sniffed the air. The pungent aroma of moldy, slimy sludge water assaulted his nostrils, making him cringe, desperate for some febreeze. His target was in here somewhere, lurking the the shadows, probably watching him. Darkwing, a black coated stallion with an equal color mane, stuck to the shadows, using his natural camouflage at his disposal in an attempt at stealth. He spread his wings, slowly gliding through the air as gracefully as a bowling ball wouldn’t, doing his best not to make sound. He forgot to take into account that it was fall, and the gush of his wings blew dead leaves off the nearby trees. A light came on in the mansion ahead of him. His pulse pounded as a shadowy figure appeared in the window. He’d made a foalish mistake.

Darkwing froze as the figure in the mansion in front of him came closer to the window, casting a menacing shadow across the yard. Darkwing was frozen in place, afraid to move. However, he knew that if he didn’t he’d be spotted. The figure drew closer. His time was limited.

Darkwing quietly slipped into the shadows, attempting to scamper in his fear of being caught. The figure opened the window, the full bodied grace of Starstruck shining in the darkness.

“Who’s there?” she called. Darkwing stayed silent. Partially out of fear, the other out of sheer awe of her beauty this night. “Hello?”

The wind carried her scent, her mane flowing in the breeze. Darkwing gently sniffed the air, her fresh scent wafting about his nostrils, tempting him to come to her.

She looked side to side, searching in the darkness for movement. She shook her head and closed the window, turning the light off again. darkwing hesitated for a minute, before slinking off towards the front door, leaves softly crunching under his hooves.

He pulled out his pair of lockpicks, quietly fiddling with the knob, letting the door softly swing open before he tiptoed his way in. He shut the door behind him with equal care, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light.

“I’m going to return for you.”

“This war’s going to kill you, Darkwing!” she told me. I kissed her tenderly, holding her tight, and whispered in her ear.

“No. No I’m not. I’ll come back for you. I will come back. Trust me.”

“Darkwing...” she hugged me tighter, crying. “Please don’t go...”

“Equestria’s in danger, Starstruck. I have to do this.” I said, giving her another tight hug before breaking off. I had to go. I had to. “I love you.”

“Darkwing!!!” she screamed, galloping after me. Security on base grabbed hold of her, preventing her from reaching me as I stepped onto the train. I blew her a kiss, a silent tear falling down my cheek as I took my spot aboard. I kept an eye on her until she was out of sight.

Darkwing looked out past the hall, checking left and right. He saw nothing in dark and stealthily flew up the stairs, with no fear of leaves rustling in the breeze. He slunk down through the hallway, approaching on her room. He quietly pushed it open, seeing her small table light on, reading a book in bed. He looked beside him, seeing a small bowl full of pebbles, a decorative accent. He picked one up, carefully throwing it down the hall. He quickly hid behind a corner, watching her cautiously investigate the noise. As she trotted down the hall, he slipped into her room, sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the wall. He heard her trot back up the hallway, cursing to herself. She stepped into the room, ignoring him, looking straight towards her bed.

“You really need to pay more attention.” he said, smiling. She jumped up, falling backwards, crashing into a dresser behind her. She stared long and hard at Darkwing, tears coming to her eyes, a huge, huge smile starting to beam across her face.

“Dar...da...wi...” she tried to stutter, eventually conceding and throwing herself upon him, holding him tight. “They said...said you died in the conflict...”

“I was a P.O.W under the radar. I managed to escape. I told you I’d come back for you.” he said, wiping tears from his own eyes.

“It’s been 5 years, Darkwing...” she said, burying her nose into him. “...I didn’t think you’d ever return...”

“Well I’m here now, for good.” he said.

Starstruck continued to press against him tight.

“Honey, what’s going on?” said a voice, coming into the room from the bathroom. “Who are you talking...” he stopped, seeing Darkwing. “Who’s this?”

Starstruck looked up at him. “I...I can explain...” she said, presumably to both of them.

“You found somepony else, then. I guess I’m not needed here.” he said, extending his wings, looking down on her. She looked up at him with teary, bloodshot eyes, whispering, “Please don’t leave.”

“You’ve made your decision, it seems.” he said, quickly bending down to give her a kiss on the forehead. “I love you.”

“Darkwing, please!” she shouted, as he flew out the nearby window, disappearing in the darkness.

“I think I should go.” said the other stallion, slamming her door behind him. Starstruck collapsed on the floor, crying.

Had she not drowned in her tears of sorrow that night, she would have seen Darkwing’s obituary the next morning.

***

“Wow.” said the teacher. “That was...sad.”

“It was a romantic tragedy.”

“Well, you did it well. I think I’ll just have the rest of you turn in your papers next class.” she said, her voice faltering, as if she was about to cry. “Good story.”

The final bell rung, sending everypony filing out of the classroom hurriedly. Anacrusis stayed behind.

“You can go home now, Anacrusis.” she said, looking through her desk.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Just go.” she said, burying her head on her desk, softly sobbing.

“Was it something I wrote?” he asked, regretting doing this to his teacher. She shuffled through her desk, flinging a picture his way before slamming her head back down. In the picture, he could see a young Ms. Scrawl, and another stallion...a stallion that looked exactly like Darkwing. He’d unknowingly written a story about a past she had suffered once.

“I lost him...I lost him in a conflict once, too. Please go.” she said again, taking the picture from him. Anacrusis gave her a quick pat on the back before silently trotting out. The minute be closed the door, he heard her bawl. He placed his head low and trotted home.

***

“How’d your story go?” asked Trey, seeing Anacrusis trot in, head hung.

“Good enough to drive my teacher to tears, apparently. I don’t know if I want to do this anymore.”

“Good writers can being other ponies all kinds of emotion!” said Fluttershy, giving him a hug. “You’re just a good writer! Think of all the emotions you can bring ponies! Happy, impatient, oh, the possibilities are endless!”

“I didn’t want to make her sad, though...”

“Why not write her a story to make her happy, then?” asked Trey, giving him a pat on the back, rustling his mane like he did long ago.

“I dunno...maybe. I just wanna...I don’t know.” he said, trotting off to his room.

“Is he gonna be ok?” asked Fluttershy.

“He’ll be fine. He’s just not used to seeing his writing affect ponies like that. Poor guy. Why don’t I make his favorite dinner tonight?”

“Hay?” asked Fluttershy, smiling.

“You betcha.” said Trey, giving her a kiss.

XXXVII: Redemption

5-27-14

Been a while since I’ve written. I guess I just got busy. Flutterheart and I have been getting ready for our new baby. She’s going to be here in about two months or so. She’s already decided to name her “Flutterwing”, which is only fair since I got to name Anacrusis. Speaking of which, he just gets more and more excited as time goes on. “When’s she gonna be born? Mommy’s getting bigger!” “Two months or so. Hold your horses, colt!” “I just wanna take care of her!” “We all do, Anacrusis. Trust me.” I’m glad to see him so eager to help out. Now let’s see if he’s just as eager to help set up her room. I suspect the enthusiasm might die down. Time will tell.

Suspecting,

Trey

Anacrusis scribbled into a notebook furiously.

“Whatcha working on?” asked Fluttershy, coming up behind him. Anacrusis covered up the paper hurriedly.

“Secret project. Top notch stuff, you know. Super secret...secret...stuff.” he said, continuing to cover the paper up. Fluttershy slunk back.

“Oh...well, ok.”

“It’s just a project for school, don’t worry. A sort of recreational piece.”

“Oh. Can I read it?” she asked, her ears perking up.

“Uh...no. I’m not done with it yet.”

Fluttershy’s ears slunk back again. “Oh...ok...that’s fine.”

“Maybe when I’m done, however.”

Fluttershy’s ears perked up yet again as she smiled. “That would be nice!”

“But it won’t be done for a while.”

Fluttershy dropped her ears once more, slinking back. “Oh...I don’t wanna bother you. Have fun!” she said, trotting off elsewhere. She found Flutterwing playing in the den, having a rather grandiose tea party with Sir Snuggles and her recent Hearth’s Warming gift.

“Oh, Hi, Mommy!” she said, beaming up at her mom. Fluttershy smiled back down at her.

“Having fun?”

“Oh yes. But we’re missing one pony!”

“Oh? Well I guess I’d better join you!” she said, sitting down at the empty spot.

“Ok!”

“How’s Sir Snuggles?”

“He’s doing pretty good. He’s still snuggly and stuff.” she said, rubbing up against him. “But right now, he’s thirsty!” she said, bringing a cup up to his lips. “But that’s better!”

Fluttershy giggled a bit, bringing up her own cup, pretending to sip on some liquid.

***

“I’m home!” said Trey, trotting in the front door. “Who’s ready for the weekend?”

“Me!” shouted Flutterwing, jumping up, flying over the tea party, launching herself upon him, hugging him tight.

“I’m glad! Where did you learn to do that?” he asked. He’d never seen her use her wings before.

“Oh, it was easy to learn! The sparrows taught me!”

“Sparrows? Well, what have the squirrels taught you?”

“How to store food in my mouth!”

“Well!” said Fluttershy, giggling. “Let’s just assume you have that one down perfectly.”

“I never get to show it off...” she said, bowing her head.

“So...where’s Anacrusis?” asked Trey, glancing around.

“He’s writing something secret in the kitchen.”

“What’s he writing?”

“A secret.” said Fluttershy, smiling.

“Ah. So...what’s for dinner?”

“I thought we’d make a new twist on an old favorite...HAY PASTA! With Alfalfredo sauce!”

“Sounds like a plan!” said Trey, hoisting Flutterwing up on his back. “You wanna help?”

“Can I?” she asked, excited.

“I dunno...can you?” Fluttershy asked, nuzzling her gently.

“May I?”

“Of course.”

***

After the family finished dinner, they did their usual routine of playing games, favoring for Frisbee out in the front. Anacrusis stayed inside writing, scribbling away furiously on whatever story he was working on. Fluttershy went inside to check on him, finding him stacking papers.

“Are you alright, Anacrusis?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I just finished my story. I promised you could read it, so...here.” he said, handing her the document. She smiled giddily and read.

***

Darkwing scampered down the hall, galloping faster and faster. He had finally escaped, working his way back to her...
Starstruck stuck her head out of her door, the light beams from her room reflecting out into the dark hallway. Darkwing quickly jumped up, spreading his wings in flight, trying to be silent. Starstruck looked out into the hallway, trying to find the source of the sound. She looked left and right, seeing nothing. She scratched her head, confused, before closing the door again. Darkwing slowly descended, staring at the door in front of him, taking a deep breath in before knocking on it. He heard a soft clopping of her hooves on the tile, before the slow creak of the door. As it slowly opened, the light from the door resembling the warmth in her heart, she took one look at him, and fainted. Darkwing smiled, picking her up, plopping her down on her bed, waiting patiently for her to awaken.

As she slowly opened her eyes, she heard a faint, familiar voice call out to her. “Starstruck...you know, that’s always how you made ME feel.”

She opened her eyes wide, looking over to her left, at that familiar black face, sitting on the edge of the bed. “D...Dark...I...”

“You? You’re Starstruck. I’m Darkwing.” he said, smiling coyly at her, before reaching over and grabbing one of her hooves. Tears fell from both of their eyes as they stared deep into each other’s souls.

“They...they said...died....”

“I was a POW under radar. I was beaten and tortured for five years...but I escaped. I told you I’d come back for you, Star...I don’t lie.”

“I...”

Darkwing immediately reached his body over and kissed her, feeling the heat from her cheeks as she lay there, still trying to take in the reality of his return. She wrapped her arms around him, giving him a tight, tight hug, sitting up in bed, crying from sheer happiness.

“I won’t leave you again.” he said, rubbing her back.

“...I’ll never let you go again.” she said, squeezing him as tight as she could.

***

“Oh, that was a wonderful story!” said Fluttershy, giving him a hug.

“Thanks. I felt bad for the way the last one made my teacher cry...so I took Dad’s advice and wrote something to make up for it.”

“Oh?” said Trey, trotting inside, Flutterwing hoisted on his back. “Did You write a new story?”

“Yeah. You’re free to read it.”

“It was a wonderful short story!” said Fluttershy, giving Trey the paper. Trey quickly glanced through it, smiling.

“I’m sure she’ll love it.” said Trey, knowing exactly who this was written for...and why. He gave Anacrusis a big hug, ruffling his mane like he used to do.

***

Anacrusis handed Legible Scrawl his new sheet of paper after class. She eyed it curiously.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Um...a story.” he said, pinning his ears back, afraid of a condemning answer.

“Well, I’ll be sure to add it to my list of things to read this weekend.” she said, pointing to a stack of papers on her desk. Anacrusis saw her eyes glance over the paper casually, doing a double take. “Is this...” she started, her voice faltering.

“I’m...gonna go.” he said, starting to back up towards the door. Ms. Scrawl’s eyes kept going back and forth through the paper, gobbling up every sentence.

“No, stay here.” she said casually, not lifting her eyes from the paper. Anacrusis’ ears stayed back, fearing the worst as tears started streaming down her eyes.

“I’m sorry...” he started, as she set the paper beside her, giving him a cold stare. “...I just wanted to make it better...I should go...” he added, turning around.
“Wait...Anacrusis...I...” she started, trotting towards him. He froze, turning back around to look at her. He stared at her in fear, shriveling back into himself as she bent over and gave him a huge hug. “Thank you.” she finally added, as she released him, wiping tears from her eyes. Anacrusis smiled a bit, nodding to her, before slipping out the door. Ms. Scrawl closed it behind him, holding the paper close to her chest as she slunk down, back against the door, sighing heavily. She made sure to read that story three more times before her head hit the pillow, where she finally had good dreams about her long lost lover.

Author's Note

Sorry this took so long to get out, guys. College takes away my free time.

XXXVIII: All you need is love.

“Annie, you’re making a mess!” exclaimed Cherry, hurriedly trying to wipe up the spilled chocolate off the counter.

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m a writer, not a chocolate cherry maker!” he said, backing off.

“We’re not making muffins?” asked Derpy, frowning.

“We made Muffins yesterday, mom. There’s some left in the kitchen.”

Derpy’s face lit up as she trotted off towards the kitchen, a loud thud resounding about the house.

“I’m ok!” she yelled, causing Cherry and Anacrusis to laugh.

“It’s simple, Annie.” said Cherry, looking into his eyes. “All you have to do is take a cherry, dip it in chocolate, then set it on this plate. Then we just let them cool.”

“That’s what I’ve been doing...”

“You have to remove the stems first.”

“Oh.”

“Silly colt.” she said, giving him a quick smile, dipping a cherry into the bowl of melted chocolate. “You’re so silly sometimes.”

“Yeah...” he said, bowing his ears low, dipping his hooves into the bowl of chocolate.

“What are you-” she started, before Anacrusis booped her nose, getting chocolate all over her snout and lips. “ANNIE!”

Anacrusis laughed and hurriedly trotted away as Cherry dipped her hooves in the chocolate, chasing after him around the kitchen. They both laughed as she eventually lunged at him, bringing him down to the ground, staring deep into his eyes. She leaned down into him. As he closed his eyes, she booped his nose with the chocolate, causing Anacrusis to open his eyes with a saddened look. She smiled, leaning in to kiss him, giving him a small, passionate, chocolate flavored kiss. They both opened their eyes again, smiling at each other, standing up, shortly before Derpy walked back into the kitchen, looking at the mess, chocolate all over the walls, chocolate on their faces, and cherry stems all over the counter.

“I don’t remember making muffins.” she said. “How did we get this messy?”

Cherry dipped her hoof in the chocolate again, a slightly evil smile coming across her lips. Derpy stood there innocently as Cherry flung some chocolate at her, splashing her mane with chocolate. Derpy laughed.

“That’s how.” said Cherry. Anacrusis dipped his hooves in the chocolate again, unbeknownst to Cherry. He rubbed it all over her face again, shortly before an all out food fight broke out in the kitchen.

***

“Oh, what if they’re hurt?” asked Fluttershy, worried about Anacrusis and Cherry.

“Flutterheart, they’ll be fine. It’s still light outside. I’m not worried about them. They’re probably just having a little fun, no worries.” he said, hugging her as she shook. “In fact, they’ll probably be here any minute now.

“What if one of them passed out and drowned in the chocolate?”

“There would have been two other ponies there to help.”

“What if they all passed out and couldn’t help?”

“Flutterheart, don’t you think you’re worrying a bit too much?”

“What if...what if there was an explosion?”

“I think we would have heard it.”

“What if the house caught fire?”

“I think we would have heard about it.”

“What if-”

“Flutterheart! Calm down! They’re fine! They’re just having fun and lost track of time!”

“What if they ran away together?”

Trey rolled his eyes, hugging her tight. “They’ll be here soon, don’t worry.”

No sooner than he had finished that sentence, the door opened, revealing Cherry, Annie, and Derpy, all covered in massive amounts of dried chocolate. Fluttershy hurriedly flew over to Annie, hugging him tight, nearly tackling him.

“Oh thank goodness I was worried that you weren’t alright and if something had happened to you I was so worried please don’t be late again I love you so much please don’t scare me like that again...”

Annie glanced over at Cherry, rolling his eyes. “Yes, Ma’am.” he said, hugging her back. “We were having so much fun we just lost track of time.”

“Oh, thank goodness. I was so worried that maybe the building had exploded or caught on fire!”

“Mom, that’s not going to happen. It was just chocolate covered cherries.” he said, getting up. “I’m going to need to take a bath before we go to the movies.”

“Cherry? You look like you need one, too.” said Trey, noticing that they were all still covered in chocolate. “Whose idea was it to walk from your house over to here covered in chocolate?”

“Um...” started Cherry, bowing her head. “My mom’s.”

“Oh. You want to use our shower, then?”

“Yay!” said Derpy, flying off towards an unknown part of the cottage, crashing into a wall.

“Other way, Derpy.” said Fluttershy, watching her turn around and fly towards the shower before Cherry or Annie could say anything about it.

“I guess you guys are going to have to wait.” said Trey.

Cherry sighed. “I’m sorry about that. I’ll clean up the water afterwards.”

“Clean up the water?” asked Fluttershy.

“Yeah. She likes to play Marezilla in the bathtub and pretend she’s flooding Foalkyo.”

“Oh.” said Trey. “I guess we’ll just sit tight, then.”

“RAWR! I AM MAREZILLA, MARE OF THE SEAS!” they heard from the bathroom. They all laughed and went into the living room, waiting patiently until it was time to go out.

***

“Alright, what are you two going to go see?” asked Fluttershy, looking at Cherry and Anacrusis.

“Daring Do and the Emerald City!” said Cherry.

“Nightmare Night Mare!” said Anacrusis, lowering his voice dramatically towards the end of it. “Daring do!”

“Alright. Derpy? What about you?”

“Marezilla returns to Foalkyo!”

“That’s not showing yet, mom.”

“Muffin button!”

“That’s not a real movie.”

“Tell you what.” said Trey, intervening. “How about you just come see Cloudsdale Atlas with us?”

“Hooray!”

“Alright. Flutterwing, what do you want to see?”

“Whatever Cherry’s seeing is good for me!” she smiled.

“Alrighty. Our movie gets done a little bit later than yours. So you’re probably be waiting in the lobby for us for a little bit. Will you be alright?” said Fluttershy, slightly worried.

“Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll protect them if anything happens!” said Anacrusis, puffing his chest out. Trey rolled his eyes and smiled, heading up to the counter to pay for the tickets.

***

“Daring Do, I’m afraid you cannot survive this one.” said the on-screen villain. Anacrusis sat in between Flutterwing and Chocolate Cherry, both hooves being held by each respective pony on either side of him. Flutterwing gripped him tight, shaking, afraid for Daring Do, while he gripped Cherry tight, making sure she wouldn’t leave him.

“You’ve been a worthy adversary, but now, your time is ending. Just die, please.” said the villain, flipping a switch. Cherry hunched forward, getting closer to the screen, absorbing the action. Flutterwing covered her eyes with her free hoof, peeking at the screen from a small slit she left open between her hoof and snout. Anacrusis simply sat there, taking in the mixture of a good movie and a beautiful filly by his side.

***

“Oh, Daring...” said the main stallion. “You came for me!”

“Of course I did.” she said, giving him a slightfully lustful look. “I couldn’t leave a handsome thing like you behind.” she added, untying his shackles. “Now...where were we?” she asked, staring deep into his eyes, leaning closer and closer. Anacrusis looked over to his right, seeing Flutterwing completely enveloped in this scene. He looked over to his left, seeing Cherry looking right back at him. They both smiled, and he leaned in to give her a short, passionate kiss, each of them pretending they were the characters on the screen.

“Aw!” said Flutterwing, no longer paying attention to the movie. Anacrusis and Cherry both leaned out after the kiss, the dark theater hiding the blushing they both were doing.

Soon enough the movie ended, and Anacrusis, Cherry, and Flutterwing flooded out of the theater, taking a seat in the lobby.

“I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” said Cherry, leaving Flutterwing and Anacrusis alone.

“Hey, Big Brother?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s it like kissing Cherry?”

“Oh. You saw that, huh?”

“Yeah. Just like on the big screen.”

“I don’t know about that. It’s nice, that’s the only real way I know how to explain it.”

“I just wish I had someone like her.”

“We all do.” he said, giving her a hug. “Wait, you mean you had a guy like her?”

“Oh. Um...yeah.” she said softly, looking away from him.

“Alright, I’m back. I guess now all that’s left is the waiting game.” said Cherry, plopping down beside them. “When is their movie supposed to be over, anyway?”

“9:30” said Anacrusis. Cherry grabbed his arm, looking at his watch. It read 8:15. Cherry sighed and rested her head on Anacrusis’ neck, closing her eyes momentarily. She woke up to Fluttershy, Trey, and Derpy walking out of their movie theater. She yawned, sitting up.

“Welcome back, sleepyhead.” said Anacrusis, poking her.

“What’d I miss?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.

“We’re gonna make muffins when we get home!” said Derpy.

“Again?”

“They were in the movie at one point. I take full responsibility.” said Trey. “But hey, they’ll be something challenging.”

“What’s that?” asked Cherry.

“Banana cinnamon cream nut swirl sprinkles!” said Derpy, beaming.

“...what?”

“Those weren’t in the movie...” said Fluttershy, thinking about it.

“Marezilla wants banana cinnamon cream nut swirl sprinkles!”

“Have it your way! I’m sticking with good old blueberry.” said Trey. The gang laughed as they left the theater to their respective homes.

XXXIX: New Addition

6-13-14

Flutterheart’s definitely getting anxious about the new foal. There’s some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that Anacrusis is getting WAY too excited about the new foal. Like...I’m having bad visions of him popping her head off during a hug. The good news is that I guess I won’t have to live in fear that she’ll castrate me in my sleep for not giving her a filly. I dodged the bullet there, I can tell. She’ll be here in about 4 months or so.
Anacrusis is still as adorable as ever, though. Flutterheart and I have been teaching him to fly a little bit. (Not that we ever use it much) Now we have to teach him to quit flying inside the house until he gets a little better control of himself. He’s already almost broken a vase. And a family portrait. AAAAAAAND might have accidentally injured a puppy. Yeah. Flutterheart was a little upset.
Anyways, I’m off. Have a big day preparing for the school’s final concert in the upcoming weeks. I’ve already gotten more than a few hundred parent letters over it. i guess Derpy didn’t deliver all the informational pamphlets I gave her...

Ready for the concert,

Trey

7-5-14

Flutterwing’s been kicking a lot more recently. While it makes Rarity and the girls squeel with joy and anticipation, it kind of makes me worry. We’re still close to three months out from due date. It still seems really early for her to be kicking this much. I guess we’ll see.
The final concert is tomorrow night. Sadly, this is the last group of foals from when I started teaching. It’s been fun to see these kids mature throughout the years, going to college at Canterlot university, getting involved with marching band, or joining the workforce. it was cool seeing a few of them get their cutie marks (Erm...MANLY marks) through the program (Though still a tad later than most foals their age). But these relationships are not something that I take lightly. Legitimately, I’m going to miss these kids. Hopefully I can keep myself from crying.

Hoping to keep from crying,

Trey

7-7-14

The concert went over really well. Didn’t keep from tearing up, though. There’s just something about an entire crowd going “Awww...” that kind of eats away at you. But I got to come home to a beautiful wife and son, so that definitely made my night a lot better.
Flutterwing’s been kicking again. Flutterheart tries to hide the pain, but I can see it’s not comfortable.

Done with concerts for the year,

Trey

8-14-14

Well, some extremely bad news...

***
“Get her to the emergency room, STAT!” yelled Nurse Redheart. Flutterheart lay on a bed, wheeled away by various nursing staff, hyperventilating out of pain. Trey galloped alongside them, following them into the room, trying to stay out of the way.
“Trey, what happened?” asked Nurse Redheart.
“She just kicked me in the night and said her water broke. It’s two months early, though, I’m worried.”
“We’re going to take good care of her. Just hang back.” she finished, snapping a mask over her snout, donning scrubs and gloves.
“Fluttershy...” she said, turning her attention to the table, where they had already propped her legs open. “...I just need you to relax. We’re going to get her out of there smoothly, and we’re going to make sure she’s fine. Alright?”
“It’s two months early, Nurse...”
“Don’t worry about that. This isn’t my first rodeo.”
“But-”
“No buts. We’re getting through this. It’s just a natural birth. Now, push!”
Fluttershy did as she was told, pushing along.
“Good, Fluttershy. I can see the...flank? Oh, dear.”
“Flank? You mean face, right?”
“I’m afraid not. She’s coming out backwards. It happens sometimes, no big deal. Triage, fetch me the tongs.”
“Yes, Ma’am!” said a nearby nurse, picking up a pair of baby pliers from the operating table.
“Get in there and see if you can pull the legs out.”
Triage did as he was told, managing to pop both of Flutterwing’s legs out. Redheart and Triage both took ahold of one and gently started pulling, as Fluttershy kept pushing.
“Gently now...I can see the neck. Now let’s...oh, shit.”
“WHAT? WHAT’S WRONG?” yelled Fluttershy.
“Triage, get the scissors, NOW!”
“WHAT’S HAPPENING?”
Trey’s heart sank to the bottom of his stomach watching the scene unfold. Flutterwing’s umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck, rendering her unable to breathe. He started to quiver, afraid of losing a child.
Triage hurriedly dashed to the operating table, picking up the scissors. He gave them to Nurse Redheart, who hurriedly cut the cord as close to the neck as possible, which, unfortunately, wasn’t enough at this point. She grabbed a hold of Flutterwing, pulling back on her quickly, sending Fluttershy into massive amounts of pain. Triage hurriedly held up a towel, while Nurse Redheart half-assed a wrapping job, sending Triage down the hall to put Flutterwing into an oxygen unit. Trey sat there, unsure of what to think. A series of tears started to roll down his eyes. Fluttershy was panting and crying as Nurse Redheart tried to calm her.
“Fluttershy...she’s going to be fine. We just need to get her some oxygen. This happens sometimes.”
“Why did it have to happen...to me?” she managed to choke through the tears, making Trey and Nurse Redheart stare at her in confused shock.
“I...don’t know.” she said, looking for the words. “I guess God...well...We’re going to take care of her. If something happens to her, I will be just as much in pain as you will. I...I need to check on her.” she said, hurriedly dashing out of the room. Two assistants let down the props from Fluttershy’s legs, gathering up the labor equipment.
“Ring us if you need anything.” one of them said, before closing the door behind them.
“Trey...” said Fluttershy, looking over to him. “Trey...please...”
Trey got up off the floor, his head hung low, trotting over to her. He held her hoof tightly, both of them staring into each other’s bloodstained eyes. Trey tried to look strong...but he knew he couldn’t.
“She’s going to be fine.” he whispered. “I’m sure of it. We’re going to ahve our special daughter. Anacrusis will have a wonderful sister, and you’re finally going to have your daughter. Just...it might be more complicated than that.”
“Trey...what if we lose her?”
Trey froze for a second, unable to consider what would happen if they legitimately stillborned a child.
“We won’t.” he said. It was the only thing he could say at the moment. Fluttershy gripped his hoof tightly, sobbing quietly into it, as they awaited the judgement call from Nurse Redheart.
After about 30 minutes, Nurse Redheart came into the room, closing the door behind her. Fluttershy and Trey both glanced over at her, tear-stained.
“Well, I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that Flutterwing is in stable condition. She’s going to be fine.”
Flutterwing yelped out of joy, hugging Trey tighter than she ever had before. Trey smiled out of pure relief, glad of the news.
“The bad news, however, is that there were, indeed, some complications while trying to get her out. I’m sorry to have caused you some pain there, but your umbilical cord was wrapped around Flutterwing’s neck, and she couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t able to get a lot of oxygen. Because of this, well...She’s going to suffer some brain damage. We won’t really know the extent of it until she starts getting into the development part of growth, but at the worst, your child may be completely mentally retarded.”
“Oh...”
“Like I said, we won’t know the extent of it for a while, but I don’t believe it;’s going to be that severe. Just make sure to shower her with all the love and affection you can muster and I’m sure she’ll turn out fine.” said Nurse Redheart, smiling. “Now, unfortunately, she’s still hooked up to the oxygen machine, and she’ll have to stay here overnight. You’ll be able to take her home tomorrow. Once again, I’m sorry. This happens sometimes. I don’t know why it had to happen to you, of all ponies, but everything is going to be alright.”

***
It’s been tough on both of us tonight. I only have time to write while she’s in the shower, and I can still hear her sobbing. Luckily, the sitter already put Anacrusis to bed, so maybe I won’t have to explain this to him. This has just been a really weird night, a bad night, for the both of us. I really hope whatever damage Flutterwing gets isn’t too severe. But, whatever it is, she’s still my daughter, and I won’t treat her as any less of an equine being. I’ll still love her forever. I heard the water stop. I’d best prepare myself for some really tight hugs. She’s still really upset.

Loving Flutterwing Forever,

Trey

Author's Note

Sorry for such a late delay, guys. Here's about 1500 words to satisfy your desire for more Flutterheart. It's jsut not as D'aw worthy this time around.

XXXX: Another year, another pony

“Shh!” Fluttershy said, putting a hoof over her mouth. “She’ll hear us!” She quietly opened the door to Flutterwing’s room, the lights from the hall lighting up her face in an angelic sort of fashion. Trey and Anacrusis hung out in the hall, watching quietly.
“Flutterwing, honey?” she said, lightly prodding her with her hoof. “It’s time to wake up for school!” Flutterwing stirred awake, rambling about what had clearly been happening in her dream previous.
“But Mom, I have to save those colts from their inevitable demise! They’re being slowly and brutally tortured by the evil Banana Colt and I’m the only one with the power to marshmallow.” Fluttershy stared on in horror, wondering how Flutterwing could have had some outlandish, nightmarish dreams.
“Well, I’m sure you can rescue them later.” She said. “Come get some hay pancakes!” she said, backing out of the room.
“I will...just 5 more minutes...”
Fluttershy closed the door behind her, looking at Trey and Anacrusis. All three of them took refuge behind the couch, waiting patiently. After a short time, They heard the door to Flutterwing’s room creak open. She rubbed her eyes, calling out around the house.
“I don’t smell...wait a minute...it’s Saturday, there’s no school!” she said, somewhat annoyed.
“SURPRISE!” Yelled Trey, Fluttershy, Anacrusis, and Pinkie Pie.
“What?”
“Well, DUH!” began Pinkie. Fluttershy and Trey looked slightly confused, unsure of how or when she got in the house. “It’s your Birthday! And what sort of birthday would it be without a super-duper totally fantastic awesome birthday party filled with cake, cupcakes, hoofcakes, poundcakes, pumpkin cakes, but the foal the Cakes have, that would be wrong. I wonder if that’s ever happened? I wonder if Pound Cake has ever had that issue at all, either? I’ve certainly never had that requested when I was working. In fact, I think-”
“PINKIE!” shouted Anacrusis.
“Oh, right, silly me!” she said, pulling her party cannon out of nowhere. “LET’S PARTY!” She lit the fuse on the cannon, riding the back of it.
“Oh, the animals!” fluttershy whimpered, ducking and putting her hooves over her ears, shaking in fear of what was about to happen. A loud BANG resounded about the cottage, blowing all the windows open. Trey and Anacrusis stood frozen in their previous spots, manes blown back in a permanent fashion from the sheer force of the cannon. But, sure enough, the cottage was soon decorated with tons of pink streamers, cake, cupcakes, napkins, and an assorted ephemera of partying delights. Flutterwing screamed in delight, galloping over to the table. Trey prodded Fluttershy, who promptly opened an eye, seeing the fully decked-out cottage.
“She...got everything under the presents...” Trey said to himself, noticing that all the tablecloths had somehow been placed under the presents that were already on the table.
“I don’t even.” said Anacrusis. “My grammar is failing, I’m so astonished.”
“You guys should see the looks on your faces! You look so silly. In fact, here!” said Pinkie, whipping out a camera, taking a candid photo of Trey and Anacrusis in their slightly frightened states. She bounced towards the table happily as they both followed her movement with their eyes, still glued to the floor.
“I think we can move now.” said Anacrusis.
“I’m afraid to take that risk.” Trey retorted.
“Daddy, let’s open presents!” Flutterwing shouted from the kitchen. Trey and Anacrusis both managed to move their limbs, trotting into the room themselves, where Pinkie was already cutting slices of cake onto plates. With her tail.
“Alright, sweetheart!” said Fluttershy, pushing a box her way. “Open them up!”
“Yay!” shouted Flutterwing, tearing through the wrapping paper voraciously. She opened up the first box, pulling out a stuffed animal, another compliment to her collection. She beamed, hugging it tight, snuggling it for dear life. Fluttershy pushed another box over to her. Flutterwing continued snuggling the doll.
“Hey, you have other presents, too, you know.” said Trey, smiling a bit.
“Just a few more minutes.” said Flutterwing. Trey rolled his eyes as Fluttershy and Pinkie laughed.

***

“So...” Trey started, nudging Fluttershy. “You think they’re having fun?” he asked, motioning to Pinkie Pie, who was bouncing around with Flutterwing on her back, who has laughing loud and proud.
“Oh, I don’t know. She seems kind of bored.” she said, trying out sarcasm. Anacrusis sat in the kitchen, snarfing down the leftover cake, hoping to get away with eating more than he was normally allowed.
“She’s happy. That’s what matters, right?”
“Well, Pinkie Pie DOES live for making other ponies smile.”
“Of course I do!” said Pinkie, magically appearing between the two of them. “It’s just the bestest feeling EVER!” she finished, bouncing away again. Flutterwing hopped off her back, trotting over to Trey and Fluttershy. She gave them both a tight hug.
“Thank you, Mommy and Daddy! This is the best birthday ever!” she said, beaming at them.
“Well,” began Trey, “You’ve only had 7 of them. You’ve still got a lot more to go!”
“And they’re all going to be super duper awesomazing!” Pinkie shouted. “I’ll be there for ALL of them!”
“Really?” ask Flutterwing, her smile somehow getting wider. “That would be really nice!”
“Well...” started Fluttershy. “I suppose we can arrange that.”
“Yay!” Flutterwing and Pinkie shouted in unison.
“Hey, I’ve got a super idea!” said Pinkie.
“What’s that?” Said Flutterwing, staring up at her curiously.
“How about I shoot you out of my party cannon? You can parachute to the ground!”
“That doesn’t seem very safe...” said Fluttershy, eyes getting wide with fear.
“Oh, don’t be silly! I’ve done it LOADS of times!”
“But...”
“Pinkie...” started Anacrusis, “Not all of your fellow equines have the perplexing ability to utilize an exceptional range of physics-defying feats. Such aforementioned feats are the culmination of a natural ability not contained within the rest of the populace. Flutterwing’s poor, fragile body state cannot hope to surpass the force and velocity of which your party cannon exhausts. I recommend halting the line of inquiry and instead switching to your previous activity of happily bouncing about our living quarters. Flutterwing was in a state of ecstasy then, and would be more than happy to continue said activity.”
“They left after your first sentence, dude.” said Trey.
“Oh...well...shoot.”
Trey laughed, ruffling his son’s mane like he used to do. “So...wanna go watch?”
“Why not? Where’d Pinkie put her camera?”
“Her tail. Where else?”
“Her mane?”
“No, that’s where she keeps everything else.”
“Oh. Good point. Let’s go, I guess.”

***

9-27-14

Flutterwing’s over a month old now. So far, she’s just a happy, healthy foal. I can barely tell any signs of mental degradation. Flutterheart seems to have reached an emotionally stable state, nursing the child without any thoughts that the baby could be mentally retarded. She’s treating her just like she did Anacrusis. Honestly, I believe that Flutterwing is going to be ok. I don’t seen any reason for her not to be. Anacrusis, in the meantime, is doing his duties as a big brother by standing beside her crib, making sure nopony comes to hurt her. Even the animals. I think it’s adorable, but Flutterheart says that the animals get irritated with it. Oh well. All i really want is for my darling filly to have a happy, healthy life. Hopefully I can do a good job with her. She’s the last piece of the puzzle as far as my perfect life is concerned. I have the beautiful wife, I have the wonderful son...all that was missing was our wonderful daughter. I don’t need to worry about a dog named spot. Flutterheart has all the animals we could ever want. Life is good right now. let’s hope it stays that way.

Hoping it stays that way,

Trey

Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait, guys. Life has sucked recently. Here's another cute chapter to slake your insatiable thirst for D'aw from the D'awthor. I'll try and get on this as soon as i can.

XXXXI:Getting Back in the swing of things.

10-27-14

Life’s been somewhat hectic recently with the new foal settling in and whatnot. Anacrusis, always eager to help, just winds up getting in the way sometimes. However, I find that I can’t really scold him for trying because it just shows that he loves her. I hope that means a happier relationship than I had with MY sister.
That being said, Flutterwing has been really slow to develop recently. She hasn’t even said her first word yet, which seems really slow. I guess this is where we’re starting to see the effects of her birth mishap. Fluttershy’s really started to worry about it, too. She panicked and had a breakdown after she borrowed that book from Twilight about the natural development cycle of foals and found out that Flutterwing should have been saying a few words by now. It was heartbreaking. Poor anacrusis had no idea why she was crying, so he started crying too. Flutterwing, awoken from a nap, started bawling as well, and I was left with a living room of sobbing ponies. Not even one of my world famous hugs did the trick. Life in the cottage just gets stranger each day.
I did talk to her last night about it though. I managed to convince her that Flutterwing’s a completely normal child. Her development may be stunted or slowed, but she would wind up being the wonderful daughter we’ve always wanted. She eventually subsided, and just confessed that she was just worried about her. Maybe she would get picked on in school, maybe this, maybe that, and I eventually just had to give her one of my hugs until she calmed down. She exhausted herself to sleep that night, really. Sometimes, I have trouble believing what I tell her myself. I really do worry about whether Flutterwing will turn out alright. Anacrusis keeps wondering when she’s going to talk (Since he knows when HIS first words were). And by that, he’s wondering when she’s going to say his name. He wants her first word to be Anacrusis. Adorable, yes, but i told him not to get upset if it doesn’t happen. Only time will tell.

Waiting for time to tell,

Trey

***

“Come on, kids! You’ll be late!” shouted Trey, bursting into each of their rooms.
“Late for what?” asked Flutterwing, sprawled out on Sir Snugalot.
“School shopping, of course!”
“NEW WRITING UTENSILS?” shouted Anacrusis, thrusting himself out of bed, tripping over in his excitement, making a satisfying THUNK on the floor. He groaned in pain as Trey chuckled a bit.
“It’s 7 in the morning just 5 more minutes Dad...” Flutterwing mumbled.
“Actually, it’s 1 in the afternoon. You guys slept way too long.”
“EEEWHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?” shouted Flutterwing, springing to life. “I was supposed to go over to Blueberry’s house today at 12! I’m so dead!” she shouted, frantically digging through her drawers for clothes. Try chuckled even harder. Anacrusis tilted his head sideways, looking at Trey’s watch.
“Dad, it’s 9:30.”
“IT’S 9:30? I COULD’VE SLEPT!”
“But now you only have 2 1/2 hours to get ready to go to Blueberry’s house.”
“Only 2 1/2 hours? Oh, man, I don’t know if I can get ready in time!”
“Don’t worry, Flutterwing.” said Trey, winking at her. “Mom’s going to have breakfast ready in a few minutes. Go on and get ready and such.”
“UUUUUGH! DAD I’M SO CONFUSED!” she shouted, making Trey belt in laughter. Anacrusis chuckled a bit as well as he trotted out the door, into the kitchen. The smell of Hay Bacon wafted about the cottage as Anacrusis sat down at the table. Trey trotted over, giving Fluttershy a small kiss on the cheek, as she giggled. Flutterwing hurriedly dashed to her seat, panting, in a panicked state.
“Flutterwing, what’s wrong with you?” asked Fluttershy.
“I only have two hours and 15 minutes until I have to go to Blueberry’s!” she stated, making Trey facehoof.
“2 hours and 15 minutes is a long time, Flutterwing. You’ll be able to eat, take a nap,and do your makeup.”
“Eh...maybe just eat and nap.” Anacrusis stated, a coy smirk coming across his face.
“Heh.” said Trey, producing one of his own. “You’re right.”
“Hey!” said Fluttershy. “That’s not very nice.”
“She’s uh...not as seasoned as you are, dear. Thus, not as fast!”
“Oh. I thought you were making a bad joke for a second.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” said Trey, giving Anacrusis a small wink. He chortled a little bit.
“Breakfast’s ready!”

***

Anacrusis galloped out in front of Trey and Fluttershy, who were in turn dragging Flutterwing behind them.
“Only an hour and a half!”
“You’ll be fine, Flutterwing!” said Fluttershy. “The sooner we get this done, the sooner you can go!”
“OK!” said Flutterwing, zooming past Trey and Fluttershy, somehow managing to beat Anacrusis into the store. Trey and Fluttershy just stood staring at the scene.
“Well, at least she’s motivated.” said Trey, blinking in confusion.
“I wasn’t aware anypony could be that excited to go to Stall-mart.”
“At least they won’t be the strangest ponies there.”
“Hopefully they don’t wind up on poniesofstallmart.com”
“I’m sure they’ll be fine. We should probably chase after them, hm?”
“Oh. I guess so.” Fluttershy giggled.

***

“Here you go!” said Flutterwing, tossing a bunch of school materials into the basket, darting her eyes left and right.
“Flutterwing, calm down. Seriously.” said Trey, staring in confusion at the haphazardly thrown school supply massacre. “What do you even need these mexican jumping beans for?”
“I DON’T KNOW! Aren’t they for science?”
Fluttershy sighed heavily, facehoofing. “Let’s just figure out what we need to put back. Where’s your brother?”
“I dunno.”
“Trey, you go find him. I’ll sort this out.” she said, almost shooing him away. “Now, Flutterwing, just calm down...”
Trey trotted off, looking through the aisles, not managing to find his son through the massive throngs of other schoolfoals. Finally, on the writing utensils aisle, not surprisingly, he found Anacrusis sitting on the floor, staring up at the perfectly hung rack of pens and pencils. As Trey got closer, he could see Anacrusis was drooling a little bit, his eyes as large as saucer plates, almost as if the pens and pencils were emitting some sort of ethereal golden glow.
“Anacrusis?”
“Not now, Dad. I’m busy making the most important decision of my life.”
“Uh...Son, it’s not-”
“SH! The Dixon Ticonderoga has always been known as having the best eraser on the market, nearly erasing the competitors and holding a monopoly on the effective eraser market. The Bison Bandera brand, however, is made form the highest quality wood in Equestria, hoof-crafted in the Appleloosa factory and scanned for perfection. And then there’s...there’s the...” he started, his drool getting more noticeable. “The G2 Rollerball 6000. A recent pen put on the market, this utensil actually has ink inside of the pen. You click the top and it’s ready to write, unlike everything else right now that relies on fountain pens or quills with inkwells. Such a technological advancement could be so disastrously horrid. Yet, for it to have successfully been put on the market, it had to have made it past the testing process. it apparently lasts longer than pencils, and refills are sold for moderately cheap...This is the apex of my writing skills, Father. This is what my life has come to. THIS IS IMPORTANT!”
Trey stared at Anacrusis, trying to figure out what to say. “What are you using at home right now?”
“I actually have the fountain pen that came with the stationary you got me for Christmas.”
“Why can’t you just use that?”
“It’s too valuable.”
“What did you use at school before that?”
“I actually had the cheap Dixon knockoff brand. it was conceived and crafted well enough, but I’d avoid buying it again because it’s mass produced by sweatshop workers in Neighsia.”
“Oh, Sweet Celestia.” said Trey, rolling his eyes. “They’re 1 bit for 5. Just get one of each.”
“NO! That would be unfair! Making all of them live together, when they’re clearly all rivals.”
“Are you being for real right now?”
“Nah.” he said, grabbing the Dixons. “I’m just messin’ with ya.” he finished, trotting past his father out the aisle. Trey stared, blinking in confusion.
“He takes after me a little too well.” he said, shaking his head, trotting off to find Fluttershy and Flutterwing.
“I think we finally got it.” said Fluttershy, giving Trey a smile that said “We’re done, let’s leave.”
“At long last?” asked Anacrusis.
“Hurry Mom! We only have 45 minutes!”
“OK OK OK!” she Fluttershy, exasperated. Trey chuckled.
“I can take care of this is you want.”
“Please.”
“Got it. Come on, guys, let’s get through so Flutterwing can make it to Blueberry’s.”

***

11-7-14

Flutterwing said her first word today. Flutterheart was just ecstatic. Anacrusis was kind of bummed.
Flutterheart was just cuddling her on the couch while watching TV, and she was making some babbling noises. During one of the commercials, I passed by and she said “Flutter!” Of course, me, Flutterheart, and Anacrusis stood by wanting to make sure we heard her say it properly (If at all) and almost on cue, she said it again, smiling at us as if trying to proclaim an accomplishment to the world.
“Dang it! She was supposed to say Anacrusis!”
Flutterheart and I laughed a little bit. Her smile was so bright, almost as if all that tension and fear that she felt towards Flutterwing’s growth throughout the last year or so has instantly dissipated and was immediately replaced with a truly happy, ecstatic mare. One something like the one I first fell in love with. I had to smile to myself, then kissed her and Flutterwing on the foreheads before taking my place on the couch next to them. Anacrusis just kind of sulked for a bit. He’ll be fine. Looks like we’ll be sleeping well tonight. Supposing she doesn’t scream and cry and wake us up tonight, you know.

Proud of her first word,

Trey

Author's Note

Hey there. Finally managed to make time for a new chapter. Another shrot and sweet installment, I'm sure. I'll get better at cracking down and making myself write more. I miss it.

XXXXII: The talk.

Author's Note

Some mature content ahead.

XXXXII: The talk.

Flutterwing trotted in the door of the cottage, humming a merry little tune.
“Honey? Where’s your brother?” asked Fluttershy, curious about his sudden disappearance.
“Oh. He got in trouble or something. He has to have a student-teacher conference with dad.”
“Oh,no...” Fluttershy said, facehoofing. “What did he do this time?”
“I don’t know. It was something he wrote. She said she wanted you to stop by as well. It’s Mrs. Petunia.”
“Oh, dear.” she sighed. “Take care of the animals while I’m gone, please?”
“Yes, Mommy!” Flutterwing said, giving a small salute. Fluttershy smiled and gave her a small hug before trotting out the door. No sooner than it had closed, Flutterwing turned around, seeing all the critters, especially her squirrel friends, staring at her with a look of curiosity she’d never seen them have before.
“Uh...” started Flutterwing, suddenly feeling uneasy.

***

“Thank you for joining us, Fluttershy. Please, have a seat.” said Petunia, pointing to an empty chair next to Anacrusis, whose head was bowed down in shame.
“So...what’s this all about?” asked Trey, as Petunia grabbed a small stack of notebook paper, a small, uncomfortable smile coming across her face. She handed them over to Fluttershy, as Trey gave her a confused look.
“This...story, shall we say...” started Petunia, unable to keep a calm demeanor. She fidgeted in her chair, almost as if she had ants in her pants...if she wore pants. “Is...definitely not school appropriate. I...he...showed it to me today, saying this is the story he and Twilight had been working on.”
“Oh...my...” said Fluttershy, starting to fidget herself. “I...here.” she finished, giving Trey the stack of papers. “I...I’m gonna go.” she said, promptly excusing herself. Her legs wobbled, almost as if they were made of jelly. Anacrusis hung his head even lower.
“That bad, huh...Was it my prepositions? Were my sentences not varied enough?” he asked, staring at Petunia, his eyes glazed.
“I...I’m not sure how to answer that. The writing was immaculate. The subject matter is...juicy. I mean...moist. Unsavory. That’s what I meant.” she said, fidgeting again as Trey started reading.

Stargaze, a young, orange pony with a bright blue mane, stood outside her door awaiting that lovely sound she had grown accustomed to. Canus Major, the constellation, adorned her flank, creating an almost perfect mirror image of the current night sky. A small, cool breeze swept past her, making her mane flow in the wind. She shut her eyes, listening closely for the silent clopping of his hooves.
“Your mane always did smell very nice.” a voice said behind her. She jumped, startled. She breathed a small sigh of relief upon seeing who it was.
“White Knight! You gave me a fright!” she said, putting one hoof over her heart. He, a white pony with a lustrous black mane, gently trotted over to her, giving her a small kiss on the cheek. She giggled, staring deep into his dark blue eyes.
“Sorry.” he stated, giving her a small mischievous smile. “Shall we?” he asked, pointing towards her front door.
“Yes. It’s been far too long.” she said, stepping into the hall.
“Indeed it has.” he added, closing the door behind him. “It’s been nearly a month. Surely your love for me hasn’t diminished?”
“Oh, of course not, darling!” she said, turning to face him. “Quite the contrary.” she finished, throwing herself upon him in a passionate embrace, small, silent sobs wetting his neck. He gently smiled. “I’ve missed you...”
“I’ve missed you too, dear. I’ve missed you too.”
Stargaze broke the embrace, looking back at him with her glazed, bleary eyes. She gave him a genuinely happy smile before tenderly giving him a small, passionate kiss. He closed his eyes, leaning into her, as they gently trotted towards the bedroom. The closer they got, the more hurried and frantic their pace became, as their loving embrace soon turned to a lustful fervor. White Knight hastily kicked the door closed behind him as they both fell on the bed, laughing a small amount. Stargaze gave him a small, naughty smirk as she undid his tie, kissing her way down his neck. She gently rubbed her hooves along his side, a small, tender caress that sent chills down his spine. White Knight wasted no time, however, as he continued giving her what was now a sloppy affair, gently sliding his free hoof up her inner thigh, gently touching her-

“WHAT???” shouted Trey, confused.
“Sorry.” said Anacrusis, softly.
“You see what I mean, Trey?” asked Petunia, who had begun sweating a little bit.
“Yes. Well written indeed.”
“And the subject matter.”
“Oh, of course. Inappropriate. Anacrusis...” he said, turning his attention towards his son, who was cowering in anticipation. “Where did you learn about this? This doesn’t get taught until later this year.”
“I saw it on TV.”
“...uh...”
“Oh, Sweet Celestia...” said Petunia, facehoofing.
“What channel?”
“NeighBC. It was late, I couldn’t sleep, and I was bored.”
“Oh, no...Oh, no no no no no...” said Trey, shaking his head in rapid succession.
“Looks like the rest is up to you now, Trey.” said Petunia. “Now if you excuse me, I have homework to be grading.” she said, shooing them away.
“Can I have my story back?” asked Anacrusis, hoping to catch his grammatical errors.
“Perhaps tomorrow. In the meantime, go home and think about what you’ve done.”
“Was it my misspellings?”
“Out.” she huffed. Trey rolled his eyes, trotting out the door, Anacrusis in tow. He shut the door behind him. Through the little window he could see Petunia reading through his story with small, shallow breaths.
“Come on. Let’s go home.”
“Am I in trouble?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well...we’re definitely going to have to have a little talk. I’ll explain more at home. After dinner. With Mom.”

***
“He wrote THAT?”
“Flutterheart, calm down.”
“Where has he been learning this? The school board isn’t supposed to teach that yet! What if he’s hanging out with the wrong gang? What if-”
“Honey, listen. It’s no big deal, he just saw some late night TV programming-”
“OH NO! NOT THOSE! NOT THOSE! Those are so ghastly and dirty! Oh, no, Anacrusis is going to grow up to be a deviant!”
“Honey, please calm down. He doesn’t know what any of it is. He just wrote it based off what he saw.”
“Oh. What do we do?”
“Well, clearly it’s time to give our kids the talk.”
“You mean...”
“Yes. The birds and bees.” he said.
“No, not you, Buzzy.” said Fluttershy, shooing away one of the honeybees. She sighed, shaking her head. “I guess...how? How do we even do this?”
“There’s not exactly an instruction manual for this.”
“Maybe Twilight has one?”
“No, but I’ll need to talk to her later as well.”
“Why?”
“Just...stuff. Let’s just hope this isn’t as awkward as when my mother explained it to me.”
“...what happened?”
“I’m not entirely sure, but I have a deep phobia of goats, taffy, and maple syrup in close vicinity.”
“I...ok...”
“Anacrusis, Flutterwing, come here please.” said Trey. They came trotting into the living room.
“What’s going on, Daddy?” asked Flutterwing.
“You’ll see. Just uh...take a seat. We need to talk about a few things.”
“OK!” she said, hopping on the couch. Anacrusis followed suit, the only one with any sort of idea of what was coming.
“You see, kids...” started Fluttershy. “We need to talk to you about...um...about your...You see, when two ponies...they...oh, Sweet Celestia this is harder than it seemed.” she said, blushing, as the kids looked on in confusion.
“You see, kids, we’re here to talk about...the birds and bees.”
“Mr. Buzzy?” asked Flutterwing.
“No...” Trey facehoofed. “I...Ok. We’re here to talk about the changes going on in your body!”
“Oh. You mean, like, growing?”
“Exactly! Growth spurts! And um...Shouldn’t we talk to them separately about this?”
“I have no idea. Can’t we say everything in front of them?” asked Fluttershy, blushing even harder.
“Uh...well...”
“Are you gonna start talking about penis?” asked Flutterwing, just as innocently as could be. Trey, Fluttershy, and Anacrusis stared at her.
“Oh, Sweet Celestia...” said Trey, burying his head in his hooves. “Oh, good God this is going to be difficult...”
“How about we just take them separately, dear?” asked Fluttershy, seeing the potential problems. “It will give us some girl time.”
“Why do you need girl time right now? Oh. Right.”
“I don’t get it.” said Anacrusis.
“Not to worry, son,” started Trey, “Just come with me to your room.”
“Am I in trouble?”
“Oh Good God, no.
“Alright.” he said, as they all went to their respective rooms with their respective parents.
“So you see, son...” started Trey. “tell me what you saw, then I can put some context to it.”
“Well, first there was a lot of kissing. Then the mare-I think her name was Sausage Destroyer-started roaming her hoof around between his legs, touching his penis until it got hard. Like it does when Cherry kisses me. Then she put it in her mouth, and then-”
“WOAH THERE! Ok, son, let’s-”
“And then three other Stallions came in and they were all hard between the legs, too...”
“Oh, Sweet Celestia...”
“Then they all peed some strange white fluid on her face. I think they all had some strange infection.”
“Ok...oh, dear lord, where do I even begin? Ok...so...your peepee is called a penis.”
“I thought it was called a cock. That’s what they called it.”
“That’s a slang term you should never say around your mother. Now, when a stallion gets older he starts experiencing sexual feelings towards other ponies, much like you seem to feel for Cherry.”
“When do they scream out for other stallions to ram them like the dirty sluts they are?”
“Oh good God. Forget what you saw on the TV. None of that is real.”
“Ok.”
Trey scooted closer to Anacrusis, giving his son a side hug. “Look, Son, you’re going to learn about this more in school, but this is part of the process through which babies are made. When you’re excited, blood will rush down there and it will get erect. Then you’re supposed to make love to someone you love and care about, and about a year later, foals pop out!”
“Huh. What about the white stuff?”
“Oh. That’s semen. When you make love for a certain amount of time, it comes out. It’s what gets a girl pregnant.”
“So then why did she swallow it?”
“Oh, boy. How about I just give you a book about this?”
“Oh. Sure.”
“Good Stallion. This has been probably one of the most awkward conversations I’ve ever had.”
“I don’t really feel like I learned much.”
“You’ll understand when you’re a parent.”
“Uh huh. Hey, Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“Am I in trouble for writing that story?”
“No, but please don’t do it again.”
“Oh. Ok. Is it bad?”
“Well...it’s not a subject matter for schools, that’s for sure.”
“Oh. Is it a taboo?”
“Well...sex and sexual feelings are a somewhat natural part of being equine. It’s just not a very comfortable thing to discuss, since it’s a private affair.”
“Oh. Sort of like a relationship status?”
“Sure.”
“Alright. I think I get it. I’ll just stick to writing my other stuff.”
“Good idea. Did you have any other questions?”
“Yeah, but i think I’ll let the book answer them.”
“Yeah...this isn’t a conversation you plan for as a parent.”
“I’m sure.”
“Well...I’m going to go check on Flutterwing.” said Trey, hugging his son tight before trotting towards the door. “Oh, and Anacrusis?”
“Yes, Dad?”
“Don’t talk about what you saw on the tv...and for the love of God, please don’t do any of that with Cherry.”
“Sure thing.” said Anacrusis, fidgeting. Trey gave him a gentle smile and headed towards Flutterwing’s room. He poked his head in.
“You got everything in here?”
“Uh huh. I think we’re just about finished!”
“Oh, good! I just finished with Anacrusis, so I think we’re all set.”
“Good. I’ll get started on dinner.” said Fluttershy. Flutterwing, who looked to be in tears, galloped over to Trey, hugging his front legs.
“DADDY! I DON’T WANT TO BLEED!!!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. Trey facehoofed and sighed.

III

“This next part’s...uh...I’m a little apprehensive about sharing this.” said Trey, looking over the next few entries. “It’s...detailed. And atypical of me...”

“Whatever you want to do is fine...” said Fluttershy, trying to let him know it was alright. She was very curious about him. Some things in there she’d never heard of...but she was also extremely eager to get to the part when he first met her. All in good time, she thought.

“I know I need to, but I don’t want to.” he said, lowering his head.

“...do you just want me to read it myself?”

“I...yes. But...don’t comment on it. I’m not proud of that part of my life.”

“Trey...I could never judge you.”

“Thanks.” Trey said, wiping a tear from his eye that had sprung out of fear. He was always worried something he’d do would threaten or compromise a relationship. When somepony as perfect as her was on the line, well...he couldn’t risk it. He reached out and hugged her tight, before handing her the journal. He opened it to the right page, and she began reading silently.

3-21-11

I messed up. (What’s new?) Over spring break, Lilly, my sister, decided to go to a beach. It’s her senior year, so she got to pick where we went. I hate the beach. Anyways, I somehow managed to find an unopened condom. You can see where this is going. Last night, Fleur and I met up. We haven’t seen each other in a while. Long story short, I wound up putting the condom on and penetrating her. It was great...but now all those second thoughts I decided to detain are flooding me. Should I have done it? Was it love or lust? Something makes me wish I hadn’t done it. The other part says that it was fine. Whatever the case, I messed up trying to be the one college colt not having sex. At least I won’t drink. I feel like I betrayed myself. Granted, I let Fleur make the decision, but I still feel like the last shred of dignity I had left went away, never to return again. At the time, we both said we wouldn’t/didn’t regret it, but I kinda do. I don’t regret doing it with her, I just regret doing it. We haven’t even hit 6 months yet. I dislike myself right now. Yet ironically, the only thing that will make it go away is more. Same with everything sexual. All I know is I love Fleur. And if that’s how I show her just how much, that’s fine. I think we’ll maybe keep sex at a low frequency. Then again, we said that for everything else, and we do that constantly.

Screwing up and screwing down,

Trey

4-2-11

It finally happened. She broke up with me. She felt like she “Wasn’t doing this relationship justice” and was doing things all for herself. (Totally true). So, in order to feel less bad about it, she broke up so she wouldn’t have to worry as much about it. She said I did nothing wrong, but I’m going to blame myself anyway. I want to cut...but I won’t. I just feel like everything we did was a lie. It wasn’t, but my distorted views on the matter lead me to believe that in the end, it didn’t matter. We didn’t hit 6 months, much less our minimum goal of 2 1/2 years. And breaking up on April Foal’s Day? Sigh...and I took her virginity, something that wasn’t mine to take yet. There are just so many things going on right now, I just can’t explain. She’s my first love. I’ll always love her. I can only hope that we’ll get back together later, after her little spree is done. This was horribly unfair. She was so excited to get our 1 year anniversary...and in the end we didn’t get half of that. I told her to hang on another week...but she said no. I think I’m going to go cry in the shower.

Missing her mostest,

Trey

5-31-11

Things have gotten a little weird recently. Sorry for not writing.

So I talked to Picture Perfect, Fleur’s best friend, about our breakup. She really helped me through. She and I are fixing to date. Apparently Fleur’s fine with it. But with the way she’s been acting, I can’t tell. All the last few times we talked, she’s been mad, we both wound up yelling (which I NEVER do) and we both haven’t been the same since then. Picture and I both see the change. We’re both scared for her. I still love her though, and I know I shouldn’t. But I love Picture, too. At least I think I do. I’ve never really felt love until I lost it. How do I know I’m not trying to reassure myself? How do I know she’s not a rebound? I’ve broken all my standards after our breakup. I’ve solicited sex from Coltslist, had a threesome, and generally lost sight of my sexual morals after the taste of the forbidden fruit. I’m still beating myself up over that. I can’t forgive myself for it. We shared it, but we still broke up. FML.

Meanwhile, Picture Perfect is visiting in 10 days or so. We’re planning quite a few things while she’s down here, including visits to the riverwalk, stargazing, gratuitous amounts of sex...normal stuff for ponies not even technically dating yet. Sigh,,,what is wrong with me?

Wishing my life was easy,

Trey

7-13-11

Yeah, Picture and I had sex. I don’t think she’s a good dating fit for me though. I’ll have to tell her eventually. I just told her we need to take time to be friends before we could be anything else.

Fleur’s now dating Hoofstrong. She met him at Camp Summit over Spring Break. She fell for him while we were dating, and now they;re dating, doing the long distance thing she swore to me she would never do. Freaking wonderful. She wanted me to be completely honest with her, yet she refused to be honest with me. Pretty bad deal if you ask me.

So I met Mail Colt, my birthfather yesterday. He was quite excited to hear from me. To meet me was his wet dream practically. He’s actually a really nice guy. I never knew how annoying my overgiving trait was until I was confronted with it though. We played a frame of bowling, several games of pool, air hockey, etc. Then he tried to buy 5 tickets (Him, his gf, me, my mom and my dad) to the movie. Had to return 3, since we already bought some for our family. Then, he bought a large drink and medium popcorn for me for the movie. He’s a generous guy, but I feel he was trying to compensate because he feels like he was a bad father for giving me up for adoption. He felt like I wouldn’t like him as-is, so he tried buying my affection. I don’t know. Maybe that’s just me though. Anyways, I’d better get to bed.

Glad to meet his birthfather,

Trey

“I didn’t know you were adopted...” said Fluttershy, pinning her ears back. Did that bother her?

“I can’t believe I never told you. But yeah.”

“I’m sorry...that must be tough...”

Trey raised an eyebrow. “No, no, I’ve known since birth, so it’s really not a big deal.”

“But...did your mom not love you?”

Trey knew that question was bound to come up. Ponies in middle school always used it to torture him. Adults could understand the truth.

“No, she did. She knew that she had terrible living circumstances. Nopony in her family went to college. She dropped out of high school because she was pregnant, and ran away from home at 16. She didn’t want me to have that lifestyle, so she gave me up for adoption to give me the life I have now. 21 months later, my sister was born, and she was adopted into our family as well. She’s doing pretty well herself.”

“But...it doesn’t bother you?”

“Flutterheart...if I wasn’t adopted, I wouldn’t have met you.” he said, smiling at her. “So don’t feel sorry. I know I don’t.” he added, giving her a peck on the cheek.

“Oh...ok then.” she said, smiling, returning to reading.

8-11-11

So my sister’s birthday is tomorrow and I totally forgot to get her something. So, I’m heading out early tomorrow to get her stuff. I’ve been really scatterbrained recently.

Band camp starts the 20th, so I’m excited.

Excited,

Trey

10-24-11

Happy belated birthday to me. On to business.

Classes this year are really tough, Making me rethink about being a music major.

Your favorite erotophobe’s been thinking about sex again. What’s wrong with me? Why do I hate it so much? Everypony else loves it. Why am I the only pony, especially male, that hates sex?

It’s not even sex, really. It’s the invasiveness. Just invading. I know I’ve harped on this point before, many times, but it’s just getting to me for some reason. I just don’t feel right. I’m in college. I don’t drink, do drugs...hate it all. I’m the worst college student ever. Just...it seems 5 words have been an entire theme for my life; What is wrong with me? Sigh...why can’t I be normal in the things that matter?

On happier notes, Canterlot upset No. 3 Manehatten, on the road. Huge win. My composition is now in concert halls nation wide. Still not sure why it’s going over so well.

What is wrong with me?

Trey

11-6-11

Canterlot’s starting to suck. Dropped quite a few games in a row. Might not make a bowl this year. Band wins, though.

I’m still tremendously lonely. What else is new? I can write good romance fics, why can’t I do the same in real life? I have a spare ticket to a huge concert coming up. My parents gave me two for my birthday. Need to find a date, really, for maximum enjoyment.

I’m such an old soul, though. Modern dating is lost on me. Gone are the days where prose could woo a mare. In are the days where beer and drugs gets you “love”. No longer can you go an extra mile without being a stalker. Us romantics, especially hopeless ones like me, are doomed to persist. It’s strange...not even sure how I’m an old soul romantically. None of my mannerisms were consciously learned. Where did I pick up on it?

I know there’s a strange confliction with me claiming erotophobia and the amount of sex I’ve had. I still browse Coltslist to see what’s there. But after I finish, so to speak, I realize how much I could never do that stuff.

Romantics like love. Love and sex are supposed to be irrevocably tied. Ever since the sexual revolution, nothing’s been right. For the few truly old souls...we’re disappointed. I am, anyway. Sex used to be a wonderful thing. Now, it’s just...spit on and misused. I’ve tried sex, and I honestly can’t see why the hell it’s so amazing. I’ve had a threesome, and I’m still not convinced. Maybe I’m waiting for that special mare. Screw it. I AM waiting for that special mare. I just wish she’d come along sooner. I may have to take a risk, though. Maybe this is my mental depravity from a slight absence in medication doses, but I’m so God damn lonely. It’s hardest for me compared to most since I’m already socially awkward, I have a learning disability which prohibits me from understanding some social situations, which is a severe handicap with mares, since they speak in riddles anyway. Oh well. I’ve never truly deserved such affection. It’d just be nice.

Hopelessly romantic,

Trey

12-1-11

Canterlot didn’t make a bowl this year...snapped an 18 year bowl streak to my sister’s college, the first year they’ve beat us since 1995. Hugely disappointing. Band wins, ponies live on.

So, my recreational romance fics have caught a bit of attention for whatever reason. Anyways, I have to say, even though I have success writing romance novellas, (Not to exclude writing in general) I realize just how lonely I am. I’ve had so much time alone that I can perfect these novellas. Yet, I haven’t done half the stuff my characters have. I’m a hopeless romantic, it seems. I can write perfect ideas and novellas, but the modern society just doesn’t work with me. Mares these days aren’t the same. My sense of romance, with poems, love letters, and other assorted physical gestures, including my strange fascination with aesthetics. I’d probably mix my 2 most obsessive qualities, physical contact, and obsessive admiration, and it would seem creepy to this generation. Only from afar can I marvel in the aesthetic model that is the modern mare. Admiring too little makes me seem artificial, like admiring superficial beauty. Admiring too much makes me a creeper. I can never find a balance. Seems the mare in my novel is the exact model of what I desire in a mare. Shy, soft, old fashioned, kind, patient, gentle, loving, outspoken, and, despite her role in the book, a background character. I admire beauty, but I obsess over, more specifically, unnoticed beauty. If given the choice between a gorgeous, popular mare and a shy, relatively unknown cute mare, I’ll pick the unknown cutie. Maybe that spawn from my “Knight in shining armor” approach to love. Maybe I want to help somepony discover their beauty.

I need to get to bed.

Needing a mare,

Trey

“That’s about the worst of it. We’d better call it good for tonight. The next entries start getting to where I meet you. Thanks for being patient through the first part.” said Trey, looking slightly away from Fluttershy, still slightly afraid to look at her. Fluttershy put the journal down, not saying anything, instead opting to pull Trey in to a tight hug. Trey returned this affection. He...was accepted. Even when she was faced with his past he wasn’t quite proud of, she didn’t run away. That’s all he’d ever asked for.

“I love you, Trey. Don’t ever forget that.” she said, hugging him tighter.

“I love you more, Fluttershy. Don’t ever forget that.” he said, kissing her. He put the journals away and the both of them laid in bed, staring into each other’s eyes. Fluttershy’s eyes...perfect. Trey hesitated to turn the lights off, knowing those eyes would disappear.

“Is something wrong?” asked Fluttershy.

“Nope. You’re just beautiful.” he said, kissing her.

Fluttershy blushed. Trey loved it when she did that.

VII

8-22-12

Well, today was...interesting. Seems like that’s all my life has been recently. Whilst heading off to Fluttershy’s today, I found her outside, dillydallying, almost as if she was waiting for me. The minute she saw me, she trotted up, happily, completely upbeat. After asking her what she wanted to do, she told me that she didn’t care, as long as she was with me. I’m not sure if she meant to say that or it was a slip, but it made me feel good regardless. Anyway, we decided to get lunch before heading out to the movie. Since we had a bit of time, I asked her if she’d ever heard of Frisbee. I was surprised when she said no, so we went back to my place and I gave her the basics.

She still needs a lot of practice, because she wound up hitting me in the eye with it before we even left my house. After much apologizing, we decided to go back to her place, so she could bandage me up. For a bruise. A little much simply for a bruise, but, hey, I couldn’t resist an opportunity for her to possibly touch me. She just looked so cute when she was worried about me, as well. After that was done, we wound up talking for several hours before I decided I’d best go, avoiding being a terrible house guest and all. She seemed sad, so I pretended to look at my watch and stayed another hour, simply because I like her that much. After I couldn’t hold the yawn back any more, she let me go. But not in the normal fashion.

This next part I’m still finding hard to believe. After hanging out at her door debating not to leave, she apologized for the injury. I told her it was fine. Then, out of nowhere...she kissed my cheek, saying “All better” before giving me that smile that melts my heart. Yes...she kissed my cheek...before closing the door quickly, wishing me a good night. I stood there for a while, trying to gather what happened, before I apparently headed home. I don’t remember the trip at all.

All I’ve ever asked for in life was some physical contact, and she gave it to me, in the most...dare I say, sensual? way possible. Yet, my mind wants to detract from it by telling me that it was simply a mommy kiss for the injury, that it meant nothing...but tonight...it did mean something. It meant something to me, anyway. Just the thought of those soft, supple lips against my cheek just makes me lose it. I’ve lost myself for her, I can feel it. I’m starting to think that my like for her has grown into something more...but I’m not going to jump the gun just yet. Though...I...I just may love her. I probably shot myself in the hoof by saying that, but...I think I love her.

I’m heading off to bed. Tonight, I think I’ll let Fluttershy carry me away into my dream world. Not like she hasn’t caused any daydreams.

Dreaming of Fluttershy,

Trey

“That’s sweet...” said Fluttershy, smiling at him. “I know what happens next, though.”

“Well I mean, we lived it.” said Trey. He didn’t seem too emotionally charged after reading some of his diaries to her. He was scared she’d run away, once again.

“I know.” she said, scooting closer to him. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t live it again.”

Trey looked at her, a small smile making its appearance. Fluttershy then kissed him passionately, feeling his lips continue the smile.

“But since you know what happens next, why not tell it yourself? from your point of view?”

“Oh...well...ok! ” she said, smiling. It goes something like this...” she began.

“So I was waiting for Trey, the most handsome colt in all Equestria. Time seemed to tick by slowly, oh so slowly, while I waited. Eventually, he came by, and I was very happy. I was even happier when he told me that he came by to see me, and not for some errand. So we started talking and then he asked me an interesting question: ‘Do you like anypony in Ponyville?’

“I didn’t know exactly what to say to that, since I liked him, but was afraid to tell him. So I settled for saying yes, but that I didn’t think he liked me back. Then he surprised me by saying that he liked me...it’s like he knew I liked him. Then I hugged him and he kissed my forehead, which made the room feel that much hotter. I don’t like that way I’m telling this...”

“Fluttershy, you’re doing fine. There are some stories that are too good to be ruined. Trust me...you’re doing fine.” he said, reassuring her. Sure, her storytelling wasn’t top notch, but it was cute to see her tell it regardless.

“Oh...ok...anyways, I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but kindness and compassion...and his smile made me melt. I wanted to kiss him, but was scared to. I’ve never experienced that kind of emotion with anypony before and it made me feel awkward. I decided not to kiss him, since it was too risky and it might be weird. Anyways, when it was time for him to go, we stood outside my door again, where I made him stay longer than he should have, simply because I loved him. He told me he wanted to give me something, a gift, since I deserved it. I’ve never really been given much in my life, so I was excited. Then he told me he wanted it back and I got sad. But I closed my eyes and stuck out my hoof anyway. Suddenly, my lips felt warmer as I suddenly found myself in the envelope of a kiss. I could feel my face burning up as i blushed beyond control. Right as I was about to relax and kiss him back, he pulled away, telling me that he’d want it back later, before trotting off. I barely made it to my couch, my legs were so wobbly. I made up my mind that i would return the kiss later. I couldn’t wait to see him again. I had so many dreams with him in it...”

She stopped, tears forming in her eyes. “I was so happy.” she said, thrusting herself upon him, hugging him tight. Trey laughed to himself a bit, hugging her tight. Then, all according to plan, he kissed her forehead, feeling her warmth increase yet again.

XX: The very first day

6-4-13

We finally had the baby today.

***

“Alright, Fluttershy, I need you to push!” said Nurse Redheart, helping her along. Screams of pain and agony filled the room as Fluttershy attempted to force the newborn colt out.

“I see the head. Keep pushing!”

“What she said!” Trey exclaimed, trying to feel less useless.

Fluttershy clenched her teeth, pushing once again, the worst almost over. Nurse Redheart grabbed ahold of the newborn colt, gently pulling as Fluttershy did her best to ease things along. Eventually, the colt was squeezed out, and Nurse Redheart’s assistant wrapped him up in a towel, cutting the umbilical cord. She carried him off elsewhere, leaving Trey confused. Were they supposed to take babies out like that? Fluttershy just brought him into this world...now they were taking him out?

“Uh...” he began, confused.

“Don’t worry. We’ll bring him out to you in a few minutes.” said Nurse Redheart, smiling. “In the meantime, think of a name for your brand new baby colt!” she added, leaving the room. Fluttershy panted on the bed, half smiling, half out of it. Trey kissed her on the forehead.

“You did it.” he said, smiling. Fluttershy glanced over his direction, managing to speak between breaths.

“We...yeah...yay...”

Trey smiled. “You don’t have to talk.” he said, kissing her. Fluttershy nodded, her panting slowly returning to normal breathing.

“And here he is!” said Nurse Redheart, carrying in the newborn colt, wrapped in blankets. She brought him over to Fluttershy, placing him in her caring, loving arms. Fluttershy looked down at the newborn colt, which had his mother’s coat and his father’s mane. She nuzzled his nose with hers, as he yawned, his eyes shut tight.

“So, what will his name be?”

“Uh...” said Trey, thinking. His name...or a different one?

“Interesting choice of a name.” said Nurse Redheart, joking. Trey, panicking, shouted out the first thing on his mind.

“ANACRUSIS!” he blurted, almost yelling. Nurse Redheart gave him a strange glance, a small smile coming across her face.

“Anacrusis it is.” she said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” she said, smiling at them, closing the door on her way out.

Trey trotted over to Fluttershy, looking at Anacrusis, his newborn son.

“Do you want to hold him?” she asked, smiling at Trey. Trey nodded, extending his arms to hold him. Trey planted his rump on the floor, cradling Anacrusis, who’d managed to wiggle his arms out of the blanket. He opened his eyes at Trey, revealing a beautiful set of red eyes, much like his father’s. Trey couldn’t help but smile and nuzzle Anacrusis’ nose with his, small tears of happiness forming in his eyes.

“Alrighty! I’m going to place him in the nursery.” said Nurse Redheart, gently taking him from Trey before he realized what was happening. “He’ll be ready for you to take home later today.”

“But...” started Trey, his tears of happiness changing to tears of sadness as he watched him get carried away from him.

***

I say “we.” even though it was really Flutterheart that had him, but still. It was a team effort. Her doing all the work and me providing all the emotional support. Which, I must say, I did a pretty good job of.

I decided to name him Anacrusis, after myself. Of course, he’ll most likely stick by that name, since “Quatro” seems like an odd nickname. I guess Trey seems like an odd one, too.

The first time I held him, everything seemed right with the world. Any doubt or negativity seemed to dissipate as I held him. His warmth radiated from the blanket, onto my arms. I know it seems trivial, but when he opened his eyes at me, I saw...myself, really. He has my color eyes, my mane, and...I was happy...I’ve never been so happy in anything related to myself, but just seeing him made me more than ecstatic.

But, of course, as soon as I was getting happy, he got wisked away from me for a little bit. I was sad, but we got to take him home soon enough. Of course, he was tired, so he had to lay down for a nap...I just wanted to hold him. I know it sounds strange, but...I just wanted to hold him forever. It’s almost as if he’s a testament to everything I’ve overcome in life. He’s the result of my life decisions, and, well...it turned out to be beautiful.

Beautifully,

Trey

***

Anacrusis’ cries resounded about the cottage, waking Trey and Fluttershy up from a relatively peaceful sleep. Fluttershy groggily attempted to get out of bed, still aching from giving birth.

“I’ll get it.” said Trey, hurriedly jumping out of bed, dashing off at the speed of a tortoise towards Anacrusis’ room.

“Shh...it’s ok...everything’s alright.” said Trey, picking Anacrusis up, whose crying almost immediately ceased. Trey grabbed a bottle from nearby and put it in Anacrusis’ mouth, rocking him back and forth. Anacrusis gently sucked on the bottle, awkwardly grabbing it with his hooves while looking up at Trey.

“You know...you’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.” began Trey, talking to both himself and Anacrusis. “I know I may not be the most amazing pony out there. I may not have the coolest job. But I can honestly say that I have the best son out there.” he said, nuzzling Anacrusis. “One of these days you’re going to grow up big and strong, just like your old man. You’ll have a bunch of friends, be popular in school...”

Trey continued on as Fluttershy stood outside the door, listening in, a sense of wonder filling her heart and mind. Where did all these thoughts come from?

“...everything about you is perfect, really.” he continued, nearly rambling. “You have my eyes...your mother’s coat...my mane...and yet, you’re completely unique. You’re amazing, Anacrusis. Bandmaster Anacrusis the fourth. I gave you my name...I just hope I’m amazing enough for you to do it justice. I love you...” he continued. Trey gently rocked him back and forth for a bit longer before setting him back in the crib, fully asleep. Trey smiled to himself, trotting out of the door to see Fluttershy standing there, smiling. Trey lowered his head in embarrassment.

“I guess you heard that, huh...”

Fluttershy took a hoof to his chin, bringing it up to her level before quickly kissing him, embracing him in the envelopes of passion.

“You’re going to be a good father, Trey.”

Trey smiled. “I sure hope so.”

6-5-13

Got to hold Anacrusis again last night. Or early morning. Whichever it actually was. Once again, my woes and worries went away just experiencing the joy of holding your offspring. I’m not sure why it’s so..so...happy. Not sure why it brings me so much joy just to sit there and look into his face. Maybe I’m looking towards the future, which I hope is as bright as his smile. God has good things planned for him, I’m sure. Until then, I just need to be the best damn father I can be, much like my dad and his dad.

I just hope I do things right. I should probably drop by Twilight’s to borrow some books on parenting and whatnot. Just for extra assurance. Fluttershy’s doing her best to assure me that I’ll make a great parent. I believe her. I really do. But I want to seal the deal, so to speak. First born son. Gotta get everything right.

Fretting,

Trey

6-7-13

Well Anacrusis looks like he’s going to be some sort of marathon runner. Today, whilst trotting about, he attempted to sprint in the house. Of course, I was taking care of some work, watching him. Before I knew it, he sprinted and tripped under himself, crash landing against one of the cabinets. Of course he cried. But the worst part was that he started bleeding a little. Anacrusis and his first boo-boo. Flutterheart and I quickly took care of it, and Flutterheart sat on the couch, rocking him until he settled down.

In other news, I’m starting to think that Anacrusis may be a bit of a dependant child, as well. He always hangs around one of us (Excusing watching him always as a good parent). And sometimes, he’ll simply just snuggle against one of us until we pick him up and hold him. Sometimes he cries in the night simply because he wants one of us to hold him. I honestly can’t decide if I find this more adorable or heartwarming. Yes, foals need lots of attention regardless, but just the fact that he always puts himself in a position to get that attention is just plain awesome. Makes me wonder what kind of colt he’s going to grow up to be. He’s (hopefully) getting all the love and care he needs to be a colt of outstanding moral quality. I guess all we have left to do is keep it up.

Keeping it up,

Trey

XXXVI: Reliving the moments

“Are the kids asleep?” asked Trey, whispering.

“Why, yes! Why do you ask?” asked Fluttershy, cocking her head sideways.

“No reason. Hey, I got something to show you. Follow me!” he said, giving her a wink, trotting out the front door.

“Trey?” she called after him, closing the door. “Where are you going?”

“Over here!” she heard him call. She couldn’t see him however. “Hurry!”

“Trey? What’s going on?” she asked, trotting along the ground. She continued following his voice, up a hill, to a lonely tree overlooking Ponyville. Under the tree was a small basket filled with apples and other fruit. Some glasses of apple juice were laid there, too, glimmering in the light of a small candle. Fluttershy eyed it curiously. “Trey?”

Trey swooped down out of the air above her, scooping her up. She yelped out of unexpected motion, replacing that shrieking with laughter when she realized Trey was carrying her. She continued to giggle as he soared about the air, doing leaps and dives before she opened her wings, soaring about the air, too. Trey stopped, taking a hold of her hooves, staring deep into her eyes. Fluttershy blushed without smiling, pinning her ears back. She looked away. Trey smiled, instinctively taking one of his hooves away to tilt her head towards his. She blushed harder, a small smile coming across her lips, small tears glazing over her eyes.

“You alright?” he asked. She put one hoof over his lips, giving a small “Shh.” before staring deep into his eyes again. They slowly sank back to the ground, staring into each other’s eyes. Once they landed, Trey looked into her a little more, before giving her a slow, passionate kiss, feeling the warmth of her cheeks as she leaned backwards. He slowly pulled back, creating a little suction on her bottom lip, opening his eyes to see her smiling at him, a small trail of tears down her eyes.

“I’ve missed that.” she said, hurriedly pushing her face back into his, catching him off guard.

“Me, too.” he said, leaning back into her, tilting his head to the right. He stroked the side of her face, wiping away her tears of joy, nuzzling her nose as he pulled away. “Now, shall we?” he asked, motioning his head to the fruit. Fluttershy nodded and they both trotted over.

Trey held up an apple as Fluttershy nibbled on it from his hoof. She smiled at him.

“So, what’s the occasion?” she asked, sipping her juice.

“A beautiful mare needs no occasion. We just haven’t done something to ourselves in a while. We’ve been busy with Flutterwing and Anacrusis and I just thought we deserved a night to ourselves. You know...like old times. Oh...” he looked away, his ears dropping down, shuddering at that last phrase.

“We’re not old yet, silly!” she said, tilting his head towards her. “You’re only as old as you want to be. So...be young! Just be as old as your heart!”

“Flutterheart...” he said, stroking her face. “I love you...I love you so very much.”

“I love you, too, Trey. More than you will ever know.”

“Come here, you.” he said, grabbing a hold of her, leaning back against the tree, the both of them staring off into the night sky, enjoying the stars. Suddenly, a shooting star burst across the sky.

“Hurry, make a wish!” said Fluttershy, scooting closer into him. She waited a few seconds, pushing her cheeks into Trey’s, gazing up at the night sky. “What did you wish for?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t come true, now would it?”

“That’s why you wish for things that have already come true!”

“Oh? What did YOU wish for?” he asked, planting a kiss on her cheek.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me.” she said, giggling.

“Oh, alright. Only because I love you.”

Fluttershy giggled again. “I simply wished for this moment to last forever. Sitting out here under the stars with you, cuddling up next to you, away from life, away from any troubles I might have. It just seems like whenever I’m in your arms, you’re the only thing that matters...you’re the only thing I need to think about in that moment. I love you, so tremendously much, maybe even more than I did years ago, but sometimes, I imagine doing things just like this so I can get lost in all the good memories we’ve had...so you can make my heart flutter all over again.”

Trey sat there, silent, smiling, tears of joy down his face. He slowly hugged her, tightening his grip. “I love you.” he whispered in her ear.

“I love you, too, Trey.” she said, turning her head slightly to give him a powerful kiss, their noses rubbing against each other. He stroked her stomach as they continued gazing at the stars in silence.

“I’d be a lot worse off if I hadn’t met you, Trey.”

“I’d be a lot worse off if I hadn’t met YOU, Flutterheart.”

“I could stay in your arms forever.”

“I’d be glad to have you there forever.”

Fluttershy turned around, pushing him off of the tree and flat on his back. She looked down at him, slowly kissing him, her cheeks emanating heat. Trey wrapped his hooves around her neck, pulling her close to him, stroking her back to make the rest of her lie flat on top of him. He felt her heart flutter on top of his. He simply smiled and lost himself in her kisses.

***

“Why are you such a good husband?” she asked, as they trotted back in the house, towards their bedroom.

“Only because I have an equally excellent wife, of course.” he said, opening their bedroom door. Fluttershy gasped at the sight of rose petals on their floor and bed.

“How did you even have time for this? I thought...”

“Oh, no. This night is still young, Flutterheart.” he smiled, getting in bed, patting the spot next to him. She blushed, closing her door behind her.

“First...” she started “You never said what you wished for.”

“Years ago, I only wished for the perfect wife, true love, and two awesome foals for a wonderful life.”

Fluttershy smiled. “Did you get your wish?”

“No.”

“What?” she asked, pinning her ears back.

“I got much more than that. I wound up with you, Flutterwing, and Anacrusis. I gave fate the short end of the straw and came out ahead, I guess.”

Fluttershy blushed one last time before turning out the lights, making her way over to the bed. He quickly pulled her towards him, kissing her madly, his love for her limitless.

Flutterheart Diaries Christmas Special

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