A butter-yellow pegasus with a light pink mane was sitting on her couch. She gently lifted a yellow teacup decorated with small pink butterflies. She watched the rain outside. It was only drizzling, but the color and density of the clouds promised that it would soon intensify into a raging thunderstorm. She sipped the tea and gently set it back down.
A white rabbit hopped up onto the couch. It snuggled into her side, gently nuzzling her right wing. She sighed in contentment and lifted the teacup to her mouth again.
CRACK THOOOOOM!
The pegasus jolted, spilling her tea and dropping the delicate cup. Chickadees, robins, and blue jays peered out of hoof-crafted birdhouses hanging from the ceiling of her small cottage. “We don’t usually have lightning.” She murmured.
The rabbit tugged on her feathers. “Oh, Angel sweetness, did that nasty old lightning bolt scare you?”
He nodded. She scooped him up into a hug. “It’s okay, Angel sweetness. The lightning couldn’t possibly have struck anywhere. The weather ponies are much more careful than that.”
Reassured, the rabbit snuggled back up to her side. The yellow pegasus reached down to grab her teacup. “Oh, my.”
The gentle, delicate china, had shattered to pieces on the floor. Pink butterflies cracked, shattered, broken. She could feel her eyes watering. She sniffed. “It’s okay. It’s fine. I have other teacups.”
But not like this one.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
“Oh my!” She yelped. She jolted upward, nearly throwing the little bunny off the couch. She dashed for the door, butter-yellow wings flapping hurriedly. As she reached the door, it flew open, barely missing her delicate snout.
A pink earth pony stood in the doorway. Her darker pink mane was frizzed beyond belief. Her blue eyes were filled with tears. On her back was a small green alligator. He looked catatonic, but anypony experienced with being around Gummy would know that he was extremely agitated.
“Fluttershy.”
Fluttershy’s eyes widened. “Pinkie? Pinkie, what’s wrong? Is it Gummy?”
“...” Pinkie gave Fluttershy an incredibly sad look. She began walking off, motioning for Fluttershy to follow.
“Pinkie?” Fluttershy asked, reaching a hoof out to her distressed friend.
Pinkie stopped. They were deep in the Whitetail Woods, outside of a den that Fluttershy hadn’t ever seen before. Pinkie started walking in. She motioned for Fluttershy to follow.
“What's going on?” Fluttershy asked. Pinkie turned to look at her. She just gave Fluttershy that incredibly sad look.
Fluttershy stepped in. She turned to look at Pinkie, but there was no Pinkie there. Just the steady beat of rain against the forest floor.
As Fluttershy walked further into the cave, the walls turned from dirt to stone. her hooves made loud clopping sounds as she was pressed against the floor. The walls of the den began to close. She couldn't hear the rain anymore. She noticed dull pink streaks embedded in the walls.
A light shone ahead. Fluttershy walked towards it. Momentarily blinded, she stumbled as the walls fell away from her.
She gasped as she opened her eyes. An immense cavern greeted her. Deep pink gemstone walls were shot through with rich, turquoise streaks. They spiraled into a golden-yellow starburst on the ceiling.
She looked towards the middle of the room. "Oh, my." Right in the center of the star, reaching towards the floor, and stopping just above a pony’s ear tips, was a stalactite.
It was a clear, translucent gold, not unlike the star it clung to. Inside the stalactite, were a swarm of butterflies. They had pink wings and blue bodies. They looked quite similar to insects trapped in amber, only more beautiful.
As Fluttershy stepped into the wondrous place, her hoof delicately brushed a blue vein as it streaked through the floor. It pulsed, shining a deep lapis - lazuli, for just a moment.
She jumped backward and opened her mouth to scream, but it made no sound. She felt a feeling course through her. Her heart racing, she leaped into the room.
Each time she stepped on a blue vein, it pulsed again, traveling up it to the golden star. She leaped and twirled through the room, wings fluttering. As she danced, she heard a music. Her hoofsteps faded away as the music grew louder.
The music wasn’t a beat she’d ever heard before. She didn’t know how she knew the dance. It was something more primal. It was pure and simple, yet complex at the same time.
As it grew louder, her steps grew faster and more frantic. Her breathing grew more frantic as her heart raced. She stamped her hooves on the ground. Her tail thrashed back and forth as she kicked and rolled to the rhythm of the music.
Fluttershy rolled to a stop, panting and staring at the incredibly sharp tip of the stalactite. The butterflies shivered. The starburst on the ceiling flashed with a blue glow. A long crack split the stalactite.
The butterflies shivered again. In complete silence, the stalactite crumbled. Large parts of what seemed like solid rock crumbled to dust before Fluttershy's eyes.
She pinned her ears back, but she could not, would not, turn away from this.
The butterflies flopped to the floor. She hurried over to the nearest one. She tried to ask it if it was okay, but she found that she couldn't make a sound. It twitched and fluttered its delicate wings. Little bits of a pale blue dust fell off of them.
Other butterflies began to stir. They lifted off the ground in a great swarm, waiting until every last butterfly was flying among the group. The fluttered in unison for a few moments, each butterfly the same as the one next to it.
There must have been thousands of them. The swarmed over Fluttershy, her mane and tail whipping in the breeze that they generated.
The last thing Fluttershy saw was a swarm of butterflies flying free.
A butter-yellow pegasus stared the shards of a shattered teacup on the floor. There were no more butterflies among them.
Author's Note
This is my first story, sort of an experiment. I haven't written any kind of surrealism before, so this was a lot of fun!
