Life As She Knew It

by DerpyDash2131

Rating: teen
Tags: Main 6, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Angel, Romance, Fluttershy, Human
Length: 3898

When Fluttershy is transported to Earth in human form, it is your duty to watch over her.

You have a pretty good life. You live in a single bedroom apartment and work as a cashier. Not much, but it pays the bills.

One day you are going about buisness as normal when you come and find.... a rabbit in your house? You venture into your bedroom to find..... Fluttershy.
really bad at descriptions, sowwy . :(

My first fan- fic!

Published 2013-01-17 02:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-14 03:18:30 UTC

[Edited] A New Discovery

*BZZT* *BZZT* You yawn and slam the 'OFF' button on the alarm clock. You sleepily climb out of bed and hop into the shower, ignoring the mess that coats your one room apartment. Really need to get this cleaned... Nah.

You briefly go over today's schedule in your head. Working at the local grocery store till 5:30, then heading home, eating, watching the latest My Little Pony, and bed.

Generally, this was your everyday routine. You just finished high-school and moved out right away, borrowing a little money from you parents and then working for the rest. You didn't have any major plans for life, or a real backstory for that matter.

Climbing out of the shower, you got dressed and glanced at the clock. "Shit!!" you yelled. You were around 15 minutes behind schedule.

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You arrived home around six. You walked into the kitchen and rubbed your stomach saying "I'll feed you soon." Pulling open the fridge, you grabbed a pizza box and ran into the main area, sort of a living room, and was about to plop onto the recliner when you smelled something.

It was revolting, to put it simply. It wasn't the usual my-house-hasn't-been-cleaned-in-3- months revolting. That, you were used to. It was more like all-the-animals-at-the-zoo-in-one-cage revolting. You set the pizza box down and looked for the source of the smell. This. Is. Disgusting! You picked up a pile of dirty clothes that you'd been meaning to get washed and found the source of the smell.

A little bunny. With little bunny turds. Completely surrounding it. FFUUUUUUUU.

"Hey little guy.. How'd you get here?" you said, walking into your bedroom to find a box to put him in. The bunny attempted to jump out of your hands and you briefly thought of Angel, Fluttershy's obnoxious pet bunny. You had been a closet brony all of your life, and, in your opinion, Fluttershy was best pony. You'd always wanted to meet a girl even a little bit like her.

You put a towel in an old microwave box and set the bunny in there. You look around for somewhere to put the bunny where you wouldn't lose him. "Lil' guy, where do you wanna go?' you said, thinking out loud. You tended to do that a lot. You finally just decided to throw the box on the bed. "WHAT THE FU-" There was a girl in your bed.

The girl was breathtakingly beautiful. She began to wake up when you yelled. She sat up a moment slowly, rubbing her eyes and looking at her hands. "What happened to my hooves?!" she whispered in a mixture of awe and fear. She threw the blanket off of herself, seeing a pink pleated skirt, a yellow t-shirt with three pink butterflies in the lower left corner. She looked to be your age, maybe a year younger. Her long, wavy, light pink hair fell cascaded over her shoulders, making her all the more beautiful. Damn. She's pretty good looking. WAIT. WHO IS SHE!?

A loud "Eep!!!" pulled you out of your thoughts. "What are these? Who are you? Where am I?" she said, nearly yelling. "Who are you and why are you in my house?!" you said, trying to stay calm. "I'm Fluttershy... the strange girl murmured, barely allowing you to hear her name. "N-nuh uh... Fluttershy?! Tell me who you really are, NOW! I'm going to call the police!!!" you shouted, your voice wavering a bit at the end. The girl burst in to quiet sobs. "Shit... I'm sorry..." No way this is real... You sighed. "T-tell me your story. Then I'll decide if it's real." She told you a shortened version of her story.

"Uhmm... There was an unmonitored tornado heading toward my cottage.. And my little animal friends might have been hurt, you see? So I went with Rainbow Dash to try and stop it, but Twilight cast a banishing spell on it... and I got in the way... I think..." she murmured.

"Be right back!" you gasped, running out of the room without waiting for a response.

You ran in to the bathroom, muttering things like "This isn't real.." all the while. You felt somewhat sick. While filling the sink up with water, you realize you were hyperventilating. Deep breaths... you thought to yourself. You through your head in the water. 5 seconds...10 seconds...30 seconds. You came up, gasping for air, then went back into your bedroom.

"I'll take care of you for now." you said.

"Thanks." she whispered, causing you to "d'awww" on the inside. You had a feeling there'd be a lot of d'awww-ing with this pony around. You cleared off the bed and shoved most of the trash in to the closet. The room looked about 20% cleaner in the 10 seconds it took you to 'clean' it. "So... you can sleep in here... Uhmm... If you need anything, I'll be in the living room..." you muttered awkwardly.

"Okay, thank you!" she whispered, setting Angel's bed/cage up perfectly, as you had just thrown it together.

You left her and went in to the living room, putting the bunny turds in the trash. You then turned off the lights and laid on the small sofa. You pulled a blanket over yourself and began to think of the possibilities. If it was possible to get turned in to a human and go to Earth, was it possible to be turned in to a pony and go to Equestria? I wouldn't mind leaving everything behind if it meant being happy... were your last coherent thoughts before you finally drifted off to sleep.

Author's Note

Hey, Katie here! This version wasn't edited, but Hydra js working on that now! :) My first fanfiction... I'm posting this chapter and probably chapter 2, then I'm going to wait and see if people want me to continue... Please post constructive criticism!! I'm barely in my teens, so I could use some halp

Walking on Two Legs

You awaken to a loud *THUMP* followed by a small squeal. What the.... Why am I on the couch? you think groggily. Yawning, you hop up and run into your room, wondering what the noise was. Last night's events were somehow shoved all the way back in your mind. You enter your room and face palm, seeing Fluttershy on the floor. "Sorry, Fluttershy. I meant to wake up earlier." you murmured, extremely embarrassed. "No, it's okay!" she said hurriedly, obviously not wanting you to feel bad. This is slightly weird. You offer her your hand, then help her to the bed. You sit down next to her, trying to analyze last night.

"Oh! You'd like to learn how to walk, right?" you said, a little too loudly, causing poor Fluttershy to jump. "Oh, umm... Yes, I would, if it really isn't too much trouble." she whispered. "Alright, stand up and I'll show you what to do."

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"Okay... breakfast?" you asked. You all were walking toward the mini-kitchen. Fluttershy could walk pretty well, only the occasional slip-up, but you were still keeping an eye on her. You glanced toward her hair and found yourself marveling at her beauty. Her hair was the lightest shade of pink, her eyes the brightest shade of sea-green. Her curves… curvy. You felt a light blush rising to your cheeks at this thought. Where did that come from? "Are you okay? You seem a little flushed..." Fluttershy asked worriedly. D'aww. She's cute when she's worried! "I'm fine, just a little hot in here." you said, full on tomato right now.

"Brekfast… Breakfast…" you muttered, finally just grabbing Frosted Flakes™, milk, two bowls and two spoons. You managed to balance everything and bring it in to the living room. You set it all on the coffee table, then poured the cereal and milk in to the two bowls. "Here you go." you said, passing Fluttershy a spoon and a bowl. She attempted to pick up the spoon and failed, obviously confused on how to hold it. "Ask for help, then I'll help you." you said, trying not to laugh. "Uhmm..." she started, faltering for a moment. "Excuse me, but... uhh... could you help me with the spoon?" she whispered, blushing terrifically. Bursting in to laughter, you leaned over and adjusted her hand to where she was holding it correctly.

You wolfed down you meal and stood up, looking around and attempting to decide what to clean first. You had bad ADHD, causing you to get distracted easily. Sighing, you threw the dirty clothes in to a trash bag and set it in the bathroom. The washer and the dryer were connected to the bathroom, a pretty smart way of saving space, at least in your opinion. You went around the main room, cleaning up whatever you thought needed cleaning. Fluttershy had finished eating by now and, she was sitting there, lost in thought.

You grabbed the cereal bowls and went in to the kitchen, cleaning them out and loading the dishwasher. After you started the dishes, you went back in to the (decently clean) living room. Fluttershy was in the same position, but tears were streaming silently down her face.

"Fluttershy? What's wrong?" you asked. You had assumed something like this would happen soon. "Rainbow Dash... AJ... Pinkie... They're gone... I won't see them again...." she said quietly. "Hey, hey, hey. If what happened was an accident- which it was- then they will find you. Until then, your stuck on crappy old Earth." you said in a cheery tone, causing her to giggle a bit.

"I need to go to the store and grab some cleaning stuff, wanna come with me? We can get you some new clothes and stuff." She thought about it a moment. "Sure.. I mean, only if you really want me to." Fluttershy replied hesitantly.

Author's Note

REALLY short, I know. I'm adding more tomorrow, maybe 500 words. It will be as a seperate chapter so that you get a notification if you signed up for emails.

Love you guys. <3

To the Store! By MuffinPatrol

Thanks MuffinPatrol, for writing this in my time of need.
Note that I did not edit it at all.

You walk her out to your car, and open the passenger seat's door so that she can enter. She does so, carefully, as you haven't really gained her trust yet. You close the door and walk to the other side of the car, entering the driver's seat. As Fluttershy watches you intently to see what she should be doing, you buckle up. You see her nod, then start messing with the seatbelt, trying to click it into place, but ultimately failing.
Chuckling, you help her, moving the black leather belt over her current outfit, a cream long-sleeved shirt with her cutie mark in the bottom right corner, and cerulean blue shorts, and clicking it into the buckle.
"Um.. Thanks," she whispers.
"No problem," you smile at her, then put the key in ignition, revving up the engine, and scaring Fluttershy out of her wits.
"T-turn it off!" She squeaks, her hands over her ears, and curling up in a ball. You realize that she had never been in a car before, and in a flash, have the car turned back off. For a minute you sit there, listening to Fluttershy's breathing as she slowly calms down and takes her hands off her ears.
"Sorry about that, I forgot that.."
"I-its okay.." Her eyes are averted from your gaze, and a singular tear falls down her face, which you are quick to wipe away.
"If you want, we could walk..?" You raise the pitch of walk, making it sound like a question.
"I-I'd like that.." She responded breathlessly, then began messing with the buckle, to which you showed her how to unbuckle. You figured you would be doing a whole bunch of walking while she was here.
You unbuckled and left your seat, walking around to the other side of the car and opening up Flutter's door. Slowly, she slid out of her seat, collapsing into your arms from fear.
"I-I don't like that.." She sniffles, burying her face into your shoulder, and crying. You put one of your hands on her back and move it in a circle, as you remembered your mother doing when you were crying as a kid.
After three minutes of Fluttershy collecting herself, and pitiful looks of passerby, she looks up at you, through teary eyes.
"Ready?" You smile at her comfortingly. She nods in response, and you help her stand up off of you.
You began walking down the sidewalk that took you to the store center, her hand in yours, your fingers intertwined. She still needed you for support for walking, as she still hadn't mastered the art.
As you walked, you noticed that people would stop and stare at you two, well, her. There was something about her, something pure, something beautiful, something that made her light pink hair almost normal. You noticed her imperfect perfection before, but it was intensified then. Her gentle steps, her caution in everything, her.. Adorableness.
You were about a few blocks away from Target when you realized that if she reacted that strongly to just a car, imagine how she would react to a supermarket! You stopped, and turned to Fluttershy.
"Hey, just to let you know, the market is going to be insane," you notified her.
"Okay," she nodded.
"Like, worse than the car insane," you added. Her eyes widened.
"Oh. Can you.. Skip it.. Please?" She pleaded, giving you the ultimate of puppy dog faces. Your heart melted.
"Sure," you sighed. You'd have to go pick up your stuff later. “Although, it’d be a shame if we came all the way out here for nothing. Would you like to go get dinner?”

She nodded in response, and you heard her stomach growl in agreement.

Heh, ironic, you thought to yourself, and began making your way to a nearby Macaroni Grill. You figured that maybe you two could have fun drawing things on the giant piece of paper which was in place of a tablecloth. Once you had been brought to your table, you began to show Fluttershy how to write with her hands, and how to hold a fork and a knife. Sure, you were getting rather weird looks from some other tables, but wasn’t your fault that people can’t be more accepting. Then you looked at the menu, and that’s when Fluttershy said those seven words.

“Want to share a plate of spaghetti?”

Author's Note

MUFFINPATROL <3

An Epic Failure

"After you," you said, trying to act like a gentleman.

"Oh, okay! Thank you!" Fluttershy whispered, walking through the door. You had taken her to an Italian restaurant, the only one in your town, truth be told.

The restaurant wasn't fancy enough for it to seem like a date, but not near as crappy as a fast food "restaurant." You walked in the building with a sigh... A happy one, of course! This was your favorite restaurant and you were happy to be to be able to share it with Fluttershy.

"May I help you?" The hostess asked politely.

"Uhm... Table for two?" You said, making the statement seem like a question. Rolling her eyes, the hostess led you to a small table.

"Someone will be here in a moment to take your order," she said, laying two menus on the table.

You opened one and looked at the drink section.

"What do you want to drink, 'Shy?" You asked, blushing once you realized what you had called her. According to the show, Fluttershy only allowed her closest friends to call her that. You were unsure on how she would respond, considering you had just met her yesterday.

Appearing not to notice, she opened her menu and replied. "Lemonade, I suppose. It's my favorite."

Nodding your head, you said "Same here!" You had no idea why, but it pleased you that you shared some likes with her. A young looking waitress came by your table.

"Hi, I'm Amelia, and I'll be your waitress today!" she said brightly.

"Hi, this is Flutt- uhm... Flora! And I'm-" you were cut off by a sharp kick from Fluttershy. "We'd like 2 lemonades," you mumbled. That girl could kick HARD.

"Okay, I'll be back with your drinks in a few minutes!" Amelia said happily, walking off.

"Why didn't you tell her my real name?!? Who the heck is FLORA!?" Fluttery whispered angrily.

"Chill, 'Shy. If people knew your real name, they'd think we're insane. Your hair attracts enough attention as it is. And Flora suits you, because it's a nature-y name," you said calmly, leaning back in your chair.

Blushing deeply, Fluttershy said "Oh... okay. Sorry for yelling." My Lord... She honestly thinks she had been yelling... you thought.

"'Shy, you weren't yelling. You weren't even speaking normal volume," you managed, stifling a giggle. Yes, guys giggle, so hush!

"Okay.. I knew that!" She said, blushing, causing you to full out laugh. "Hey!! Don't laugh!" Fluttershy said, now giggling a bit herself.

The waitress came back with their drinks right then.

"Two lemonades. Are you ready to order your meal?" Amelia asked kindly.

"Yup. One large plate of vegetarian spaghetti." you replied.

"Okay, I'll be back with your order in a bit!"

"What's vegetarian?" Fluttershy asked. You figured this would come up quickly...

"Well... It's someone who doesn't eat meat..."

"Humans eat meat?!?" she screeched, shocked.

"Uhm... Yeah.." you said meekly.

"You eat meat?!?" she yelled, causing everyone to stare.

"Uhm... Yeah.." you replied. Sitting up and shoving her chair back, she walked in the general direction of the door, causing your heart to sink. Suddenly, she walked back.

"Fuck!" you yelled. She had slapped you. HARD. Fluttershy ran out of the restraunt, tears streaming down her face. "Aauuuggh..." you moaned. You hated making people mad. You looked around. Some people were staring sympathetically, others were trying not to laugh. "SHIT!"

You realized Fluttershy had no idea where to go.

A Stroll Around Town

Okay. Before I type the story. I'd like to thank all of you call f my loyal readers who believe in me. All of you who spent the time to read this. All of you who made me realise I'm not a failure. Thank you.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit...." You continually murmur under your breath. She has no idea where to go... you think frantically.

You slap a twenty dollar bill on the table and start for the door. You hear some guys in the corner talking about "that pink haired fag." Let's make this quick...

You simply walk over there, punch the guy who was talking in the nose, and walk out. No words, no facial expression, nothing. Pretty bad ass, right?

Anyways. You walk out and look left and right, trying to decide which direction to go. There's no telling where she went. You think, Right is right... So.. I'm gonna go left. No way the universe was gonna trick you like that.

You sprint to the left, looking around frantically for a splash of light pink. After a few minutes of this, you stop and head back. There's no way a timid girl like her would be frantically running around a city like this. But.. There was the forest!

You facepalmed. The forest was probably as close to home she had here. There was an entry to a large wooded area RIGHT. BEHIND. THE. ITALIAN. RESTRAUNT.

I'm an idiot!! you thought to yourself. You ran back to the restraint and bolt behind it, into the forest. "'SHY?!" You call out, worried.

After endless minutes of searching with no prevail, you sit down, leaning against a tree. Holding your head in your hands, you mentally curse yourself. I wanted to protect her.... Oh, what have I done?!

Suddenly, there's a light tap on your shoulder. "I apologise..." A little voice mumbles. You turn around and there she is. The beautiful girl with the pink hair. You smile and hug her.

"It's my fault... I apologise..." You whisper softly.

Author's Note

I'm sorry if there are typos. I really wanted to get this out. XD

Getting the Swing of Things

After the meat incident, you decided to explain a bit more about things like that so poor 'Shy wasn't taken by surprise. One day, a particularly nasty conversation came up. You REALLY didn't want to have this conversation...

"Why do humans wear clothes all the time?" Fluttershy asked curiously over breakfast. She had Angel in her lap, and you were sitting to her right.

"Well.. Ah.." you started nervously, "C-certain parts of the body are linked to sexual activity and shouldn't be shown unless it's with someone you're intimate with..."

She nodded. "What parts?" she asked softly. Oh man, ohmanohmanohman!!

"So... The chest and waist areas..." you mumble, looking down at your pancakes. Sure, she may not be asking much, but this was still pretty awkward... You sighed quietly and ran a hand through your hair. "Males don't have to cover their chest, when they're doing activities like swimming or something of the sort."

The girl nodded slowly. "I... See..." She says thoughtfully, twirling a strand of her long, pink hair. The past few days, it had been decided that the nights on the couch would alternate. Last night, it had been her turn on the sofa, and she still had he blanket draped cutely over her lap. She got cold easily; she always appeared to be asking for a jacket.

"Hey, Fluttershy?" You ask thoughtfully. "We really need to go buy you some clothes..." She would alternate between the clothes she arrived in, and a pair a neighbour had kindly lent her.

That leads you to now... Searching in the store for woman's clothes, while attempting to make it obvious this. Is. Not. Your. Girl. Friend! Females would laugh and point at the "cute couple," an males you guffaw at a guy like you actually getting a girlfriend who's so good-looking.

"How about these?" You suggests. You had checked the size on her clothes before you left, and were now helping her find a pair of jeans, and three pairs of shorts, along with a few shirts and a set of shoes. You held up plain shorts, jean short. After this, all that was left was a pair of shoes. You weren't the richest man, but you could afford to buy your.. House guest? clothing. Suddenly, you hear some taunting laughs behind you.

You turn around to see... Oh, great... Just fan-fucking-tastic. The men from the restaurant, back for revenge.

Author's Note

This chapter is short. Again. BUT GUYS. PLEASE READ:

I'm thinking about posting two short chapters a week. 500 words minimum. Anyone like this idea?

And, follow me @true_to_you_rp on Instagram. I roleplay!

End. It's over, guys.

End. It's over, guys.

The End

Author's Note

Come up with your own ending. I can't write anymore. Maybe I'll do a funny one-shot. Maybe I'll write something decent, but this is over. Sorry for letting you all down. My writing skills suck unless I'm role-playing. All there is to it.

Drew, out.

See you later.