Fear and Doubt Clip Wings

Chapters

You Can Do It.
Higher
A Brief Visit
Wing It!
Twas Fine Service.
Both Beatings
Freedom Isn't Free
Memory Lane
First Time
Memories
Happy At Last
Pop

You Can Do It.

Fallenfeather sat patiently on the roof with her daughter, Fluttershy. The quiet Pegasus pony was far behind the other Pegasi, most had already gone to Flight School. One other odd thing was that she was one of the oldest fillies in the area in which they lived. Fallenfeather’s friend, Colorstrike, had a daughter who was almost a year younger, yet that ambitious filly was long gone at Flight Camp.

“Come on, dear. You can do it.” She coaxed. Fluttershy’s wide, blue-green eyes looked up at her anxiously. She took a deep breath and stepped off the roof, immediately she plummeted. Fallenfeather leapt to her hooves. “Fluttershy!” she yelled. She took a step back and whimpered. Had she sent her daughter to her death? She was about to fly down when she saw her. She was struggling, but Fluttershy was had done it. She was flying. Fallenfeather laughed, whether in hysterical relief or joy she wasn’t sure. Her daughter was finally flying, and that’s all that counted.

As she stepped out and hovered next to her daughter, she realized how fast she was growing up. Soon enough, she’d be interested in stallions; although Fluttershy, as modest as she was, probably wouldn’t be going that way. It was the stallions who would be interested in her. She was beautiful. Her pale yellow coat, her very long pastel colored mane and tail, and her eyes. Her eyes twinkled continuously. She was never loud, her voice was always soft, as so you’d have to be completely focused to hear her. Colorstrike’s daughter, Rainbow Dash, was the total opposite; yet the two became the best of friends.

Fallenfeather sometimes envied Colorstrike’s headstrong daughter. The filly had a very squeaky voice, yet it shook with authority. The blue Pegasus pony’s brightly-colored mane was always rough looking, as though it hadn’t be combed in days, her tail looking no better. She was incredibly fast for such a young age and wherever she flew, a rainbow-colored streak followed.

“In a couple of weeks, you should be ready Flight Camp!” she told her daughter.

Fluttershy smiled nervously. “W-what if nopony there likes me? What if they all laugh at my sad, pitiful wings?” she worried.

Fallenfeather butted her shoulder, pushing her back onto the roof. When Fluttershy’s hooves were firmly planted on the solid material of the house, she landed beside her. “Sweetie, you’re an excellent flier. So what if you’re a bit late,” She nuzzled the filly. “It just means you’ve had more time to practice!” she encouraged her. Fluttershy perked up then and smiled up Fallenfeather. Fallenfeather smiled. “Come, dear. It’s time for lunch.” She knelt down for Fluttershy to climb on, but she didn’t.

The filly giggled. “I think I’ll fly down this time.” Fallenfeather felt her green eyes water up, and she blinked it away.

“If you wish.” She said. Together, they flew down to the yard below, with Fluttershy giggling the entire time.

Fallenfeather opened the door using a hoof and held it open as her daughter walked through. She opened her mouth to say something when she saw the clock above her kitchen doorway. “Oh no…” she muttered. “Uh, ‘Shy, why don’t you go upstairs and play. I’ll call you down when lunch is ready!” Fluttershy nodded and ran upstairs to her room, closing the door behind her. As soon as the door clicked shut, Fallenfeather raced to the kitchen and threw the ingredients for lunch on the counter and began hyperventilating, Smack Down would be home from Wrestling Practice soon, and lunch wasn’t made! She’d gotten so caught up in training Fluttershy, she’d completely forgotten. She pulled a piece of bread from the loaf and began to spread on her husband’s favorite condiment when she heard the door slam. She dropped the spoon with a gasp and it clanged as it hit the tile floor of the kitchen.

“Fallenfeather, is my lunch ready?” Fallenfeather didn’t turn as her husband stepped in, as intimidating as ever. His stocky red coat and yellow mane were spiky and his forehead glistened with sweat. Fallenfeather could feel his cold, blue gaze on her. “WELL?” he pushed. Fallenfeather reached down and picked up the spoon in her chattering teeth and laid it back on the counter.

“Uh, not yet dear.” She said quietly.

Although she was prepared for the blow, it still hurt like no other pain she’d ever felt. She felt herself go airborne, and then an agonizing pain hit the back of her head as it hit the fridge and she fell to the floor. On shaking legs, she pushed herself up and looked at the floor as scarlet drops dripped from her pink mane and splattered onto the tile. Smack Down huffed and walked out. “Get my lunch done, you worthless bitch.” He threw the words over his shoulder and the front door slammed shut.

Fallenfeather kept her gaze fixed on the floor as she heard soft hoof-steps enter the kitchen. “He hit you again, didn’t he Mommy?” Fallenfeather looked up when she heard her daughter’s soft voice. The little filly’s eyes were wide as she surveyed the destroyed kitchen and the broken mare in it.

“G-go back upstairs, sweetie. Lunch is almost ready.” She slowly walked back to the counter, ignoring the throbbing in her head, and continued making the watercress sandwiches. When she turned around with both plates in her mouth, she saw that Fluttershy hadn’t left, but she was standing in the doorway, a concerned look on her face. “It’th okay, ‘Thy, I’m fine.” She mumbled the best she could.

The door flew open and Smack Down swaggered in. Fluttershy ducked and backed away as he passed her. “Finally.” He commented. He snatched one of the plates from his wife and took it into the living room, where he sat down on the couch and began scarfing down the food.

Fallenfeather set the other plate down on the dining table and walked over to one of the upturned chairs, setting it upright. “Fluttershy, sweetie. Come eat.” Fluttershy shuffled back into sight and walked into the kitchen. She got into the chair and began eating slowly. She made one for herself, too. The mother and daughter finished their meal in silence, and then just stared at each-other, their thoughts reflected in the other’s eyes.

Fluttershy lay in bed, enjoying her mother’s bedtime story as always. “And then, the happy Pegasus flew back home, into the happy beautiful land where her family lived.” She finished.

Fallenfeather had a large bandage over her forehead to cover the newly formed gash from today’s blow. “Mommy, why does Daddy hit you?” she asked. Fallenfeather bit her lip.

“I… I don’t know.” She replied. It was true. When Fallenfeather had met Smack Down, he’d been so charming, so nice. He treated her like royalty, taking her to romantic candlelit dinners, lovely walks in the park. They’d made so much passionate love on their honeymoon, and afterward she’d fall asleep in his hooves while he softly stroked her mane. All of that was gone now; a month after the honeymoon, he’d become aggravated and cruel, and it was just a year ago that the beating started, while Fluttershy was just a baby.

Fluttershy looked down, her eyes half closed. “Get some rest, honey. I’ll see you in the morning.” She kissed her forehead and walked out of the room, clicked on the bright nightlight, and softly closed the door. She stood there for a while, her head up against her daughter’s pretty pink door, her name written in beautiful handwriting she’d done herself a week before the filly had been born. Taking a deep breath, she walked down the long hallway, looking longingly at the pictures that hung there. Wedding photos, honeymoon pictures, Fluttershy’s nursery, so many lovely memories. She took a right and walked into the bedroom she and Smack Down shared. It was large and spacey, a small bathroom attached to the left wall. Fallenfeather’s nightstand held pictures, while Smack Down’s held an alarm clock. As she changed into her nightgown, she heard Smack Down come from the bathroom. “Your daughter flew today.” She said.

“What?”

Fallenfeather didn’t look at him. “Fluttershy flew today.” She repeated.

“Humph.” He replied.

Fallenfeather turned and looked at him, he was already in bed. Fallenfeather sighed inwardly and climbed in beside him, feeling utterly alone, as she turned off the lamp on her table.

Higher

When Fallenfeather awoke, Smack Down was gone, the blanket crumpled in the place he slept. She rose with dream-like slowness and yawned, flinching as the motion caused her newest wound to throb once again. Sighing, she rolled to her husband’s side of the bed and glanced at the clock. “One P.M? I’ve never slept in that late.” She said to the empty room. Her green eyes lit up when she remembered something: Colorstrike and Rainbow Dash would be visiting today! Quickly, she got up and gave a long, luxurious stretch, making her feel more refreshed and full of energy. She stood and made the bed quickly before walking downstairs. She stayed at the top for a moment, staring at Fluttershy.

The yellow filly was playing with a doll that Fallenfeather had gotten for her last birthday. “La la la la la laaa...” she sang as she held the doll’s arms in her hooves, making the doll dance on the blue carpet. Fallenfeather smiled. Despite what her husband did to her, as long as Fluttershy was in her life, she’d be okay. She galloped loudly down the steps, announcing her arrival. Fluttershy looked up and smiled. “Mommy!” she dropped the doll and flew to her.

“You’re getting used to flying!” Fallenfeather commented. Fluttershy smiled, her wings whisking around in the air, holding up her small frame.

“Aren’t Dash and Colorstrike coming today?” she asked. Fallenfeather nodded and made her way to the kitchen.

“Have you eaten breakfast?” Fallenfeather asked.

“Yeah, I ate at about ten.” Fluttershy replied. Fallenfeather popped a couple of pieces of bread in the toaster and made her way to the fridge, reappearing with an egg carton in her mouth. “Mommy, don’t you think it’s too late for breakfast?” Fluttershy asked as she gently landed beside her mother.

“It’s never too late for breakfast, dear.” She replied. She flew up the cabinet where she kept her pans and brought a skillet. “Fluttershy, light the burner please?” She watched as Fluttershy carefully used a hoof to turn the dial to the right temperature, and almost immediately a fire sprang to life. After rubbing butter on the pan, Fallenfeather set the skillet on the fire and went back for the eggs. When she turned, she saw that Fluttershy had already grabbed the carton, though she was struggling to hold it in her tiny jaws. “Thank you.” She said as she gently took the carton from her and set it near the stove.

They both jumped when they heard the door slam. “Fluttershy, go into the living room.”

“B-but, Mom...”

“Now, young lady.” She said sternly. Fluttershy shuffled to the living room and ducked down behind the couch as Smack Down entered.

“Fallenfeather, where’s Fluttershy?” he asked. Fallenfeather swallowed and walked into the living room.

“She’s um…” she didn’t know how to continue. She didn’t want Smack Down alone with her daughter.

“I’m right here.” Fluttershy spoke up. Fallenfeather looked to see her little head pop up from behind the couch. Smack Down huffed and walked towards her. A cold sweat formed on Fallenfeather’s neck as the cruel stallion approached the small filly.

“So, I heard you flew yesterday. Show me.” He said. Fluttershy slowly flapped her wings and rose cautiously into the air. “Is that the best you can do?! Higher!” Fluttershy swallowed and flapped harder. “Higher!” Fluttershy rose higher, her head was almost to the speeding blades of the ceiling fan. Smack Down looked up at the fan. “Higher.”

“NO!” Fallenfeather screamed. She flew toward her daughter and knocked her away, wrapping her front legs around her so that the fall wouldn’t injure her delicate body. She and Fluttershy rolled away from Smack Down, only being stopped by wall. Fallenfeather groaned in pain as the hard wall collided with her back and she gasped to hold herself back from screaming. Through gritted teeth, she said slowly. “That’s enough, Smack Down,” she paused to let out a slow breath, watching as it slowly disturbed her daughter’s mane. “She’s proven herself already.” She finished.

Smack Down looked at her through icy blue eyes. The gaze was nothing but pure cold contempt, but Fallenfeather locked her gaze with his. She could feel Fluttershy shivering against her and she rested her chin on her small head. Smack Down narrowed his eyes and gave a cruel smirk before heading back outside.

Fallenfeather closed her eyes and waited for his hoof-steps to fade away. She looked down at Fluttershy, who was crying. Her tears soaked her mother’s chest, making Fallenfeather shudder and hug her closer. She could no longer hold back the tears as they spilled from her eyes.

She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, but when Fallenfeather looked up at the clock she estimated it to be about two hours. She sighed; her friends would be here soon. “Come on, dear. Colorstrike and Rainbow Dash will be here soon.” She untangled her front legs from her filly and gently set her down on the carpet. As she got to her hooves, her back screamed in protest, making her stumble with a groan. Gasping from the pain, she limped to the couch and collapsed onto it. She closed her eyes and let out a slow breath.

“MOMMY!” Fluttershy cried. Fallenfeather’s eyes shot open once again. “Mommy, the kitchen is on fire!” Her daughter called. The eggs! She remembered. Despite the pain, she got up from the couch and ran as fast as her injury would let her into the kitchen. Smoke was rising steadily from the pan. She quickly turned off the burner and coughed as the smoke seeped into her lungs. She pushed open the window above stove to let out the smoke, letting out a breath of relief as it quickly dispersed from the room. She grabbed the pan in her mouth, wincing as the hot handle burned her lips, and carried it to the sink. She dropped it in the sink and quickly turned on the faucet, and the fire went out with a hiss.

A Brief Visit

“Ow! Easy!” Fallenfeather complained.

“Sorry, Feather. My special talent is sculpting, not bandaging!” Colorstrike replied.

Colorstrike and Rainbow Dash had arrived an hour ago, just after Fallenfeather had gotten the fire put out. Her friend was now doing her best to bandage up her hurt back. “So, tell me again what happened? You were pretty hysterical at first, so I didn’t really get the whole picture.” Colorstrike pressed.

Fallenfeather sighed and winced as her friend pushed on her back a bit too hard. What did happen? “Well, I was in the kitchen making breakfast when Smack Down came home. He asked where Fluttershy was and – ow – asked to see her fly.” She paused and sighed, not wanting to go on. Her lip trembled and she covered her eyes with her hooves. “H-he, wanted her to get hurt!” she cried. “He s-saw the ceiling fan and kept telling her to go higher, so I pushed her out of the way. He wanted to see her hurt, we wanted the ceiling fan to slice her up.” Her voice trailed off into a violent sob that wracked through her whole body.

Colorstrike paused, her messy red and blue mane falling into her eyes. Feather shouldn’t have to go through this shit. She thought. She sighed and continued bandaging, letting her friend cry out the tears and heartbreak. She remembered when Feather had introduced her to Smack Down; they’d seemed so in love. “Feather, you’ve got to tell the police. If you don’t I will.”

“No! You mustn’t!” she insisted.

“Feather, look at yourself!” Colorstrike cried. “He doesn’t love you or Fluttershy! He hits you daily, he doesn’t care! He’s going to end up killing you, or maybe if he gets bored with you, he’ll move on to your daughter. Is that what you want?”

“Strike, don’t you see?” Fallenfeather turned her head to look at her from her position lying on the couch. “We’ve been married for eight years. Eight years of kissing, laughing, and sex. Eight years of wonderful memories,” Fallenfeather closed her pale green eyes. “I still love him, Strike.” She sobbed.

Colorstrike wanted to sob along with her. Her friend was so confused, so blinded by her love for this… this… monster. This monster that wanted to hurt her and her daughter, that didn’t care. “Feather… this is killing you. Fluttershy can’t grow up happily if she sees you like this, if she can hear your cries as he beats you every day.”

Fallenfeather sighed. “I know… I want to leave, but I can’t, I just ca-.”

“You can, and you will.” Colorstrike insisted.

Fallenfeather sighed. “Okay… but not today.”

Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy were upstairs, talking. “Fluttershy, is it true that your daddy hits your mommy?” she asked.

Fluttershy sighed and fiddled with the bed sheets. “Y-yes.”

Dash blinked and tilted her head. “Why?”

Fluttershy shrugged. “Mommy says she doesn’t know.” Why did he hit her? Did she do something bad?

Dash looked down. “My daddy never hits my mommy. If they get into a fight they just yell for a while, then they make up.” Fluttershy envied Rainbow Dash’s family. She loved going to her house, spending time with her family, not having to worry about seeing her mother get hit. Colorstrike was so nice, and so was Rainbow Dash’s dad, Bow n’ Arrow. When she was over there she felt carefree, but as soon as she stepped in her own house a whole new wave of depression crashed over her like the ocean’s coldest wave.

“Rainbow Dash! We’re leaving!” Fluttershy heard Colorstrike call from downstairs. Rainbow Dash stood and flew out the door, leaving her friend to follow slowly. Dash flew down to her mother. Colorstrike looked up at Fluttershy, who hovered near the top of the stairs. “I heard you learned how to fly yesterday, Shy! You’re doing really well!” she encouraged. Fluttershy smiled and waved farewell to them. As they were about to open the door, Smack Down entered. He looked at Colorstrike and Dash without surprise. The pink Pegasus pony’s pink eyes stared coldly at the large stallion as she passed. Dash followed quickly, giving him a nervous look. Fluttershy knew the drill, when Daddy was home, hide in your room. She flew quickly and quietly to her room and gently closed the door behind her.

“Smack Down, have you eaten dinner?” Fallenfeather asked her husband. The big red stallion swaggered through the living room and plopped onto the couch beside her.

“Yeah, I ate with the wrestling team.” He assured her. Fallenfeather still laid on the couch, her back now just a dull ache. Smack Down roughly rolled her on her back, causing her injury throb. She gritted her teeth at the pain and watched as Smack Down lay over her. She gasped as she felt him enter her. There on the couch, he fucked her, but this time, she felt no love. He said nothing to her. Back when they were dating, he would gently kiss her neck and whisper how much he loved her. There was none of that, now. His eyes were cold as he stared at her, and she had to look away from him. She felt so gross, so violated. He groaned as he climaxed inside of her.

Fallenfeather lay still, trapped under him. He lay there for a few minutes to catch his breath before sliding out of her. She winced as she felt him leave her, she couldn’t look at him. Everything Colorstrike had said made sense. He didn’t love her. He just needed her to pleasure himself every now and then. She was nothing but an object, a piece of discarded trash.

Yet she still loved him.

Smack Down got up and went to the kitchen, leaving his violated wife frozen on the couch. He came back and threw a washcloth at her. It hit her in the face, stinging her muzzle. “Clean yourself up, you filthy whore.” He said over his shoulder as he made his way upstairs.

Fallenfeather got up, ignoring her protesting back, and wiped up the couch where his seamen had leaked. She threw the rag away and slowly walked into the downstairs bathroom. She turned on the water as hot as she could stand it and got in. She used all of the soap in her bottles and the washrag, but she still couldn’t get his stench off of her. She was still covered in his hatred. She leaned against the tile wall and sobbed as she slid down it, letting hot water mix with her tears.

Wing It!

It was cold when Fallenfeather awoke, two days after the incident with the ceiling fan, lying in bed next to Smack Down, who was snoring softly. The last two days had gone as usual; she got a blow there, a hit here. She had two more bruises added to her body, one on her shoulder and one that shaded her briefcase CutieMark with a purple haze. Squinting her eyes against the weak sunlight streaming in from the window, she looked outside to see that the windows were slightly fogged. She snuggled back under the blanket, shivering. She kept her eyes focused on the wall on her side of the bed, wondering if that was as cold as the rest of the room.

She looked up when her door creaked open and Fluttershy stepped in timidly. “Good morning, sweetheart.” Fallenfeather whispered. Fluttershy smiled, her eyes still looked dreary with sleep, muttered back a greeting.

Careful not to wake the sleeping stallion beside her, she slid out of bed and ushered her daughter out of the room and down the stairs. She walked into the kitchen, and as she opened the fridge, she felt a whole of laziness open in her stomach. They had plenty of food for breakfast: toast, eggs, tofu bacon, everything, but something inside made her want to cry at just the thought of dragging the ingredients out of the fridge, setting them out, measuring amount, and washing dishes. She closed the fridge, closing her eyes as it made a soft thud as it closed. Opening them again, she stepped lightly into the living room, where Fluttershy sat. “Let’s go out for breakfast!” she said in a chipper voice. Fluttershy looked up, her turquoise eyes brightening. Smiling, Fallenfeather nudged her daughter to her hooves.

Fluttershy lifted herself into the air confidently. She was getting used to flying by now, her wings pumped strongly and her back was arched perfectly. She’d be ready for Flight Camp in a couple of days. “Where should we go?” the yellow filly asked.

The orange mare thought for second, allowing her pink mane to fall into her eyes. There was a diner in Clouds Dale they could go to, it was nice and had a warm atmosphere. Although, on a Sunday morning it would be loud and busy. Fluttershy wouldn’t like that; she enjoyed quiet restaurants, with the usual clutter of silverware on plate, the occasional call from the kitchen staff. She’d never taken Fluttershy to the ground before. Fluttershy would love it down there; the little filly’s eyes had widened in wonder when she’d been informed about the creatures there. Still, it was too early for her filly to go to the ground. As wondrous as it was, it dangerous, and there was no way she or her beloved daughter could handle something as big as a bear or Manticore. Her talent was negotiating, not animal caretaking!

“Let’s just fly around town and see if we can find something that sounds good.” She decided. She opened the door and held it open for Fluttershy, who smiled and flew out. She followed slowly, closing the door behind her. She stepped lightly onto the soft cloud path that led from their home and into the city. Fluttershy hovered at her head, chatting sweetly about her friends and what she thinks her special talent might be.

“It could be singing; I’ve always been kind of good at it!” she thought out loud.

“You really are, dear.” Fallenfeather chimed in truthfully.

“Ooh! Or perhaps it could something to do with legal stuff, like yours!” Fluttershy exclaimed, dropping down to walk beside her mother. “I could be a lawyer, like you! Or maybe a judge.” She kept on. Fallenfeather smiled as they walked, listening to her daughter’s beautiful voice. Don’t grow up too fast; stay like this as long as you can, please! She silently begged her filly.

Her green gaze swept throughout the town, looking at the different restaurants they could visit. Neigghyborly Cookin’? No. Sweet Hooves? Nope. She stopped when her eyes spotted a small building. It wasn’t very busy, and it looked brand new, as if it had just been built. On the canopy above the door way were the words Wing It! in large, red letters. She took a few steps closer and peered inside. A few ponies sat in a couple of booths, chatting carelessly. Music whispered through the window and into her ear canal. It was soft, but still had a lively beat to it. The servers looked in good spirits; Fallenfeather could see their smiles reaching into their eyes. This was it; this was where they would eat. “Fluttershy,” she looked back at her daughter, who was standing on the sidewalk admiring the dress of a fancy looking mare who walked by seconds before. “Fluttershy,” she said again. The filly looked up. “We’re eating here, dear.” She said. Her daughter livened up and galloped over, her small hooves not making any sound on the clouds.

As the mother and daughter approached the double doors, a handsome stallion opened the door for them. He smiled at them, and Fallenfeather felt an unexpected chill go through her. Green eyes met blue as they stared at each-other for a long moment. “Right this way, miss.” He said. Fallenfeather snapped out of her trance and blinked. Fluttershy was looking at her strangely.

“Uh, Mommy?” Fluttershy said, tilting her head. She waved a small yellow hoof. Clearing her throat, Fallenfeather smiled back at the waiter.

“I’m fine, dear.” The orange Pegasus assured her daughter, not looking away from the sturdy stallion. The waiter grinned and led them to a small corner booth. Fallenfeather thanks him as they sit and watches wistfully as he walked away. She admired him from afar, however. He was strongly built; his muscles rippled underneath the brown coat. His mane was beige with black stripes and it fell adorably into his sparkly blue eyes.

Fluttershy was studying the menu carefully. “I’m gonna get apple cider!” she exclaimed. Fallenfeather looked at her daughter happily, glad she was in such a good mood.

“That sounds good; I think I’ll get the same.” She flipped open her own menu and her mouth watered at the pictures of food. Everything from tofu sausage to sage laden soup was there. “Dear, it may be breakfast time, but you can get whatever you like,” she eyes her daughter mischievously. “I know I’m not settling for pancakes or eggs.”

Fluttershy giggled and turned a page in her menu. “Oooh, this looks yummy.” She flipped the menu toward her mother and pointed at a picture of a steamy plate of steak, as fake as every piece of meat in Equestria, with mashed potatoes, brown gravy and a delicious looking house salad. It did look yummy.

“Ah, ma chérie bon choix.” Fallenfeather said, admiring the picture, hoping her daughter could translate what she’d said. All Pegasus ponies were born with the natural ability of being multi or bilingual. She herself could speak only English and French, while Fluttershy spoke English, French, and German.

Fluttershy wasn’t fooled. “You just said ‘Ah, good choice sweetie.’ Didn’t you?” she said with a smirk on her adorable face.

Fallenfeather laughed. “Oui.”

Twas Fine Service.

Fluttershy lay back in the booth, her hunger satisfied. Her mother sat across from her, her gaze looking to the left, her eyes lids lowered. She followed Fallenfeather’s gaze. She was staring at Fine Service, the nice waiter who'd served them. She'd liked him, the handsome stallion was fun to talk to despite the age difference. She'd only known him for an hour, yet she felt comfortable with him. She'd giggled silently when she noticed the obvious attraction between the waiter and Fallenfeather. This inaudible laughter stopped abruptly when she realized something, But... what about Daddy?

Smack Down was cruel, Fluttershy knew that, yet she still felt the natural tug of affection for him, the affection of a daughter to her father. Cruel or not, she still loved him. She had no idea what might happen if her father found out about this attraction. He'd be furious no doubt, but how furious? A voice sounded in her head Furious enough to kill-. She shook her head, as if to shake the thoughts out of her mind. It wouldn't come to that. It couldn't

Fallenfeather eyed the check. $38.46, it wasn't cheap, but it also wasn't enough to empty her wallet. She took her credit card and lay it on the piece of paper, waiting for Fine Service to retrieve it. "How was your meal, dear?" she asked her daughter, who seemed deep in thought on the other side of the table.

The gentle filly looked up. "Hm? Oh, the meal. It was great." she answered. Fallenfeather tilted her head, her daughter seemed distant.

"Everything alright?" she asked, a concerned tone in her voice. Fluttershy nodded her head, her long mane bobbing with it. She sighed, her daughter wasn't going to reveal anything. Not now.

"Excuse me, have you seen a tall orange Pegasus mare come in?" Fallenfeather froze. She knew that voice. Smack Down. Oh, God no! Not here! she prayed silently. She remained still and eyed Fluttershy who looked as if she might have an anxiety attack right on the spot. Don't panic. she mouthed to her filly. Fluttershy nodded and closed her eyes, taking a deep inhale through her nose.

"There..." Smack Down's deep voice said. Fallenfeather felt her mane being tugged as she was lifted off of her seat, gasping in pain. "..you are." He looked into her eyes, deep green pools of unfathomable horror. Fluttershy whimpered and began crying.

"Smack Down, stop." Fallenfeather whimpered through her tears. Her head felt as if she were being scalped. "Not in front of 'Shy, please!"

"Sir!" Fallenfeather was dropped back into her seat. Her chin smacked the table, earning a long groan of pain to escape the orange Pegasus. She glanced up at Smack Down,who was now face-to-face with Fine Service.

Shit! she thought. Fine Service was strongly built, but no way would the waiter win a fight against a seasoned boxer.

"Sir, you're going to have to exit the establishment." Fine Service spat at him. His blue eyes were reflections of Smack Down's: Full of hatred and rage. Fallenfeather felt a flitter of hope in her heart. Was somepony finally going to stand up for her?

Meanwhile, Fluttershy sat, petrified, on the other side. While her father argued with the waiter, she kept her gaze fixed on her mother's pleading expression. Her eyes were red from silently sobbing, she looked so desperate. Her eyes were huge and scared as she stared at the two stallions. You've got to stop this, Momma. Only you can stop Daddy. As much as she wanted to say it, she held her tongue.

"I don't give a damn if she wasn't home to make your precious breakfast." Fine Service was saying. "That wasn't necessary. Now get the fuck out of my restaurant before I call the police."

Smack Down glared at the other stallion. He smacked Fallenfeather on the shoulder, prompting her to flinch. "Get up." He looked over his shoulder at the terrified filly. "You too." He gave another disgusted look at Fine Service before turning around.

Fallenfeather slid shakily out of the booth with Fluttershy following closely behind. She gave one last begging look at Fine Service as she passed, then gave a quiet "thank you" to the greeter as he opened the door. She blinked as she felt the door slam behind her.

The street was nearly abandoned, it seemed so gloomy and depressing compared to the lively atmosphere of the building behind them. She yelped as she felt her neck being tugged and soon she was staring into her husband's icy gaze. "You are in for such a beating." He released her roughly and galloped in the direction of the house.

Fallenfeather shuddered and took out her cellphone, pressing the number "2". She held it to her ear and listened to mechanic ringing before she finally heard somepony pick up. "Hello?"

"Strike... I need you to take Fluttershy for tonight." she pleaded her best friend.

The two mares had met in their senior year of High School. Fallenfeather hd sat alone at her table at lunch, picking at her food, only to be surprised when a pink and blue mare shot into the seat in front of her. "Hey!" the mare had said.

Fallenfeather looked for a while. "Hi."

"Name's Colorstrike. Now I don't know who your are, or where you're from,but I can tell you're new." she smirked as she finished speaking.

Fallenfeather laughed. "I am." she confirmed.

Colorstrike swirled her hoof in a beckoning motion. "Name?"

"Fallenfeather."

Fallenfeather and her daughter flew to Colorstrike's house, where they were greeted as warmly as always. Colorstrike's pink eyes were warm as she looked at Fluttershy. "Dash is in the kitchen, honey." she told her. The two mares smiled as the filly ran inside, happily squealing. Strike's gaze hardened when she turned back to the orange mare in front of her. "What happened?"

"Long story." Fallenfeather sighed. She looked at her hooves that rested on the fuzzy "WELCOME" mat at the doorway. She heard Colorstrike sigh. "Tell Fluttershy I love her and I'll pick her up tomorrow." She heard her friend's mane swish as she nodded, then watched her pink hooves disappear as she softly clicked the door shut. She looked up at the solid door in front of her, recalling Strike's words. Fluttershy wil never grown up happy with him in her life. He's going to end up killing you.

"Yeah. I know Strike." she murmured, before lifting her wings and taking off.

Note from author: Sorry this chapter was a bit short, I kinda ran out of ideas. I need some time to brainstorm. I can't decide if the next POV should be Colorstrike's while taking care of Fluttershy, Fluttershy's, or Fallenfeather's.

Both Beatings

Colorstrike leaned against the door as she closed it, watching Fluttershy and her daughter play in the kitchen. Both fillies had chocolate cake batter on their little faces, making the pink Pegasus grin when Dash smudged some on the older filly's face. Fluttershy retaliated and smudged her friend with a defiant squeal.

She looked up with a smile when she saw her husband enter - Bow n' Arrow. The dark blue Pegasus smiled warmly at her as he descended the small staircase above the kitchen doorway, stopping to smile at her. He and Strike had met at a museum, where one of her sculptures were being featured. She was admiring the other masterpieces farther away, chatting with the workers, and the big-wigs who had their own pieces being featured tonight. Her hair was longer then, and it fell into a side-swept style just above her eyes. Her mane tickled her eyelashes as she turned her head, stopping dead as she saw a stallion admiring her sculpture. The sculpture was simple, just a depiction of Princess Celestia, yet his orange eyes were captivated by it as he stared. After striking up a conversation, the two had been inseperable, getting married in the spring six years ago.

He gave her a peck on the cheek as he neared and glanced into the kitchen, a concerned look on his face. "Something happened with Feather and Smack Down."

It wasn't a question, but Colorstrike nodded anyway, not letting her gaze from the yellow filly. She was flying confidently now, and Dash gazed awe-struck up at her as she hovered. "I need to call the police." she said. "She'd hate me forever though. Then she'd forbid Fluttershy from seeing Dash, and both of them will be miserable, and-"

Bow n' Arrow stopped her with a gentle touch on her shoulder, earning a grateful glance from his wife's magenta eyes. "I know. She'll snap out of it, I know she will." he assured her. "She's blinded by the love she felt for him in high school, back when he was gentle and kind."

"But he could kill her before that happened."

"We wouldn't let that happen."

"What if he killed Fluttershy?" she insisted.

Bow n' Arrow stared at her with a black expression. "Fallenfeather would never let him hurt her. She'd sooner die."

Fallenfeather shuddered as she received another painful blow from her husband. Her cheek was stinging from the previous blow he'd given, and her forehead wound had opened up.

Fluttershy squealed from the kitchen, Dash's voice sounded after. "Mommy!" she called. She flew out, holding a cake in her small hooves. "Look, Mommy!"

She collapsed when the niche in her hind leg was struck, prompting a loud wail of agony to escape her orange lips. "You gonna forget my breakfast again, bitch?" Smack Down roared from above her. Tears darkened the carpet as the fell from her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

"Wow!" Colorstrike exclaimed as she walked up to the her daughter. The cake was sloppy, but it made Strike's heart melt just the same. It was beautiful because Dash made it. Everything her daughter did was flawless. She looked behind Dash at Fluttershy, who was smiling awkwardly.

"NO!" she sobbed. Her head hurt from her nerve-shattering cries. Her back throbbed. She screamed as Smack Down yanked her head up by her mane, whimpering pitifully in sheer pain. "Smack Down, stop! W- AHHA!" Her cry was cut off when she felt her self being lifted. Smack Down had her mane in his teeth as he flew upward. Fallenfeather shrieked as she felt the loose hairs in her mane snap off. Finally, he let go. Her slender body plummeted onto the glass table below her and it shattered on impact.

"Fluttershy, sweetie! Dash got some wonderful tips from her flight coaches. Eh- Dash. Why don't you show her that packet?" Arrow suggested.

"Oh yeah! C'mon Shy!" Dash squeaked as she flew to her room. Fluttershy followed more slowly, a smile on her face.

Fallenfeather lay in shock on the shattered glass underneath her. She felt the pain as several shards sliced her skin, some entered her. Her voice came out broken and quiet. "Ah- ah- ah..." Finally she found her voice as the shock ebbed and the pain hit her full on. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She sobbed as Smack Down exited the room. Whimpering she slid painfully over the floor, a cry escaping every time she dragged over the broken glass, a new tear sliding down her face with each tiny movement. She pushed the table beside the couch, seeing the phone barely hanging over the side. "C'mon, you sonofabitch!" she cried. She sobbed hysterically as it finally fell, and she pressed down on the "9"

"1"

Freedom Isn't Free

NOTE FROM AUTHOR: I'm really impatient right not because this is the fifth fucking time I've tried to write this fucking chapter because my computer is a dick and decides to shut down at random times before I can fucking save my progress. If the chapter seems short, this is why. On a happier note!: WOW, I did not think my story would blow up like this! I mean, this started out as just a simple idea I got in my head after watching Fluttershy's cutie mark flash back, and it turns out you guys are LOVING it! You guys rock! <3
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Colorstike lay in bed on her stomach as her husband gently massaged her back. Both Pegasi's manes were a mess from their previous bout of passionate love-making, and now it was time to just relax. The couple may have been together nine years and married for six, but they fucked like newlyweds. She turned her head and lay it on the pillow, looking up at her lover. "Babe," she said, drowsily. "Do you think we'll be like this forever?"

Arrow leaned over from where he sat on her hindquarters and planted a gentle kiss on the pink mare's forehead. "I know we will." he said warmly. Satisfied with the answer, Strike allowed her eyes to drift shut.

Knowing his wife was asleep, Arrow kept massaging her back. This was the part after sex he loved best, just to be able to admire her as he worked his hooves over beautifully sculpted body. From her well chiseled backside, to her long, luscious legs, then up to her gorgeous face. Her personality was just as beautiful as she was: Happy and warm. She was stubborn, yes, but that was one of her best features. He bent his head and kissed gently between her shoulder blades, savoring the taste of her skin against his lips. His heart swelled with joy at the thought of spending the rest of his life with the perfect mare, his Colorstrike - the perfect mother and lover.

Meanwhile, behind the door of room 116, Fallenfeather was basking in her final hours of life. The shards of glass that penetrated her had sliced up her insides to the point where no surgeon could fix them; and even if they could, she'd have no life. She'd be a vegetable, unable to enjoy herself.

Smack Down had been killed, shot down by an officer when he'd been spotted in the streets of CloudsDale, The red stallion had seen them and his blue eyes had darkened in panic and he lost his cool as he zoomed toward the young, unexperienced officer. As much as she'd tried not to, Fallenfeather had sobbed like a child.

She wanted to say goodbye to Fluttershy, to Strike, to everypony she'd ever met, but she contemplated on if it would hurt them more. No, she thought. Better to let them know that I'll be gone then to leave them wondering. she decided.

She picked up the phone beside her and took a deep breath before dialing Strike's number. Tears poured down her face as she held the phone to her ear and the phone rang.

Once

Twice

After the fourth ring, she was about to hang up until a sleepy voice finally answered. "Herlloo?" It was Strike.

"S-Strike." she stammered. More tears poured from her face at the thought of telling her best friend that she was about to die. "No, I'm not fine." she answered truthfully.

"What happened?"

"Smack Down's dead, Strike. And so am I."

A long, painful silence answered her. Finally, she heard a deep breath. "W-hat?"

Feather gave a shuddering breath. "I'm dying Strike."

Then she heard it, a long loud wail exploded. Then Strike's voice was back. "N-no! Feather, I- no, NO!" She was hysterical now, and Feather could hear Arrow in the background and the shifting as the phone was passed and a more masculine voice replaced Strike's.

"Feather, what the hell happened?" Arrow asked.

"Long story." she breathed painfully. "Too long." she paused. "C-can I talk to 'Shy?"

Stony silence greeted her request and she heard a huff as Arrow thought of what he should do. In the background, Strike's wailing faltered and a door slammed.

Fluttershy blinked from her place in Dash's bed when light spilled into the room. Arrow stood, silhouetted against the harsh light from the hallway. His eyes were wet. "Shy, come here." he said.

Dash was a heavy sleeper, so Fluttershy wasn't careful when getting out of the bed. She tossed the blanket aside, revealing the blue filly's back leg as she hopped down. "What's wrong, Arrow?" she whispered.

The night-colored Stallion didn't answer as he led her into his bedroom. The bathroom door was shut and she could hear soft whimpers coming from inside. He picked the phone up off the bed and handed it to the yellow filly, who gave it a hesitant look before taking it.

"Hello?" she said.

"Shy?" a familiar voice sounded from the other line.

"Mommy!" she squeaked gleefully. Her attitude changed when she heard a choked cry come from the line. "Mommy?"

"S-shy.. I won't be coming to pick you up tomorrow..." her mother's voice was so depressed, Fluttershy could feel it dripping from every words she said.

"Mommy, what do yo-"

Her mother interrupted her. "I won't be coming tomorrow. Or the next day. Not ever." she said.

Fluttershy felt her lip begin to quiver, but she let her mother continue.

"Shy, remember when I told you why Granny Dazzle wasn't here anymore? Because it was her time to go?"

Fluttershy nodded, but then remembered that her mother could see her. "Y-yes."

"Well, sweetie." her mother took a quivering breath and sighed. It was obvious she was sobbing. "I-it's time for me to.. to..."

"Go." Fluttershy finished. She wasn't crying yet, but she could feel her eyes dampen.

"That's right." her mother agreed. "Fluttershy, Colorstrike and Arrow are gonna take care of you, I already had them listed in case something like this happened. They're gonna take care of you, they're going to love you, and you will continue your life." she insisted.

The tears finally spilled when her mother spoke again. "I'll never be completely gone, dear. I live in on in you, Flutter Natalia Shy." she used her daughter's full name.

"I love you sweetie. It's time for me to go now."

"Fluttershy took a deep breath. "Okay, Mommy. I love you too." She put the phone down as it clicked and kept her gaze fixed on the messy bed.

"'Shy?" She looked up at Arrow, who was staring at her concernedly. "You realize that you dad can never hurt your mommy again, right? She's free."

Fluttershy brightened at that and hugged her new father tightly. It was true. Her mother was free, but not without a cost.

HA, HE'S FINALLY DEAD! :D I know you guys probably wanted more of a painful death for him, but I just couldn't find a way to make that happen while keeping everyone in character! If you want, you can make up your own way of his death. The story ain't over yet! More chapters a comin'!

Memory Lane

As the three Pegasi finished their story, a hush fell over the large room of the library. Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash, now two beautiful and full grown, sat on the rug of the hollow tree, beside a middle aged Colorstrike. Tears were welling up in the magenta eyes of the mother and daughter, yet the shy mare wasn't crying, keeping a stony face throughout the story.

Her Ponyville friends looked absolutely horrified, even Pinkie Pie was silent. The party pony's blue eyes were wet and puffy from the crying she'd done, yet she lowered her sobs to small whimpers that escaped through her pink lips. Rarity's expression was utterly horrid, her mascara was smearing down her white cheeks and for once she didn't seem to care. Applejack wasn't crying, yet the country mare was obviously affected. Fluttershy could see it in her green eyes.

Spike and Twilight were silent, and the baby dragon clung to his adopted sister's foreleg.

"And now you all know," Fluttershy's aqua gaze swept across the trembling ponies in front of her. "Why I'm like this. You've all been asking? Well there it is." she said coldly. Colorstrike put a hoof on the younger mare's shoulder and squeezed gently. Rainbow Dash had gotten herself together, back to her original tough state.

"Good God, Fluttershy." Rarity finally said. The unicorn's cheeks were matted from the dried tears. She swept a hoof across them gently, gave it a quick glance, and set it back down. "That was certainly..." she grunted as she tried to find the right word.

"Horrifyin'?" Applejack suggested.

"Yes, horrifying." Rarity agreed, giving a nod to the farm pony. Fluttershy patted the carpet with a hoof, trying to recall anything else she may have left out. Her thoughts were interrupted by a tap on her foreleg. The yellow Pegasus looked up into the magenta gaze of her foster mother.

"Fluttershy," the pink mare started. "You do realize that Arrow and I always thought of you as a daughter since the day you were born." Colorstrike gave a small, sad smile. "If your mother were still here, I think she'd be proud of you! I mean, you graduated top of your class at Veterinary College, you're in the middle of earning your last degree, and you're an Element of Harmony."

Dash nodded. "Yeah, you've come a long way since you fell out of CloudsDale."

Fluttershy said nothing as she looked at the mare she always thought of as a sister. With a simple nod she stood and stretched, a long luxurious stretch that filled every muscle with fresh energy. "Well, I'm off." she whispered as softly as always. "Thanks for listening." she threw her last sentence over her shoulder as she exited the large wooden door of the library and lifted off, back towards her peaceful cottage near the EverFree. Looking back to check if anypony was behind her, she veered upward, and up she went until she finally saw her old cloud home. CloudsDale.

Pulling the memory to the front of her mind, she landed in the city and looked around. She searched through the streets until she saw it. Her old home. Not where she and Dash had lived, but where she and her actual mother had lived all those years ago. The giant "CONDEMNED" sign was paid no attention as she pushed her way through the gate and traveled up the spiraling walkway until she came face-to-face with the rotted wood of the door.

She pressed a hoof against the wood and she could almost feel every memory the door had witnessed running through her hoof. It'd been fourteen years since she'd been here, and now at nineteen she felt ready to come back. Just once. She pushed a bit on the door and shrunk back, terrified of what memories might lie behind it. The angry words and insults of her father seemed to leak through the creases of the old wood, and Fluttershy could feel her mind beginning to slip. With a cry, she backed away and began running, leaping the fence in a bound and jumping off the edge of CloudsDale.

Her wings didn't open until she was almost had landed, causing the impact between herself and the ground to be awkward and painful. She stumbled, muttering curses under her breath as she raised her jammed hoof to her face to examine it. It wasn't swelling, not yet, but it still hurt to put pressure on. With a sigh, she hobbled back to her cottage. The adorable faces of her forest friends welcomed her with warm gazes, and she felt her heart lift. Angel sat on a rock by the door and leaped onto the spot in her mane he loved best. She gave him a loving look and walked inside.

The cottage she had now was much more welcoming than any house she'd ever lived in. It was big to a normal pony, but because of her profession, she needed the space. The small oak door next to her kitchen lead into a bright yellow room with hospital beds where she kept her sick animals. Everyday she brought them out to exercise what they could,and to visit with the other critters, then it back inside to rest. She hadn't lost an animal yet to illness, old age wasn't exactly treatable.

Her bedroom upstairs was large enough only to accommodate a small bed, a desk, a dresser, and a few shelves. The shelves were bare except for a few photos of her, her friends, her boyfriend. and a diploma or two.

She went upstiars and stopped to look at the photo of her Big Macintosh, the rowdy country stallion she'd come to love. Applejack had talked all the time about her brother, and Fluttershy was surprised to had not met him before. Then one day last Spring, she'd come with a fresh delivery of dog food for the Apples' dog, Wynona, when she saw him. The lean muscles under his burgundy coat had rippled as he pulled the plow across the field next to his younger sister. The sweat dripped down his forehead and down his coat, making him gleam in the sunlight. Their eyes had met and that was that.

In the picture, Mac had his forelegs wrapped around Fluttershy, his eyes gleaming with affection as he looked at the breathtaking mare in his grasp. The picture next to it was of them kissing. It had been their first kiss, anypony could tell from the shocked expression in the eyes of the yellow Pegasus and the confident look in the half closed eyes of the farmer.

She smiled when she remembered that day in the photo booth.

"Shy, look!" Big Mac had said, racing towards a small booth.

Shy followed more slowly, amused with her boyfriend. "You think we can fit in there, babe?" she asked, scoffing as he fought to squeeze his muscular body inside. Finally situated, he patted his lap and the shy mare obliged, squeezing inside and sitting comfortably on his lap. After two silly photos and serious one was when it happened.

"Mac, do you-" she never got to finish her sentence as the stallion locked his lips with her's and the camera snapped.

First Time

Clop ahead. I suck at it, yup.

After a long day of plowing, Big Macintosh now lay flat on his back on red and white checkered blanket. A beautiful yellow Pegasus was resting her head on his chest, her aqua eyes never leaving the darkening sky. Two empty glasses that once held sweet red wine were set neatly in front of them, side by side. The large stallion gently stroked her soft mane, as they lie silently under the sky.

"Mac?" her soft, angelic voice spoke. Mac looked down to see her blue eyes looking up at him.

"Eyup?"

"Mac," she repeated as she scrambled into a sitting position. She turned her head to look at him, or partly anyway. Half of her face was hidden behind the long curtain of pink. "We've been together for a year now, and you haven't brought up..." she trailed off, a flush of bright red rushing into her yellow cheeks.

"Oh... OH." he said, flattening his ears. Sex. "Well,-"

Fluttershy interrupted him. "I mean, I appreciate it, really! Its just that, every other stallion I've dated has wanted to get just right to it, and each time I turned them down. It always made me feel as if that was all I was for, just a toy, ya know?" she looked at him, and Mac could feel himself drowning in the depths of her gaze. "But you haven't."

He sighed and placed his hoof on Fluttershy's, sending a silent prayer of thanks when she didn't move. "I guess it's because... I've never exactly been one to take it slow. It used to be just one mare after another." He began to panic when he saw his girlfriend's eyes widen. "But," he said quickly. "When I met you, and I got to know you, it made me realize that everything I'd been doing in the past wasn't getting me anywhere. That perhaps if I did something different, perhaps I could keep you." The gentle mare's eyes softened again as his words sunk in.

"I learned something Shy. I learned that if you always do what you've always done," he leaned in close to her. "You'll always get what you've always got." With that, he pressed his lips to her's and smiled to himself when he felt her kiss back. Every time he kissed her felt like the first time. Her kiss was amazing, and it seemed to refresh him with new energy, even the slightest peck on the cheek warmed him up. It ended far too quickly, and they pulled away. Shy smiled at him, her usual adorable grin that always made his heart burn with desire. It took every ounce of will power to stop himself from leaping onto her, yet he held back. He didn't want to ruin anything, never in a million years would he want this to end.

Her gaze went from happy to nervous in almost an instant. "What?" he asked.

"The beautiful Pegasus grinned nervously. "Nothing. It's just..." she looked away, blushing brighter than ever.

"Juuust?" Mac teased, drawing out the word, and he chuckled when it earned him a musical giggle from Fluttershy.,

"Just..." she sighed, a quick breathy one, and looked back at him. "I'm ready."

Mac couldn't believe his ears. Did the timid little pony just say what he thought? "You're... you're..."

"...ready." they said together. Fluttershy's little yellow ears flattened in embarrassment, yet she didn't take it back.

Mac sat where he was, his mouth agape with a total dumbfounded look on his face. He finally broke free of his trance when he felt himself being pulled forward and he fell, with a grunt, onto the ground. Fluttershy wriggled beneath him, and smiled with obvious fear in her eyes.

Mac was still trying to understand what was happening, so the animal loving mare, nuzzled him to give him some help. He looked down. "Are you sure?" he asked.

Shy nodded, a tiny bit of doubt sparking in her ocean blue eyes. "Y-yes." she stammered.

Being on top of her, made Mac's member spring to life and he shut his eyes at Fluttershy's yelp of surprise at it hit her in the stomach. "Sorry! Sorry!" he fretted. Shy slowed her breath, and nodded.

He didn't know where to start. He'd never been with a virgin before. He gazed down at her, his eyes searching down her beautifully chiseled body. He decided to start gentle and leaned his head down, softly touch his tongue to her soft yellow belly.

A soft squeak sounded from above, but Mac didn't look up. He planted soft kisses on her coat, earning a pleasured sound each time, slowly working his way down. He was just above the sweet spot when her smell hit him. It was a luscious scent, almost of lavender and fresh green grass. He moved his head to look between her legs and felt his erection throb at what he saw.

Tiny little rivers of her juices trickled down her slit, dripping onto the blanket below. He breathed in her scent, it was stronger now, almost overwhelming. His lover was whimpering now, and he looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was panting slightly. She opened her eyes and met his gaze, swallowing before giving him a tiny nod of encouragement.

With no further hesitation, he slid his tongue over her slit, a long, slow lick that traveled up its length. An audible, yet low moan came from Fluttershy, and she squirmed slightly under his tongue as he licked over and over.

Feeling bolder now, he gave a final lick before moving back up, and a frustrated groan came from Fluttershy. Her eyes were wet and small beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. He moaned as he pressed his lips to her's, and he slid his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste her own juices. He was in pain at this point, his erection was so hard. He desperately wanted to penetrate the small Pegasus, yet he held himself back, he had to keep this romantic. He didn't want Fluttershy's first time to feel rushed. He lifted his head and looked at her. "I love you." he whispered.

Shy opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "I love you too." She let out a soft yell as Mac rested the tip of his cock on her clit, and gently massaged it. She began panting again, and they became louder with each gentle rub. The tip of his cock was getting drenched in her liquid, and Mac allowed a slow moan to escape his lips and he rubbed against her clit a bit harder.

Fluttershy's hips bucked and her head flew back, and she moaned his name, two long drawn out syllables that were barely audible in the lust filled atmosphere. Finally, he could take it anymore. "Shy? I'm gonna put it in." he warned her. He pulled back a bit.

Shy looked up at him. "Okay, but..." her voice trailed away and she looked away from him.

"Yeah?" he said patiently.

"W-Will you kiss me when you put it in?"

"Of course." He pressed his lips to her's and gently thrust forward, moaning into her mouth as he felt his cock become enclosed by the walls of her sex. That was it, they were one as of now.

Fluttershy groaned into his lips before finally breaking off with loud scream as he fully entered his entire length into her. She panted for awhile as her vagina tried to adapt to the new item that had entered, and she lay her head down on the blanket, closing her eyes.

They lay there for awhile, not moving, before Mac finally began to move. Shy moaned loudly as he pulled out about halfway and went back in, prompting a soft scream of pleasure and pain to escape her. She repeated with each thrust, and her hooves went around his neck as he gained more speed.

Mac was moaning with her as he felt her inner walls sucking on his cock. With each entry, he grunted and felt his orgasm begin to build up. Fluttershy was close too, he could tell by her squirming. Her screams were gaining more volume and hips bucked wildly to meet his impact. Her head was shaking in a "no" movement wildly, and her mane was becoming more and more tangled with each wild movement.

As much as he wanted to keep going, he knew he couldn't, and nor could his lover. He thrust into her one quickly and hard, and let out his own low scream as his cum emptied into her. Fluttershy screamed as she climaxed, relishing the feel of the warm cum traveling throughout her body. She shivered as he pulled out of her, and tiny streams of semen dribbled out of her lips. Mac collapsed down beside her, breathing heavily.

Shy was whimpering as the red stallion pulled her into his arms, and he lay her head on his chest. They lay motionless just as they had before, staring up into the night sky.

AAAAAAAAAAaand I suck at writing clop. I swear to you all I will never again try to write clopfics. I apologize.

Memories

Note From Author: I had an idea today about adding a new character we all know and love, but I'll save that for a future chapter. Just a bit of a warning though. :D

Meanwhile, while Flutter and Mac were... ya know...

Twilight was sitting across from Colorstrike and Rainbow Dash, listening to them argue witt an amused smirk. The other seemed to be enjoying it as well.

"Mom, that is not even close to how it happened! Fluttershy was-"

"No, Dash! The huge Ursa Major was about to eat your father, and-"

"And Fluttershy stood in a saved him!"

"I know!"

"Oh my stars, Mom. That. Is. What. I've. Been. Saying."

Rarity was snorting trying to hold in her laughter, and AJ leaned over to Twilight. "Have you noticed how much alike them two are?"

Twilight scoffed. "Alike? Look at Colrstrike! She's as bright pink as Pinkie with a dark blue mane! Rainbow is blue with, well. A rainbow mane. The only thing alike is their eyes."

The farm pony rolled her emerald gaze. "No, Twi. Ah mean their personality. They're both stubborn as mules, they both love to argue."

With another glance, Twilight made sense of what her friend was saying. When they looked at each other, their eyes were reflections, as if they were thinking the exact same thing. They're laughs were the same, and their voice cracked simultaneously almost every time.

"Ooh! Ooh! Tell another Fluttershy story!" Pinkie squealed, hopping up and down, her blue eyes dancing with excitement.

Rainbow Dash sat down and crossed her front hooves. "Shy's saved us from animals hundreds of times. Bears, Manticores, Ursa Minors and Majors..."

Colorstrike's eyes softened. "Remember at Flight Camp," she turned her head to look at her daughter. "When you got stage fright and she had to talk you into performing?"

While Dash cringed, Rarity piped up. "Rainbow Dash with stage fright? I don't believe it."

Strike nodded. "It was their final test, and Rainbow was terrified."

"I wasn't that nervous."

"Shy, I don't know If I can go through with this."

Fluttershy looked up from where she was looking at the ground, trying her best to see any of her animal friends. The sun beamed off of her new cutiemark, making it stand out against her pale coat. "Dash, I'm sure you'll make it." she offered an encouraging smile, but it was shot down by her friend's reply.

"Oh, yeah! You can say that! But not me! Nooohoho, not me! Your cutiemark has nothing to do with flying! Do you know what pressure I'm under right now?!" The blue teenage Pegasus began flying around in a panic. "If I fail this test, Everypony will look down on me! Then I won't have friends! What if I'm asked to do a Sonic Rainboom?! That last one was just an accident! I'll never be able to perform another one in span of just two weeks! What if-" her zooming around was put to an abrupt halt as her face collided with a hoof.

Fluttershy hovered in front of her friend with her hoof extended with a frown on her face. Her blue/green gaze was concerned as she put her hoof back at her side. "Dash. You listen to me, and you listen good." she said. Dash straightened up. Shy didn't "raise" her voice often, but when she did, you need to listen. "You are the best flier I have ever seen. You, Rainbow Marianna Dash," Hearing her full name made Dash cringe on the inside, yet she kept a straight face as she listened. "Rainbow, you performed a Sonic Rainboom which hundreds of other ponies saw! You will pass this test. You won't just pass you're going to... Well, you're gonna pass the hell out of it!"

Dash smiled hearing her friend swear. She'd never sworn before, and she was amused by the shocked look on her friend's face. "Rainbow? Rainbow Marianna Dash?" She perked up when the announcer outside the curtain called her.

The blue mare looked over her shoulder as she pushed open the curtain. "Thanks, Flutters."

"Fluttershy SWORE?!"

"I'm guessing you passed, darling?"

"YOUR MIDDLE NAME IS 'MARIANNA'"?

Strike laughed as her daughter stared at her hooves. "Don't worry, Dash. Ya know, that cute little stallion you were dating in college seemed to like your middle name!"

Rarity's eyes lit up. "Stallion? Oh, dear! You must tell us!"

Dash laughed nervously. "T-that's for another time. I don't exactly feel comfortable aboutt alking about boyfriend's in front of the M-O-T-H-E-R."

Strike scoffed behind her and rolled her eyes. "He was a perfectly fine young man, it's a shame you didn't stay with him. He seemed loving enough. Although..." her eyes narrowed. "From what I sometimes heard at night, he wasn't always sweet."

"MOM, OH MY STARS!" Dash screamed before zooming out of Twilight's window.

The others were rolling on the floor by this time, their eyes wet from crying. Pinkie Pie was holding her stomach. "Ah, aha oh- my stomach!" she cried, clamping her eyes shut.

Happy At Last

IMPORTANT INFO: The following chapter takes place two years after the previous chapter

Rainbow Dash stood in her beautiful pastel colored gown, a pretty scented rose hung lose in her curly-styled mane. She admired herself in the body-length mirror, gently pushing a stray red hair behind her ear. She took a step back and gazed at her four friends. Pinkie Pie had taken the time to straighten her mane, yet the absolute curliness hadn't left, so it fell in thick, glossy waves that curled around her shoulders.

Twilight's highlighted mane was done in a pretty bun, a few dark strands were curled into tight spirals and it framed her pretty face. Rarity's hair was ina graceful side ponytail that hung around her left shoulder, Applejack had even taken her time today with her make-up and hair. She'd even gotten it cut, and it was in a pretty side-swept look at covered about a quarter of her right eye.

"Well, it's almost time!" Twilight said, checking the clock above the door. Rainbow looked up to confirm it. Ten 'til five. Right on schedule.

"I'll go see if Fluttershy's ready." she said, trotting out of the door. She walked joyfully through the long hallway until she finally reached the beautifully chiseled door. "Flutters, ya ready?" She said, poking her head in. She stopped when she could see her friend sobbing into Colorstrike's pink mane.

The Pegasus looked helpless as she tried her best to console whatever it was her foster daughter was fretting over. Fluttershy looked up, her makeup ran down her yellow cheeks. "Dash, I don't think I can do this! I mean, Colorstrike told me a long time ago that everything between my parents had been fine until the married," she looked down and bit her lip, looking as if she were about to dissolve into tears again. "W-what if that happens w-with..." She never finished her sentence.

She didn't need to, Rainbow understood. She ran over to her broken friend and nuzzled her gently. "Fluttershy, just because your dad was a total di-" She broke off when her mother shot her stern look. "Er, jerk. Doesn't mean your happiness has to be ruined."

Fluttershy sniffed. "I... I don't wanna go through any of that. I don't wanna put my future foals into that, I don't wanna be put through that pain again. What if he hits me, or worse, hits one of our foals?!" She fretted, before crumbling again.

Colorstrike frowned. "Fluttershy, Mac would never. I've seen him with you and how tender he is, how soft his voice gets when he talks to you." Fluttershy looked up at her.

Rainbow Dash leaned forward until she was face-to-face with her friend. "And even if he was, I'd call the police the second I even thought something was going on."

Colorstrike flinched, as if someone had just struck her. "That's exactly what I should have done."

Rainbow Dash looked at her mother. "You've gotta stop beating yourself up about that."

Meanwhile, Big Macintosh stood in front of the mirror in his own dressing room. The tux was tightly fit to his large stature, but he ignored it. Rarity had offered a thousand times over to make the suit, but he denied, saying he would rather rent one than bother her when she already had seven dresses to complete.

Fluttershy's foster dad, Bow N' Arrow stood beside him, looking proudly at his to be son-in-law. "You look great." He said, closing his eyes.

Mac poked at the soft carpet under his hooves before looking at the Pegasus. "Ah just hope Ah can be everything she's expected." He said, folding his ears down nervously.

Arrow opened his eyes and looked at Mac as he paced the room. "She just wants somepony that loves her more than anything. Do you love her more than anything?"

"Eeyup."

"Do you cherish her more than anything?"

"'Course."

"Then what's the problem here?"

Mac looked at Arrow and gave a small smile. The older stallion looked so hopeful and happy. "Nothin'. Absolutely nothin'."

Fluttershy flinched as Rarity's eyelash curler cornered her. "Come now, dear. I've got to fix your makeup!" She pleaded.

Fluttershy squeaked when she hit the floor,a small white hoof was placed on her chest. With a sigh of deafeat, she held still as her friend worked her magic on her eyes.

Twilight kept staring at the clock. "C'mon, guys! Two minutes!"

"Alright, dear. I'm almost... done! Ha!" Rarity squealed. They all stepped back to look at Fluttershy. Her gown was white, long and flowing, with small pink swirls that went along the hem of the dress. Her mane was in an up-do style, and it curled nicely around her ears. The young Pegasus shivered nervously and gave a weak smile to her friends.

Rainbow Dash smiled at her friend. She'd assured her friend time and time again that everything would be okay, and that she would never lose her friends. It had taken awhile, but Fluttershy had smiled, safely confident in what her friend was saying and allowed Rarity to come in and redo her makeup.

Mac's ears perked up as when he heard the piano begin the chime. He straightened up from where he was standing at the front and stared ahead as everypony who was seated stood up. His gaze swept across all of his family and friends who'd decided to attend. Applefritter, Applepie, Braeburn, even Ms. Cherry Jubilee was there. Applebloom and the other Crusaders skipped down the alter, scattering rose petals in their wake. The bridesmaids and groomsmen stalked in pair by pair - Derpy and Dr. Hooves, Rainbow Dash and Soarin'.

After what seemed like forever, he finally saw her. His breath caught in his throat as she stepped into view in all her grace and elegance. Her cheeks flushed pink when she noticed him looking at her, and she looked away slightly with that shy smile that always drove him insane. With Arrow at her side, they made their way down the aisle at an agonizingly slow pace.

Finally, there she was. She stood in front of him, her marked flank turned toward Celestia, who had insisted on performing the ceremony. "Fillies and gentlecolts," The Sun Goddess said, the cue for the piano to stop and for the guests to be seated. "We are gathered here today to witness the joining of Big "Apple" Macintosh, and Flutter Natalia Shy."

While Celestia droned on, Mac decided to drown in the depths of Fluttershy's aqua-marine gaze. He gazed at them head-on, not listening to whatever the princess was saying. His thoughts were broken when Fluttershy's angelic voice rose. "I do."

Celestia turned to him. "Big Macinstosh, do you take this mare to be lawful wedded wife? To love and to hold, in sickness and in health, through better or for worse, til death do you part?"

There was no hesitation in the stallion's voice as he said clearly. "I do."

With a majestic smile, Celestia rose her voice. "Then as Princess Celestia, ruler of Equestria, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Macintosh, you may kiss the bride!"

Macinstosh's lips had met his new wife's before the Princess had finished. He kissed her long and passionately, taking her in his forearms and leaning her back slightly. The crowd roared their approval with low cheers and clapping, a few shouts rang out and echoed in the chapel

Mac pulled away from Fluttershy and he smiled when he saw tears of joy streaming from her beautiful eyes. "As long as we both shall live." She murmured.

Mac nodded and nuzzled her, earning a soft giggle. "No matter what happens."

"Shy, you ready to go?" Mac called as he loaded the last piece of luggage into the carriage. He couldn't wait to go to their honeymoon spot - the beautiful Neighagara Falls. He pictures Fluttershy and himself stand up against the rail that was right next to the falls, she would be wrapped in his embrace, leaning against him, their eyes closed...

"Oh, almost!" She said. She turned back to her five friends, who all stood on the steps of the church. Rainbow had been the one to catch the bouquet, and the embarrassment was still fresh in the magenta eyes of the Pegasus.

"We're all gonna miss ya, Sugarcube." Applejack's voice twanged. She stepped forward and laughed, giving her friend a hug.

Rarity nodded, closing her eyes with a delighted smile. Pinkie Pie was shaking with excitement. "Ooh, and the second you get back to Ponyville, we're gonna have a ha-ugeee party! A "Welcome Back from Neighagara Falls!" party! There'll be cake, and dancing and music! Sweetie Belle would be happy to provide the music, right?" She said, turning to the young Unicorn who'd joined them only seconds ago.

"W-what?" Sweetie Belle asked. As she'd gotten older, Sweetie's voice had lost their adorable cracks, and it had become deeper and more refined, like her older sister's. Sweetie's question went unanswered as Colorstrike and Bow n' Arrow pushed their way through.

"We're gonna miss you so much, Shy! You and your new love better have a great time!" The pink Pegasus said, looking warmly at her adopted daughter.

Arrow smiled. "We'll see for Christmas, okay?" He said nuzzling her.

Fluttershy laughed. "Of course you will!"

All of the ponies smiled and pulled into a giant group hug, all of them laughing.

Fluttershy wriggled from her friends grasps. "Well, It's time to go." she said, smiling. With one last look to her friends, she flew to her new husband, seeing him instantly warming her heart to the point she thought it would explode. Mac turned and helped her into the carriage.

As soon had Mac slid into the seat beside his wife, she sighed and rested her head on his lap. The ponies lurched forward as the driver commanded the carriage and they sped away from the church.

Mac sat silently in his seat, stroking Fluttershy's long pink mane. She turned and rested her head so the she were looking up at him. A small squiggle of pink fell into her face, and Mac pushed away with a smile.

The yellow beauty smiled up at him. "I love you, Big Macintosh."

Mac smiled and leaned his head down and planted a deep passionate kiss on her lips. After a long moment he pulled away and pressed his forehead to her's. "I love you too, Fluttershy."

Author's Note

Alright, we are done! Sorry it took awhile to get this chapter out, I'm working on another story that'll be done soon, but that'll be a one-shot.
Anyway, I had so much fun writing this story for you guys, and I'm kinda both sad and relieved it's over. I never thought my ideas would blow up like this! I understand a lot of you are on Reddit, so if you'd like to know my username on there, just tell me and I'll gladly PM it to you! Suggestions for what I should do next?

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NOTE FROM AUTHOR: OH MY GOD, sorry it's taken so long to get another chapter out for you guys! UGH, my internet's been down and I finally got it back up. Anyway, over the time period its been down I've had time to brainstorm about how I should go about introducing that character I mentioned last time! Anyway, here we go. :D
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Fluttershy wiped a tear from her eye as she and her friends finished laughing. Their Sunday brunch was turning out well and just as funny as usual. Rainbow Dash's eyes were wet from laughing so hard at something she'd seen another pony in the restaurant do, and making fun of them had made her friends laugh until they were sobbing and their stomachs hurt.

"Like, what the hell is she on?" Rainbow's voice cracked as she leaned back in her chair. A snort erupted from Pinkie Pie as she tried to hold back her laughter.

Rarity was laughing too, but she looked uncomfortable. "Rainbow, you shouldn't make fun of her." She glanced over her shoulder at the grey Pegasus pony they'd been watching. "There's something wrong with her, we shouldn't be laughing."

Rainbow sniffed and she sat back up. "Yeah, I guess. But hey, her eyes were wide open and she ran into the salad bar, surely that's not something you can just watch and not get a kick out of, right?"

Rarity narrowed her eyes. "Its okay to find it humorous, but not to the level of trying to make Pinkie Pie wet herself." The Unicorn's gaze shot to the pink Earth Pony, who was near tears again.

While the two argued, Fluttershy was contemplating about how she would tell her friends about what she and Mac did. As far as she knew, she was the second to the last one to lose her virginity, next to Twilight. She picked up her water and sipped it as she thought. Perhaps she should just say it, just let it out. "So, on Thursday, Mac and I..." No. How about, "You know how you girls have been asking questions about when Mac and I..." No.. Sighing inwardly, she made up her mind. She'd just get out into the open. She cleared her throat loudly as she set her water back down. The other five mares stopped chatting to look at her. Rarity gave her an encouraging nod. "What is it, dear?"

Fluttershy smiled. "Well, you girls know that picnic that Mac and I went on a few days ago?"

The ponies nodded. "Well... After a couple of glasses of wine, we uh..." her voice trailed off, and she felt her cheeks get warm.

Pinkie tilted her head. "Youuuu?" she stretched out the word.

"We ha- had..." she stammered. She squeaked as she was faced with five pairs of curious eyes.

Suddenly Rarity's dark blue gaze seemed to clear as she began to put the pieces together. "Oh. OHHH!" her voice raised an octave and giggled happily. "Fluttershy, darling! You mean..." she lowered her voice when she noticed others staring at her. "...sex?" She squealed again when her friend nodded.

Twilight's purple eyes were awe-struck, Pinkie's eyes had gained a mischievous glint.

Rainbow's gaze was softer, however. "And? Did you like it?"

Fluttershy giggled. "Y-yes. He was so sweet, and romantic. It was... nice."

Applejack sat up. "My brother? Sweet and romantic? Psh, not from what Ah heard from the farm."

Fluttershy felt a cold sweat break on her forehead. "Y-you.. You heard us?!" she whispered.

While the other five ponies looked at the farmer in shock, Applejack nodded. "Well, I heard one 'a ya. Some squealing, and Ah ain't never heard my borther squeal."

Fluttershy's cheeks flushed and she sat back, hiding as best she could behind her long mane. "Oh my."

Rainbow scoffed. "So what? It's nothing to be ashamed about. You cashed in your v-card and you made a bit of noise. No biggie. Hell, I'm surprised you had the courage to do it, Flutters."

"Excuse me?" Fluttershy jumped at a deep voice from behind her. She was faced with hazel eyes that were... crossed? Lazy? Oh shit, shit shit! It was the mare she and her friends had been laughing at! She felt her cheeks grow hot and she heard Rainbow suck in air from behind her.

"Um... hello." Fluttershy stammered.

"Are you Fluttershy?" the grey Pegasus asked.

Is she talking to me? Her eyes keep moving around, I can't tell... "Um, yes."

"My name is Derpy Hooves." She said, and she didn't flinch when Twilight began coughing beside her. She let her focus fall from Derpy as she looked at her friend. Pinkie was hitting her on the back. A small teacup was wrapped in a pink aurora as the lavender Unicorn levitated it. When she was done, she cleared her throat and blushed as she looked at Fluttershy and mouthed the word "Sorry".

Turning her attention back to the stranger, she saw that the mare was trying her best to look directly at her. "You may find this hard to believe, but your mother, Fallenfeather... She saved me."

Fluttershy sat across from Derpy with a cup of tea between her hooves on the patio of the restaurant. "So, tell me again how my mother... saved you?"

Derpy nodded and set down her own cup. "Yes, you see, when I was a baby I had this... rare Pegasus disease."

Fluttershy nodded in understanding. "What was it?"

Derpy shook her head, her pale yellow mane swishing with it. "It has no name, that's how rare it is. It develops inside the womb, and unfortunately I was one of the few Pegasi in the history of Equestria to contract it." The mare scoffed. "Figures. Anyway, its results were few. Heart failure, one kidney, and well," she gestured to her eyes with a hoof.

"A couple days after I was born, the doctors had told my parents that there were no available hearts for me, none healthy enough, anyway. About a month later, I was living on a ventilator, eating out of a tube. My parents were about to pull the plug when we got some news. A Pegasus by the name of Fallenfeather had just died, and while the rest of her insides had been sliced into oblvion, her heart was still intact." Fluttershy lifted her head when she heard her mother's name.

Derpy smiled. "I had the surgery a few days later. My disease wore off, but my eyes were left the way they were, they just couldn't be fixed. Not that I mind, I see fine. Well, what I think is fine. When I ran into the salad bar today, I was so humiliated. I used to get teased a lot in school because of my eyes. Ponies would call me 'retard'. My IQ is at 160, I don't think that means I'm retarded. I just can't see right is all."

Fluttershy frowned. "Can you focus them at all?"

Derpy nodded. "Sometimes they just focus on their own, and for a brief moment I feel normal," she smiled a small, sad smile. "Like nothing is wrong with me, ya know?"

Fluttershy could feel her eyes tearing up by now. "But then, they just go back to how they always are and I'm the same Derpy Hooves that I've always been." She shrugged. "Life goes on I guess. You just gotta take whatever life gives ya and use it 'til it's last mile, am I right?" She laughed ans she lifted her cup again, chugging the rest down.

Fluttershy smiled. "I'm glad that my mother helped somepony out there. She died as she lived, helping others at her own expense." Her smile faltered as she remembered all the nights she'd been sent to Rainbow's, when she found out what her father had been doing to her mother. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and she blinked them away. When she looked back up, Derpy was frowning at her, and she reached across and embraced the older mare in a tight hug.

Fluttershy hugged back, pressing her face into her new friend's mane. When they pulled apart, she could see tears in Derpy's eyes as well. "How did you know what I was feeling?" she asked, wiping away a tear.

Derpy stood in her chair, revealing her Cutie Mark. "Bubbles?" Fluttershy asked.

"No, well yeah. Bubbles. My special talent is Psychology. When ponies start feeling down, their eyes are the things that tell it before the words out of their mouths do. Like bubbles. You can tell a bubble is about to pop by looking at how it expands as it reach higher and higher into the atmosphere. And then..." Derpy's hooves separated to emphasize her words. "...pop" "Eyes are like bubbles, Fluttershy. The more feelings that well up inside, the more you can tell about what's about to spew when they pop. Whether it be happiness or sadness, that's something an experienced psychiatrist like myself can tell."

Fluttershy thought for a moment, trying to see sense in what the grey mare was saying to her.

Derpy could see the concentration in the yellow Pegasus' aqua-marine gaze and smiled. "The more you think about it, the less sense it'll make. It'll come to ya. It'll pop."