Pen Pals 2: Changeling Bloogaloo

As usual the place is quite alive with the various animals of the cottage playing an eating everywhere when you and Bloo finally step out of your basement room.  A quick scan showed Angel being irate as he attempted to keep a new bunny in the cottage from squeezing him to death with her vice hugs.

He spotted you and cried out for help.  You shrugged and assisted with your magic, the pain in your head not nearly as bad as it used to be, long enough for Angel to escape.  The yellow bunny you had taken to call Buttercream ever since she started saying in the cottage gave chase.  After a few impressive maneuvers by the little white rabbit he eventually tricked her into running out of the house and threw the door shut on her.  He wiped the sweat from his brow and smiled back at you before wondering into the kitchen.

When you had first moved here the little bunny didn’t like you much at all.  But a few magical tail fluffs and some well made dinners at Fluttershy’s insistence had gotten you on his good side.  He had basically helped you train your magic on your days off since you couldn’t use it in normal life like most do to your situation which had also kept him in good spirits with you.  Plus now he was too distracted with Buttercream these days to pay you much mind since you were out of the house most of the day anyway.

Bloo whistled after seeing your magical display, “Wow bro, you’ve improved.  Guess I was being too rough on you if a Bunny got you to do something like that.”  You were not sure if she was being sarcastic or not, that was another thing about your sister.  She had a hard time understanding what sarcasm and spite were as a foal and that resulted in her doing it without intent or knowledge sometimes.  These statements that could be taken as insults being the more annoying it could get.

You shook your head deciding she was sincere, “Nah, Angel just has a lot of things he demands compared to other pets.  He helps me every now and then with training my magic so it isn’t as bad as it used to be.  Still can’t lift anything even half as well as I can with mah hooves but it works out well enough.”

“’Mah hooves’?” mocked your sister, “When did you start speaking in a southern drawl?  You haven’t even been here a year yet.”

“Well I do that sometimes,” you retort, “Most of my work is on farms out here after all.  I’m bound to get a little of it.”

The sound of something being fried in the kitchen rang out into the living room and so did the smell of orange juice.  Fluttershy wasn’t calling out to you since she likely didn’t know you were up already.  Pancakes, that seemed like a safe bet since she loved to make them on your days off.  “Let’s go introduce you quick before Fluttershy stops cooking and I have to share with you.”

“Interesting,” your sister mused.  “I take it you must really like her pancakes?”

“I know where you’re going with that and I’d out you in a second if you bring up the conversation anywhere near that,” you warned.

Bloo groaned, “Spoilsport.”

As the two of you trotted into the rather large kitchen your ears wear treated to something you had not realized till now that they had missed desperately over the last few days.  The notes danced in your head and slowly you felt everything around you fade, leaving only that beautiful set of notes to be the only thing you could pay any attention too.

At least till the sound of your sister using her magic again snapped you out of your daze, your own image staring back at you.  Before you could slap your sister upside the head for doing this, said angelic voice graced your ears once again.  “Oh… my.”

All things considered, Fluttershy took seeing two of you pretty well.  You expected her to freak out and start speaking in incoherent tongues.  Simply having her eyes roll back into her head as she muttered and then passing out was actually a step up in being able to handle something like this.

“Why did you feel the need to do that?” you asked checking to make sure nothing was about to catch fire.  This was not the first time Fluttershy had a freak out since you moved in and it was part of the reason you understood why Angel was as usually the one trusted the most with stuff out of all the animals there.

“What?” protested your sister.  “Just because I wasn’t at the invasion and didn’t support it doesn’t mean I’m going avoid a perfect opportunity to trick somepony I normal would that was involved in it.”  With another flame she was back to her blue pegasus form and over to the stove to attend to finishing dinner.  You had to give you sister credit for that at least.

“You’re just going to keep blaming others on that aren’t you,” you stated lifting Fluttershy into your forelimbs and using your magic to steady her as you trotted back into the living room to lay her on the couch.  She wasn’t exactly heavy, but since you had been known to drop her a few times by accident before you’d also started using magic more to compensate.

As you layed her on the couch and felt her warmth leave your body you felt a sting tug at your heart.  Here she was, unable to stop any advance you did make and likely very willing to accept any you did try… but still it didn’t seem right.  Your sister was right, you really were a coward when it came to going beyond your comfort zone sometimes.  It was why you still were a virgin, and it was why you had taken so long to even try meeting this mare before you.

Fluttershy’s mane covered her face and you snapped out of you daze.  Now that you were not caught in your own little world you could see she did have some bags under her eyes.  Had she been up all night helping another creature with something?  Maybe she needed the rest anyway.  Smiling a bit you got up to find two birds had brought Fluttershy a blanket too.  Perks of being a great caretaker, you assumed.  You helped drape the blanket over her form and then went back in the kitchen to, this time, make sure your sister knew all the ground rules.