Part 1: My life and the portal
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My Waifu Fluttershy
Part 1: My life and the portal
By Art Inspired
Research has led me to the conclusion that the multiverse, which I have been working on, studding and desperately trying to comprehend does in fact exist somewhere in this plane of existence. Science points to it being factually real, which is why I’m trying the best I can to figure it out. So far, my studies on the subject have left me distraught! The constant pages upon pages and the world’s acclamation's that it does exist… This is driving me crazy. Even my girlfriend is trying to convince me I’m working too hard. I’ve become just as obsessed with it as I have in My Little Pony! The silly show is just… it’s ridiculous how much it rocks, and I wouldn’t be able to tell you the exact reason as to why this is, but both me and my girl love it!
Anyways, really though, I’m just gonna introduce myself. My name is L-… uh; no… it’s Art… Art Inspired. My friends, girl, even my mother has started calling me that rather than my real name, so let’s just stick with that. I have white hair and jade eyes. Before you go asking, no, I’m not old. I died my hair out of choice. I wanted to be different in some way in my college years and figured that would have to do. Though it’s been a year or two now since then, I kept it because it looked so good on me.
Where was I? Oh, yeah, my hands and body usually have scars on them from nighttime pleasures I try to enjoy with my girlfriend, who prefers it if I didn’t tell you her name. I’ll give you a brief summary of her. She’s a sadomasochist. In other words, she enjoys pain and likes to deal it out as well. I’m not all that kinky unless she gets me in the mood. Now, don’t be like oh, Art, she’s not right for you. She’s perfect, and I love her dearly. See, she may hurt me, but she tells me every waking day that she loves me. She has black hair and hazel eyes. Her arm has a fairly noticeable scar from breaking it when she was little, which is actually where she began to understand the pleasures of pain. Her whole personality is sweet and gentle, that is until you get her into bed. Then things get chaotic, but I digress. The whole story of this started with me looking at my work hung on my bulletin board within our room. Our house, two bedroom two baths, and a wide backyard is located in a fairly crime free neighborhood. It’s a beauty of a house with… well, I’m getting off topic. It’s a house, and that’s pretty much it.
I was contemplating on basic home structure blueprints. Usually, my personal work stresses me out in the afternoon, but I was determined to figure this out. My girl comes up to me, sees me standing there holding my chin, which needed a shave, and wraps her arms around my neck and sort of hangs on my back while gently kissing the back of my ear, which completely distracts me from my work. I asked her to stop and she, as usual ignores my request.
“Come on Arty.” She says, trying to get me to take a much needed break.
I tell her “I’m not ready to stop yet… I still have to get this done. Not to mention my fan fiction, it’s all piling up. I know that doesn’t make any money, but it’s about the fans.”
“You pressure yourself too much.” She explains. “Why don’t you relax and try to clear your mind.”
My arms slowly drop as she begins to massage my shoulders. Her warm, soft to the touch fingers yanking and pulling, only to release and send this cosmic energy of vibrations through my whole being always convinced me she was right. As I turn and pick her up by her ass, holding her high, I smoothly lay her down on the bed, making sure not to drop her while I do this. She grabs me by my hair and brings me in for one powerful kiss, sucking and longingly drinking my taste. She’s always been that way. Demanding I take it easy, but I have this… disorder about my life.
You see, I don’t like to talk about it, but then, you’d probably need to know this. I’m a juggler, and no, not a circus clown but a man who loves to multitask. It’s some sort of imbalance in my brain that… I don’t really understand it myself, but the good doctor says it’s incurable… but then, why would I ever want to get rid of this gift? Normally, when I’m in my zone, I’ll be writing a fan fiction, talking to my girl, working on home structure blueprints and blogging all at the same time like it’s nothing! By the end of the day, my hands will be shaking a bit like I need a cigarette, but I haven’t touched them in years. The first time I smoked was when I was sixteen, and it’s been eight years now sense then. I’m now twenty four and a graduate of college. While I was in school, my teachers would constantly be applauding me for my work, but then, they would also be worried about how I was always asking for more. I just wanted more work like it kept me alive. Counselors tried to sooth me, but it never worked.
Now, don’t get all freaked out by this. I’m not Sonic the Hedgehog where I gotta run for eternity. What I multitask about is mainly brain work. Physical labor, I can enjoy, but not the way I do with my computer. I’ll usually have twenty or so links up for research purposes; most of which are of the multiverse theory. I love this idea because if it’s real, that means the show, My Little Pony, which hits my heart pretty good, would be possible in another universe. Silly, I know, but it gets you mind racing. Think of all the possible outcomes this world has and the amount of imagination we create daily. Take this and apply it to the multiverse theory. All the thoughts, fantasies and imaginable worlds could exist on a plane of a different brand… or kind of multiverse. Anything is possible if you apply sensual logic. Now, I have no proof of this being real, but it does make me giddy thinking about the possibility of there actually being an Equestria. And now, I’ve got my head in the clouds, but I always do this to myself.
As my girl gets up and goes into the kitchen to make us some dinner, I come up with a curious question.
“Uh, say, babe?” I ask. She turns and looks at me with a coy smile, begging me for attention. “You know my Waifu, right?”
“What about her?” she asked. Now, some of you might be wondering, Art, what’s a Waifu? This term is coined by Otaku and Weeaboo alike, and is mainly used on anime and video game characters. A Waifu is the love between a man and his number one, favorite fictional character. You treat your Waifu with complete and total respect. In fact, most refuse to even jackoff to the being, seeing the act as insulting to the non-existent woman they have chosen to honor and love. Now, this means that my Waifu is actually Fluttershy. Out of all the imaginary characters I’ve ever seen, she takes the cake as my favorite. Now it’s entirely optional to choose her as my Waifu, but most would argue that this is a feeling felt within ones heart, and that is correct, but at the same time, I felt this feeling and chose her at the same time, so she is definitely my Waifu! Still following me?
I look at my girl with a fairly concerned look in my eyes and ask “You know the multiverse theory, right?”
“How could I not?” she asked with the rolling of her eyes. “You talk about it all the time!”
“Right… well, what would you say… if I asked you if-”
“I know where this is going.” she said, cutting me off. “You want to know if I’d be jealous of you and Fluttershy if you ever found yourself in Equestria, right.”
I smiled, knowing she had one hell of a way of deducing the questions I often asked her. As I nodded my head, she explained “Well, I’d probably be open-minded about it as I know you’d never do anything to disrespect her. Plus, she’s not like actual humans. She’s a pony!” As she giggled at this a bit, I smiled while lying on my side. “You see Art, it’s really only when you get the attention of other girls... or guys that I get pissed, but for Fluttershy, I’d know that you would just want to make her happy, just as I know you want to make me feel the same way, only with a deeper connection.”
As she left the room, I felt good about that, and knew she was serious. I stood up and grabbed my shirt. The day was coming to an end, the boys wanted me to go and play pool with them and I felt like having a good time over at this joint called Fatso’s as it was Friday night. My girl and her friends wanted to go see some movies, and I’d normally want to go with them, but all they wanted to watch was silly chick flicks which always had happy endings. I however hated happy endings. They just don’t seem right to me. I don’t know why. Anyways, I would let her have the car and I’d be the one who would be dropped off. I knew I’d be getting buzzed that night, and I’m not stupid enough to drive drunk. I’m a horrible driver, let me tell you… actually, I take that back. You don’t wanna know. As we reach the establishment, I spot my best friend, Bono. He’s been there for me through thick and thin. Always respected me, and went along with my likes and dislikes. He can be a slob, but he’s a wonderful friend.
I’ve known him since freshman year in high school. He’s the one who stopped me from smoking cigarettes. He stood at the entrance with a smile, surrounded by my other friends. There was Chase, Max and Billy. They all were basically unrelated brothers. Bono had brown hair and always had sunglasses on. He kind of reminded me of the sniper on Team Fortress Two, only not as cool. His cowboy like hat always did make him stick out through the crowd. As I got out of the car, my other friends all patted me on the back and we enter like a couple of bad asses while my girl just shook her head and laughed a little. We all got a table, racked up the balls and choose our sticks. I’m the worst out of the bunch due to my unsteady hands and overly nervous outlook of the way things are played. Billy, a buzz cut, pool king always told me to relax, and as usual, I’d tell him to get me a beer. He was the pushover of the gang, but that’s what made him so cool. He looked like a jersey shore boy if anything, with his blond hair and tribal tattoo on his arm and leg. Now, Max on the other hand was the next to worst player. He always showed me up, but he hardly ever won against the next in line, which was Chase, the middle man, but back to Billy. He was an African American, but he gets mad at me for calling him that. He prefers to be called the N word. Every time we’re talking about racial bull crap, he’ll bust out with Just call me nigga! I hate it when white people try and be respectful about me by calling me an African American. Just call me a nigga! He was cool.
Then there was Chase, a red head if you ever did see one. He was always talking so fast, sometimes we all would yell at him at the same time to shut up! He knew what he was saying, but would say things so fast, you’d be wondering if you’re talking to Pinkie on speed! We’re all good friends though, Bono and I have been the closest though; no homo. He’s saved my life once too. My car had broken down and my seat belt was caught. Fate was looking at me as the train approached, so Bono, instead of running for it, got out of the car, pulled out the switchblade he had in his pocket, cut the belt and pulled me out of there in the nick of time. To this day I have a dept that needs to be repaid. He’s my best friend, and will always be just that.
We all generally enjoy a good couple of rounds or two with the music going and the good old atmosphere gets us into the living mood, rather than us feeling like zombies which we’ll feel like the next morning if we didn’t stop drinking after two or three beers. Me, I’m limit knowledgeable. I’ll have two and a half, and then I’m good. Bono will ultimately have ten, while Billy, the youngest of the group can’t have any because he’s not of legal drinking age, so he’s the driver. We’re all smart about this and know how to do this respectfully. Billy picks us up, we get drunk, and Billy takes us home. The boys at the counter know us well enough to understand that Billy is under aged to drink and is just getting them for us. We’ve talked with the same bartender for years now, and he’s finally let this slide. That night, I payed for the food, pool table, drinks and I lost an extra twenty due to losing a bet. You’d think I’d learn my lesson the first ten times. Never gamble with Billy as he’ll make you pay for everything once he wins three times in a row. How that kid got so good is beyond me, but hey, I’m just happy he’s having a good time. As the night turns into next morning, it’s time to head out. My girl finished with her things and was able to come over and pick me up.
As our car pulls up, I say good bye to my friends, but then I’m stopped by Bono. He walks up to me and extends his hand for a shake. I grab it, and he pulls me in for a nice bro hug. I smile and begin to pat his back. As we part, he’s just as drunk as I am, so things didn’t seem gay. I head out and jump into the car ready to get back home. As we drive off, I look back and see the gang getting into their truck, laughing their asses off.
My girl if just peachy, and tells me all about the movie she saw while I just tune her out by saying “Yeah, that’s nice.”
As we reach a taco bell, I order the Dorito’s loco taco. While I eat, my girl reaches a red light. No cars are behind us, and we sat there for a moment. While I’m munching away, she asks me if I had a good time. I say I did and she says she wants a kiss. She’s always doing this to me. I’ve got my mouth stuffed with food and she wants a kiss! I tell her to wait as I chew my food. Once I’m done, I tell her “Babe, I’ve got beer breath mixed in with taco stench. Now’s not the time.”
She ignores this and grabs me by the collar to pull me in forcefully. As we kiss, she seemed to relish in the dainty taste. That’s one thing that confuses me. She’s always loved me no matter how I smelled, looked… tasted… she’s always found me attractive despite my unsanitary ways, which puts me in a situation of self-interrogation as to how I taste to her when I’m all hansom and good smelling. I remember being on a date with her in Hawaii, and I had spent the longest time making sure I looked good. My hair was combed, the attires I picked out were top notch and I had this aura about me that could make anyone smile. The evening went nicely and we had ourselves a good dinner, but when we got back to the hotel, it was off with the clothes and love was everywhere!
Returning to the story at hand; we got home around two in the morning and went to sleep, not really doing anything kinky as both of us were too beat to try. The next morning came and I awoke with a cold sweat. Sunshine seeped through my window and I headed to the bathroom to shave, take a shower, brush my teeth, and then get to work. Sure, I had the slightest hangover, but it was very little. I get started with my research of the multiverse, start writing more fan fiction, blog a lot, think about possible scenarios for my stories, listen to music, work on my home structure design and drink coffee all at the same time. Now… have you ever heard the saying that we only use twenty percent, maybe less of our brain power? I was currently trying to use all of my brain power. This morning, I was pumped. My girl slept soundly while I worked like a mad man. What happens when you go beyond the possible limits of the average brain… this is a question that was actually answered to me today, I’ll never be positively sure though.
I hear a buzzing sound, very soft and seemingly euphoric. I didn’t pay any attention to it until it wouldn’t stop getting louder. I turn my chair around after getting annoyed and see a circular, rainbow like circle spinning before me. Stunned by this, my jaw dropped. As I stand up to try and look inside, I see what looks like the cartoon animation of my favorite show, MLP. I extend my hand and feel it morph as it passes by. It was like I was being turned into a drawing of the show, all cartoony and two dimensional. I stepped through, slowly and cautiously, only to find myself in the most luxurious plane I had ever seen. As I turn around to see the portal close, I’m shocked to see it fill in and just like that, I was sent to Equestria.
At the time, I was thinking what in the world is going on? I got my answer after much calibration and speculation on the subject. I had been working so diligently, and so furtively that my mind was able to form a portal and send me to the one place I always wanted to visit... Then again, to this day, I still don't know how the portal arrived. This is all just speculation but still, never had I felt more amazed that this was happening. I told myself that this was impossible and must've been a dream. I shook my hands, flapping my fingers wildly and slap myself hard. Pain entered my cheek and told me I wasn’t dreaming, but this was possibly the mind playing tricks on me. In order to see if this was real, I tried several tests. I held my breath; I even tried putting my left hand through my right one, and that didn’t work either. Everything was pointing to the fact that I wasn’t dreaming, and if this was so. That meant this would be the greatest thing that had ever happened to me! As I look around, I see I’m at the edge of the Everfree Forest. I can tell by the ominous, smoky woods just behind me, but which side of the forest was I on? Could I be on the side with Ponyville just a mile away, or the other side? I walk along the path while looking at my hands. Everything seemed to feel the same, but instead of it being real life, it was all cartoons! It wasn’t bad, but then it felt so different.
As I reach a pond, I recognize the creak that ran passed Fluttershy’s cottage. I followed it, listening to the trickling of water as it hits some rocks. The skies were blue, not a cloud to be seen anywhere. It’s a good thing I wore actual clothes instead of whatever. I was planning to go to the store once I was finished with my work, but that would have to wait. This was a once in a life time opportunity for me, and I wasn’t going to pass it up; not that I could, that is. As I finally reach the Pegasus’s cottage, I see little forest critters everywhere. Otters under the streams, birds of all shape and sizes, squirrels on the roof and Fluttershy, there she was… Have you ever had a crush on someone, but wasn’t able to tell them because you actually didn’t know them, nor did you think they knew you? Take that feeling and amplify it by five times. That’s what I was feeling right then. As I walk up to a tree and stand there feeling the thick bark, I watched as the butter yellow pony cared for her pets and animals the way a mother would. Just like I’d imagine, she really did look as cute in real life as she did in the show. I hesitated on approaching her though, for right then and there, my heart was thumping with great volume. I couldn’t just feel it pound against my chest, I heard it. Once more, just to make sure, I pinched myself to see if I was awake, and I was. She walked inside and all I heard was my heart, the creek waters rustling by and the animals playing and having fun.
“This can’t be happening.” I said to myself, trying hard not to let myself faint from the pressure I felt. “This… it can’t be happening… can it?” Of course, it was happening, but the shock of it all was hypnotizing. Everything felt like a dream, and that’s why I kept trying to wake up, or realize it was a dream but then, I never had dreams. My mind always tries to block them out. Usually, I’ll have a vivid dream about something weird, but not like this. I never dreamed of crossing over into Equestria. Sure, I fantasized about it a couple of times, but I never thought it would happen. As Fluttershy exited her house and began to travel in my direction, I felt myself paralyze. I stood there, motionless as she neared my location. As she looked up to see me, she gasped at my presence. I must have looked like a monster to her at the time, because she was scared, and I could tell. Her small squeals of fright struck the realization that I might make her cry, and I’d never forgive myself if that happened. I whirled around and pinned my back against the tree, gripping my chest furtively. Looking at my cut up hands, I noticed the sounds of approaching hoof steps. My breathing increased as I began to inhale through my mouth and exhale the air through my nose. She was coming closer, and I could tell. The more my heart beat, the more I feared her seeing me. I didn’t know why I was being so shy, probably could have given the Pegasus a run for her bits. I closed my eyes and tried to stay awake as she reached the front of my being. She was looking at me, I knew it; taking in my body structure, seeing the worried face I must have been making, the tension built up in my mind. I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment.
“Um… sir, are uh… you okay?”
Her voice… oh, that sweet and relaxing voice did the opposite for me. I felt like I was some sort of creature compared to her; an insect that needed to be squashed for even letting her see me. I slowly shed my eyes open and saw her staring at me. Her cute look of curiosity struck pure guilt in my heart, and I didn’t even really know why.
“Sir, you look… pale.”
For whatever reason, I just collapsed, sank to the grassy soil and kneeled there. She looked into my eyes, observing my soul it seemed. As she came closer, I couldn’t help but to feel cold. It wasn’t the wind, and it was a fairly warm day. I just felt frosty, and I didn’t know what to do. Should I speak? I asked myself. Should I try and converse with her?
“C-can you… talk, sir?”
I gulped and finally said one, single word. “Yes.”
Her frown dissipated and formed a friendly smile. As she stared at me, I tried to wipe the sweat that was beginning to form on my forehead off. As I did, she asked “What’s your name?”
I averted my eyes and said “It’s… Art Inspired.” My voice was low and shaky, just like my entire frame.
“That’s a wonderful name.” she said. “My name is Fluttershy. It’s nice to meet you.”
I just kept staring at the green grass while she spoke. I still held my chest, feeling my heart pump blood relentlessly. “It’s nice to meet you too…”
She looked at me, wondering why I was acting so odd. “Umm… mister,” I looked up to her and stared into the eyes of the most kind pony in all of Equestria. “What’s wrong? And what are you? You’re obviously not a pony.”
I bit my bottom lip, trying hard not to take off and run. “I’m… what you’d call a human… from another world… and…” she cocked her head to the side. I couldn’t help but to mumble as I spoke. “You see… it’s uh… like this… We have this show… uh, and-”
“Oh, like Trixie’s magic show? I saw it once before. It was pretty good.”
I smiled, remembering that episode and said “Yeah… it’s a little like that… I guess I should explain to you who I am and why I’m… acting the way I am as well.”
As we sat there under the tree, I explained with difficulty about the show, about her being my Waifu, and of course why I was so nervous. She just listened attentively as I explained that she was my favorite pony of the show, and that I could never disrespect her in any way. I’d probably do anything to make her happy. Once I finished, there was an awkward silence. As she gazed at me with the most adorable smile one could ever see, she said “That’s the kindest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I blushed wildly as I heard this. Suddenly, I felt like I forgot who I was talking to. This was the sweetest pony of the bunch. Of course she would find this cute, and to be honest, I still could hear my heart beating louder than drums. As she stood up and approached, her hoof raised and extended to me. I was cautious to touch it due to fear of being impolite to her. She giggled “You have permission to shake it… that is, if you want.”
I slowly lifted my hand from its grip of my shirt and slid her hoof into my palm. It felt soft and fuzzy, exactly as I imagined it. I began to marvel in how cottony it felt. As if I was lost in some sort of deep trance, I lost track of how long I was holding her delicate hoof. She finally snapped me out of it by asking me if I’d like to stay at her place while I was in Equestria. I told her I’d be honored and she led me to her cottage. As I entered, everything was exactly like it was in the show. To the right was the chimney, and next to that was the blue table with vials on it which probably held some water. Across from the room was the green couch placed in front of the window. Then there was the stairs which led to her room, and then the kitchen. As I stood there, feeling blessed to even be inside this room, I felt warm. I turned to the yellow Pegasus and asked if I would be sleeping on the sofa.
“Oh, you don’t have to. If you want, you could just sleep in the upstairs bedroom.”
I immediately refused, for that was her room. To sleep; even to enter would be disrespectful towards the mare. As I sat down, I said “I’ll sleep here. I don’t want to seem like a burden. And if you need anything, just ask and I’ll do the best I can.”
Fluttershy giggled and asked “You’d do anything? Would you fix this squeaky roof?”
I asked her where the sound emitted from and she showed me. It happened anytime the front door was opened. So, I grabbed a latter, she gave me some handy tools and I got to work while she went to Twilight’s to convince her to examine me and possible send me home. I spent at least five hours on the thing trying to get it to fix, but it wouldn’t stop squeaking, so I had to see the inside. As I observed it, I saw a small crack underneath the crevice. A few good screws and the annoying noise were fixed. I sat down, sweat poured from my face. Just before it dripped on the couch, I jumped up and ran outside to keep her house clean. How could I be so inconsiderate of Fluttershy?! I thought. I know now that this was silly of me to be so obsessed with worshiping her, even to go as far as to wait outside for the remainder of the evening for the mare to return. Some of the animals were friendly enough to come and lay with me. A bird sat on my shoulder and a squirrel slept on my lap. One of the otters left their home to lie at my feet, and as I lay there, listening to the sounds of nature, sublime serenity could be felt in my being. I felt calm, relaxed and invincible to the outside world… and then I got to thinking about my girlfriend. I sometimes called her my special somepony for no real reason. She would be so happy if she knew where I was right then and there. I wondered what she was doing; probably panicking about my whereabouts, but then, I knew I’d get home again… soon.
As I saw Fluttershy walk up to the cottage, she saw me sitting there with all the animals cuddling me. I waved to them with a smile. Twilight looked me up and down before she spoke. As she asked about me, I explained my story and was hoping to find out she had the solution to my problems, but as it would be so ironically ridiculous of fate to behave, she never knew about multiple universes.
“I can ask Princess Celestia if you want.” she said, trying to cheer me up.
“That’d be great.” I said. Fluttershy grinned at the animals that still hadn’t left my side. She seemed so happy once I showed her the roof, which brought great pleasure to my heart to know I was keeping my Waifu pleased. As the sun set and shined its glorious light into the yellow pony’s house, I lay on the couch, tired and worried about my special somepony. What was she doing without me? Would Celestia be able to help, or would I be trapped here forever? Could I work up enough brain power to open a portal again and take me back home where I belonged? All these questions wafted through my head the way the air floated over the sea. My enigma wrapped mind hurt from this crazy and illusive experience. It felt like any moment now, I’d awake to the sound of my girl calling my name and telling me she made breakfast, or jumping with joy that one of my stories reached its one hundredth like. Sometimes, I’d look out the window of the cottage and stare at the twinkling stars, wondering if they were anything like earth’s space. What if I took off in a ship and headed to the moon? Would it work, or would the laws of physics behave differently here? No matter how many questions I still had, I didn’t have the answers I searched for, but I knew I was safe, and that I’d find a way to get home. If not… well, I’m not like other humans. My mentality on life is purely positive. I can see the difficult situations and, for the most part come up with a solution to the problems at hand… or in this would, at hoof. I supposed… the answers would have to wait till morning.
Fluttershy came walking down the stairs with a plush blanket. As she flapped it over my body and adjusted it, I thanked her and wished the mare a good night’s sleep. She looked at me for a moment, and raised her hoof to hug me. As I felt some strands of her mane caress my cheeks, I felt flushed with emotions. Only she could make me feel… like I actually had a heart. She left shortly to go to bed, and as I lay there, blinking at the darkness, I was suddenly illuminated by the moons soothing glow. It shined on my face and seemed to comfort me. Perhaps, Celestia herself asked her sister to position it to light my night. That way, the darkness would keep its claws off of my currently confused and somewhat scared spirit.
