You Are Brutally Shut Down By Best Pony

by Flutterpriest

Rating: teen
Tags: Other, Random, Human, Main 6, Anon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Alternate Universe
Length: 6390

Professing your feelings is a moment of fragility. The way your crush responds is the difference between pure joy, mild disappointment, or soul crushing pain. These stories emphasize the latter of those three.

Professing your feelings is a moment of fragility. The way your crush responds is the difference between pure joy, mild disappointment, or soul crushing pain.

These stories emphasize the latter of those three.

An Archive of Shorts. Happy Valentines Day.

Published 2017-02-06 20:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-06 20:30:01 UTC

Octavia

Author's Note

This is a bunch of older content that I'm putting some polish on and throwing up. I hope yall find something to enjoy about it.

Octavia

Your head snaps to attention. What is that? What is that sound? Is that… Music? You look around at your environment, trying to find the source of the noise. Music is rare in Ponyville. Sure, ponies sing and hum from time to time but this is different. This is real, carefully composed music. Rising from your seat outside Sugarcube Corner, you follow your ears toward the source.

After a few short moments, you find what you’ve been looking for. Standing on the corner, playing for tips, is a gray earth pony with a long dark mane playing a large stand up instrument. Her eyes are closed and her expression is stern. She’s lost in the art of her craft.

You take a moment to wonder to yourself if that is a bass or a cello? You've never known anything about music; just what you like and don't like. This, by far, was the most relaxing and peaceful you've ever heard.

With one gentle held note, she brings her song to a close and you clap. She turns her attention to the one-man audience in a mild shock

"That... was amazing," you say, your voice enthusiastic

"Thank you," she says flatly, turning her head away. She flips her sheet music to another page and brings her bow to the strings once more. You bite your lip and take another step closer.

"Uh, my name is Anon,” you say, introducing yourself.

She turns her head to you, her expression stoic.

"A pleasure.”

The earth pony continues to play her soul into the instrument. To be fair, you didn’t really have anything planned for today, so you decide to find a park bench nearby, sit down, and watch.

To your surprise, the other ponies in town don’t share the same sense of wonder towards the mare’s music. A few ponies listen as they pass by, and a few children ask their parents if they can toss a few bits into the mare’s case. However, for you, the hours pass like seconds. You're taken on a rollercoaster of a journey as her music swells in strength, or falls to a whisper. The music speeds up and slows down, becomes a flurry of notes or decides to stay simple, calm. You’ve never seen music performed like this before. And you can’t help but notice… well… how beautiful her eyes are.

You begin to feel a slight tickle rise up in your chest. There's something, different, about this mare... She has a passion in her eyes that holds you captive in her song. A grace in her movement that hypnotizes you. And a way she sighs, especially right after a particularly melancholy song, a song that grabs the inside of your chest like a soldier around his sword and forces you to feel every bittersweet misfortune that the song told. You want to hold her. And tell her she doesn’t have to hurt anymore.

Slowly the sun begins to creep lower in the sky and she finishes her final song. You clap and rise to your feet. She casts you another glance and returns to packing her things up without a word.

"That was some of the most beautiful music I've ever heard," you say, putting it lightly.

"Thanks."

"Do you play professionally? You have an amazing talent."

"Yeah. I play with a traveling symphony," she says, locking her case and rising to her hooves.

"Well that's cool. I didn't get your name earlier," you say as she begins to trot away.

She turns to face you, an eyebrow raised.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Well, maybe I could take you out to dinner... and we can get to know each other better?"

Then, for just a second, you see a lonely expression carved into her face. Then her features contort. She turns to away and releases that painful sigh one more time.

"I'm sorry... I just don't date when I'm on the road. I don't want to get weighed down or too attached."

Your heart clenches.

"Oh... I see, well."

Before you can finish, she walks off, taking away the beauty of music with her.

"I wish I at least knew your name..."

Harshwhinny

"Everything needs to be perfect, Anonymous," she barks for the fifth time. "After all of the mishaps after the last Equestria Games, we simply cannot afford any more mistakes to be made."

"Right, right. I got it," you reply to Ms. Harshwhinny, doing your best to keep your temper.

Work was never easy, but it always paid well. Being an assistant really wasn't too bad. You were hired on to do paperwork for Ms. Harshwhinny since she usually overworks herself to death. When you got the job, you certainly didn't expect for her to be so... abrasive. They certainly weren't joking when they said she is a certified workhorse. However, you can't help wondering if she's really like this all the time.

"When does it need to be done?" you ask, scribbling down some last notes while sitting in her office.

"I would like for it to be done by tomorrow morning,"

Your eyes rise from the paper and sigh.

"It's already 5," you ask lightly.

She looks at you sternly.

"Yes. And?"

"Well, uh."

"If you say 'Uh' one more time, Anonymous, I will try to find an assistant who can properly struture their sentences," she snaps back at you. "Spit it out."

There's no way she can be this prickly all the time, right? Maybe it would be worth trying to spend time with her outside of the work environment. Maybe getting to know each other better could make this not so... well, difficult.

"Sorry," you begin. "I was just wondering if you would like to get drinks after work today. I mean, it is Friday, and we were able to complete a big project today. It seemed like a good fit. Why not take a weekend to relax?"

A silence falls over the room as you stare at the mare expecting an answer. A flicker of expressions forms across her features. Shock. Then flattery. Then pain. And then... Her brow furrows, she grits her teeth, and releases a controlled breath, shaking her head.

A knife pierces the middle of your throat as you wait for a reply. Maybe this was a mistake. All you wanted to do was see her nicer side. It has to be somewhere inside her.

"Are you serious, Anonymous?" she asks, her voice full of judgment and skepticism.

You stand up straight and stick to your guns.

"Yes. I want to get to know you better."

She shakes her head and sighs.

"I want you to leave this room, and never speak of this conversation again. You are lucky I don't fire you on the spot," she dictates.

Your stomach drops as you stare at her. You remain frozen in place as the world stops spinning. Well, you suppose you did see this as a possible option. Just, you really wanted to believe that it would be... different.

"Didn't you hear me? Leave my office immediately."

"Y-yes, Ms. Harshwhinny," you mutter as you turn and walk out of your boss's office, closing the door behind you.

Well, so much for that. But, you suppose you can't win them all. At least you tried.

Ms. Harshwhinny sighed to herself after the door closed and looked down to her desk of papers. She raised a hoof to her forehead and rubbed her temple.

"These are the sacrifices we make for a strong career," she whispered to herself.

She rose from her desk and moved to the window, watching the human walk out of the building, hands shoved into his pockets. She forced herself to put on a weak smile, in case somepony walking on the street casually glanced up at her window.

"Plus," she said to herself. "You'll be happier with some other mare."

Pinkie Pie

It's a dreary, rainy day. Ponies gallop across town, trying to find shelter from the harsh elements. But you walk along the roads of the little town as happy as can be undery your umbrella. You're on your way to the bakery, since on a cold, rainy day like this, a muffin and a cup of coffee sounds marvelous.

Plus... well. Maybe the bakery will be a bit empty. And if it is, maybe you can finally work up the courage to...

No. Stop. One-step at a time, Anon. Don't get your hopes up.

However, it's hard not to think about it sometimes. That kind mare behind the counter, Pinkie Pie, never fails to brighten your day with her optimistic attitude. The two of you would engage in pun wars when the store was quiet, and she always invited you to her many different parties. If you had a best friend in Equestria, you'd have to say it was her. It felt like the two of you went together like bread and butter.

As you press into the near-empty bakery, an involuntary smile forms on your face.

"Nonny! Thank goodness. I was sooooo boooreeeddd," she cries out, lying on the counter on her back. "Why are you upside down? I don't think it's healthy to walk on the ceiling, Anon. You should get checked."

"Why aren't you right side up?" you chuckle. "I just thought I'd come check out my favorite mare! I figured you could use some company on a day like today."

Pinkie rolls off the counter and back behind the register as her ears perk and her lips curl into a wide smile

"Ooookay! Want anything? It's on the house! There's no way we are going to sell all of these today. So, since we'll just have to throw out most of it, might as well give it away." Pinkie says.

"That's awful generous of you, Pinks. But maybe later," you reply. "Hey, if the bakery is gonna be that slow, why don't you just close up shop? We can hang out or somethin'. It's not like you'll be doing much."

"Oh! I don't have a problem running the store. It's no big deal! I love working the register. Mr and Mrs Cake wasn't even sure if they should open today, but once I came in I was sure to tell them that not even a little rain can stop us from selling treats! Except. Now I'm giving them away free to you. So all in all it sort of seems counterproductive. Oh well! Life's too short to sweat the small things like profit margins."

"Oh, I getcha," you reply, leaning on the counter. "Well, in that case, whatcha doin after work?"

Pinkie Pie pauses and ponders the possibility of her particular evening. She takes a moment to stroke an imaginary beard as she thinks to herself.

"Eh. I dunno. Probably going to talk to Rarity as she tries to focus on her work. She loves when I do that!"

"Oh, well that's cool." you reply, looking away. That's weird. Sure, you haven't just came out and said something yet, but you'd think the way you're asking if she wants to do things with you would be all of the subtle clues she'd need in order to get what you're asking. On the other hand, this is also Pinkie Pie we're talking about. She isn't necessarily known for picking up on subtle clues.

"Why?" she asks, picking up on your disappointment. You turn back to her, scratching the back of your head in nervousness. Well. It's now or never, Anon.

"Well, uh. I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner tonight."

Pinkie gasps and smiles.

"Dinner with my best, bestest, bestie? Of COURSE! Ooohh! It'll be so fun! We could make it a big group outing! And we should invite Twilight, and Rarity... ooh. Rainbow would like it too-"

"Well, I mean like a date," you blurt out.

She pauses and looks back to you, her face blank.

"You know with just you... and I," you add, words vomiting out of your mouth.

Then, it feels as if the world stops. Pinkie just... isn't reacting. Did you say something wrong? Did you spit on her face or something? Why isn't she saying anything. She just studies you closer and closer.

Then, slowly, a smile creeps onto Pinkie's face. You feel your spirits lift. Her smile starts to show teeth, and you stand up straighter, feeling a swell of confidence within you. A snicker escapes her lips. You did it! You've actually managed to get a date.

Then, her laugh evolves to an uproarious laughter. You feel as if you were struck in the back with a baseball bat. Why? Why is she laughing?

"Oh, good one, Anon. You're always the best at deadpan humor."

A chill flows through you, as you feel the need to sit down, to collapse. Your legs feel as if they've turned to jelly as you turn on the spot, just trying to hold yourself together.

"Wait, were you serious? Anon?" Pinkie asks.

"Nah. Forget it," you say, moving back to the front door, and out into the rain. This time, deciding not to use your umbrella.

Tom the Rock

Okay, Anon. You got this. Don't chicken out. You've dreamed of this moment. You've worked so hard for this moment. You've taken casual strolls every day to see him and strike up casual conversation. You even gave him a pet name. Sure, you don't usually go for guys, but you'll make an exception. For him.

You walk towards him as he leans under the shade of a tree, staring out into the distance. He looks so cool when he's deep in thought. It only wants to make you find what's hiding beneath that hard exterior.

"Hey," you say to him.

But there's no response. He doesn't even look your way. Small talk won't work with him. You need to assert yourself. Just say it. Get it out of the way. You'll feel better when you do.

"W-would you go on a D-date with me?"

He remains resolute and silent. Sorry, did I say you'd feel better? I lied. You're going to feel awful. Now you feel awful.

"W-well?"

Your senpai remains quiet as you quiver in nervousness.

"T-tom? Say something."

His chiseled form glistens in the sunlight.

"A-anything..."

He doesn't even look you in the eyes.

"Ok... I get it.... I'm sorry I even said anything."

You turn away from him, tears forming in your eyes as you slowly walk away. How? How could this happen? All the signs were there. You thought he loved you...

A grey pony with purple hair walks beside you as you walk away, tears streaming down your eyes.

"Anon," she begins, with a total lack of empathy. "I don't know how to tell you this, but he's a rock. He's a rock."

"You don't get it, Maud," you say to her, looking up to the sky. "He's more than just a rock."

Maud shakes her head.

"If you say he was a rock lobster, I'm going to seriously reconsider our friendship."

You grit your teeth, and shoot Maud a dirty look.

"How can you be making jokes at a time like this. What I was saying was he wasn't just a rock. He was my cornerstone."

Princess Celestia

"Sister, we simply cannot believe that after all these years, that you could not have found a possible significant other," Princess Luna says. "You have such beauty, such grace..."

Princess Celestia sits on her throne as her sister's attempts at small talk create an unsettled feeling in her stomach. Her eyes are focused on a nearby window, seeing the clouds pass by in Canterlot.

"I've said it before, Luna and I'll say it again. When I find somepony special, I'll make my feelings clear to them. Until that day I'm very busy ensuring that the citizens of Equestria are safe and happy," she calmly replies. "I can't allow myself to become distracted from what's really important. Keeping the peace and harmony of our lands."

The words "Even if it hurts me" sits on the edge of her tongue, but she swallows them. Celestia shakes her head and looks back to the Princess of the Night. Luna rolls her eyes and looks away from her.

"Well, what of some of the guards?" she asks. "A personal guard to escort you around the castle would be nice, would it not?"

"Luna, I would never mix work and play," Celestia replies. "You know this. And speaking of work, shouldn't we be seeing the next pony?"

"Why would you not mix them?" she asks.

"Why would you? Wait... Have you?"

"What if we have?" she answers with a smile.

Princess Celestia shakes her head and returns her gaze to the nearby window.

"I don't want to know."

"Well, what about some of the royalty we've met in our travels?" she asks. "There are many fine representatives of other lands. I'm sure it would also further the diplomacy of Equestria as well, unless you also consider that work."

Celestia shakes her head, trying to suppress a growl. Why wouldn't her sister just drop the subject already.

"I need somepony that's... simple. Somepony who doesn't need a lot in order to really be happy." she answers, his face forming in her mind. As much as she lied to herself, she knows exactly who she wants. There wasn't a doubt in her mind.

When she was alone, her mind constantly drifted to the human that visited her at least once a week, Anonymous.

At first it was for his odd arrival in the land of Equestria, but the two of them grew close. Except... she had no idea how anypony in Equestria would respond to an interracial relationship. It could have been different if, like Luna said, if it were to mix cultures and combine empires. Like, a male changeling with domain to merge two strong, independent empires. Thus, she's kept her feelings for the human to herself. And now her sister was unknowingly pouring salt into the wound.

"Well, how about that Anonymous hooman?" her sister asks innocently.

Celestia's form buckles as if she were suddenly struck by lightening. She gasps. That was the last thing she expected her sister to say. And if her sister found out...

"H-ha! You surely must be kidding, Luna," she replies, acid in her tone. "I may not have had somepony special in a long time... but Anonymous? He's not even a pony! How could I possibly love a human? There's nothing there, Luna. Nothing could possibly happen."

Luna remains silent as Celestia glares out the window. Was that good enough? Was that enough of a show? Will she drop the subject now?

"How could you even suggest such a ridiculous notion. Of all the-"

"Good Afternoon, Anonymous." Luna says harshly, cutting off Celestia. There, standing right before the throne was the human who just entered the throne room, holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

Celestia felt the wind escape her lungs as the human turned on the spot and walked out without a word.

Big Macintosh [Femanon]

You walk quietly through the Apple's orchard, admiring the way the sun bursts through the fruit filled trees. Yet, the prize you were looking for wasn't in a tree, but rather, should be kicking one. You hear the sound of the strong, practiced kick in the distance, and set course for him. Big Macintosh.

It’s been long enough. You’ve lived in this G rated world for months, and you can only read books and use the images in your mind for so long. The other side of the bed is cold at night. You want someone to laugh with… to cry with. You want someone to come home to. And, well. When you think of male companionship, he’s the only one who comes to mind.

You've tried to get his attention for weeks. Gentle touches, talking to him, laughing and smiling as much as possible around him, pet names. You’ve done the works. Perhaps some of it was kinda forced, but you just loved being around him. You've always had a thing for shy guys... but you couldn't take it any longer. No more ‘What if’s. No more second guessing. If he won’t make the first move, then you will.

You've worked yourself up all day for this moment. Confidence is key. Approaching his strong, crimson frame, you take a deep breath and reassure yourself one last time. There is no way he doesn't like you. You’ve got this

"Big Mac! How's it goin?" you ask cheerfully.

He looks up at you, and then returns to his work by heading to another tree.

"AJ's in the barn," he mutters.

Then, he’s back to silence. He’s always been a quiet one, but in some ways, that just makes you want to open him up even more.

"Okay, but, uh. I didn't come to see her," you reply, standing in front of him and holding your hands behind your back to tactically puff out your chest. What? Gotta flaunt what'cha got. Moreover, there’s no definitive proof that stallions don’t want some of this. You want some of this.

He grunts in response and, with a single fluid motion, bucks his tree with tremendous force. Oh. Wow. Those leg muscles. Uh. Did it just a little warmer outside?

"Well, uhm. When are you done working?" you ask curiously, rocking back and forth on the spot.

"Dunno. Round bed time?" he says, moving to another tree.

A silence falls between the two of you as he moves to another tree.

"Well, um. Instead of that, why don’t you take a break! You’re such a hard worker. What if we went to see a movie or something?" you ask meekly.

He moves to the next tree silently.

"Nope."

The simple word hits you like a slap to the face. Your arms fall limply to your sides.

"Heh. Y-yeah. Movies are dumb... but uhm. Food is good! How about dinner?" you say awkwardly. “Eating is a thing that people do. Together. Sometimes.”

"Nope," he replies.

You gulp and nod. Well, he’s gotta give you a reason. Or something. Maybe this is just a bad day.

"Right! Watching money. I understand, well maybe-"

"Femanon," he says firmly. You look up at him, your heart in your throat. "I have a hard enough time keeping the farm alive, let alone a relationship. I’m not interested. And I’d just be a jerk to you. Go home."

You open your mouth to speak, but close it as he turns away, off to another tree.

“Yeah, well. Fine. But you could have been a little more polite about it.”

Turning on the spot, you make tracks out of the orchard, leaving your heart behind.

Princess Cadance

The signs are all there. The private time alone with her. Her husband never being around. You've been spending a lot of time with Princess Cadance lately and even her guards are beginning to spread rumors. Nasty ones. The kind of rumors that get leaked to the press and ruin the public images of a person.

Is it really your fault if you wish the rumors were true.

You and Cadance. Every time you saw her perfect smile, your heart leapt in your throat and the world felt like a happier place to be in. You have to be somewhat honest with yourself. You'd probably get a crush on anypony who gave you the time of day, a compliment, and generally treated you nice. You're easy like a first grade spelling test. But... having a crush on a married mare? That's a new low. A guilty low. It's just something you'll have to swallow.

So, you're sitting in the Crystal Gardens, just like every other afternoon, to have lunch with the Princess. Yet, at the same time, you're wondering what you're even doing here. You're just going to hurt yourself. Or worse, hurt her.

And you know what? Today's fine if you hurt yourself. Because you can't live like this anymore. Hopefully you're reading the signs right. The princess trots merrily along the garden path until she spots you on your bench. You raise your arm and waive to her. She replies with a wide smile and quickens her trot.

"Hi, Anon!" she calls, as she moves toward you.

"Hey, Cadance. What's up?" you reply, trying to hide your nervousness.

"Oh, you know. Same old song and dance," she answers, sitting directly next to you with a wide smile. "You should have seen this couple I helped solidify today. They way they smiled when they held hooves for the first time... it was so precious."

"It must have been quite the sight," you replied, pulling out two boxes of homemade lunch for the two of you. You made it from scratch, which was more than what you had done previously. You felt like you had to after yesterday.

She made lunch for you yesterday. She, herself, made it. A Princess, who has a countless number of guards and servants to care for menial tasks like this. And she made it herself.

"Yeah... I kinda miss those old days. When everything felt magical and new..." she says with a sigh. "Oh well... What did you bring?"

You look at the box, with butterflies in your gut.

"You know what. No. I can't. I can't ignore the elephant in the room anymore."

She looks up at you as you set the boxed lunches aside. You turn to her and look straight into her sweet lavender eyes. Her features widen in shock, looking you up and down.

"What are you talking about, Anon?" she asks.

"I don't care. I have to say it. I can't stand it anymore. I've felt feelings for you for a long time and I think you have too. I want to make your life magical again," you say. "I've listened to how you complain. How bored you get. How much you still want and need out of life and I just..."

Cadance raises a hoof, cutting you off.

"Anon, I like you too. As a friend. Sure, we're compatible. There's no denying that. But I'm married... Surely we wouldn't let our feelings get in the way of our friendship... would we? Friends can still have feelings for each other and stay friends."

Your heart shatters as she gives you a weak smile.

"Right?"

You bite your lip and turn away, pausing in the path.

"Listen," she says. "If I wasn't... maybe it would be different. But I love him. And I would never leave him. I can't leave him. He means the world to me."

"Yeah, I'm sure," you growl. "Then this was just a waste of-"

As you cut yourself off, Cadance rises to her hooves.

"Then, what?" she says. "You're going to end our friendship just because you want something I can't give?"

A pang of guilt strikes your back like a knife pierces you. You turn on the spot back to her.

"Well, I'm sorry if I don't feel like I've been lied to then. I thought I had a good friend. But if now I've just been a waste of your time, then I see how it really is. Get out."

Author's Note

Turning down people doesn't just hurt one person.

Vinyl Scratch

The roaring beat of the nightclub pounded through the night air for hours and hours, but it had to die down eventually. The tired out ponies make their way out in small groups, each with their own degree of hobbling and stumbling. It may be two A.M., but your night wasn't over yet. In addition, you’re one of the last in the club to be stone sober.

Every night, you've tried your best to help the local DJ, Vinyl Scratch, tear down her equipment and get to know her in the process. It started out with the most innocent intentions. You just really liked her mixes and you think EDM is awesome. Yet, as you've gotten to know her more, you've found she's a pretty awesome person too. Er, Pony.

The lights in the club turn on and the special effects lighting turns off as she gathers her records into a carrying case. Just like every other weekend, you approach her with a wide smile and rest your arms on one of the massive amplifiers.

"Nice show tonight," you commented.

"Really?" she asks. "I felt a little off my game. Might be allergies or something."

"Well, I liked it. Especially the new song," you say.

She turns to you with a smile.

"So, you heard that, huh?" she replies. "Almost nopony can tell when I change things up. They are all too busy dancing to enjoy the music."

Returning to disconnecting her equipment, you decide that this might be your best opportunity to ask.

"So, uh. Whatcha doin tomorrow? You know. After you crash, that is."

"I dunno. Nothin probably," she answers without a second thought. "Work on a new song or something. Why?"

"Well, do you wanna maybe grab some brunch?" you ask. "My treat."

She looks back at you, curiously.

“Two words. Bottomless. Mimosas.”

"Waitwaitwait. Hold on. Just let me be clear for a sec. Do you mean, like, a date?" she asks, her voice filled of concern.

Come on Anon, it's the home stretch. Don’t chicken out now. You got this. Now is not the time to be shy. Confidence. Confidence. Confidence.

"Yeah. You could call it that," you reply, trying to keep your strongest, confident poker face.

She sighs and turns back to her equipment, then turns back to you.

"See, I was worried about that. Dude, I like you. You're cool. Seriously. You got an appreciation for music... and I like that. I wouldn't mind hanging out. It'd be fun. I think we’d be good friends."

Well, shit. None of that sounded good. Fuck. Well, you suppose you already know what’s coming. She looks you in the eye, and then opens her mouth.

"I dunno how to say it gently but... I like mares. Sorry, bro."

You stand completely still, feeling as if your soul left your body and flew out the roof of the club.

“Oh. Well. Now don’t I feel silly,” you say.

“Yeah.”

An awkward silence fills a gap between you two as you take a step back.

“I’m just… gonna.”

“Alright,” she says. “I get it. Sorry.”

You turn on the spot and turn to leave the club as a stallion passes by you.

“Well hey, sexy,” you can hear him call out as he moves toward your lesbian friend.

“Well hey there, handsome. Ready?”

The words echo through your ears and churn your stomach as if you’ve drank lye. You hear the sound of hoof slapping flank, and you shut your eyes. You keep walking, your fists naturally balling up. You aren’t sure if she lied to you or not, but all in all, it doesn’t matter, you suppose. Either way, It’s not like she was even interested in you to begin with..

Anon and Femanon

You could say it was a match made in heaven. When you were the only human in an entire land of horses, it would suffice to say that things were... difficult. Ponies were generally scared of you, nopony really had in interest in befriending the asshole ape from another dimension. Let alone have some sort of 'other' interest in you. Well, that is, ones that aren't weird and/or crazy.

And then, like an answer to your prayers, another human arrived. A female human. When she arrived, you began to hope again. Your world was so far away, but here she is. She talked to you, laughed with you, and the two of you had a great time. You were each other's best friends.

It didn't matter if the ponies thought seeing two humans together was weird. She'd taken up residence in Twilight's basement, for the lack of any other available home at the time, and paid her rent. The details were fuzzy to you, but that's not the point. The point is that you were going to see if she wanted to move to he next step in your relationship. And, maybe? She won't need Twilight's basement anymore.

You march down the road to Twilight's treehouse and fill yourself with detrmination. You can do this. You got this. This should feel as natural as using a leaf to wipe. Stopping at the door, you knock three times and patiently wait.

"Coming," calls a high-puitched male voice from inside the treebrary.

The door opens to a young purple dragon, who looks at you with a furrowed brow.

"Heya, bro, what's up," Spike asks, his voice waivering.

"I need to speak to Femanon," you answer.

He bites his lip, then looks back inside as a purple unicorn trots to the door.

"She's not here," says Twilight, focusing on you. "Maybe you should come some other time.

Spike looks from you, back to Twilight, then back to you.

"Actually, she's downstairs in her room," says Spike, like the total bro he is. "You didn't see her come back in, Twi. Head on down, Anon."

"Thanks, little guy," you say, strolling to the basement door, knocking twice.

"Come in!" you hear her call from downstairs.

Opening the door, you head downstairs to her room, holding a bouquet of flowers behind your back. You leap down the stairs nearly three at a time. Once you hit the bottom, you see her, laying on a makeshift bed, pouring over a novel you loaned her.

"Hey, Fem. What's up?" you ask.

"Oh, bored. Just reading a book. You're right about this one, it's really great so far."

As she carefully swayed her feet in the air, she closes her book and looks to you.

"What's up with you?" she asks.

You unveil your flowers and do your best not to wear a stupid, dorky grin. You fail. You're only a little ashamed of yourself.

"I brought these for you," you answer. "And I was wondering if you wanna maybe... try making our friendship... well, an Us. Words. That was bad. That was dumb. Can I start over."

She raises off her the bed and walks directly up to you with a wide smile.

"It's about time" she giggles, placing her hands on yours and bringing her lips closer to yours. "Of course"

"Spike, this can't go on any longer," Twilight says to the baby dragon, sitting by the door. "This isn't healthy."

"I dunno, Twilight, maybe we shouldn't."

"It's not healthy for him to talk to himself," she continues. "Who knows what will happen next? We have to bring him back to reality."

"But, it's better than him being depressed all the time. And the wounds on his arms are all healed. Maybe... Maybe we should just let him have this, Twilight."

The unicorn and dragon exchange concerned glances as they look to the basement door, hearing the one-sided conversation unfold from downstairs.

Cheerilee

The little fillies and colts scuttle away from school as they head off to enjoy their weekends. Sitting on a park bench outside, you patiently wait for your moment to arrive. The moment to ask Cheerilee out on a date. You've chatted with her a few times before and she seemed to be extremely nice. It's been pretty lonely around town, so you figured, why not? She was single, you were single. It just seemed to make sense.

Rising from your bench, you take confident strides to the schoolhouse. Okay Anon. Just relax. Don't come off as too needy. Just be nice and casual.

Taking the steps two at a time, you step inside the room, filled with tiny desks, and a purple mare at the front, gathering papers together at her desk.

"Knock, knock," you call to the room.

Cheerilee looks up, taken by surprise.

"Oh! Anon. What a pleasant surprise! What brings you out here? I was just about to lock up."

"Oh, I got off work early, so I figured I'd take a stroll. Saw all the little ones running about, so I guessed school was out for the weekend," you answer.

"Yep, I'm sure they are all delighted to run home and do the homework I gave them," she chuckles. "Well, most of them, anyway."

"Yeah. I bet," you say. "So, does this mean that you are free for the weekend?"

She looks up, throwing on her saddlebag and walking towards the door. She lets out a nervous chuckle as she tries to look away from you. Are you being creepy? Are you being too forward? You're probably being too forward.

"I wish. I have so many papers to grade. Oh and chores. Busy, busy," Cheerilee answers.

You know what? screw it. You've wanted this for awhile now. She's good with kids. Kind. Sweet. Warm hearted. You're going to regret never giving it your all right now. She stops in front of you as prepare the words you've thought of all day.

"Too busy to grab dinner with me?"

Cheerliee blushes and looks away. There. Now it's just the waiting game. No more nights asking yourself if this could ever be. Now, you'll get your definitive answer.

"Oh... Anon. That's really sweet, but... I don't think that's a good idea," she answers.

You're shocked by her answer, but it's only fair. It's her decision. But, in order to save yourself from months of crippling self doubt, you decide to go for broke.

"Why?" you ask.

Cheerilee sighs, and looks to the floor.

"I just..." words slowly coming out of her mouth. "I don't think I could date a human... it's just... I don't know. You're a really nice guy and all... but I'd prefer to date somepony, well. That's a pony," she answers quietly.

You look down at her, your heart shattered as she looks away.

"I really better lock up, Anon. I'd prefer not to have a human around the school while it's unlocked."