Fluttershy and Me: Remastered

As I entered my home with the little Fluttershy, I felt a wave of heat hit my body.  This was probably because of how cold I had been after removing my sweatshirt to cover Fluttershy.  I was relieved to know my mother wasn’t home.  This would be hard to explain to her.  I came to the conclusion to just not tell her at all and to keep this a secret, for now at least.

As I unwrapped Fluttershy and set her on the floor, she took in her new surroundings.  She seemed confused, but I couldn’t blame her.  She had no idea where she was.  I could see she had a look of concern on her face.  I told her to follow me into the basement.  The windows on the main floor of my house were a bit revealing, and I didn’t want her to be seen.

I started for the basement door, but realized she wasn’t following.  I turned around to see her sitting on the floor, her head down, and her face in tears.  I stared for a moment, but I quickly came to my senses.  She was afraid.  Truly afraid.  She didn’t know where she was, she didn’t know who I was, hell I found her in a dumpster.  How had she gotten here, WHY was she here?  Nothing I could think of made sense.  I knelt down beside her, brushing her hair with my hand.  She looked up at me, her eyes soaked with tears.

“There, there, it’s alright.  You’re safe here.  I promised I wouldn’t hurt you, and I intend to keep that promise.  I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you.  You can trust me.”  My words definitely comforted her.  She stopped crying and leaned her head onto my chest.  I brushed her hair with my hand once again.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.  Her innocence was pure, and she was downright adorable.  She looked at me with her tear filled eyes.

“Um, if it’s not too much trouble to ask, could you carry me?  I feel too weak to move,” she said.  I had no reason to doubt her.

“It’s no trouble at all.”  I almost said her name at the end of my statement, but I quickly stopped myself.  Why?  Well, if I had said her name, that would seem a little suspicious.  I knew who she was, but I couldn’t let her know that, it wouldn’t make sense to her.

I brought her into the basement.  On the couch was a blanket I rarely used, mostly because I always wore my sweatshirt in the house.  I always had the hood up too, unless my mom asked me to take it off.  I set Fluttershy on the couch and wrapped her in the blanket.  She got comfortable on the couch, resting her head on one of the pillows.  I once again found myself staring at her.  I think she was getting a little embarrassed by this, so I stopped.  I figured now would be as good a time as any to start asking questions, at least ones that she could answer.

“So, what’s your name?” I asked, even though I of course knew her name.  Like I said before, I couldn’t just say her name like I had it memorized.

“I-I’m Flutter…” she started, her voice dying down as she was finishing her name.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.  Just speak a bit louder, there’s no need to be afraid.  You can trust me.  My name’s Matthew, most people call me Matt.”

She stared at the floor for a second before speaking again.

“I’m Fluttershy,” she said.  I swear to you I felt like I could squeal at the top of my lungs at that moment.  My brony emotions were kicking in, but now was not the time.

I smiled.  “Nice to meet you Fluttershy.  I know that all of this may seem sudden to you, but like I said, you can trust me.”  This was one of the greatest moments in my life.  You may think that that sounds a little over dramatic, that this moment is a little too serious or maybe sad for it to be great at all, but trust me when I say this was a moment I would never forget.  She stared around the room, scanning the various objects that surrounded her.  She seemed interested in my Bionicles.  Yes, I have those, and I will never get rid of them.  While she didn’t notice, I took a moment to scan her over (not in a creepy way).  She seemed to be a little younger than me.  I had initially thought that she was as old as she was in episode 23, but I think she was about three years younger than me.  I was 17 at that time, so I figured she was about 14.  I had to ask her some questions.  Maybe she could shed some light on the situation.

“Do you know how you got here Fluttershy?”  She shook her head in response.  I sighed.  “Well, if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”  She thought for a moment, I think.  Maybe she was contemplating whether or not to tell me.

“I’m 14 years old, I think.  I’m sorry, but I can’t seem to remember much.  All I can remember for sure is my friend named Rainbow Dash.”  Rainbow Dash.  My number two pony.  Next to Fluttershy, Dash was my favorite pony.

I found it odd that Fluttershy could only remember Rainbow Dash’s name.  Seeing as though that she thought she was 14 years old, I stuck with that, seeing as though that that was how old I had believed she was.  I continued by asking if she remembered where she was from.  She couldn’t answer that either.  I of course knew.  Equestria, a world I could only dream to live in.  I tried thinking of some other questions.  When I found her, my mind was swimming with questions.  Now that I had the chance to ask her, I couldn’t think of any.  I was so frustrated.

I ran my fingers over my eyes, which meant I was getting tired.  It was only 9:30 at that point, so I had some time to kill.  I was caught off guard when Fluttershy actually asked me a question.

“What are you?”  she asked with a hint of concern in her voice.  I looked at her for a moment with a confused look on my face.

I removed my hood and simply told her, “I’m a human male and I’m 17 years old.  I’m guessing you’re a… horse?”  I felt so dumb asking her questions when I knew the answers already.

“Pony,” she corrected, “a Pegasus to be more precise.  Pegasus ponies have wings, but I’m a terrible flyer,” she responded.  I sort of figured she wasn’t a great flyer, but I was surprised to see that she knew it too.

“Do all humans look like you?” she asked.  I chuckled a bit when she asked this.

“No not exactly the same.  We have similar features, like hands, feet, a face, and some other stuff.  People just look different from each other.  You would have to search for quite a long time to find someone who looked exactly like me.  Males have unique features that females don’t have, and vice versa.  Does that all make sense?”

She nodded.  “What kind of features?  What is it that you have that a female doesn’t?” she asked.  I wore what you might call a confused mixed with dumbfounded look on my face, letting out another chuckle shortly after.

“Um… well, there’s uh… how about I tell you another time?”  I felt a little uncomfortable discussing this with her.  She seemed to understand though, simply nodding her head in response.

By the time the clock struck 11:00, I had become so attached to Fluttershy, and I think the same could be said of her.  I told her as much about me as I could at the time, but she couldn’t remember much else other than what she had told me.  But I was fine with that.  As I started to yawn, she did the same.  I think yawning is something in my family that is just contagious.  My eyes began to dose off, but before they completely closed, Fluttershy nestled herself next to me, finding comfort from my body heat.  She looked up at me and smiled.  I smiled back.  I had already turned off the light in the room, and I didn’t really need to worry about my mom finding out about Fluttershy, she never really came down into the basement.  I hit the recline button on the side of the couch, which surprised Fluttershy a bit, but I quickly calmed her down.  Shortly after that, we dosed off and began to sleep. It was just the two of us. It was just Fluttershy and me.