Fluttershy and Me: Remastered

I awoke on the basement couch, the light from the sun piercing through the curtains that covered the small windows.  In my head, I was asking myself if it was all a dream.  I looked down to find Fluttershy still with me.  She was wrapped in the blanket, lying under my arm with her head on my lap.  I smiled and took in a deep breath.  I think my exhale was a little loud, because shortly after she woke up.  She looked around, yawned, then looked to me and smiled.

“Good morning,” she said to me, brushing her eyes with her hooves.

“Good morning Fluttershy, sleep well?” I asked her.  She nodded.

“I had the most wonderful dream, and you were in it,” she said.  I was actually a little surprised by this.  We had only met last night, but for some reason I was in her dreams.

“What was the dream about?” I asked her.  As she was about to speak, a confused look adorned her face.  I responded with a confused look on my face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I can’t seem to remember.  I know you were there though.  I think I was flying perfectly, and then you appeared, but you had wings too.  We just flew together, I think.  I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize.  I can barely ever remember my dreams, no matter how hard I try sometimes.”  She perked up after I said that.

I was so happy that it was Saturday.  I wouldn’t have to worry about anything for the whole day, unless of course my mom dropped some sort of work on my lap.  I started to get up from the couch, pushing the recliner inward.  Fluttershy got up and started following me, but I quickly stopped her.

“Hey, can you just wait down here for a bit?  I need to go see if my mother is home.  Hopefully she’ll be out and you can come upstairs.   If she’s here, I’ll come back down to tell you.”  She nodded, which told me she understood.

I proceeded upstairs.  I didn’t hear the TV in the kitchen, so that was a good sign.  I went into the kitchen anyway to get some food.  On the counter I saw a note left from my mom saying that she would be out for a while, probably until one.  It was 10:30 when I read the note, so I had a lot of time.  I yelled downstairs to Fluttershy.

“Hey Fluttershy, you can come up.  My mom’s gonna be out for a while so you’ll be fine.”

“Alright,” she responded.  Even though there was a rug floor in the basement, I could distinctly make out her hoof steps.  They were soft, but pretty damn audible.  She came up to the kitchen where I had been getting out some cereal for breakfast.  She looked at the box of food with a look of confusion.

“What’s that stuff?  Is it food?  If it’s not too much to ask, do you think I could have some?” she asked.  I let out a small chuckle.

“Fluttershy, you gotta stop worrying if something might be too much trouble to ask for.  You can have anything to eat that you want,” I said to her, hoping I said that as politely as I could.  I didn’t want to make it sound like her worrying about asking for stuff was annoying.  I walked over to her with the box of cereal (for those of you wondering, it was Cinnamon Toast Crunch) with a bowl.  I set the bowl down, but before I actually poured the cereal in, I noticed that the box had stated to not feed this stuff to animals.  Thank God I caught that notice.

“Um, well actually, this you can’t eat.  It’s not because I don’t want to give it to you, it’s just that the box says to not feed to animals.  I don’t want you getting sick,” I told her.

“Oh, that’s ok.  But, um, do you have anything else to eat?”

I thought for a moment.  I figured if this stuff wasn’t good, waffles wouldn’t fair to well either.  Then I remembered we had pancakes as well.  I never saw a warning to not feed pancakes to animals on the packaging of the pancake mix or anything like that, so I figured they would be fine.

“We’ve got some pancakes in the freezer.  Hold on, I’ll get some for you.”  She perked up after I told her that.  I got out the pancakes and a plate to put them on.  I put four pancakes on the plate and put it in the microwave.  When they were done, I gave them to her.  She looked at them for a moment with a quizzical look.  I told her they would be fine.  I guess she had no reason to doubt me, so she took a bite out of one.  She smiled, which I took as a sign of approval.  In turn, I smiled.

When she was done with her pancakes, and I with my cereal, I decided to give her a tour of the house.  I showed her around the main floor, which included the kitchen, a TV room, dining room, and living room.  She liked all the nice furniture and the decorative furnishings that adorned the house.  I took her upstairs, telling her where my mother and sisters rooms were.  My sister was at college, so I didn’t have to worry about her.  I told Fluttershy to stay out of their rooms unless I was with her.

Then, we proceeded to my room.  You could practically call my room a monument to Assassin's Creed, because my room was stocked with at least one thing that represented each game.  I had a figure of each of the assassin’s from each game (yes that means three Ezio figures), posters for both Assassin's Creed 3 and Revelations, the Colonial America Flag with the Assassin’s Crest in the center of the thirteen stars, and to top it all off, a handmade tomahawk replica, just like the one Connor uses in AC3 (I could indeed kill someone with it if I chose to).  Hell, I even had two hidden blade replicas as well. The left one was able to be turned into a knife as well, just like Connor.  Hey, I told you Assassin's Creed was my favorite game franchise.  Along with that stuff, I had an Avengers poster (Marvel’s Avengers), a Master Chief figure, an Isaac Clarke figure from Dead Space 3, and a few of my favorite Bionicle sets.  I only wish I had a TV in my room, but my mom never allowed it.  Ok, now I feel like I’m going into too much detail about my room.  Back to Fluttershy.

She gazed upon all the objects and posters that adorned my room.  She seemed to actually like a lot of the things, especially the Colonial flag.  She told me how she loved the colors and the Assassin’s Crest in the center.  I honestly figured she would be a little bit taken back by all the things I had in my room, but she seemed to like most of it.  She at one point just flat out asked me what Assassin's Creed was.

“It’s a video game franchise, my favorite in fact.  Video games are like, well, how to put it?  Well, I’ll just tell you that video games are awesome, most of the time anyway.  Assassin's Creed is one of the best.  It’s a little violent though, or rather, REALLY violent.  I could show you sometime, if you’d want to see it.”  She nodded and smiled in response.  I smiled back.  Then, she actually fluttered up onto my bed and got comfortable on it.

“Hey, can we sleep here from now on?” she asked me.  I chuckled when she asked me that.

“Sure, whatever you want, we just can’t let my mom see you.”

“Why not?” she asked me.

“Well, she might not be able to understand how a fourteen year old pony wound up in my world and is sleeping with me in my bed.  It’d be best if you stayed out of her sight.  If she winds up seeing you though, pretend to be a toy or something, just don’t move.  Play dead if you want, just don’t let her know you’re real and alive.”  She seemed to understand and nodded her head in response.

“Um, do you have someplace where I could maybe take a bath? I feel really dirty,” she told me.  I don’t know why I didn’t think about that earlier.  I found her in a dumpster, so of course she was dirty.  I told her I would give her a bath, or rather a shower.  My bathtub was really shitty at actually being used as a bathtub, so it was just always used as a shower.  I got her cleaned up and everything, no matter how long it took to clean out her hair.  As I was drying her off, she looked into my eyes for a moment, and soon after, she was hugging me.  I was a little surprised at first, but I of course returned the hug.  And that was the moment that we officially started our relationship.