And Suddenly, I'm Fluttershy

Intermission

Lyra

Lyra couldn't believe this, a human! An actual human! Admittedly in a pony body, but a human nonetheless.

She had met with this human earlier, and she had fallen for her. She had fallen hard, indeed.

Everything about her was perfect, her demeanor, the way she would go off on crazed tangents without any provocation, even the way she gestured wildly with her wings or hooves when she talked.

A human in a pony body. Absolutely perfect.

As much as she loved humans, and she hated to admit this, their bodies were... gangly and thin. The hands were amazing, but ultimately magic was far more useful. That, and they didn't have much fur. No, Lyra preferred other ponies, physically, at least. Not to say that she wasn't open minded, but she really did prefer ponies.

Fluttershy was cute before, but she wasn't Lyra's type of pony, but Bartholomew...

It's the eyes, it's all in the eyes. Bartholomew's eyes were enchanting, the way they looked at her, the way they scrutinized everything, but the were odd. There was something in them, something alluring, and off-putting at the same time. She thought for a moment, trying to place the look, but she could not.

And now, she observed Bartholomew from afar, with binoculars. Ditzy was there with her, having brought some muffins to snack on.

Ditzy Doo was a mare of extremes. On one hoof, she was incredibly clumsy, once even wrecking town hall just by sitting down. On the other hoof, she was incredibly intelligent, despite her looks, her manner of speaking, her... Actually, pretty much everything.

The two ponies ate muffins while observing the party.

"Why don't you just talk to her, it can't hurt to try," asked Ditzy.

"No, I blew it, I shouldn't have kissed her. She probably hates me now," responded Lyra dejectedly.

"Don't say that, she might reciprocate the feelings!"

"From what I know, she probably isn't attracted to ponies. She might not even know what kissing means! The again, if she doesn't know..."

"That's the spirit! Your chances aren't ruined. And even if she does know, maybe she was just surprised or..." Ditzy gasped, "She's probably worrying about her old life."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

Several minutes passed.

Ditzy spoke up, "Not that this isn't fun, but... Yeah, this isn't fun."

"I know, but I want to know what she thinks of me."

Another silence fell.

"I have an idea, why don't you ask her?" asked Ditzy.

"Not with everypony in there!"

"Come on, I can see that it's eating you up inside, just ask her and get this over with already."

Lyra thought about that.

"Fine," she said.