Mommy, where are my hooves?

Original idea by brandsca123, executed by MicroUltraMad and retaken & re-written by Irongalley.

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It was morning in Ponyville, quiet and calm with neither sounds nor sights of unnatural origin. Fluttershy was making her daily rounds, in the cold of early winter. She moved about in the freshly fallen snow as she tended to the many critters and creatures roaming about.

It was but a few days into the season, and yet it was high time to see the smallest of beings around Ponyville going into deep sleep. but not all were as keen to rest as some others, and the several animals that didn't seem to want to go into hibernation were being very difficult to settle down into their homes.

It was her passion and life to see them well cared for, and no matter how much work it could be, she was always glad to see them properly tended to. Even if it meant that the 'Stare' was a necessary tool in some cases, such as a bear cub or a stubborn otter.

But no matter how much it took to see to their needs, it was always worth it when in the end they would smile at her in thanks.

As Fluttershy moved through the many holes and bird houses surrounding her cottage, she noticed one stray little bunny making his way towards the forest. With a creased brow she followed, not entirely sure as to what reasons a bunny could have for nearing such a place.

With a few flaps of her wings and a little southwards wind, she reached the critter before it entered the treeline.

“Come on little bunny, the Everfree is no place for a little cutesy bunny like you. Mother Fluttershy will get you home.” She smiled and reached for the rabbit, gently urging it to jump onto her hooves.

The bunny looked tempted, but instead decided to hop farther into the forest until he was barely visible to the worried pegasus.

"No, wait!"

The bunny ran off into the bushes, leaving Fluttershy behind in a blur of white fur and green leaves. She started after it, but suddenly found herself slightly intimidated by the tall ominous trees standing over her. They seemed to look down on her with malicious intent, almost glaring.

Fluttershy swallowed a lump in her throat and took a step back, unconsciously retreating from the trees in fear. Fluttershy looked from the trees to the bush in which the bunny had disappeared, and decided to take the safe approach and convince the bunny to return.

"Come here bunny, bunny, bunny! Come back!"

As she was coaxing the small bunny back from the woods, she heard a barely audible thud and muffled cries coming from the direction of the bush the bunny had run into.

“Oh no, some little creature must be in danger!” she cooed quietly to herself, as if waiting for courage to come to her so she could aid the creature.

Sure enough, she gained enough courage after a few seconds and hovered in the way of the cries, forcing herself every inch of the way to remain brave and steady despite the fear she felt.

The cries became louder as she made her way through the foliage, increasing in volume as if they suddenly weren't muffled anymore. She heard voices, whispers in the darkness of the forest, as she approached her mark. Voices filled with sadness and covered in pain. The voices, two of them, turned melodic.

Fluttershy could not see what was occurring, nor could she understand what the voice said between sobs as it carried on in its painful recital. A mare? It sounded like one.

The voice continued its sad song, the words lost to time and space as the only one around to listen could not understand them between the tears and heavy breaths. Then, without warning, the voice stopped and running steps replaced it.

Fluttershy listened for a few minutes, uncertain as to what she should do. Then the crying returned, and her instincts took over. Fluttershy flew over to the source of the weeping.

A loud noise similar to that of a speeding pegasi, resounded as she reachhed a small clearing anidst the woodland. Small particles of purple light hovered over the area, floating and roaming the air carelessly before disappearing by the center of the field. Next to where the particles disappeared there was a couple imprints in the snow surrounding a...Picnic basket?

'Wait... the cries are coming from the basket!' Fluttershy thought to herself, feeling a bit triumphant at her discovery, though not showing it. Fluttershy picked up the picnic basket without hesitation and made her way back to her cottage, meeting the stray bunny along the way and delivering him safe to his home.

As she walked into her humble abode, she was really curious of what was in the picnic basket. The crying has since ceased, and she set it on her coffee table so she could get a good look at what was inside. She opened the lid, and what she saw scared her out of her pelt.

She could've sworn it was a hairless monkey with all but just a small mane on the top of it's head, but her thoughts and mutterings of “OhnoOhno Don't Hurt Me!” Were quickly thrown out of mind when she heard its cries come back, effectively putting her motherly instincts into high gear. She shuffled over to the basket from her hiding place behind the couch, and opened the lid again, revealing the crying...Foal? Child? Pup? From her time at the Canterlot Zoo when she was younger, she had never seen any monkey like this.

She picked up the young creature with her wing and held it close, while it seemed wrapped in a blanket made of some soft material she hadn't seen before, even with her extensive experience with sewing.

“Hush...It's all gonna be OK...” she cooed while rocking it back and forth, effectively putting it to sleep. She took one last look at the vessel in which it arrived in and noticed something white sticking into view.

She pulled out a large scroll, and along with it there were some...Clothes? Yeah, clothes, sitting in a small pile near the corner of the large basket. She pulled them out and there seemed to be some very small shirts, diapers, and shorts. There was also a small metal figure, which seemed to be of a creature like it, but more grown up, and looking to be a gruff male character. She remembered a pony she saw in Canterlot being bullied because she liked to wear clothes, being that her parents were fashion designers like Rarity.

She opened the scroll and read it, albeit a little frightened at what it might contain:

To whomever finds this child and letter:

The child in the picnic ba sket's name is Michael. He is two years old, and a human. He is capable of speech, although not fluent being he is so young, and walks on two legs. We do not, or did not, live in this world. He is the last of our kind, and we had our reasons for leaving him here, no matter how depressing it was to leave him here. Our world is being ravaged by nuclear war, and currently the after-effects are too hostile for our child, and noone is fully human anymore due to mutations. We used a portal device from an old test chamber we found in a field to bring him here. I hope you may be able to take care of him in this world.

The things we left with him are things essential to his life, as we could only leave him with two things. The first thing is clothing, and because humans are bipedal and walk on two legs, certain “Parts” are easily visible, and they keep humans warm. The second was his favorite toy, an Action Comic Superman figure. The first thing about taking care of a human ki d is that we are omnivores, meaning that we eat meat, but it is a life choice, and we can live without it. Another thing to know is that humans usually start schooling at age 6, but I am not so sure if that is relevant, my wife just cares about his education. Something else that I am writing in here as his father, give him 'the talk' about sex at around age 12-13, which is when humans go through puberty, and are able to have children. Tell him to be safe. The rest is all up to you, so that he may live with the customs of whatever world we landed in.

I really hope you can take care of Michael, as we certainly can't.

Michael's Parents.

Fluttershy stared at the scroll in front of her eyes in confusion, trying to comprehend some of the strange words and terms. She would have to ask Twilight about it in the morrow, as she intended to pay a visit after such strange events. She turned to the small bundle of blankets under her wing, and found that the small creature, now known to be a human, was awakening from his slumber.

He looked at her with confusion, and asked a quiet, innocent, question “Mommy...You thewe?” to a distant wall, his eyesight still blurred from sleepiness.

Fluttershy looked at him with a smile and realized that she would be caring for yet another creature, and a far more complex one.

“Mother Fluttershy is here... Your parents can't be here, I'm sorry. I will be taking care of you.”