Two Heads Are Better Than One

Chapters

One Is The Loneliest Number
Title Drop, Roll Credits
Two Hearts Becoming One
A Happy Ending

One Is The Loneliest Number

Fluttershy sat alone in her house on Halloween Night, steadily rocking in her chair. The creak of the chair was the only noise in the room, and the sounds of partying and trick-or-treaters only dimly pierced against the confines of her home.

She leaned over and rested her head on her hand, sighing. She was lonely tonight. She’d been lonely almost every night for some years now.

First, her friends had drifted apart over the years. Nothing dramatic or bad happened, they’d just … went and pursued their dreams and fallen out of contact in recent years. Twilight was a researcher at a pharmaceutical company. Rainbow Dash was an athlete who traveled the country for high-stakes games. Pinkie Pie ran her own catering service. Rarity was married and now did all her dress orders online so she could spend more time with her family. Applejack took care of her farm. The sun could explode tomorrow, an eldritch god could claim the earth and shroud the world in darkness, and Applejack would still be taking care of her farm. She was steady like that.

As for Fluttershy herself, she’d found a nice man to settle down with who later turned less nice than she thought. They’d gone to divorce court and he got custody of the single child they had. She still got alimony payments, but she hadn’t the motivation to do much other than just sit around in her house in her rocking chair, except go out to buy groceries.

All of which was to say that, if she were to disappear, she would likely not be missed for a long time.

Rarity wandered back into her thoughts. Fluttershy closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the rocking chair. She imagined seeing Rarity, having Rarity here with her, Rarity greeting her with breakfast in the morning weaning but an apron, leaving nothing to imagination and letting Fluttershy see her round-

Fluttershy cut herself off mid-thought. She fanned her face with her hand.

Where did all that come from? Fluttershy asked herself, though if pressed, she would admit she found Rarity attractive. She had loved a man enough to have a child with him at one point in time, yet this was still the case, so she supposed she was bisexual, but she honestly didn’t care to spend a whole lot of time thinking about that.

“Maybe I should give her a call,” Fluttershy thought. She pushed herself up from her rocking chair and went over to her landline, picking the phone off the receiver and dialing Rarity’s number. At least, what Rarity’s number was the last time Fluttershy called her. It would be just her luck if Rarity had gotten a new number by now and she had no way of finding it out. Perhaps she could message Rarity on BookFace if she didn’t pick up.

The phone rang, and Fluttershy heard Rarity’s voice through it.

“Hello?” Rarity called. “Who is this?”

“Oh, um, it’s … Fluttershy,” Fluttershy said.

“Fluttershy, darling! I haven’t heard from you in ages! How have you been?”

“I’m … okay,” Fluttershy said, and it was a total lie to Rarity and herself. She might have been shy, she may have been an introvert, but it was so long since she had someone to care about or someone to care about her she was starting to go stir-crazy. Her ex-husband never called, always sent the check by mail, her son didn’t or couldn’t call, her friends had moved away, and she was here in this house by herself with no one to make sure she was taking care of herself.

“That’s good to hear! What have you been up to?”

“Up to?” Fluttershy asked. A lump formed in her throat.

“Yes, darling. Up to. You … do remember what that means, don’t you? I knew you were shy, but … how long has it been since you talked to another person?”

“Not that long,” Fluttershy mumbled, too quiet for Rarity to hear. Granted, the last person she talked to had been the cashier at the grocery store, and even then, she mumbled and used as much nonverbal communication as she could through the entire transaction.

“Oh, I know what it is! You spent the last year in Germany and now you’re struggling to switch back to English.”

“Um … sure.” Fluttershy didn’t know what to say to that. If she told Rarity the truth, she might make Rarity worry, and she hated making her friends worry, even if, as in this case, they perhaps should be.

“Well, darling, it’s been wonderful catching up with you after all this time, but unless you’ve got something urgent, I’m afraid I have to hang up. I have a bunch of new dress orders I need ready by next week, and I think I can hear my son crying in the other room.”

“Son?” Fluttershy said. She didn’t know Rarity had another child!

“Ta-ta for now.”

“No, wait!” Fluttershy said, but too late. Rarity already hung up by the time she got the words out.

Fluttershy sighed. She replaced the phone on the receiver and stood there with a slouch, looking down on the floor, crestfallen.

She inhaled sharply. Maybe, if I’m lucky, she’ll get a divorce too and then come running into my arms, and I can hold her and comfort her and we’ll be spend a lot of time close and-

Fluttershy shook her head. No, no, I shouldn’t think like that. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Much less Rarity and her kid. Kids. They don’t deserve to go through that.

Fluttershy sighed again. She rested one hand on the wall and ran the other against her face. She looked towards the window and saw a trio of trick-or-treaters passing by.

“I should go on a walk to clear my head,” Fluttershy said to herself. “Even if trick-or-treaters are everywhere and everyone’s partying, it’ll at least give me something else to think about.”

She changed from her moping-in-the-rocking-chair outfit to something more appropriate for a long walk and headed out. She made sure to lock the door behind her, double and triple checking to make sure no one could get through the door. Once she was satisfied, she headed down the street.

She was given an immediate reminder of why she disliked large crowds and holidays, as someone bumped into her hip as soon as she got onto the sidewalk.

“Sorry, ma’am, excuse us,” a boy wearing a ghost sheet and his friends walked around Fluttershy. They giggled to themselves. Fluttershy braced a hand against her hips and glared at them. They were young, but Fluttershy suspected the boy bumped into her on purpose in order to cop a feel.

“Someone ought to give that boy a lesson in some manners,” Fluttershy grumbled to herself. She marched after them for three blocks or so, meaning to give them a piece of her mind, then lost steam when they reached the fourth block. It just didn’t seem worth the effort. The boy would go on being a brat and either push the wrong woman too hard and get a well-deserved slap for his trouble, or he’d go on and get arrested for inappropriate exposure at a party.

Fluttershy looked around the neighborhood. People were answering doors and handing out candy. Children were comparing candies, including one who complained about getting a rock. Everywhere she looked, somebody was doing something Halloween related, but she didn’t see anything that spoke to an adult like herself. These were all children-oriented activities. And given her own feelings on stranger danger, she didn’t want to intrude on any of them unless someone invited her … but she could also really go for there being a more teen-to-adult oriented party somewhere nearby that didn’t require an invitation, just so she could other people to talk to without them possibility interpreting it the wrong way.

Fluttershy continued walking. She tapped her fingers together nervously, looking for something she could do, a party she could attend, some trick-or-treaters she could ask for candy, something.

She reached the end of the block and looked down the end. Nothing but jack o'lanterns, eerie green leds, and inflatable witches as far as the eye could see.

Fluttershy sighed. If Rarity were here, she'd be able to do something to spruce up the neighborhood a bit. At least get on to the neighbors' cases and make them coordinate so they didn't repeat almost the exact same set up, beat for beat.

As she walked down the street, Fluttershy was struck by how repetitive it all seemed. Witch. Pumpkin. Lights. Witch. Pumpkin. Lights. Lights. Pumpkin. Witch.

"Doesn't anybody have a sense of originality?" Fluttershy wondered, placing a hand on her hip and looking around with a dubious eye. She missed Rarity even more than before. Heck, even Rainbow Dash. She'd have a better sense of what to do for spooky decorations than these bozos.

Fluttershy stumbled into a case of being careful what to wish for, as it just might be granted. Loud, harsh laughter traveled across the road, startling Fluttershy and making her stumble on the sidewalk before she regained her balance and her bearings.

She looked across the street and saw a light-up inflatable evil clown standing watch over a house like a sentry. An evil, killer sentry clad in face paint.

"Ugh." Fluttershy shivered. She didn't care for clowns. She'd been afraid of them at one point, but she managed to reduce that over time to just a mild distaste. Their makeup still made them look inhuman to her.

The wind picked up, blowing Fluttershy's hair all over the place and making her long skirt billow. She clamped down on the hem to be sure she didn't show unwittingly show something inappropriate to nearby children.

"Windy today, isn't it?" a friendly woman approached Fluttershy, supervising another trio of trick-or-treaters. "Better hope nobody's mask goes flying off, or it might hit someone in the face."

"Yes," Fluttershy said, desperately trying to get her hair under control while still holding onto the skirt hem. "That would be bad."

Fluttershy stepped onto the yard of the block as the woman and her charges passed by. After her earlier incident, she didn't trust any of these little rascals not to be up to something perverted. She supposed that might explain why some people had an innate dislike of children.

Maybe, but she doubted it. There was probably more to it than that.

The wind died down, and Fluttershy's hair returned to its proper resting place on her back. She looked and surveyed the area again, with all the repetitive witches, pumpkins, and lights. More trick-or-treaters had emerged since Fluttershy first stepped onto this street, each of them walking from one house to the next, getting their candy, then moving onto the next. There was, always, the trademark 'unfun' neighbor who gave out things like toothbrushes and floss instead of the candies the children were taught to expect, and would of course end up using, as long after the last wrapper of the last chocolate bar was tossed into a wastebasket, the brush and floss would still be there ...waiting ... for its inevitable turn in the spotlight.

Fluttershy chuckled. She was stuck by a humorous fantasy of toothbrushes and floss coming alive and striking a rebellion against naughty kids who didn't floss, or brush after each meal, or got midnight snacks. She dimly recalled a cartoon having something similar to that once. Was it on CNN? No, not CNN, the other one.

Oh, never mind. It wasn’t important now.

"What are you supposed to be?"

Fluttershy turned around, surprised to see a man and the two trick-or-treaters he was chaperoning, both of whom were staring at her for some explanation. One of them was a doctor, while the other was a Frankenstein's monster.

"I'm sorry?"

"Your costume. What are you dressed as?"

"Oh, gee, I don't know," Fluttershy said. She looked down at her clothes and saw how unfit to be a Halloween costume they were. These were casual walking clothes. She hadn't dressed for Halloween: she dressed to go on a walk.

"Tell you what," Fluttershy said. "Why don't you tell me what you are and maybe I'll tell you what I am?"

"Sure! I'm Frankenstein," the doctor said.

Fluttershy raised an eyebrow. She pointed at the monster. "Isn't he Frankenstein?"

"Common misconception. He's Frankenstein's monster, and I'm Victor Frankenstein."

"Ooh, that's clever!" Fluttershy said. "Very clever."

"Thanks! Now, what's your costume?"

"Oh, um ..."

"Now boys," their chaperone said, "maybe we should leave this nice young lady alone. I don't think she wants to be disturbed."

"Aw, but Dad! She promised!"

"I know, but-"

"No, no, it's fine," Fluttershy said. "Since you were nice enough to tell me what you are, I'll tell you what I am; I'm a ghost."

"A ghost?" the monster-dressed kid said. "You don't look very ghostly to me."

"That's because I'm a particular kind of ghost," Fluttershy said wisely. "I'm the ghost of a lovely maiden who was used and abused by a person she was in love with. I'm her lingering resentment and grudges made manifest on the earth, filled with spite and bile and contempt for men and all the ways they can be so cruel, using you up and then tossing you aside when they've gotten everything they can for you like a doll with no feelings!" She made fists, breathing heavily, infusing every word with more passion the last.

"Okay," the boys' father, "boys, I think it's time to go. This is getting a little too real for my taste."

He put his hands on his boys' shoulders and quickly steered them past Fluttershy.

Fluttershy bit her lip, fiddling anxiously with her fingers. "I guess I did maybe get a little carried away there ..."

Fluttershy resumed her walk, no longer attempting to avoid trick-or-treaters. She stared at the sidewalk, her eyes on the ground. Most of the kids were considerate enough to walk around her when they saw she wasn't paying attention to where she was going.

Did I mean all the things I said back there? Fluttershy thought to herself. I guess maybe I'm carrying more resentment than I thought. Maybe I should go see my therapist.

She paused.

Wait, do I even have a therapist? It's been so long since I last saw one, I'm not sure I do.

She continued walking, trying to recall when her last trip to a mental health professional was.

Was it last Christmas? Or July? She braced her hands against her chin.

She was interrupted in her thoughts by the sound of crying. A grown woman's, from the sounds of it, which was interesting. If there were going to be tears tonight, FLuttershy would assume they would be from children who were disappointed in their candy selection and not emotionally mature enough to cope with disappointment, or who tripped and injured themselves.

"Hello?" Fluttershy asked, looking around for the source of the noise.

A woman came stomping down the street, grumbling and muttering under her breath.

“Unbelievable,” she said as she brought her foot down hard on the sidewalk, almost hard enough to crack it if were just a hair less sturdy. “I can’t believe this … after all of the … who does that? Who just goes up and asks a person that?”

Fluttershy didn’t think this fuming woman was the source of the noise. She knew someone being angry didn’t preclude them from crying, as some children believed before they understood the complexities of human emotion, but this woman’s face was dry.

“Of all the rotten ...”

“Excuse me, miss?” Fluttershy said, raising a hand. “Who are you talking about?”

“Oh, this crazy … troll who thinks she can just go and ask people to be her – you know what, never mind. It sounds stupid when I say it. But heed my advice, if you see her, you’d better steer clean and stay far away from her. Mark my words.”

“Okay,” Fluttershy said, raising her hands in defeat and backing away. Her instinct was to console this woman and try to talk her down before she hurt herself or others, but it became obvious she wasn’t in a consolable state of mind.

The woman continued stomping around and was long gone by the time Fluttershy realized she never asked for a description of this woman she was supposed to be avoiding.

“Miss?” Fluttershy turned around to discover she was left alone.

As usual.

“Typical, really,” Fluttershy tapped her foot impatiently on the sidewalk, getting angry herself. Remembering the teachings of Cadence and her mother, she raised her hands out in front of her and took several deep breaths to steady herself. Getting worked up wouldn’t help her make any new friends or reconnect with old ones.

When she turned around, the crying had stopped.

“Oh my,” Fluttershy cupped her knuckles to her chin. “Whoever they are, I hope they’re all right.” She resumed her walk, going at a leisurely pace down the sidewalk, still on the lookout for a hangout she could crash into. Only now she was on the alert for sounds of crying women as well.

She didn’t travel far before coming to a stop by a large house, one that could have been a mansion with a little more flair. As it stood, it was just a simple two or three story house with Halloween decorations around, and they were the first house she’d seen that did something other than just the witch and pumpkins combo, with skeletons and tombstones around. Lights hung overhead and music blared. There was a party going on there.

Fluttershy stood by the mailbox of the house, tapping her fingers, wondering whether or not to go in. If she could. If she should. What if the party was invite only? She’d be turned away at the door. Her old adversarial companion, her anxiety, popped up to say she’d also probably not just turned away, but laughed out the door, with the party-goers pointing and laughing at her for being so pathetically friendless on a holiday as social as Halloween.

“Cram it, you.” Fluttershy closed her eyes and imagined bringing her fist down on a shapeless blob monster, splattering it all over the walls. She sighed contentedly. That helped.

Right as she was about to sally forth and brave the adventure of going up to the front door and knocking, she heard the sound of crying again.

There was a woman sitting on a bench a few blocks down from the big house, resting under the shadow of some trees while burying her face into her hands.

“Hello?” Fluttershy called again, walking down the street and approaching the woman. She arrived at the bench and stood by it awkwardly while the woman continued to cry, her head bobbing up and down as she bawled.

Fluttershy got on one knee next to the bench. “There, there,” she patted the woman on her exposed knee. “I’m sure everything will be alright.”

The woman stopped crying at hearing another voice. She lowered her hands and showed her face, exposing a pale face with striking blue eyes. She tried to say something, couldn’t, because of the overflow of fluids from her face, and choked air down, trying and succeeding on the second try. “You really think so?”

Fluttershy experienced a nasty flashback towards her husband and their divorce, and the way he’d essentially used her as a breeding device, then chucked her out. She held it back and spoke reassuringly despite the memory. “Yes. I know it might not seem like it now, and that it might even seem like you’ll never be happy again, but I can assure you, things can get better. Even if it takes a long time. Even if it takes a lot of hard work, they can get better.” She stood up. “Can I sit by you?”

"Sure," the woman scooted off to one side of the bench and patted the empty space next to her. "Anything for the woman who comforted me in my hour of need."

Fluttershy chuckled and grinned as she sat down. "Well, I don't know about that. I'm sure anybody would have done the same."

"Are you sure?" the woman said. "Because I don't know about you, but I sure didn't see a whole lot of people lining up to comfort little old me around here." She gestured to the empty sidewalk around them.

"I'm sure somebody would have done the same," Fluttershy corrected herself. "Eventually. How's that?"

"Better," the woman said, and giggled. "What's your name?"

"Fluttershy."

"I'm Greta." Greta extended her hand, and Fluttershy shook it.

"Pleasure to meet you, Greta," Fluttershy said. "Can I ask what you were crying about?"

"Oh, nothing ..." Greta said, and dropped her chin into her palms, looking at the sidewalk and sighing. "I just ... haven't been able to get a second head."

"Second head?" Fluttershy arched an eyebrow, confused at the notion.

"Yeah," Greta said. "I’m a troll, and I need a second head. I've asked person after person after woman after woman and no one has agreed to be my second head. There was one woman who almost seemed willing, but then she backed out. She said some very harsh things about me while she did, too!"

That would be the woman I met before, then, Fluttershy thought. Should I mention to Greta that I saw her? Probably not. It would probably just upset her more. And what does she mean by second head - oh, I'm dumb. It's Halloween. What do you think she means? The question seemed to come from Rainbow Dash's voice instead of her own. She needs a second head for her costume, whatever it is.

"Greta?" Fluttershy said. "Can I ask you what exactly happened with this woman?"

"What's there to tell?" Greta asked, tossing her hand through the air. "She was going to be my second head, and then she didn't, and now she's gone, FOREVER, and I'm never going to find my second head, never, never!"

Greta buried her face into her hands and wept again.

Fluttershy scrunched up her face, wondering what to say to get her to calm down again.

There comes a time when just words won't do, Fluttershy thought. Twilight would be so dismayed to hear her say that, but it was true.

Fluttershy spread her arms and wrapped them around Greta, pulling her close into a hug. Her shoulder dug uncomfortably into Fluttershy's skin between her breasts, but nothing Fluttershy couldn't put up with in the name of kindness.

Greta's crying died down slowly, and she reached a hand up to touch Fluttershy's arm, shocked someone would be willing to touch her at all after the night she'd been having.

"T-thank you," Greta said between teary breaths.

"No problem," Fluttershy said. "Feel better now?"

"A little, yeah."

"Good, good. I'm going to let go now, okay?"

"Okay ... wait, no. Could you hold on just a little bit longer?"

"If that's what you need." Fluttershy pulled in closer and rested her chin on Greta's shoulder. They sat in this position for a few minutes.

"Thank you," Greta said. She patted Fluttershy's arm to signal Fluttershy could let go. "I really needed that."

"Sounded like you do," Fluttershy said with a knowing, wise smile.

Greta blushed and looked away. It was only now Fluttershy noticed her head. It was bald at the scalp, completely devoid of hair. Something about it seemed off, though. If she were Rarity, Fluttershy would think it being bald was enough to be 'off,', but she wasn't Rarity, she was Fluttershy. Something about its shape. Like it was ... bulbous. Larger than it should have been. Disproportionate. That was the word. Her forehead and scalped swell up slightly relative to her face and cheeks.

Greta turned to Fluttershy, smiled brightly, then stood up.

"I guess I should be going, then," Greta said. "That second head of mine isn't going to find itself."

"No, probably not," Fluttershy said, smiling to herself, confident she did a good deed.

"Even though everyone I've asked has already turned me down ... and the closest I came to it, the person ran away and told me I was a freak ..." Greta's eyes welled up, and she stared at the ground. Fluttershy didn't need to be a psychologist to tell she was going to start crying again if she didn't do something soon.

Fluttershy tapped her fingers together furiously, trying to think of something fast that she could do. Something that would stick. Something she could do that would stop Greta from crying and keep her from crying again.

"I'll be your second head," Fluttershy blurted out.

Greta whipped around to face her, shock wide in her eyes. "Really?"

"Yes." Fluttershy hauled herself up off the bench and dusted off her skirt. "I'll be your second head."

"Are ... are you sure?" Greta asked, putting her fingers to her chin and looking at Fluttershy with concern. "After everyone else didn't, you would?"

"Yes," Fluttershy nodded. "If that's what you need, which it sounds like it is, that's what I'll do for you."

Greta covered her mouth. "Fluttershy, I ... I don't know what to say! But ... are you sure? Are you really sure?"

"Yes! I already told you, yes, okay?" Fluttershy said. Goodness, it's almost like she doesn't want to take yes for an answer. Was this what I was like when I was younger?

"It's just ..." Greta intertwined her fingers, rubbing them anxiously. "I think there's some things you should know about it before you commit to being a troll."

"Oh?" Now this had Fluttershy intrigued. What could be so disturbing about being the second head for a costume?

"Once you commit, there's no going back," Greta said. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yes, yes, let's just hurry this up," Fluttershy said, waving her hand in a let's go gesture.

"Okay ... get ready."

"Right ... wait, ready for what?"

Greta took Fluttershy's hand. Fluttershy was pulled in towards Greta, her shoes scooting across the sidewalk pavement.

"W-wait, what?" Fluttershy looked down at her moving shoes. She wasn't moving them. She wasn't walking. So how she was moving?

She looked up again and gasped. Greta had changed. She didn't look like a regular woman. She had pale gray skin, her bald head was proportionate now, but to the portion of something not human, and she was possessed of considerable girth, with a wide, protruding belly, thick thighs, and thick biceps.

"W-wait," Fluttershy said. She grabbed her arm and tried to wrest it free.

"I told you, there's no going back!"

"What is going on?" Fluttershy asked. "What are you doing to me?"

Fluttershy looked around. She'd gone further down the block than she realized. The large house with the party loomed in the distance, too far away to be of any help. There were no other houses close by - the closest was eight blocks down. They had reached a section of trees like it was cut out for a park. Even if she screamed, she'd have to scream the loudest and hardest for anybody to hear her and come help.

She was pulled further into Greta and smushed against Greta's body. Their skin stuck together, the way it did when pressed against a leather chair in a hot office.

"Mm..." Greta reached around and grabbed Fluttershy's hip. "You're so thick, Fluttershy! You're probably the best choice I could have made!"

"I'm glad you're happy!" Fluttershy replied, breaking out her sarcasm. Greta's bright smile indicated she didn't pick it up on.

“Don’t worry, Fluttershy!I know it might seem scary at first, but don’t worry, everything will be alright.”

Fluttershy felt herself ... merging into Greta. She almost didn't want to look, but look she did, as she needed to understand what was happening to her.

They were ... fusing. Greta's body was absorbing her. Melding with her. Taking her into Greta's body.

Fluttershy stomped on the sidewalk, making one last effort to break away, but it was doomed from the start.

Minutes later, the merger was successful. Fluttershy blinked, not expecting to survive the process. She felt the fat around her thighs and stomach jiggle and bounce, and her breasts sway slightly from motion.

She looked around and her jaw dropped. She and Greta had become a singular body. Her neck rested on the same torso as Greta's, separated by only a few centimeters worth of space. From either side sprouted two arms, one raised up higher than the other, all four of them thick and muscular, with three three legs between them arranged like a half-sized spider, and their chests half-merged like Geryon's, with four breasts shared between them arranged in two rows. All three feet wore high heels with striped white and black stockings. She didn’t notice at first, but her own hair gone from its longed, flowing locks to a smooth, business-like beehive haircut.

"Oh, thank you, Fluttershy! You've made me so happy. I was beginning to think I'd never get a second head!" Greta leaned over and covered Fluttershy's cheek with smooches. She raised the two arms on her side and curled them into fists. "Gosh, I've never felt so powerful! Anyway, we should probably heading on back home, now that I've got a second head. Ooh, I probably shouldn't talk about you like you're not here like that, shouldn't I? Sorry, tee-hee!"

Greta tried to move, but only her legs on her side moved. Fluttershy's share of legs remained rooted in place.

"Um, Fluttershy? I'm gonna need you to life your legs up so we can go. Come on."

Fluttershy remained where she was, stunned as she puzzled it all out.

Grey skin, multiple limbs, more powerful with two heads ... so when the woman said she was a troll, she meant an actual troll? Not an internet one? And the reason she was so upset was because she was going to be Greta's second head, not for a costume, but an actual second head? Greta must have explained it more to her than me, and that's why she was so upset! Or maybe she was just able to break free.

Fluttershy looked down at her feet, wondering what she was supposed to make of life now.

Author's Note

An interesting commission, to be sure, and one specifically themed for Halloween. Spoooky. Are you spooked yet? Be spooked.

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Title Drop, Roll Credits

Fluttershy blinked several times, still struggling to process what just happened.

Greta tried without success to cajole Fluttershy into moving.

"Fluttershy?" Greta said. "Fluttershy, come on. We should get moving and be on our way. There's a lot I need to go over with you now that we're one." She giggled, overjoyed.

Fluttershy replayed the events in her head. She went to comfort Greta. Greta told her about her problems. Fluttershy offered Greta to become her second head. Greta grabbed her by the arm and absorbed Fluttershy into her body.

"Fluttershy, I know this must be new and exciting for you, but we should start move. We need to learn to work together if you're going to be my head from now. Fluttershy?"

Getting concerned at Fluttershy's seemingly catatonic lack of response, Greta reached her hand over and poked at Fluttershy's head.

Fluttershy came back to herself. She blinked several times, then slapped Greta across the face.

"Ow!" Greta groaned. "What was that for?"

"You didn't tell me I would be an actual second head!" Fluttershy exclaimed. "I thought you meant it was just for a costume!"

"I tried to explain to you!" Greta said. "I thought you understood."

"Oh, really? You thought I understood? Well, I didn't! And whose fault is that?"

"... yours?"

Fluttershy facepalmed. "No, Greta, it's your fault, because you didn't take the adequate to make sure I understood what I was getting into. You talked too vaguely and too broadly for me to really understand what you were asking of me. And now I'm ... like this!" She angrily gestured to her side.

"What's wrong with being like this?" Greta asked, hurt.

"I'm getting out of here," Fluttershy said. She tried to move away from Greta, expecting to be able to pull herself out of the fusion. "Greta, let me go. I'm leaving." She managed a step forward, but only pulled Greta along with her.

"Greta, why aren't we separating?"

"We ... can't," Greta said. "Like I told you, there's no going back you do it. This is ... permanent. We're going to be like this from now."

"What?" Fluttershy snapped. "Are you freaking kidding me? That's great. That's just great." Fluttershy ran a hand over her eyes, needing to take a break from seeing the world. "Wonderful. So not only am I alone on a holiday, and I've been alone for so many years now, now I'm stuck to someone so I can't have private time even I wanted it to now! What's that phrase? Be careful what you wish, because you just might get it?"

"That doesn't sound so bad," Greta said. "I got what I wished for."

Fluttershy glared at her. "Maybe you did, but I didn't. I don't know what I even wished for that the universe decided to give me ... this." She gestured to the whole body.

"What's wrong with this?" Greta said. She struck a pose, making her breasts and her thighs jiggle. "I think we look sexy."

"I don't care how we look!" Fluttershy snapped. "The point is, we're stuck together as this four-armed ... thing, and I don't like it! Don't even get me started on what's going on with your - my - our - your chest!" Fluttershy cupped the bottom breast on her side and lifted it up, watching as it pushed up the boob above it with a mix of horror and fascinating. She let them both drop, and they smacked against her stomach and made that jiggle as well.

"Excuse me, but I don't think you really understand the significance of what's happened."

"Ooh, I understand too well the significance of what's happened."

"I have been trying to find a second head for years," Greta said. "All the other trolls have been laughing at me behind my back because I haven't been able to find one. And now I finally get one, and the first thing she tells me is that she wants to leave me? Do you have any idea how devastating that is?"

"Not as devastating as when my husband left me, I'm sure," Fluttershy quipped. "Because then, we knew what we were asking the other. We were communicating."

"You had a husband?" Greta asked.

"I did, once," Fluttershy said. "He left me. Took our child, too."

"You had a child?" Greta gasped.

"Yup," Fluttershy said, glowering angrily off into the distance. She wasn't even mad at Greta anymore. "Biggest mistake of my life. Nothing is happier than the joy holding your baby in your arms." She raised up her arms and brought them over her chest. "Nothing's worse than the pain you get when someone, especially someone you trusted, someone you loved ... someone who you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with, ups and takes them from you, and the furniture, too."

"You lost your furniture?" Greta said in a hushed, awestruck voice, as if this was a loss on the same scale and calibur as losing a child. "Goodness, Fluttershy, I ... I'm so sorry to hear that."

Fluttershy shook her head. "Thank you."

"Your husband must have been a real maroon, not staying with you."

"Maroon?" Fluttershy asked, before processing and understanding that she meant moron.
"Yeah. I don't know. He's the one with the kid, living it up in a tropical paradise while not having to worry about his checks, since they all come of mine, so ... who's the real moron here?"

"Still him," Greta said, cupping Fluttershy's cheek. "Because I can't think of a single reason why anybody in their right mind would want to leave behind a woman as beautiful as you."

"Oh." Fluttershy blushed. "Why thank you, Greta, that's ... kind of you to say." She looked down at the ground and brushed her bangs out of her face.

She inhaled sharply. “The other trolls must be maroons, too.”

“Huh? What makes you say that?”

“Because I don’t think they see how pretty you are, either,” Fluttershy said, and Greta blushed and turned away.

“Besides,” Greta murmured. “At least you had a husband, even if he turned out to be a jackass. None of the other trolls would even look at me.”
Fluttershy’s eye twitched. Unable to help herself, she slapped Greta again. “Did you not hear me!? My husband took everything from me!”

“Ow,” Greta rubbed at her sore cheek. “Why did you do that? Why are you so angry?”

“Because!” Fluttershy snapped. “I’ve haven’t talked to my friends in years, I think I’m getting attracted to one of them even though she’s already married and happy, without me, I might add, my ex-husband is absolute jerk who takes advantage of people, and who’s probably teaching his – MY son to be as rotten as he is, and now ...” Fluttershy’s voice broke and tears flowed from her eyes. “Now I’m STUCK as part of this troll whose like ninety percent body fat with no way of getting out of this because you’re more socially awkward than I am!”

Fluttershy panted heavily as she continued to cry, refusing to look Greta in the face.

Greta sniffed. “Geez, I’m sorry, Fluttershy. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean – I never meant … oh, please don’t cry. You’re too pretty to cry. I didn’t mean for you to … oh, please stop crying, if you don’t stop crying, I’m going … I’m going … OH! Now look what you’ve done!”

Greta burst into tears, and for a second Fluttershy thought she must have thought it was a competition, because Greta’s tears went straight into gushers, shooting water straight out from her eyes and pelting Fluttershy in the face, soaking her head and getting her all wet.

Feeling her hair turn slick and smack and stick to her back did not help Fluttershy’s mood.

“Great.” Fluttershy mused, grabbing a strand of hair and lifting it up. She twisted it and wrung the water out, only for Greta’s tear fountains to blast her again and wet her hair, undoing all her hard work.

“Greta,” Fluttershy said. “Greta. Greta! Stop crying, please. You’re getting me all wet.”

Greta continued sobbing.

Fluttershy sighed and rolled her eyes.

She blinked several times, wondering what she was doing with herself. With her life. Her thoughts were too preoccupied with her husband every day of every week. She was more concerned with feeling sorry for herself than trying to do anything to reach out and help Greta work through her emotions.

Was that who she’d become? Was this Fluttershy? That she just stood there and got annoyed while next to a crying woman who’d been suffering in her own way – one Fluttershy could actually relate to, because she’d been socially awkward herself and often felt outcast in a society that rewarded extroversion and glorified introverts as intelligent thinking without actually making a real effort to compensate for those introverts with the things they needed, like space and time away from people?

There was a time when Fluttershy was so perceptive and sensitive she could hear a ladybug cry out in pain.

What happened to that Fluttershy?

Fluttershy inhaled sharply, the back of her mind producing the answer to her question even though she didn’t want to hear it.

Her husband. Her husband was what happened. Her greedy, manipulative jerk of a husband who was probably out seducing some other unfortunate woman, spinning some sob story about his wife left him and he was left to raise his only child all on his own, the greedy …

Fluttershy sighed. She looked over to Greta, who was still crying.

As much as she was able, Fluttershy reached over and around to Greta, doing her best to give Greta’s half of their shared body a hug.

Fluttershy winced. Her boobs and the fat around her thighs jiggled as she moved. She felt like a water bed. Any movement, any slightest movement, made the fat around their body jiggle, and that was something they were going to have to work on. She wondered if Greta would object to an exercise regimen.

Her boob swung out and back in, smacking together with Greta’s body and making it jiggle and ripple.

Greta didn’t seem to notice her practically spring-loaded breast, but she did notice Fluttershy’s arms wrapping around her.

“Huh?” Greta’s crying slowed to a stop and she turned over to see Fluttershy doing her best to nuzzle her hair into Greta’s neck.

“I’m sorry,” Fluttershy said. “I’m sorry I haven’t been more sensitive to you. I understand now that you … might have some trouble communicating, but also that you’re hurting, just like I am. You need someone to be with you and help you out. Someone you can trust. And while I’m … still not happy that I’ve ended up like this,” she gestured to their body, and their boobs and belly jiggled as she waved her arm, furthering her sense of exasperation, “I guess I’m going to be that somebody for you, because no one else will.”

Greta bit her lip. Her eyes watered.

“Please don’t blast me in the face again,” Fluttershy pleaded with dread.

“Okay.” Greta sniffed and took a deep breath to hold back her tears. “I … thank you, Fluttershy. Thank you so much.” She returned the hug to Fluttershy.

“And ...I’m sorry, too,” Greta said. “I should have taken more time to explain what I wanted from you. But I was tired, and frustrated, and just … so impatient. I wanted someone to my be second head … my … partner.”

She raised a hand to cup Fluttershy’s cheek, but at the mention of the word ‘partner’, Fluttershy jerked her head away.

Greta looked down and resumed beating herself up. She should have realized it was too soon to be using that kind of language with Fluttershy.

“Greta?” Fluttershy asked. “Can I ask you a question? Why did you come out here? I mean, to find your second head? It feels like you should have been able to find another troll to be your second head back where you come from, couldn’t you?”

Greta shook her head. “Nope. There are lots of different kinds of trolls. Rock trolls, bridge trolls … we used to merge together all the time to make us more powerful. There used to be seven and eight headed trolls who were like gods, but ...”

Fluttershy spaced out, struggling to imagine how that would work if their body was laid out in any way similar to the awkward one she and Greta had.

“The tradition kind of … fell apart a while back, and no one’s done it since,” Greta said.

“Everyone I asked told me they didn’t want to do that kind of thing. That it was over. That it was done with and that ‘our people’ didn’t do it anymore. But some of them still do ...” Greta sighed. “None of them wanted to do it with me, though.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Fluttershy said. “Sounds like a controversial issue. No wonder you went looking for a human to do with instead.”

“Yeah,” Greta said. “But despite everything, I’m glad I found you, Fluttershy.” Greta hugged
Fluttershy back. “Let’s promise to never leave each other, okay?”

Fluttershy grimaced. “Not sure I’m ready to commit to that just yet.” She pushed Greta’s arm off. “But … I’ll try to be better to you than my husband was to me.”

“And I know I’ll be better than to you than your husband was,” Greta assured. “And I’ll be better to you than the other trolls were to me.”

“I was ...” Greta said, looking at the ground, then at the sky. “I’ve been wanting something more than just what the other trolls have. So many of them have boyfriends or girlfriends, or they’re married … but none of them ever merge with each other. I wanted … something more. More than just a boyfriend, or marriage, I wanted, you know, someone to be with me.”

Fluttershy looked down at their body again, thinking on her own experiences. “I suppose it would be hard to get a divorce from this.”

Greta chuckled, though she stopped, thinking better of it.

“Okay,” Greta said. “I answered your question, Fluttershy. Now I want you to answer one of mine.”

“I promise nothing,” Fluttershy said, letting her accumulated bitterness slip back out. Greta stared at her uncomprehending.

Fluttershy sighed. “I’m sorry, Greta. That’s not fair for me to ask you a question and then not answer yours. I just … I’ve gotten so used to, you know, being myself so much that I started getting a little ...”

“Paranoid?” Greta suggested.

Fluttershy rocked her noncommittally with an uneasy grimace. She didn’t want to commit to that word, but she couldn’t think of better one off the top of her head right this second.

“Gah.” Fluttershy groaned, placing a hand around her shoulder. Even the fat around her shoulders seemed to jiggle when she moved her neck. She would hate to see what their body mass index was like this.

“Everything okay?” Greta asked with concern when she saw Fluttershy clutching at her shoulder.

“Peachy,” Fluttershy said, lying through her teeth. “What’s your question, Greta?” She said, eager to change the subject.

“How come you’ve never tried to visit your son?” Greta asked. “I mean, I know your husband is an absolute jerk, but couldn’t you try to arrange something? Visit your little boy now and again, just to see how he’s doing, so he doesn’t grow up completely without a mother?”

Fluttershy balked, caught completely off-guard by the question.

“Well, I ...”

Fluttershy’s first thought was to try and fiddle her fingers together anxiously, but she forgot she only had control of the arms on her side, so she couldn’t adopt her normal shy body positions to distract Greta from the fact she had no idea what to say.

“I mean, I certainly … well, it’s just that ...”

“Just that what?” Greta asked.

Fluttershy squeaked out an incomprehensible answer.

Greta sighed. She reached over and groped Fluttershy on her top boob, rubbing her fingers over Fluttershy’s nipple, stimulating her and making her nipple erect.

Fluttershy blushed and slapped Greta’s hand away.

“Ow.” Greta shook her hand. That stung. Fluttershy had a mean slap on her.

“What did you do that for!?” Fluttershy screamed. Well, as much as a scream as a Fluttershy can make, which didn’t amount to much.

“Sorry!” Greta said. “It’s just that whenever I get a little nervous or shy, I know a bit of massaging and some sexual stimulation helps me put right.”

“Ugh.” Fluttershy groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Really? Do you do this around the other trolls? Just start tweaking your nipples in the middle of a conversation? No wonder the rest of them don’t like you.”

Greta threatened to tear up again.

Fluttershy slapped a hand to her forehead when she realized her error.

“No, wait. I’m sorry, Greta, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’ve been … terribly out of practice being around people that I care about. It’s hard to go back to that after ...”

“Wait. You care about me?” Greta put a hand over her chest, touched.

“Well, I mean, yeah,” Fluttershy said. Her eyes widened in shock. Both from the realization that she had said it, and the terrifying realization that accompanied the words that ... she didn’t think she could have said the same thing to anybody when she woke up this morning.

“I mean,” Fluttershy said, “you seem like a sweet girl, Greta. Your problem is just that you have no idea how to communicate with people and you’re a little socially awkward. But it’s okay. I was, too, for a long time. Heck, I might still be, now, since I’ve barely been out of my house except to buy groceries.”

Fluttershy thought about how she never just started tweaking her nipples in the middle of conversation, but, showing signs of progress already, politely refrained from saying as much.

She reached over and put a hand around Greta’s neck. “It’s okay. I’ll help you.”

Greta teared up again, but this time it was tears of joy. “Oh, Fluttershy, thank you. Thank you so much.” She wrapped her arms around the two of them, giving Fluttershy another hug. Fluttershy did her best to smile through it as the motions make their boobs and belly jiggle and bounce again.

“I’ll help you too, Fluttershy,” Greta said. “I can help make you feel loved again, and you can help me work on my people skills.”

“But ...” Greta added, breaking the hug. “You never answered my question. Why don’t you go and try to see your son?”

“Question?” Fluttershy said, breaking into a cold sweat. “What question? I don’t remember any question.” In truth, she didn’t want to answer the question. Not because she didn’t know the answer.

Rather quite frankly because she knew exactly what the answer was, but she didn’t want to face it. If she didn’t answer Greta’s question, she could going and pretending like everything was fine, living in denial of the fact.

“Fluttershy,” Greta said, cupping Fluttershy’s cheek. “Why won’t you answer me? Am I pushing too hard? Ooh, did I say something rude? Oh, I knew it! Foiled by my poor people skills again!”

“No, Greta, no, it’s okay,” Fluttershy assured her. “It’s fine. I just … I’m having a little bit of trouble with it.”

Fluttershy wrapped both her arms under her boobs and stared off into the distance, bracing herself to speak the answer she didn’t want to reach her own ears.

“I’m … afraid,” Fluttershy admitted, and it felt like she was Atlas giving the world over to Hercules to carry to relieve him of his burden, even if only for a moment.

"What are you afraid of?" Greta asked. "What do you even have to be afraid of?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Fluttershy said. She awkwardly tried to step away, forgetting for a moment that she and Greta were bound together.

"Oh, my, look at this pretty bird," Fluttershy said, pointing to the a nearby tree.

"Fluttershy, it's the middle of the night. I don't believe you can actually see anything up there."

Fluttershy sighed. "You're right. I just ... don't want to talk about it."

Greta placed a hand around Fluttershy's neck. "It's just us. There's nobody else around. You can trust me, can't you?"

Fluttershy grunted.

Greta pursed her lips. "Right. Poor choice of words. What I meant to say was, you can confide in me. I won't tell a soul. Not a word you say will leave these lips if you don't want it to."

Fluttershy sighed and looked at their feet. She got distracted by their odd, three-legged, tripod set up before recalling herself back to the issue at hand.

"It's not that I don't want you to know, or that I want to keep it a secret or anything ... I just don't want to have to deal with it, or think about it, or anything."

Greta massaged Fluttershy's shoulders. "What is it? What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid ... he won't want to see me," Fluttershy said. "I'm afraid that he's going to hate me, because I wasn't there and I'm not in his life, and that he never wants to see me again."

"Why in the world would you think that?"

"Well, he never calls," Fluttershy grumbled.

"Call? How old is he, Fluttershy?"

"Five," Fluttershy said. She looked up at the sky in despair. "It's October. He'll be ten in a few months."

"Fluttershy, you can't expect a nine year old to know how to call you," Greta said. "Does he even know your number? Do you have a cell phone?"

"No," Fluttershy groaned. "No, I don't think he does. I have a cell phone, I just don't use it ..."

"Well, you know, this 'snapchat' thing I hear is all the rage these days," Greta said. "But you could try to contact them on there?"

"Maybe," Fluttershy said, burying her face into her hands.

"Hey," Greta said. "Hey, you still haven't answered my question. Why would he hate you? Just because you're not there?"

"Yes!"

Greta pursed her lips, not sure what to say. "You really think he'd hate you that much just for being away for a bit? For all he knows, you're just on a really long vacation."

Fluttershy shook her head. "He has his father. Of course he's going to hate me, because his father would just love to make it so that he hates me so even if I do ever find where they are, he won't want to see me. That'd be just like him ..."

"Your son is not his father," Greta said comfortingly. "And even if he is with just his father, I'm sure he misses his mother very much and wishes he could see you every day, and doesn't understand why he can't."

"Yeah ..." Fluttershy said. Her eyes widened as big as dinner plates, and she buried her face into her hands again as she sobbed. "Unless he found some new trophy wife to be his mother for him!"

Greta bit her lip. "Hey, hey, don't think like that. I'm sure even if he did get married, your son still knows it's not his real mother. Your husband's a jerk, right? He won't be able to hold on to another woman long enough to get married and make them into his nanny."

"He was charming enough to get me," Fluttershy replied.

Greta had no idea how to respond to that.

"Well," Greta said after a long silence, "I don't care what you think. I am sure, no, I am absolutely positive that wherever your son is, and whoever who's with, whether your husband has a new wife or not, he was wishing he could see and visit you."

"Thanks, Greta," Fluttershy said, making a half hearted effort to hide her face behind her hair like she used to do when she was a teen, but with her hairstyle changed by Greta’s magic, followed up by being soaked by Greta's tears and still not dry yet, it wasn't a very successful effort.

"I hope you're right." Fluttershy looked away.

Greta tapped her on the shoulder. "Let's go for a walk for a bit, Fluttershy. Clear our hands some."

Fluttershy blinked, not sure about the idea. Unable to offer any better alternative, she reluctantly accepted it. "Fine."

She tried to take a step forward and stumbled, still struggling to get used to her new leg set up.

Greta chuckled. "It's okay. Everyone struggles a bit at first. We'll practice. We'll take the time, and we'll get it right."

Greta reared her front leg up and took a step forward, and Fluttershy felt the weight shift between them, with a jiggle rippling through their belly that she found nauseating.

"Greta, if we're going to stay like this, we have got to talk about losing some weight," Fluttershy said.

Greta stared at Fluttershy as if she was speaking an alien language. "What?"

"Losing weight?" Fluttershy said. "You know, because we're ... so ... heavyset?" she put a hand on their belly and jiggled it up down to demonstrate.

Greta still didn't seem to get it. She chuckled. "You're funny, Fluttershy.

Fluttershy rolled her eyes.

Taking a moment to make sure they were on the same page, they took a step forward, first Fluttershy, then Greta, with their extraneous legs coming up behind them.

"This isn't so bad," Fluttershy thought as they continued walking, developing a beat that Fluttershy familiarized herself with. "It's just like a three-legged race. Just. You know. Permanent." Her face dimmed as she said this.

Greta felt bad but didn't know what to say.

There were footsteps coming from one of the sidewalks, and Fluttershy's panic alarms went off.
"Someone's coming! Hide!"

"Hide?" Greta asked. She felt Fluttershy jerk, trying to get them to a nearby bushes, but she tugged her side of the body and pulled Fluttershy back. "Why would we need to hide?"

"Because, Greta, I don't know if you've noticed, but most people in this neighborhood are not two-headed trolls!" Fluttershy snapped. "If someone sees us like this, we're going to have a lot of explaining to do, and that's not something that I want to bother dealing with as of right this minute. Or even worse, they could call the police and report that there's a monster in the neighborhood! They could get scared and collapse on the spot, or worse, they could have a heart attack."

"Relax," Greta said, patting Fluttershy condescendingly on the head, though Fluttershy was sure she didn't mean it that way. "No one will panic. I know troll magic. Once we're done fusing, I cast a spell to disguise us. No one will suspect a thing."

"Hey," the passerby, a young man dressed in a vampire costume, pointed finger guns at them and gave an approving smile. "Nice troll costume." He walked by them without raising a fuss.
Fluttershy glared at Greta, making an unpleasant grunt.

"What?"

"Greta, he called us a troll. Do you mean to tell me that you disguised us as a two-headed troll ... by making us look like a costume of a two-headed troll?"

"What's wrong with it?" Greta asked. "The best place to hide is in plain sight, isn't it?"

Fluttershy chewed on her lips as she chewed it over in her thoughts. "I suppose. I'm still not sure I'm comfortable with it."

"What do I have to do to make you comfortable, Fluttershy?"

"You could start with figuring out to separate us and give me my own body back," Fluttershy snapped.

Greta squealed, hurt.

"Damn it." Fluttershy slapped her forehead. "I'm sorry, Greta, that was uncalled for. I ... guess I'm still not over it yet."

"Like how you're still not over your husband being a bad egg?" Greta asked, chuckling.

Fluttershy wanted to be angry at that remark, but she found she just couldn't. Maybe because Greta was right, or maybe she was just too tired after a long, exhausting, frustrating day to put the energy into it.

"Yeah," Fluttershy said. "Like that."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that with me," Greta said. She leaned over and gave Fluttershy a kiss on the cheek. "Through thick and thin we'll stay together. I'll stay with you, Fluttershy. No matter what happens." She nuzzled her cheek against Fluttershy's. "After all, two heads are better than one!"

"Thanks, Greta," Fluttershy said. "I appreciate you saying that."

She looked around the area and her eyes were caught by the sight of a bluejay in a nearby branch.

Enticed by the prospect of dealing with animals again, animals, which, she thought privately, were so much more reliable than humans, Fluttershy dragged them over to the tree, having attained enough mastery of their body setup that she could dictate where Greta would go by sheer force alone.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Greta shouted as she was pulled along.

They stopped by the tree and Fluttershy held her hand out to the bird. She was alway good with birds. They would just flock into her hands.

The blue jay looked down at and flinched. It seemed to Fluttershy like its eyes could pierce through Greta's illusion, and seeing their true form made it afraid. But it cautiously peered over and looked into Fluttershy's eyes, and seemed to recognize her like a friend.

The bird chirped and flew out, landing onto Fluttershy's wrist. Fluttershy brought it up to her face and nuzzled its head softly, like she used to do with the birds around Canterlot High School.
Feeling a little more like her old self, Fluttershy whistled a note to the bird. The bird chirped back, and soon they were passing notes back and forth, working on their own composition. It made Fluttershy laugh.

"Fluttershy!" Greta gasped. "You're glowing!"

"Oh, why thank you, Greta. That's very sweet of you to say."

"No, I mean, you're actually glowing! Look!"

Fluttershy held her arm out. Her half of the body was encased in a bright glow, like when she used to 'pony up' as Rainbow Dash dubbed in their many fights against monsters and demons.

"Huh," Fluttershy said. "So I am."

The bird seemed just as confused as she was.

Author's Note

By now, you might be questioning the M rating, as I was, as nothing about this premise seemed inherently adult - Greta's tweaking was something I improvised into the script just for some variety's sake - but the commissioner has assured me more mature content will be forthcoming.

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Two Hearts Becoming One

Fluttershy turned her attention back to the bird, ignoring the glow on her hand.

“How are you, Mister Bird?”

The bird chirped back. Greta didn’t understand a word of it, but Fluttershy giggled as if the bird had just told her a humorous anecdote.

“I see! Well, I’m sure your wife will forgive you. Maybe if you bring her some birdseed? I have some at the feeder at my house. It’s just over … uh, that way, I think.” Fluttershy pointed. The bird chirp graciously, then flew off down the street.

Greta looked at Fluttershy and the bird, confused.

“Fluttershy, did you just … talk to that bird?”

“Oh,” Fluttershy said. “I guess I did. Wait, I talked to it?” She gasped and pressed a hand to her cheek. “I talked to it! I did, I did!”

She jumped up for joy, barely making it off the ground because of still being attached to Greta, but she didn’t care.

Greta, however, remained confused.

Fluttershy bounded down the street, dragging Greta with her, overpowering Greta’s weight with her enthusiasm.

“Where are we even going?” Greta asked as her arms flailed uselessly behind them, like a torn flag on the mast of a speeding ship.

“To find some animals, silly!” Fluttershy said, as if this were the most patently obvious thing in the world. “Ooh, there’s one now!”

Discovering a beautiful gray stray cat, Fluttershy ran up to it and approached it. It tensed up as if seeing the approach of the giantess and piercing through Greta’s weak glamour, but it calmed down as though it knew no harm would come to it.

“Hello, Mister Cat! How are you today?” Fluttershy asked while Greta continued to stare in confusion.

The cat gave a long yowling meow. Then it scratched its ear, and meowed.

Fluttershy put a hand over her heart as if struck. “Oh! Well, that’s a very rude thing to say, Mister Cat.”

The cat growled and purred as though to say “I don’t care.” Then it pounced and disappeared behind a bush, having spotted something that caught its eye.

“Can’t you believe it?” Fluttershy asked Greta. “He said I was fat.”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Greta nodded, trying not to let show that she couldn’t believe it – could not, in fact, believe Fluttershy could talk to animals at all.

“Let’s find another,” Fluttershy said.

“Maybe let’s not and say we did?” Greta suggested innocently, not liking the idea of going on another ride, but Fluttershy bounded off anyway with an exuberance Greta found overwhelming. The exact opposite sensation she had got when she asked Fluttershy to merge with her. She hoped Fluttershy would calm down eventually. She didn’t think she could stand being merged with someone this energetic all the time.

“Oh! There’s another bird! Hi, bird! Can you understand me?”

The bird looked down at Fluttershy and chirped a happy tune, then it continued on its flight path.

Fluttershy giggled, elated. “Oh, I wonder if there any squirrels around?” She gasped, seeing a dog some ways down the street. But with her energy, it took no time at all for her to rush forward and greet the dog.

“Hello, Mister Dog!” Fluttershy greeted him, and the dog looked up at her and panted, wagging its tail happily. It was obviously not a guard dog. “How are you today?”

The dog answered her by rolling over onto its back and presenting its belly to her.

“Do you want a belly rub?” Fluttershy asked, and the dog panted in response. “Sure thing!” She bent down and rubbed the dog’s tummy, her hands as gentle as ever despite the fact they were now like a troll’s – large and stony.

After a while, the dog squirmed out from Fluttershy’s hand, got up, and went walking around its yard as though it had forgotten about Fluttershy.

Fluttershy then noticed a rat coming up by the fence.

“Oh, don’t go this way, Mr. Rat! There’s a very big and scary dog this way, and if he finds you, he’ll eat it!”

The rat chittered and squeaked, thanking Fluttershy for the warning, then turned and left.

“Oh, Greta, I’m so happy!” Fluttershy cupped Greta’s cheek and gave her a smooch on the other cheek.

Greta blushed and babbled, flattered that a pretty woman like Fluttershy would give her this kind of physical attention. She reached over with her arms and drew Fluttershy into a tight hug.

“Maybe we can find another bird,” Fluttershy suggested, beginning to take off again.

“Wait!” Greta stomped her foot to slow Fluttershy down, leaving a crack in the roadway. “Fluttershy, I don’t mind you petting dogs, but could you please explain what the heck is going on?”

“Oh. I’m sorry, Greta. I guess I must have got carried away.”

Greta rolled her eyes. “You’re still not answering my question.”

“Oh, yes! Well, you see, Greta, I had … or I used to have the ability to talk to animals.” Fluttershy looked at the ground. “Shortly after I graduated, it started … fading. I didn’t think too much of it at the time. I thought I was just … out of practice, and then as soon I’d pick it up again, everything would be right as rain. All I had to do was get a cat or dog and just chat with them every once in awhile and I’d bring it back. But … that didn’t happen.” Fluttershy sighed.

“Especially not after my husband,” Fluttershy said. “Honestly, by that point, I had felt it going away for awhile … but … it wasn’t until then, after our divorce, and all the pain and misery I had to go through for that … after that, I realized it was truly gone. And I didn’t think it ever come back. But now it has.” She looked at Greta with tears welling up in her eyes. “Thanks to you.”

Greta put a finger to her mouth. “Fluttershy, I don’t know what to say.”

“There’s nothing to say,” Fluttershy said, reaching over and hugging Greta. “Except ‘thank you.’”

They stood there in the street, hugging each other, bathing in the light of Fluttershy’s revitalization.

Greta did have a thought that unnerved her slightly. They were one entity, weren’t they? Two people sharing a body? Shouldn’t they have shared abilities? So shouldn’t she be able to understand animals as well? What was it about Fluttershy’s magic that it refused to share with her?

Fluttershy, meanwhile, was thinking of what a blessing this was. Sure, she’d been upset when she realized Greta had misconstrued the nature of the merging process, but to have her ability to talk to animals back … her connection with nature, which had been savaged and torn apart by the twin ravages of both time and her husband. If melding with Greta was the price she had to pay to get that back, Fluttershy would pay it two times over.

Fluttershy wished there was a way she could thank Greta. Not even the merging seemed like gift enough at this point. Greta had given her back something precious. She gripped her arms around Greta’s side tighter, wondering what she could do to show her appreciation.

“Okay, Fluttershy,” Greta said, “I appreciate you warming up to me, but you’re, uh, really warming up, so you can stop hugging me now.”

“I don’t want to,” Fluttershy said.

“No, but I mean, really, please stop. You’re burning up.”

“What?” Fluttershy pulled away. She looked down at her hands and saw that her half of their body was glowing with a faint golden aura.

“Oh no,” Fluttershy said. Experience had taught her things like this could be good, or go very bad very quickly.

Not helping with Fluttershy’s decision on how to feel about this at all, Greta’s skin also began glowing, though in a less glamorous gray color.

Their hands raised up to the sky, not by them, but as if pulled by puppet strings. Sparkles appeared on their fingertips and began shooting off sparks that flew up into the sky, coaslecing together into two balls of light.

Greta and Fluttershy exchanged nervous glances.

The two balls of light circled each other. They batted at each other, crashing into the other like wrestling birds. But then they backed off. They reshaped into spectral hands, gripped each other, and gave a firm handshake to show an end to hostilities.

Fluttershy and Greta gasped, clutching at their stomachs and falling to knees. Pleasurable sensations overwhelmed, as if each of them had just finished having sex, followed by a well-cooked meal made b a loving spouse.

They breathed heavily and looked at each other with wide-eye expressions, neither of them sure what to think at first. But as they faced off, they stared into the other’s eyes with a sense of longing. A passion was enveloping them from within, and they knew what they had to do.

Both of them reached out to cup cheek of the other, and they brought heads together into a mutual kiss on the lips – the spot reserved for true partners.

A shudder went through them, and they looked down as they felt a tingle in their sides. Their body slimmed down, a fraction of an inch disappearing from their sides. A small change, but it had an enormous impact and made them look much slimmer at a glance. It made Fluttershy feel better, at least.

Fluttershy ran a hand down her side to feel the change in her weight. She was interrupted by a vague, pleasurable sensation going through her body, and she let out a moan.

Greta gave a moan of her own. They tried to look each other in the eye like they did before, but they couldn’t focus their vision.

Their eyes drifted upwards to where the magic was still rubbing against each other, as if the magics in them were engaged in some carnal pleasure of their own, in an alien and incomprehensible way.

Greta, curious, grabbed at her own side as well, feeling the folds in her body fat – how they turned slim. Still heavyset, but looking all the more healthy – possibly because her skin color was changing as well, becoming a light cyan blue color.

Both of them moaned again, and as they opened their mouths, light poured from their eyes.

Fluttershy gasped, going through an intense experience. It felt like she was in a science fiction movie going through hyperspace.

She was being pushed, rushed, dragged along through what must have been Greta’s memories. She saw almost close to five hundred things at once, yet she was able to intuit and understand them all easily.

She saw it. Fluttershy saw it all. The other trolls teasing her. Her having trouble controlling her libido, frequently excusing herself in high school to go and masturbate. Running into a self-destructive spiral where she masturbated frequently when she was stressed, or got teased by bullies, which made her do it more, which alienated her more and made the other trolls see her as a freak. Her mother talking to her about the ‘old ways’ - how trolls would merge with each other, and maybe that would help her if she could someone she trusted. Someone to be close to her and keep her from letting all the bad habits and poor coping mechanisms she developed from going on.

But it hadn’t worked out. Since she was already such an outcast, none of the other trolls wanted to do with her – a few of them, including her father, even told her it was a stupid idea, and that the entire trollkind ‘didn’t do things that way anymore.’

Running into the human world in a last, desperate attempt to find someone. Anyone, who would take that risk and merge with her, before she got even worse.

Asking person after person in the human world. Some of them seemed willing at first. At least one of them seemed turned on by the idea, even. But they all turned her down when she explained it further. Even the kinky one. She backed out at the last second.

Fluttershy could feel Greta’s desperation, the darkness mounting in her heart, the blackness. Fluttershy recognized it. It was depression. Pure, plain depression, brought about by her inability to find a partner to merge with. And she recognized it because she had been living with the same thing.

Greta saw that. While their magic took Fluttershy on a grand tour through Greta’s memories, it gave Greta the same trip through Fluttershy’s.

Greta saw, she felt Fluttershy’s gradual decline from the happy days of high school. She felt Fluttershy’s hand on the phone as if it were her own hand, whose fingers dropped off the phone one by one as her friend told her they couldn’t hang out today because of some other thing – writing a grant, going to a sports competition, throwing a party. None of them had the time. None of them ever made the time, and weren’t friends supposed to make time for friends?

Greta – not Greta, Fluttershy – Greta was starting lose track of who did what. This experience was so strange and confusing. She could lose herself if she wasn’t careful.

She felt what Fluttershy mentioned – how her ability to communicate with animals seemed to wane after graduating. With the advantages of being a second viewing, Greta saw it also seemed to ebb along with the decay of her friendships.

Greta saw and felt Fluttershy meeting the man who would be her husband. How charming he was, how quiet and patient, a perfect match for her. Then it all went crashing down, and they divorced, and he got custody, because Fluttershy couldn’t make a very good argument on the court with her quiet voice. Not without her friends to back her up and encourage her and give her strength. And that was how she got to be where she was. Living all alone in her house.

The worst part was when Fluttershy picked up an old photo of a friend of hers – Rarity, Greta gleaned the name being, having it transferred into her head. Greta could tell, given the hours, the days Fluttershy spent looking at the photo that Fluttershy had developed feelings for her. That she loved her as much as she ever loved her husband. But she, unlike Fluttershy’s ex, was, and always would be out of reach, physically and emotionally – at least that was how Fluttershy felt.

Greta grew a little jealous and resentful. What had this Rarity done for Fluttershy? She made her a few dresses in high school, then disappeared out of her life – yet Fluttershy felt strongly for her. Greta could feel that. But then, whatever process was making this happen responded to her thoughts, showing her a thousand images of Rarity helping her, of Rarity being kind, and generous, and thoughtful, and pushing Fluttershy to do things Fluttershy normally wouldn’t ever do. But things that Fluttershy enjoyed doing once she did do them.

Greta exhaled. At least she thought she did. It was hard to tell. But she did try to calm down.

Just as they felt all the miserable things that brought them here, and the both of them were on the verge of tears, the memories changed to more recent events – happier events, even if Fluttershy had some trouble realizing it at first.

Fluttershy felt the elation, the delight Greta had when she agreed to the merge. The wonderful sense of relief, to know she had finally found someone to be with her, and to help take care of her. Someone who could maybe even salvage Greta’s ability to have friends.

Greta felt the relief Fluttershy felt when she found she could talk to animals again. Somehow or another, being with Greta had reignited that spark, and Fluttershy could translate anything from the tiniest mouse to the mightiest eagle without trouble.

Fluttershy realized it, too. Upset as she was when she completed the merge, and felt like Greta had tricked her, or at the very least left out a few things she wanted to know, she could talk to animals again. That might not have ever happened without Greta.

The two of them both blinked, and when they opened their eyes, they found themselves floating in space, their bodies separated and shrunken down to back when they were teenagers. Rainbows and auroras surrounded them.

“Where are we?” Greta asked, looking around.

“I … don’t know,” Fluttershy said. “I think … maybe we’re inside our minds? What’s this?” She noticed her hand was curled around something, and unfurled it to show it was a heart. Greta was holding one, too.

“I think … we know what we have to do,” Fluttershy said.

Greta nodded.

They walked towards each other, holding their hearts out. With a deep breath, they let go of their own and reached out to take hold of the other’s, taking the heart into their grasp and trying to hold it as gently as they could.

There was another blinding flash, and when their vision cleared, they were standing back where they were, bodies still merged.

“What in the world was that?” Greta asked, placing a hand over her head. She felt dizzy and disoriented.

“I’m … I’m not sure,” Fluttershy said.

Both of them shivered and moaned as a pleasurable sensation washed over their bodies and stimulated them. Neither of them were sure where it came from, but both of them very aroused and horny. They felt on the brink of an orgasm.

Fluttershy nervously ran a hand through her hair. “Greta, do you maybe want to ...”

“I would love to,” Greta said, knowing what Fluttershy was going to ask, reaching over and grabbing Fluttershy’s boob.

Fluttershy blushed. She wiggled her hands, a little shy about it, but she reached over and pinched the butt-cheek on Greta’s side, getting a yelp from Greta in response.

“Oh, maybe don’t do that,” Greta said with a nervous chuckle. “I’m sensitive down there.”

“So you are,” Fluttershy observed idly.

Greta reached over to grope at Fluttershy again, before turning her hand away and tucking it in shyly towards her chest.

“What’s wrong?” Fluttershy asked.

“I don’t know,” Greta said. “It’s just – are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I did kind of trick you into this merge thing – I didn’t mean to, but I just … I was so desperate, and I’ve been alone for so long, my people skills kind of … exploded.”

“I noticed,” Fluttershy murmured.

“And now I’m asking you to have sex! In our own body!” Greta said. “That’s kind of weird, isn’t it?”

“Greta, Greta,” Fluttershy said, grabbing hold of Greta’s cheeks before she started babbling again. “I trust you. I’ve seen what you go through, and … I know you saw what I’ve been through. I consent. I … I want to do this.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” Fluttershy reached to bat at her hair, before remembering it had been turned into a completely different hair style. “It’s my body, too, right? And if I’m going to stick with it, I might as well figure out how it works, um, that way. I mean … I’ll horny, eventually, right?”

Fluttershy paused.

“Do trolls get horny, or was that unique to you?”

Greta blushed and turned away.

“No, I’m sorry, that was kind of a jerk question … I shouldn’t have even thought of it. But anyway, are you down for this?”

“I am if you are,”

“And I’ve told you, I am, so let’s get started!”

Fluttershy reached over and lightly brushed a finger over Greta’s nipples. She rubbed gently and delicately at the soft spot, and Greta quickly moaned, responding positively to the touch. It was just like Fluttershy – it was a small thing, but it did volumes, quickly getting Greta aroused in a pleasant and controlled way. A way she hadn’t experienced in a long time herself.

Greta pursed her lips, not sure how she would match this. She never really touched another woman this way before, and the fact the woman was sharing her body did nothing to curb how awkward and shy she felt about it. She didn’t have Fluttershy’s gentle touch. She leaned into that and just reached out and grabbed at Fluttershy’s breast, though the squeal Fluttershy gave in response didn’t sound entirely pleasurable, and she withdrew her hand.

“Here,” Fluttershy took a hand and took Greta’s second wrist into it. “Let me show you. Try it like this.” She brought Greta’s hand over, pulling and unfurling Greta’s finger, and pressing it gently to her nipple. “Now rub. Gently.”

Greta looked at her finger, then at Fluttershy’s face, then back to her finger.

“It’s okay,” Fluttershy assured her. “We can give it a few tries until you get it right. Not everyone gets it on their first try.” She giggled, thinking of happier times. “I remember when my husband and I ...” she trailed off, her happier times giving way to unhappy times of her awful divorce.

Greta disregarded the lesson and squeezed with her whole hand in order to break Fluttershy away and make her think about something else.

Fluttershy narrowed her eyes, displeased that Greta ignored what she was trying to teach her, but a minute later she realized what Greta had done and smiled.

“Thank you,” Fluttershy said. “I needed that.”

“Sounds like you need a lot of things, Fluttershy. Someone to love you, for one. Someone who will care about you and stay by your side. Not like your dumb stupid ex.”

“Don’t ...” Fluttershy began a weak defense before thinking better of it. Greta was right. Her ex was dumb. And stupid. And he smelled, too. “Yeah, you’re right!”

“See?” Greta said. “You’re a wonderful person, Fluttershy, and you’re beautiful, too. Your ex was a dummy to give you up. But at least now you can be with me.”

Fluttershy nodded.

“Weren’t we supposed to be having sex? Not opening up our hearts to each other?”

“Oh, what’s the difference?” Greta said with a wave of her hand.

“Well, both of them feel good, but only one makes us orgasm,” Fluttershy looked down at their joined crotch. That was another thing she wanted to know. If one of them orgasmed, did they both orgasm? Or was it secluded, split off only to the side of the cunt being fingered?

Only way to find out.

Well, they could probably ask the other trolls. Even if they had stopped merging, there were probably some books on the subject.

But this way was more fun.

Trying again, Greta and Fluttershy reached across their shared chest and groped the breast on the other’s side. This time, they both used their whole hands, gently lifting and bouncing the other’s boobs, feeling it jiggle and sway in their grip.

Fluttershy was amazed to discover how light and bouncy her boob actually felt when Greta began to play with. And how Greta’s felt the same way. It moved not so much the way a boob should, but more like jello in her grip that barely held together.

Fluttershy pressed her fingers down and squeezed, testing Greta’s boob. Unlike herself, Greta seemed to enjoy it, as she got a goofy smile on her face and giggled.

“How do you enjoy that?” Fluttershy asked. “I can’t seem to get into myself.”

Greta shrugged, or played at shrugging. “I guess I just like a little rougher play than you do, that’s all.”

“That’s probably true,” Fluttershy said. She craned her neck and looked over at Greta’s backside. “So … are you sure you don’t want me to do this?” she reached around and groped Greta’s ass again.

Greta let out an eep and blushed, but she didn’t swat Fluttershy’s hand away. In fact, she seemed confused.

“That’s odd. I didn’t like that so much the last time you did that.”

“I was gentler this time,” Fluttershy said, with perhaps just a touch of smugness.

Greta giggled. “Oh, you. Oh!” She squeaked when Fluttershy gripped harder.

“Your butt is so firm but soft, too,” Fluttershy mused, running her fingers over the stores of fat on Greta’s butt.

“Yeah? Let’s see how you like it,” Greta said, though in an obvious playful voice. She reached over and gripped Fluttershy on her side of the butt, and Fluttershy gave her own girlish squeal.

Greta couldn’t keep herself from chuckling. “Wow, Fluttershy. You squeal like you’re still fourteen.”

“Oh, I wish I was still fourteen!” Fluttershy complained. “Before my friends disappeared and I got married to that awful jerk!”

“Hey,” Greta said. “You need to get your head out of the past. You can’t keep going on like this, day in, day out, letting every little thing remind of what you used to be. You gotta move on, you know? Live your life, even if it hasn’t turned out exactly the way you expect.”

“You’re right, you’re right … I just ...”

Greta pinched Fluttershy’s butt-cheek to distract her. “You just what?” she asked cheekily.

“Oh, you!” Fluttershy responded by groping Greta’s boob and her butt at the same time, digging her fingers in deep into the pockets of fat.

Greta smiled and moaned. “That … that actually feels really good, Fluttershy. More. More!”

Fluttershy did her best to fulfill the request, sinking her fingers in as far as she could get them to go.

Greta panted, her eyes rolling up. “Yes! That’s the stuff!” She reached over and did the same to Fluttershy, groping her boob and butt at the same time.

Fluttershy gave another squeal, though this sounded more like a mature woman’s than a young girl’s.

“There we go,” Greta said. “That’s the sound we want to hear.”

The two of them continued to grab at and play with each other’s body this way, feeling how soft and squishy their skin was.

Eventually, they pushed too hard and made the inner sides of their boobs bounce and slap against each other, giving themselves a smack that made their cleavage bounce and jiggle. It left both of them feeling dazed and confused – first because of the pain, then because it … actually felt kinda nice.

Seeking to confirm the results of their experiment, they pulled their breasts apart and let them fly, where they smack into each other again, and the same thing happened. It felt good, despite how unusual a motion it was and the slight sting that followed.

Getting an idea, they slapped themselves on their butts to try and make their butt cheeks do the same thing. To their surprise, it worked, and their butt cheeks jiggled around and slapped together, bouncing all over the place.

They giggled. They repeated the process. They started jumping up and down, trying to make their body fat jiggle as much as possible.

Fluttershy had to admit to herself, while she wasn’t a big fan of their heavyset body-type at first, she was growing to like how plump and full she felt. It was assuring, like she was a big grapefruit and she knew she would never run out of juice.

The sound of their laughter filled the grove, and they resumed fondling at each other’s boobs and butt as they bounded around.

“Oh, Greta! This is lovely!”

“It is! It really is!” Greta inhaled sharply. “Oh, Fluttershy … it’s so wonderful having someone with me like this! I’m so excited, and it feels so good to jiggle with you!”

“I feel the same way!”

“Oh, I could almost … Fluttershy, I could almost climax right now!”

“Right now?” Fluttershy asked, mildly confused. “Already?”

“Yes, already!”

Now that she thought about, Fluttershy was feeling a warm, wet sensation near her thighs. It would appear the orgasm would be shared between them.

“Higher!” Greta demanded. “Let’s jump higher and jiggle even more! So high we reach the moon!”

“Maybe not there,” Fluttershy mumbled. “I hear strange men live there.”

Fluttershy’s teeth chattered as she felt the vibes or orgasm beginning to flow through her, the same way they were going through Greta. She could feel they were already past the point where she could do anything to stop it.

After their next landing, Greta bounded up her legs and brought them hurtling upwards without consulting Fluttershy about it. They went up much higher than before, and Fluttershy could see why it appealed to Greta. There was something charming and quaint about the way they jiggled as they fell back down to earth, air and gravity pushing up against their body fat.

After their next landing, they bent their legs and prepared to bound further up, but doing so caused all four of their boobs to jiggle and smack together in an oddly pleasurable way, ripples going through their body. The effect on her their body made Fluttershy go crossed-eyed and stick her tongue out, giggling as she recovered from the pleasant sting.

“Fluttershy …” Greta groaned, eyes blinking like she was in heat. “Fluttershy, this feels great, but I need more to … you know.”

Fluttershy mumbled, trying to think. She glanced down at Greta’s thighs and shyly reached over, plunging her arm down Greta’s crotch and making her way to Greta’s vagina. When she located the slit, she brushed her fingers over the top of it, lightly, gently. She blushed. She’d never touched another woman like this before, and she was nervous if she was doing it right or now.

Closing her eyes and counting to three, Fluttershy plunged her fingers into Greta’s cunt.

Greta squealed. She moaned softly, looking down at Fluttershy’s arm as it bobbed back and forth.. Eventually, she smiled.

“Could I …?” Greta asked tentatively, raising a finger.

“Oh, but of course.”

With some trepidation, Greta reached over and did the same to Fluttershy, plunging her hand down their body and found her way to Fluttershy’s slit. She pressed at it curiously, softly, at first, before pressing her two very thick and heavy-handed fingers deep inside the hole.

“Easy, Greta, easy,” Fluttershy said. She breathed heavily, getting wet in seconds. Greta was pretty good at this, and it embarrassed to Fluttershy to remember why that was.

As they got more and more comfortable with it, they increased the pace and intensity of their fingering.They began to heave back and forth, losing their balance from the rigorousness of their rubbing.

“Oh, Fluttershy! I’m going to … I’m going to!”

“Wait, wait! Hold it in for just a second!” Fluttershy shouted.

“Why?”

“Greta, we’re still close to the neighborhood!”

“Yeah? So? Let them see us, we’ve got the glamour spell on.”

“I’m not worried about them seeing us – I’m worried about them hearing us! How loud are you when you orgasm?”

“Pretty loud … oh.” It took a moment to catch up on what Fluttershy meant. “What do we do?”

“I don’t know! Run into the forest?”

Fluttershy’s teeth chattered again. That wouldn’t do any good. They were already too close.

“Uh … uh … kiss!”

“What?”

“Let’s kiss each other!” Fluttershy blurted out. “That way we can muffle our screams with our mouths!”

Greta wasn’t entirely sure that would work, but Fluttershy grabbed her cheeks and pulled her into a deep smooch before she could say so.

Greta moaned, eyes fluttering. Fluttershy was a good kisser. Her lips were soft, too, just like her voice.

Fluttershy lost herself in it. This wasn’t normally the kind of straightforward thing she would do, but once she threw herself in it, she was committed. She pressed her tongue into Greta’s mouth, and Greta tried to do the same, but all that happened was that their tongues kept pushing other and prevented the other from gaining any ground. Nothing at all like how it read in the romance novels Rarity used to share with Fluttershy.

It became a moot point, as the orgasm after so much teasing finally hit them both. It was so intense they dropped onto their sides, holding on to each other tightly as they experienced sweet release. Their whole body shook like a rattle, and Fluttershy completely forgot any of her questions about troll anatomy. It was short, but it didn’t need to be a nerve-wracking, drawn-out sensuous experience for them to be walk away satisfied.

Their orgasm finished, their arms dropped to their sides, and they laid down on the ground where they were, content to nap for the next hour or so, all worries forgotten.

A Happy Ending

“Well, Greta,” Fluttershy said as they pushed themselves up from off the ground. “That certainly was … an experience unlike any other I’ve ever had.”

“Aw, shucks.” Greta blushed. “Thanks, Fluttershy.” Greta turned her head and sighed. “I admit, maybe these night hasn’t gone entirely as I’d hoped … but I found you, and for that, I’m glad. And I hope that even if we weren’t stuck together, you’d still be my friend.” She leaned over and gave Fluttershy’s half of their body a hug.

“Of course,” Fluttershy said, patting Greta on the hand.

“What do you say we head home and go rest up for the night?” Greta asked.

“Home? You mean you have a home?”

“Well, I have a place where I live, at any rate. Come on, I’ll take you there. I’ll show you our bed.”

Fluttershy followed Greta’s lead into a forest that was a little ways out from the outskirts of her neighborhood. She brought Fluttershy up to a particular tree that, at first glance, did not seem like it was capable of supporting a creature as large as Greta for a home, even before she doubled her body mass by adding Fluttershy’s to it.

“This is your home?” Fluttershy asked, confused.

“Sure is! Nothing like home, sweet home, am I right?”

“Of course,” Fluttershy said, smiling nervously. She didn’t like the idea of them trying to sleep in this dinky little tree with their huge body.

“What’s with that face, Fluttershy?” Greta asked.

“What?” Fluttershy asked through gritted teeth. “I’m not making a face.”

Greta chuckled. “Oh, I know what the problem is. Here. This whole tree isn’t actually our home. It’s just the front.”

“What?”

Greta grabbed the tree and swung open, and a door appeared in thin, invisible until now, yet clearly attached to the slender tree.

“I can’t wait to show you around the place,” Greta said, and she skipped inside.

Despite the fact that was an entire, good-sized house hidden by magic that somehow fit perfectly into the tree, cheating the laws of physics, Fluttershy was not overly impressed at first. There were candy wrappers all over the floor, the dishes were stacked up hapharzardly in the sink, and honestly, the place smelled. For house concealed with magic, it sure was filthy and in need of some upkeep.

“You live like this?” Fluttershy asked incredulously.

“No! Sometimes. Not all the time!” Greta’s nose wrinkled. “Honestly, I didn’t realize it had gotten this bad.”

“Well, of course you didn’t,” Fluttershy said. “You were depressed from not finding someone to merge with, so you fell into living like this. But not to worry, Greta.” Fluttershy went over and started picking up the wrappers. “Now that I’m here, I’ll see to it we get this place cleaned up and made right. By the time we’re done, you won’t even recognize it.”

“But I like this house,” Greta said, confused.

“Greta, it’s an expression,” Fluttershy said with exsperation.

“Ooh! … I don’t get it. Why would you live in a house you don’t recognize?”

Fluttershy rolled her eyes. She went to go some of the socks off the floor.

“Oh, someone should do the dishes,” Greta tried to take a step towards the sink, but Fluttershy held her foot firm.

Fluttershy loudly cleared her throat, and Greta felt embarrassed.

“Greta,” Fluttershy said, “if this is going to work, you and I are going to have to work together on this.”

“Sorry, I know,” Greta said. “It’s just, sometimes I still can’t believe I was lucky enough to find you.”

“Well, aren’t you precious,” Fluttershy patted Greta on the head. “But I’m going to be the one who decides which chores get done first, and I say we clean up the floor.”

“Why the floor?” Greta asked.

“Because, Greta, if we’re going to have guests over, we need better than this,” Fluttershy said. “Dishes are understandable, but not the floor.”

They resumed picking things up off the floor, putting their multimple limbs to good use in order to continue roving through the floor, like an archaric early vaccum cleaner. It was soon cleaned up of debris, and Fluttershy looked on it proudly.

“Wait a minute,” Fluttershy said. “You’ve enchanted this house.”

“Yes?” Greta asked. “Fluttershy, if you’re worried about how your friends are going to find the house, don’t. I’ll give them exact instructions.”

“No, I mean,” Fluttershy said. “You’ve enchanted this house so that it fits into a smaller space that it actually takes up. Or at least appears that way.”

“Yeah? … Where you going with this?”

“Can you cast it on us?” Fluttershy asked. “It would be wonderful to be smaller again. I don’t like having to walk on these tree trunk legs. No offense.”

“No, no, I understand!” Greta said. “You want something more like your old body to walk around in. I get it! I do. Now, I think I can whip something up to make that work, but I have one condition.”

“Condition?” Fluttershy asked, raising an eyebrow and wondering if she was going to have to get snippy with Greta again.

“You … have to do all the dishes by yourself,” Greta said.

Fluttershy scoffed. “That’s it?”

“That’s it,” Greta said. “Do we have a deal, or no deal?”

“It seems kind of rude to make me do all the dishes by myself when you’re literally right next to me, but … sure, okay, fine. Deal.”

They shook on it, then walked over to the sink. Fluttershy started the water running while Greta began chanting an incantation.

As she was running the sponge over a plate, Fluttershy looked up at the window next to the sink.

“Would you like at that,” Fluttershy said.

“Look at what?” Greta asked, interrupting her incantation.

“Look,” Fluttershy gestured with her head at the window. “It’s starting to snow.”

“Already?” Greta asked. “Goodness, the time really does fly by, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah ...” Fluttershy looked down at the sink, wondering what she was going to do now that she was joined with Greta permanently. Time was so precious, and all of that she spent not with her son felt … awful. Horrible. She had felt so lonely in the world, so lost and disconnected.

But now she was with Greta. It hadn’t started off on the best foot, but Fluttershy was glad it happened. It was like Greta had pulled her out of a tunnel, and now that she was back in the light of day, Fluttershy could tell just how really troubled she had been. She would have gone down a dark if Greta hadn’t thrown a wrench into the works and interrupted Fluttershy’s path towards becoming an old crone that people avoided.

“Greta?” Fluttershy said.

“Fluttershy,” Greta said.

“I just wanted to say thank you for finding me,” Fluttershy said. “And … being the change that I needed in my life.”

“Aww, you’re welcome!” Greta leaned and pressed their cheeks together. “And I’m … sorry I wasn’t a little … more clear on what joining meant when I met you.”

“No, no, I understand,” Fluttershy said. “You weren’t thinking straight. You had a long night. You’d been so alone, so awfully alone for so long that your people skills just kind of … decayed.” Fluttershy sighed. “Just like I almost was. So, thank you for … saving me from that path.”

“Stop,” Greta said. “You’re making me blush.”

“Am I? I can’t tell under all that gray skin you’ve got.”

“Oh, whatever. Here.” Greta lent a helping hand to the dishes after all, helping to rinse and dry them off once Fluttershy finished scrubbing them.

“Greta?” Fluttershy asked. “Do you suppose we could have someone come over before too long?”

“What, before we’re finished cleaning up the house?”

“Maybe,” Fluttershy said. “This house is dirty. We could use the help.” She chuckled. “But no, I just meant … are you okay with me inviting guests over?”

“You do whatever it is you want to do, Fluttershy,” Greta said. “I’ll support you, every step of the way.”

“Thank you.”

“Unless you try to invite that evil ex-husband of yours over,” Greta snapped. “That guy is a jerk and a moron who had his chance to be with you, and he blew it. He’s not setting one foot anywhere near that door.”

“Oh, of course, of course,” Fluttershy said.

Greta narrowed her eyes. “Fluttershy … you weren’t really thinking of doing that, were you?”

“No! No, I wasn’t, I…” Fluttershy sighed. “Okay. Yes. I was thinking about it. Maybe we could talk things out. Mend some fences. Make an arrangement where I could see starting seeing our kid again ...”

“Nuh-huh,” Greta said. “Fluttershy, I’m sorry you lost your kid. That’s an awful, awful thing to happen to anyone, and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. But you have to accept that what’s happened, happened, and you’re not getting him back unless your husband has some kind of serious accident.”

Fluttershy looked at Greta skeptically.

“No, that wasn’t a veiled offer to assassinate your husband,” Greta said.

“Are you sure?” Fluttershy asked. “We don’t have to kill him, just make him not legally capable of taking care of a dependent.”

“Do you really want to go through with that?” Greta asked.

“No,” Fluttershy admitted, turning her attention back to the dishes. “But it’s a nice fantasy to hold on to, every now and then.”

“So long as it stays just there,” Greta said, patting Fluttershy on the shoulder. “A fantasy. Oh. You missed a spot there.”

“Did I?” Fluttershy scrubbed the plate again.

It had been three months since Fluttershy had moved in with Greta. It took awhile to get all the things from Fluttershy’s house and move them into Greta’s, but with their impressive troll strength, it was no trouble to pack up the boxes and move them, and Greta’s glamour magic kept them from being seen by the public when they weren’t ready.

They were getting ready for Christmas and making all the arrangements. As of now, they were sitting in the living room, Greta holding a crystal ball she was to use to contact her father while Fluttershy worked on writing letters to her family.

Fluttershy was in the midst of trying to figure out how best to explain to her parents that she had merged with a troll when she noticed Greta staring into the empty crystall ball.

“Greta?” Fluttershy asked. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to talk to your dad?”

“I do,” Greta admitted. “But I’m not sure he’s going to want to talk to me. There are so few trolls these days who do merging, and, well … my father’s always been a traditionalist.”

“Ah, I see,” Fluttershy said. In her experience, “traditionalist” often meant “stuck-up, stubborn, inconsiderate first class a-hole.” The logical side of her brain told she should drop it and let Greta move on, but the empathatic side wouldn’t allow it. If there was a chance that they could get him for Christmas, they had to try.

“Go on,” Fluttershy encouraged her. “Call him. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Greta, don’t live in fear like this,” Fluttershy said. “Maybe he won’t take it well. Maybe he’ll hate it. But wouldn’t it better to know? If you don’t, and there’s a chance he might have accepted it, you’ll never forgive yourself. And if he doesn’t … well, it’s not like you can get rid of me, so it’s best to just get it over with.”

“You’re right, Fluttershy,” Greta said with a smile. “You’re a good friend.”

“I try,” Fluttershy said.

Greta’s smile faded, and she looked to the crystal ball. She breathed on it, rubbed it, and polished, and the visage of her father appeared inside. Fluttershy thought he didn’t look too bad for an old troll, but she suspected she’d just been around Greta too long.

“Greta?” her father said. “I haven’t heard you from in ages. What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Greta said. “I was just wondering if you would, you know, want to come over for Christmas and meet Fluttershy?”

“Who … is Fluttershy?” her father drawled.

Fluttershy leaned her head over and waved at him. “That would be me. Hi. It’s nice to meet you, Mister Greta’s Dad.”

“Nice to meet you, too, I guess,” Greta’s father replied. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Fluttershy with suspicion. “Tell me, Fluttershy, what, exactly, is your relationship with my daughter?”

“Oh, well, we’re sort of … living together,” Fluttershy said.

“I see. And you haven’t … merged together, have you?”

Fluttershy blushed, feeling all of a sudden nervous. “And what if we did?”

Greta’s father groaned with disgust. “Greta! I told you not to keep trying to do that! It’s a ridiculous thing! Respectable trolls don’t do that sort of thing anymore.”

“I know, daddy, I know, but I was just … I was so lonely, and ...”

“That’s no exscuse!”

“If I may,” Fluttershy said. “Sir, I still have a lot to learn about troll culture, but Greta was in a dark place when she found me, and so I was. Both of us were extremely lonely and miserable, but then we merged. It didn’t start off great, but once I got used to it, we both found ourselves much happier. So please don’t judge her too harshly. It really was the best for her.”

Greta’s father harrumphed and ‘hung up’ on the ball.

Greta looked down at the floor, dejected.

“Hey, don’t look like that,” Fluttershy said, cupping Greta’s head and tilting her head up. “We tried, and that’s what matters.”

Greta nodded. She wiped a tear from her eye. “Still, it would have been nice if he’d … have more of an open mind.”

“Maybe he’ll change his mind one day,” Flutershy said. “You’re his daughter, after all. If he really cares about you, he’ll try to work on himself.”

Greta nodded. “Fluttershy?”

“Yes?”

“I take back what I said earlier. You’re not a good friend.” She leaned over, pressing her cheeks to Fluttershy and wrapping her arms around Fluttershy’s half of their shard body. “You’re an amazing friend.”

Fluttershy chuckled softly and returned the hug. “Well, it’s nice that you have such a high opinion of me.”

“No, really, I mean it.”

“I know,” Fluttershy patted Greta on the head. She looked back to her unfinished letters, and her heart grew heavy. “I just hope maybe my family will take it better.”

“You think they will?” Greta asked.

“I don’t know,” Fluttershy said. “They’re good people, really, but this ...” she held up one of her arms. “This is a lot to take in, especially around the holidays. I mean, how are they going to shop for shirts in our size?”

Greta laughed.

“Say, why don’t you help me write the letters? Maybe if they hear your voice in words before meeting you, it’ll help them warm up to you.”

“Good idea!” Greta eagerly took up a pen and a piece of paper.

They finished the letters and sent them out. In the end, they decided to simply tell them everything in the letter and hope they would understand. The reply back from Fluttershy’s family was much more positive than that from Greta’s father, though most of them still had several questions, some of which Greta found a little intrusive, but Fluttershy understood perfectly.

Zephry Breeze wanted to know if Greta had any dating advice. Fluttershy’s mother wanted to know how much this affected her chance of getting grandchildren, and her father wanted to know if he was supposed to buy them one or two gifts for Christmas. But the important thing, the thing that mattered most, was that they were all willing to come over to Greta’s house for Christmas and give it a try, unlike Greta’s father.

And so it was on Christmas eve that they arrived and got settled in and put their presents under the tree.

Zephry Breeze tried several times to sneak under the tree while their parents were busy getting to know Greta, but Greta always caught him and got on to him – something which helped to quickly endear her to Mr and Mrs. Shy.

“So, Greta,” Mrs. Shy asked, “can I ask you a question that’s … rather sensentive?”

“If you’re going to ask me if I’m gay, Mrs. Shy, the answer is yes,” Greta said. “And yes, I do think Fluttershy is attractive, but no, we’re not married.”

“Yet,” Fluttershy said boldly, much to her parents’ shock.
“That wasn’t I was going to ask, but, um good to know ...” Mrs. Shy. “No, see, what I wanted to know was … how did you get pregnant? Do you both have the baby, or …?”

“Oh, well, troll reproduction isn’t entirely like humans,” Greta said. “There’s a lot more magic involved.”

“Yeah, I bet there is,” Zephy Breeze added, snickering to himself.

“Zephry Breeze, don’t be crude,” Mr. Shy got on to him. “Go on, Greta. We’re listening. Respectfully.” He gave Zephy Breeze some side-eye.

“Okay, well, it starts like this,” but Greta was interrupted again by a knock on the door.

“Who could that be?” Greta asked. “Who even knows where to find us?”

“Oh, well ...” Zephy Breeze said. “Maybe I should have asked if it was okay, first ...”

“If what was okay?” Fluttershy demanded, affixing him with a glare so intense Greta though he was going to catch on fire.

“Well, I just thought … I’d heard you drifted away over the years, so I just thought it would be nice if you could see your old friends again, so I let them all know where you were and asked them if they would consider coming over!”

“You did what!?” Fluttershy said. “You shouldn’t have done that, Zephry Breeze. I appreciate what you were trying to, and I think your heart was in the right place, but my friends and I haven’t talked in years. There’s no way they would come see me now.”

The knock continued.

“Then … who is it at the door?” Zephy Breeze asked.

Fluttershy looked to Greta.

“Don’t look at me. I know it’s not my dad.”

Fluttershy and Greta got up and went to the door. Fluttershy’s hand trembled as she put on the door, fearing and wondering who could be on the other side. Perhaps it was Greta’s father, here to chew them out for their decision. Perhaps it was a vampire hunter seeking the knowledge of trolls to help him in his quest – or seeking their blood.

Fluttershy opened the door, and gasped.

It was none of the above. Instead, standing in front of the door, were Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie, standing on the other side with gift bags slung under their arms and snow building up on their shoulders.

Fluttershy blubbered and stammered.

“Hey,” Rainbow Dash said. “Been a while, huh?”

Fluttershy could only continue to stutter.

“Here, I brought you something!” Pinkie Pie said, offering up a wrapped gift with pink wrapping and a yellow bow. “I matched it to your colors.”

Fluttershy finally managed to progress from blubbering to total silence.

Rainbow Dash chuckled. “Yeah, it’s good to see you, too, Fluttershy, but … could we come inside? It’s cold out here and the snow is really starting to get heavy.”

Fluttershy sniffed. She reached out and picked up both of them, bringing them out from the snow and into her arms. Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie struggled to get out of the bear hug.

“Fluttershy!” Rainbow Dash squeaked out, her voice strained. “It’s good to see you, too, but I – I can’t breath!”

“Oh! Sorry!” Fluttershy let go, dropping them both to the floor.

Rainbow Dash pushed herself up and chuckled.

“We don’t see each other for years, and the first word you say to me is sorry,” Rainbow Dash said. She placed a hand on Fluttershy’s stomach.

“I’m sorry,” Fluttershy said. “I’m sure you were expecting something more like a lovely poem or something.”

“No, no, no!” Rainbow Dash said. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She turned to Greta. “And you must be Greta.”

Greta nodded. “And you must be that living bullet Fluttershy’s told me so much about!”

Fluttershy blushed and suddenly felt hot. Rainbow Dash looked at her skeptically.

“I didn’t say that,” Fluttershy said. “But I may have her told about some of your sports days and some of the more … risky moves in your old games,” Fluttershy said.

Rainbow Dash chuckled. “Living bullet, huh? Come on, Greta, walk with me. Fluttershy didn’t do me justice, Greta. I wasn’t a bullet. I was a cannonball.”

Rainbow Dash and Pinkie joined them in the living room. Mrs. Shy gave them both hugs and their presents went under the tree. Despite the years long absence from each others’ lives, soon, Fluttershy, Pinkie and Fluttershy were talking between them, cracking jokes, laughing at in-jokes they only had the context to find funny while everyone else was lost, and telling stories about embarrassing things that happened to their other friends when they were young. It was like no time had passed at all.

“And you remember the time when Twilight,” Rainbow Dash started, cracking up in the middle of her sentence and unable to finish her story. “When she put the thing in with … the thing, and then she … and then we had to …”

She and Pinkie Pie rolled on the floor laughing, rubbing at their bellies and even starting to cry from their laughter.

“What an egghead!” Rainbow Dash said.

“Fluttershy, I thought you said Twilight was one of your friends with Rainbow?” Greta said.

“Yes?”

“So why does Rainbow Dash keep calling her names?”

“It’s just something she does,” Fluttershy said. “You’ll understand when you have more friends, Greta. Some of them just like to give nicknames.”

“Ha ha, yeah!” Zephy Breeze said, joining Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie on the floor. “That good old Twilight Sparkle, she sure is an egghead, huh?”

“Oh, don’t pretend like you know what she’s talking about,” Fluttershy said.

“I mean, he might have been there, for all we know,” Mr. Shy said. “Rainbow Dash has left a few details out.”

“Yeah!” Mrs. Shy said. “Fill us in on the joke, Rainbow Dash!”

“Okay, okay,” Rainbow Dash sat up and did her best to calm herself. “So Twilight ...” she started laughing again, and Zephry Breeze took her hand to get her stay on track. “So Twilight was conducting this experiment, see, and she was putting in this chemical eggs-celsium or whatever, and she warned us not to mix it with the potassium nitrate, and then what does this egghead do? She mixes them up herself!”

“That’s not all that funny,” Mr. Shy.

“It’s not,” Dash said. “I haven’t gotten to the good part. So then, what happened ...”

Her story was cut off from another knock on the door. This was tiny-sounding, weak, almost shy and afraid.

“Now who could that be?” Fluttershy asked.

“Maybe Twilight?” Pinkie Pie suggested.

Zephry Breeze gasped. “She heard you talking about her and now she’s here for vengence!”

“Don’t be silly, Zephry Breeze. Twilight’s revenge would be subtler than that.”

“Everyone, hush,” Fluttershy said. “I’m going to go see who it is.”

Fluttershy and Greta approached the door once more. Fluttershy swung open.

Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie were a pleasant surprise by themselves, but Fluttershy would have never, in a million years, been prepared to see what she saw standing on the front porch.

It was her son, Pascal, standing in front of her after all this time. He was dressed in a knit cap, a fluffy coat, and had a suit case with him.

“My – my boy!” Fluttershy broke into tears and scooped him up into her arms, hugging him even tighter than she did Rainbow Dash or Pinkie Pie. “My precious boy! What in the world are you doing here?”

Pascal produced a letter.

“What’s this?” Fluttershy opened the letter.

“What’s it say?” Greta asked.

“It’s … it’s from my ex,” Fluttershy said. “He … he says he’s giving me full custody and … and he’s going to be making child support payments!”

“What? Why? Why the sudden change of heart?”

“Who cares?” Fluttershy nuzzled her son close to her chest. She gave him a kiss on the forehead. “He’s here with me now, just like he always should have been.”

“Hi, Mom,” her son greeted out. He looked over to Greta. “Who’s this?”

“Oh, um ...” Fluttershy stuttered. “Right. You wouldn't know about … how do I explain this?”

“Oh! I know!”

“You do?”

“Yes, she’s attached to you, so she must be my other mom!” Pascal said. He looked at her again, confused. “Or, wait … would that make you my aunt? I’m so confused.”

Fluttershy and Greta chuckled.

“Well, aren’t you just precious,” Greta said.

“Come on,” Fluttershy said. “Let’s go introduce you to everyone else. Ooh, Mom! I have that grandson you asked for!”

“Say what now?” Mrs. Shy asked.

“Everyone, I want you meet Pascal,” Fluttershy said, setting Pascal down on the floor. “He’s my son.”
Everyone immeadiately crowded Pascal, each of them asking him a million questions and all of them competing to be his new favorite aunt or uncle.

Fluttershy shook the letter, and a note fell out of it.

“What’s this?”

She picked it up. On it were four words written in a distinct, bold cursive in purple ink.

Merry Christmas, Fluttershy.

Rarity.

Fluttershy teared up. She clutched the letter in her hand and looked up at the ceiling, wishing well wishes to Rarity, whatever she was.
“Merry Christmas.”

Author's Note

Chapter uploaded a little late, but here we go.

This wasn't originally the final chapter, but the commissioner had a change of heart and wanted to finish this story and try it again. I did offer to just do some revisions, but they declined.

Now it was an idea discussed that I don't know ever made it into the story, but there was an idea that Fluttershy's ex had actually married Rarity, and on my own, I came up with the idea that Rarity's 'child' was actually Fluttershy's - and that him being returned to Fluttershy was a result of Rarity not knowing of this fact, finding out about it, and confronting the jerk before sending the kid back home where he belongs.

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