7 Days in Heaven

Such a soft, beautiful singing voice. It always starts low- the singer is nervous. You can hear the shakiness in her voice. Her vibrato flutters with her shivering body. Eventually, the song starts to solidify. The nervousness disappears, and is replaced by a stern sense of necessity. The voice grows louder, more confident, until everything is drowned out by it. Your heart pulses, and your eyes water. You gasp for air, almost drowning in the serenity of it. You clench and unclench your fist, your mouth uttering nonexistent words. The voice fills everything- fills your soul- and you wake up. Your nose is filled with the faint scent of perfume, and your eyes see a fading picture of pink and yellow. Another forgotten dream. This one seemed different somehow. It wasn't so much a dream- it was a memory. A memory of one of the best nights of your life. A night you've told no one about- not even Dash. You touch your cheek, and close your eyes. You can still smell that faint scent. Sweat, tears, and that strange, exotic perfume.

You dress, and walk down the stairs, into the living room. You look pensively at the couch, remembering the events of the previous evening. Twilight's advice still resonates with you. You need to change. To take what you want. You take a deep steadying breath. You can hear her soft footsteps. You turn around. She waits for you, nervously shuffling her feet. Her long, pink hair covers her eyes. You walk up to her, brush the hair out of her eyes, and look at her.

"It's been a long time, Fluttershy," you say.

She opens her mouth to say something, but the only thing that comes out is a squeak. You chuckle. She looks at you with panic. You shake your head. "I'm not laughing at you. I was Just thinking how little you've changed."

She continues to shuffle her feet nervously.

"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?" she mutters.

"It's neither. It just is," you reply honestly. "So, what are we doing today?"

"Oh, I don't know. Whatever you want to do, I guess." She hiccups, and covers her mouth, blushing.

"Fluttershy, calm down. It's just me. Don't be nervous." You take her hand, and stroke it soothingly. It seems to work- she smiles, and some of the nervous energy around her seems to dissipate. You lead her over to the couch, and sit down with her. "Why don't we just talk for a while? How have things been going?" She turns her face away from you. You sigh. "I thought it might be like that."

"Are you disappointed in me?" she asks, her voice quavering.

"No, not disappointed. I learned something yesterday." She turns to look at you, her eyebrows raised. "I learned that, no matter where you are in life, there is always hope. Always room to change." You stand up. "I know what we're going to do today." Fluttershy cocks her head to the side.

"What?" she whispers.

"We're going to finish what we started all those years ago. Did you bring your guitar?" you ask.

"I... I did. I thought, maybe... maybe I could play a little for you," she admits. "I thought maybe we could, you know... have another night like..." she trails off.

"We have our whole lives ahead of us, Fluttershy. But the time for change is now. I do want you to sing for me- but not just me." Fluttershy gasps, and puts her hands in front of her face.

"Oh, oh no. I couldn't. I won't. I can't."

"You will." You pull her up, and look at her. "Go get your guitar, Fluttershy." She looks at you pleadingly, but you stand resolute. She sighs shakily, and walks out of the room. You feel your lips curling. The time for change is now... and before you help yourself, you're going to help Fluttershy.

~

"Oh, excuse me- pardon me- oh, I'm sorry!"

You sigh. You thought you were pathetic, but the new girl is absolutely helpless. She's tiny, and seems to go unnoticed by the rest of the people in the hall. She has waist length pink hair, and is dressed in yellow floral dress. She's being bounced between them like a rouge basketball, roughly thrown into lockers. You shrug, and enter white knight mode. You manage to break through the crowd, and reach her.

"Where are you headed to?" you ask.

She looks at you, and her eyes widen. Her face drops, and she mutters something.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. Say that again."

"... room 207," she manages to squeak out.

"Okay, follow me," you say. You grab her hand, and lead her through the crowd. Whenever you brush against somebody, or gently nudge them out of the way, you can hear her apologize for you.

"Oh my, I'm terribly sorry- oh whoops, I didn't mean-" it's a stream of half-finished apologies.

"So what's your name?" you inquire.

"My name is..." her voice sinks down.

"Sorry, can't hear you, speak up."

"My name is Fluttershy," she murmurs.

"Well hello Fluttershy, my name is-" the school bell rings, and drowns your voice out. You finally reach room 207. You let her go. "Well, here we are. Room 207."

"Thanks," she squeals, and then bolts into the room. You chuckle a little. Turns out there is someone a bit more panicky around the opposite sex then you. Just as you get ready to head towards your own class, Pinkie comes bounding down the hallway. She is holding hands with another girl- a punkish looking girl who DJ's for the morning announcements.

"Oooh, who was that little number?" Pinkie asks teasingly.

"Her name is Fluttershy. She's new," you explain.

"Hitting on the new girl? You never change do you," Pinkie chuckles. You raise an eyebrow.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you say.

"Of course you don't," Pinkie giggles. She nudges you a few times.

"Aren't you going to be late for class?" you ask, pointing up towards the clock.

"Oh shoot! Come on Scratch!" She waves you goodbye as she and her girlfriend run down the hallway. Scratch? What kind of name is Scratch? Well, it takes all kinds.

The rest of the day passes by rather uneventfully. Dash sleeps through class, as usual. Applejack sits in the front, eagerly asking questions. Rarity continually checks herself in the mirror. Nothing out of the ordinary. As the day ends, you and Dash go through the usual routine of wandering through the soccer field. Your talk turns towards sports, and as she drones on about some team you know nothing about, you notice something. It's the new girl. She is standing, all by herself, in the middle of the parking lot. She looks around, clearly confused and upset. You excuse yourself from the conversation, and jog over to her. She notices you, and her head immediately sinks down again. As you approach her, you get a strong urge to lift it up, and make her look you in the eyes.

"Everything alright?" you ask the new girl.

"Well, um... my ride isn't here," she says. She fidgets nervously.

"Oh. Well, I can give you a ride, if you want," you say. You smile kindly at her.

"You don't have to do that. I mean, I'm sure he'll be here... eventually... maybe..." her bottom lip starts to quiver, and you realize she's doing her best to stop herself from crying.

"Really, I don't mind. My car is over there," you say, pointing to your car. She peers at it curiously. You can see the cogs in her head working, turning furiously. As she is about to answer, there is a loud beep. You both turn, and see a bright yellow Mini-Cooper pull up.

"That's him!" She bounces up and down, and you can't help but laugh a little. She quickly sobers up, and goes back to being shy. "Thank you for the offer though... I appreciate it... HERE!" She throws something at you, and bolts as fast as she can to the car. You barely catch the piece of paper. It's her name... and a number. You goggle at it. Maybe she isn't as shy as you thought.

~

"I won't call them! I won't!" Fluttershy stamps her feet and hugs her chest like a child. Her bottom lip pokes out, and her eyes glare at you with the heat of a thousand suns. Man, this girl can stare... it's like it's piercing your soul... you manage to shake yourself out of it.

"Fine, then I will," you say. You pull out your phone, and start to dial a few numbers. Before you get the whole number in, Fluttershy clutches your hand.

"No, please, I can't do it! I'm sorry, I really am, but I can't!" She tries to pull the phone out of your hands, but you maintain your grasp on it.

"Fluttershy, you are not nearly as weak and helpless as you think you are," you say.

"Oh, but I am weak and helpless," she moans.

"No you aren't. And I'm going to prove it to you. Now, if you'd please-" you pull the phone out of her clutches. You finish putting in the number, and press the enter button.

"NOOOO!!!!!" Fluttershy screams. She launches herself at you, and knocks you over. Your phone goes flying across the room. You are about to yell at her, until you realize how close you two are. She's right over you, her face inches from your face. You can see the sweat on her brow... the water at the edges of her eyes. You can hear her soft breathing, and smell the sweetness of her breath.

"Fluttershy..." you mutter. You try to get up, and shift your hips. Her breath hitches, and she bites her lip. You look down. She is wearing her dress- her favorite yellow one- and it has ridden up a little. You see that the most honest part of her is right up against yours. There are layers of clothes there- your jeans, both of your underpants... but you can still feel her heat.

"Don't move," she sighs. She leans down, and gives you a deep kiss on the lips. You run your hand through her hair. You don't know how to describe the feeling. The kisses get deeper, and she grinds against you. You both give a little gasp of pleasure, and before you can help yourself, you roll her over and pin her against the floor. She gaps a little, and stares up at you. She runs her hands on her cheek, on your chest... "I want to see you," she whispers. You know you're blushing- you always do. You have no idea what to say.

"You first." It is out of your mouth before you can do anything. In some way, you want to stop it, want to take it back. But as she lies there underneath you, another part of you is glad- very glad- that she said it. She gently pushes you off of her. She gets on her knees, and shaky smile crosses her lips. She grabs the bottom of her dress, and pulls it over her head. Her bra and panties are the same color as her hair- pink. Some small voice in the back of your brain notices that her underwear has the same pattern as her dress, but you quickly dismiss that voice. You want your entire brain to be here for this. You want to take in all of her... to never forget this.

"Come here," she says, pulling you to her. She pulls of your shirt. You're a little embarrassed- you don't really take too many trips to the gym- but she doesn't seem to mind. She runs her hand from your shoulder to your chest. "You're very handsome," she says. You try to thank her- to do something- but no retort rises to your lips. The experience is too much for you. Again, the memories of that night surface... you kiss her again, more gently, but she pushes you away.

"What's the matter?" you ask.

"I said I wanted to see you... now come on." She knocks you down. This is just so unlike her. She goes for your belt. She fumbles with it, and you help her. She gets it, and almost greedily pulls it off. She tears down your zipper, and pulls off your khakis. You're mortified when you realize you're wearing your novelty South Park boxers. She giggles however. "I had no idea you were a fan," she says.

"I like the show," you say. You know it sounds lame, but your brain isn't in tip-top shape. As you think of something more clever to say, a pained look crosses Fluttershy's face. You are about to ask her about it, when the look turns into one of resoluteness. She reaches behind her, and fiddles with something. After a second, she lets go, and her bra falls to the floor. Her breasts are perfect- bigger then you would have imagined for such a little girl. She crawls to you, and you start kissing again. She presses herself up against you- hard.

"Let's finish what we started," she says breathlessly. She practically begs. For one wild second you want to agree with her- to just go with it. But you know you can't. And so does she.

"Fluttershy... please..." you back away, and draw your knees up. Her smile turns into a frown. She reaches over, and puts her bra back on. As she reaches for her dress, you begin to clothe yourself as well. After you're both dressed, you look at each other. The silence is not awkward. It is more sad- more ponderous.

"I shouldn't have done that," she says.

"It's okay Fluttershy. I want to, it's just... I made a promise," you say. She walks away, and finds your phone. She walks back over to you, and puts it in your hand.

"You trust me, right?" you ask.

"More than anything," she whispers.

"Then trust me with this." You dial the number. After a few rings, the other line picks up.

~

The house is small and yellow- a lot like her. She just surprises you more and more every day. The more you hang around her, the more she seems to come out of her shell. She still can't talk to you without looking at the floor, but at least you can have an entire conversation. Still, it seemed much beyond her level to have invited you to her house. You're not complaining- she is a very nice girl- but her nervousness seems to have rubbed off on you. You can feel yourself going up and down on your tiptoes, and have to actively stop yourself. You walk up to the door and knock. You wait for a while- no answer. You knock again, louder this time. Another minute, still no answer. Just as you begin to wonder is she snubbed you, the door opens. You expect a parent of some sort, but it's her. She smiles at you for a second, but her head quickly nods down to the floor.

"Hello," she whispers.

"Hi Fluttershy," you say. You wait for a few awkward moments. "Can I, um... can I come in?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, sorry, of course you can come in," she says. You walk in the house. It seems somehow bigger on the inside. The house is filled with animals of all sorts. Birds chirp happily in birdcages. Cats stretch out in the sun. Dogs bark and paw at each other. There's even a tortoise in the corner.

"Wow. You must like animals, huh?" Her eyes grow wide. For the first time since you've known her, she seems genuinely excited.

"Oh, they're just my favorite thing! I love birds, and dogs, and dragonflies, and whales, and penguins, and-" she catches herself. "Yes, I like animals a lot," she finishes. You look around for her parents, but you don't see any.

"Where's your Mom and Dad?" you ask.

"Oh, I don't know... probably out again..." she tries to say it as nonchalantly as possible, but you can tell there is a tone of hurt in her voice.

"Oh." Another awkward silence crops up. You do your best to dissipate it. "So, umm... what do you want to do?" Fluttershy shrugs. The question seems to have put her in a bit of a mood. "Well, we could play video games," you suggest.

"I don't have any video games," she says.

"Well then maybe we could watch a movie," you say.

"I don't have any movies either," she says. No video games or movies? What the heck does this girl do all day? "Wouldyouliketohearmeplayguitar?" she asks suddenly.

"Woah, slow down there. Saw that again, more slowly this time," you say. You reach your hand out, and put in on her shoulder. At first, she tenses, but after a second she seems to relax. She smiles at you- for what seems like the first time.

"Would you like to hear me play guitar?" she asks gently. You nod, and smile. She runs up the stairs, and you sit down. One of the many dogs comes up to you. It is a small brown one, with big, floppy ears. You scratch it behind the ear, and its back leg begins to bounce up and down. You chuckle a little. "Oh, I see you've found Winnona." Fluttershy's back- and she's brought a well-worn acoustic guitar with her. "That dog is actually a friends- I'm pet sitting for her."

"Well, she seems like a very good girl," you say. Winnona rolls over for you, and you obligingly scratch her belly. Fluttershy takes a seat in a chair across from you. You wait for a while, absentmindedly scratching the dog. She puts her hands to the strings haltingly, seeming to feel for something. You see she's shaking a little.

"I... I've never played for anybody before," she admits.

"I'm sure you're fantastic," you say. She gives a little grin, and takes a deep breath. She starts to play. You're surprised- you had just said she's be good to be supportive. But she is good. Very good. You don't recognize the tune. It's folksy, romantic... and very, very lonely. She continues to play, seeming to lose herself. Then she looks straight at you. Something passes between you two- and she begins to sing. You can't make out the words- you're not even sure they are words, exactly. But you know, for a fact, it is the most wonderful thing you've ever heard in your life. It fills you up entirely. Your every waking thought is focused on her. You don't understand how someone could do this. It's not human- it's angelic. You feel a lump begin to form in your throat. Your eyes begin to water. Just as you think you're about to be pushed over the edge, she stops playing. She looks at you expectantly.

"Was... was I good?" she asks.

"You... you were amazing," you mutter breathlessly. Her head falls to the floor.

"You can be honest with me. I don't mind," she sighs.

"I am being honest with you." You walk over to her, and sit next to her. "That was really amazing- I mean it. I've... I've never heard anything like that. I don't even know how to describe it." She starts to smile- a real, joyful smile. She puts down the guitar, and takes your hand.

"I'm so happy you enjoyed it," she says. You notice how pretty she is. Sure, she's a little unassuming... but her face... those eyes. Those beautiful eyes. She moves closer to you, and puts her head on your chest. "I really like you. You're so nice to me. Almost everyone else just ignores me- but you're different." You should be feeling awesome. A girl likes you- she really likes you. So why do you feel strange? Almost... dirty. Like you're betraying someone. You stand up. Fluttershy stares up at you, alarmed.

"I'm going to get a drink," you say, and you rush towards the kitchen. You walk in, and stand by the sink. You take several steadying breaths. You keep seeing the same image- a bright flash of rainbow-colored hair. A sly grin. A booming, yet somehow still feminine laugh. You can't do this to her- you can't. You splash some water on your face. You need to leave- you need to come up with some sort of excuse. This can't happen, this can't- what is that? Is Fluttershy...? You rush back over to her. She has her head in her hands. "Fluttershy, what's wrong?"

"I knew it. I knew I was no good for you," she chokes out between sobs. You feel a deep pang of guilt.

"Fluttershy, no..." you try to say something, anything. All you can think to do is reach out, and take her hands. She looks at you, tears in her eyes.

"Please... I need somebody." She looks at you imploringly. You realize you can't hold out. She's to beautiful. To... to there. She is attainable. You see another flash of rainbow, but you put it out of your mind. You lean in, and kiss her.

~

The girls walk into the room- first, Applejack. She looks at you, and tips you a friendly wink. Then Rarity. She gives you a haughty smile, and a little wave. Pinkie Pie comes in next, practically bouncing. Twilight Sparkle follows, looking politely inquisitive. Dash is the last to enter. You expect her to be excited, or curious, but you're surprised to see she looks rather sad. You realize you haven't talked to her since the first day you were up here. You remember the car ride to the cabin... it seems like a lifetime ago. You remember how excited you were to be with her. How long you waited for that opportunity. You wanted so bad to be with her- and since you've been here, you've hardly spoke. You feel a strange chill go through you, but you let it pass. You have something very important to do. The group all take a seat on the large couch in the living room. You're seated on a chair facing them. You stand up, and address them.

"I'm sure you're all wondering why I called you here," you start. "It's because Fluttershy needs our help." A burst of conversation follows this.

"Is she okay?" inquires a worried Pinkie Pie.

"Yeah, what happened?" asks Twilight. You turn to Rainbow Dash, but she still seems to be rather aloof.

"She's fine, she's fine. But she needs something. She needs to realize the truth- that there are people who care about her. That she has friends. That she is not an invisible person. That she is loved by, and cared for, by many people," you say.

"She knows we like her," says Applejack.

"Yes, she must. Why else would we have invited her up here?" asks Rarity.

"I know that you like her- but I don't think she does. She needs proof," you say.

"Proof? Well, what kind of proof can we give her?" asks Pinkie.

"You can be honest with her," you say. "Fluttershy... come on in." She does. She's changed into a different dress. It's white, with purple flowers. Her hair is done up in bun. She walks slowly, clutching her guitar as if it was anchoring her to the mortal world. She looks at the group of girls gathered before her.

"I... I don't think I can do this," she says in a low voice.

"You can Fluttershy. Girls," you say, addressing the crowd, "you all care for Fluttershy, right?" A chorus of, "yes," and, "of course," follows. But you know that will not be good enough. You know that they have to pass a test. You motion to your chair. Fluttershy shuffles over to it, and sits down. "Go ahead," you say gently. It's as if it were high school again. Her fingers play across the strings, as if they are unsure where to go. She does not look at the crowd- she stares at the guitar. She bites her bottom lip, and gathers her resolve. Then, it begins. Slowly at first- but then it picks up. The girls look on in awe. After a few notes, she looks at you. That strange feeling passes between you- and she begins to sing. Such a soft, beautiful singing voice. She starts low- Fluttershy is nervous. You can hear the shakiness in her voice. Her vibrato flutters with her shivering body. Eventually, the song starts to solidify. The nervousness disappears, and is replaced by a stern sense of necessity. The voice grows louder, more confident, until everything is drowned out by it. Your heart pulses, and your eyes water. You gasp for air, almost drowning in the serenity of it. You clench and unclench your fist, your mouth uttering nonexistent words. The voice fills everything- fills your soul- and she stops. You look at the girls. Some of them simply stare, mesmerized. Others dab at their eyes, stemming the flow of tears. Even Dash seems moved. Pinkie Pie is the first one to clap, and the rest of the girls follow. They stand, and clap for what seems like hours. Fluttershy begins to cry tears of joy. She drops her guitar, and runs over to them. They all embrace. You feel something in your heart light up. Fluttershy looks over at you.

"Thank you," she says. You nod, and walk away, content to let them share their moment together. You walk up to your room, and begin to undress. You take off your shirt, and your pants. You put on your pajamas, and lay on the bed. Just as you begin to drift off, there is a knock at the door. It opens, and Fluttershy walks in. "Can... can we talk?"

"Sure," you say, patting the bed. She sits down obligingly. "What's going on?"

"You were right... they really do like me," she says.

"Of course they do Fluttershy. You're a wonderful person," you say.

"And so are you!" she cries. She wraps her arms around you, and hugs you close. You can feel the tears begin to sink into your shirt. "I need you... please..." You try to say something- anything. A flash of rainbow passes through your mind's eye.

~

The kisses are soft at first- exploring. Neither you or Fluttershy have had very much experience with this. But then the kisses get deeper. You can feel your tongues twist together. She pulls you apart, and just looks at you. She grabs your hand, and leads you to the stairs. You walk up together, in silence. She opens a door, and leads you into her bedroom. It is small, with floral wallpaper. She shuts the door behind her. You turn to her, and the kisses begin again. You feel your hands working by themselves. They start with her hair- her soft, fragrant hair. Then they go to the small of her back. You feel a zipper there- the zipper to her dress. She reaches behind her. You expect her to pull your hands away, but you're surprised when they lead you to the top of the zipper.

"Are you sure?" you ask.

"Yes," she whispers. You pull down the zipper, and she steps out of the dress. She stands there, in her underwear. The kisses continue, and your hands continue to work by themselves. They feel her breasts- bigger then you would have thought. They go down to her stomach, and to the tops of her legs. She begins to unbutton your shirt. You help her, and your shirt collapses to the floor. She unbuttons the top of your jeans, and you practically rip them off. A few more kisses, a few more caresses, and she leads you to the bed. You lie down, and she gets on top of you. She wraps her legs around you, pressing you into her. Your underwear is still there, but you moan from the sensation.

"Do you have a condom?" she asks gently. You shake your head.

"I'm not sure if we should... you know... anyway," you say.

"We don't have to... there are other things..." she reaches down, and grabs you. You gasp in surprise. This triggers something in her- something primal. She reaches into your pants, and begins playing with your erection. It's all you can do to keep yourself sane. At first it's gentle, a simple touch here, or a rub there. But then she grasps it, and begins to rub it faster. You have to grab her hand.

"Hold on, hold on," you manage to say. She giggles at this.

"Guess I'm pretty good, huh?" she says. You just nod. She pulls off your boxers, and stares at you. "This is the first time I've seen one, you know. I mean, I've seen it in books, but..." she trails off.

"Well, I haven't seen a..." you can't say it- for some reason, it makes you uncomfortable. She gives a knowing smile. She reaches behind her, and pulls of her bra. Then she leans back on the bed. She pulls off her panties, and lies there- exposed. Her hair there is the same color as the hair on her head. You move towards it. You touch the folds- she gives a little gasp, and a shiver. It's softer then the rest of her. You gently put a finger inside of her. She groans- with pain or pleasure, you can't tell. The feeling here is indescribable. You probe a little deeper, and she gives a yelp. You quickly pull away. "I'm sorry!" you say.

"It's okay. Just... just do this." She reaches down, and finds a spot. She begins caressing it with two fingers. Her back arcs, and she gives a little hiss of pleasure. You take her lead. You move her hand aside, and begin copying what she did. She gasps with surprise and delight. You go faster, and she squeals, and clutches the side of the bed. Something inside you is incredibly happy you're making her feel like this. You get faster, and faster. Her moans get more frequent, and her breathing gets deep. Finally, her back arches fully, and she practically screams. She collapses, and shakes a little. You just sit there, feeling a strange mix of emotions. You're here with her... doing this with her... but you keep seeing flashes of rainbow. She manages to compose herself, and she sits up.

"Now you," she says. She pushes you back on the bed. You stare up at the ceiling. You brace yourself. You can't really see what's she's doing- you can only feel it. For some reason, you take pleasure in this. You can feel her working you with her hands again. But then the feeling changes completely. You feel her lips press over you. Her tongue wrapping around you. You moan, and clutch the bed, just as she did. She moves faster, and you know you're not going to be able to hold on.

"Fluttershy, I'm gonna-" she pulls herself from you, and you finish. You gasp with the sudden, rushing pleasure of it. You lie there for a second, until you get yourself together. You sit up, and see- with tremendous embarrassment- that her face is covered with your semen. She reaches for a box of tissues, and begins to clean herself up. "Oh shit, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine," she says softly. "I'm glad you told me- you could have just, you know, not said anything."

"I wouldn't do that," you say. She smiles up at you. After she finishes cleaning off her face, she puts her underwear back on.

"I'm going to go clean up a little more," she says, and walks out of the room. She leaves you alone there. While you were doing it, it seemed so natural, so right. But now that it's over... the only thing you can see is Rainbow.

~

"No." She looks up at you with surprise. "I can't do this, Fluttershy. And you know I can't." You get up from the bed, and walk away from her. She stares at you imploringly.

"But why?" she cries. "I know you want to. And I want to as well."

"But why do you want to, Fluttershy?" you ask. She shakes her head.

"What... what do you mean?" she whimpers.

"When we had that night together- which was special, don't get me wrong. But when we had that night together, we barely knew each other. We talked a little, but we didn't really know anything. I didn't know your birthday, your favorite color, hell, I didn't even know your last name. And we still-"

"So what?" says Fluttershy harshly, cutting you off. "Why does that matter?"

"Because I'm not that kind of person. I've had plenty of opportunities Fluttershy- and not just with you. Applejack, Rarity- they both practically threw themselves at me at one point or another. But I turned them down. Because I made a promise," you say.

"That promise..." she trails off. She narrows her eyes at you. "So what, you're just going to be a virgin all your life? Is that it? Because you don't have enough spine to go after what you really want?" Your mouth drops open. You've never seem her like this. Her eyes flare with anger. "You think you're some sort of amazing guy- some sort of... of knight in shining armor. Running around, saving all the girls from their petty insecurities. But the truth is, you're hurting us as much as you're helping us! How many sleepless nights did Rarity and Applejack have, wondering why you never returned their advances? How worried do you think Pinkie Pie and Twilight were, watching you waste your life away at that stupid community college. And Dash... oh, and Dash. I can't even begin to-"

"STOP!" you shout. "I don't want to hear anymore- please!"

"What, can't stand to hear the truth? Well to bad, because here it is- you are exactly what you think you are. The only person you have to blame for being in the situation you're in is yourself! You're smart, but you don't apply yourself. You're talented, but you don't go anywhere because you're to afraid to show anybody your artwork. And you're handsome and kind, but you never get the girl because you're to chickenshit to ask her to be with you! You save everybody else because you know the truth- that as long as you're busy solving everybody else's problems, you don't have to solve your own!"

"You're... you're right," you say. You know this was the truth- have known for so long- but you tried to run away from it. All this time you've been helping other people, you should have been helping yourself. You remember what Twilight Sparkle said- how can anyone take your advice seriously if you end up being nothing. Fluttershy begins to calm down. Her cheeks are flush.

"You asked me why I wanted to be with you. It's because I care about you. And unlike you, I go after what I care for. If you don't care for me, that's fine. I understand." Her voice is much gentler this time. "But I wasn't willing to just give you up." You stare at each other for a long time.

"What... what should I do?" you finally ask.

"You know what you have to do," she says.

"But... but if it doesn't work-"

"Then at least you'll have tried. But until you try, you'll never know. And if you never know... well... we'll never know either," Fluttershy says.

"Then I'll do it," you mutter.

"Good. But remember..." Fluttershy walks over to you, and puts your hands in hers. "If it doesn't work out, it's not the end of the world. You still have your whole life ahead of you. You can get into a good school. You can get your artwork noticed. And, of course..." she gives you a kiss on the cheek. "You'll always have me." She hugs you, and you hug her back. "I'm sorry I yelled like that," she whispers.

"It's okay, I needed it." You break apart. She opens the door, waves goodbye, and walks away. You close the door behind her. You have to try. Again, you remember the car ride up with Dash. All the thoughts in your head- all the hopes, all the dreams. Tomorrow is your day with her. Tomorrow... the last day in the cabin. The day you've been waiting for all your life.