Fluttershy awoke in the predawn hours where dawn's rosy fingers had not yet reached up over the horizon, but was just rising to do so. Her teal eyes opened lethargically, slowly breaking the images of her dreams and replacing them with reality. Her smile faltered as she realized it could all have been a dream. However, when she moved her hooves, she noticed that the mask was in them. She smiled, knowing that this was real. This had happened.

She stood up, stretching and yawning as she did so. As she finally got to her hooves, she picked up the mask, carrying it carefully with her downstairs. She stepped into her kitchen, looking at the possibilities of breakfast. She saw enough ingredients for pancakes or waffles, and saw plenty of fresh fruit in a bowl, their vibrant colors advertising their spectacular flavors locked within. None of them appealed to her that morning, however, and she opted for something far out of the ordinary. Something she considered a tasty treat reserved for incredibly special occasions. She figured that yesterday counted, so she donned the mask.

In a flash of light, Fluttershy took the shape of the Butterfly Dragon, her pale wings spread open majestically. She grinned a sly grin that most would think her incapable of, and with another flash of light, took the shape of the Butterfly. She took off, her pointed wings flitting up and down to achieve flight. She fluttered through her house for a minute to get adjusted to flying with them again before flying out of the house through an open window. As she flew, the grass below her bent towards her pale radiance, some patches starting to bud with rare flowers.

Into the Everfree Forest she went, following no path. She flew through tangled branches and over clumps of thorny shrubs. The eyes that watched from the shadows stared in awe as the luminescent butterfly flitted vivaciously through the forest. As it got deeper, the shadows thickened until they were as viscous as tar. The shadows tried to bog her down, but her light kept them at bay.

She came across a clearing, sprouts rising from the earth in random places, their silvery buds collecting the morning dew on tiny hair-like structures. As she approached them, her lucent glow bade the buds to open up and reveal the flowers beneath. Seven silver petals opened up, spreading out to greet Fluttershy as she landed upon it. Each petal shone with their own radiance, shining like polished chrome and glowing like the moon. In the center of the flower where the petals met, a pool of nectar resided beneath a wall of blue pollen-wearing stems. Fluttershy crept towards the nectar, tasting it from afar with her straw. The sweet flavor hit her tastebuds, her mind working to compare it to other known flavors. There was a slight similarity to honey, but the nectar was far sweeter. There was an incredibly subtle tang to it, not unlike a lime, but sweet at the same time. As her mind began comparing it to the sweetest of candies she had ever tried, her mind realized that it was sweeter than all of those things.

Had she the lips to do so, she would have been smiling as wide as a foal in Sugar Cube Corner. As she drained the first flower, picking up a few grains of pollen, she flitted off to the next. As with the previous one, it opened as her glow began to hit it. She continued in this fashion, drinking the nectar of nine flowers before fluttering up above the forest canopy. With a flash of light in the light of dawn, she returned to her Dragon form, her large feathered wings flapping strongly against the air to keep her afloat. She smiled contentedly, changing direction towards the heart of the forest.

Twilight awoke on her bed with a warm smile plastered upon her face, comparable to that of a young foal on Hearth's Warming Day. She reached her forehooves forward, her eyes still closed, half-expecting to feel a warm body next to her. As she opened her eyes, she saw an empty spot before her where her hooves contacted cool bedsheets. She groaned slightly, realizing that she had woken up just before dawn again from a particularly vivid dream. As she cast a spell to summon a quill, scroll, and bottle of ink, she was confused to find that there was none to summon. She searched high and low for her precious supplies so as to write down her dream and remember it before it went stale. After a moment of searching, she looked down at the one place she hadn't looked: her magic-proof floor-safe. She carefully twisted the dial counter-clockwise a few turns, clockwise a turn and a half, and counter-clockwise twelve ticks. She opened the safe, all of her parchment, quills, and bottles of ink staring smugly back at her.

Oh yeah... Eheheh... Guess at least that part of the dream actually happened, she mentally scolded herself. Her smile returned, a slight blush staining her cheeks as thoughts of Fluttershy crept back into her head. She yawned tiredly, trotting down the stairs to the kitchen, from which the delicious scent of pancakes was wafting. As she entered the kitchen, the scent hit her nose, immediately enticing her mouth to begin watering. She paused for a moment, taking in the delicious scent. Her smile grew wider.

"Oh. Hey Twilight. You're up early," Spike called in a half whisper from in front of the stove. The young drake stood upon a three-legged wooden stool, a spatula in hand. He flipped a pancake high into the air, watching it turn to the uncooked side as it fell back down. It landed softly on the iron griddle with a slight hiss as the hot metal seared the batter. He turned to look at her for a moment. "And in a good mood."

"I could say the same about you," Twilight countered smugly. "And I am in a good mood"

"Touché" the drake replied, flipping another pancake. "Have you had your morning coffee yet?"

"No."

"How are you in such a good mood then?"

"Fluttershy."

"What about her?"

Twilight blushed heavily, the pink stain visible through her fur. She turned away, even though he wasn't looking, hoofing the ground bashfully. "She's my Special Somepony..."

"I didn't quite catch that," he muttered, flipping two pancakes onto a plate.

"I said she's my Special Somepony..." she tried again, less successfully. She tried to remain calm, but her nerves were beginning to get the better of her.

"You really have to speak up, Twilight," Spike said, flipping two more pancakes onto the plate. He picked up a measuring cup of remaining batter, and poured it onto the griddle. The batter hissed as the hot metal seared it into a more solid state.

"I said she's my Special Somepony!" she shouted, her voice resounding throughout the tree. A mouse that had been crawling on the bookshelves jumped in terror, falling from the nine-foot shelf to the ground. It scurried into a hole in the wall as fast as it could in its panic attack. Save for the slight hiss of the pancakes, all was dead silent in the aftermath of her explosion.

Her blush returned more powerfully than the sun. There was a distinct patch of cherry-red on her cheeks. The air around her was visibly warmer than the rest of the atmosphere, warm updrafts bending the air around her. Spike stared at her incredulously, trying to take in what he just heard. Without turning away, he reached behind him and flipped the last two pancakes over to their uncooked sides. The defiant hiss broke the oppression of the silence for a moment.

Twilight wished she could hide. His stare burned into her hide like drops of acid rain on marble. She thought of Fluttershy, and how she'd be completely hidden by her mane. Twilight could do no such thing. Instead, she backed up a few steps.

"Well..." Spike began, breaking the silence once more. "I-I didn't know you liked her like that, but I guess congratulations are in order."

"...um... Thanks? I guess?" she responded sheepishly.

"To be entirely honest," Spike continued, turning back to the pancakes and flipping them once more, "I'm just glad you didn't go for Rarity."

Twilight giggled and rolled her eyes. With everything now out in the open with Spike, she only had four more ponies to tell of her new relationship. Today promised to be busy for Twilight.

Tell Spike about relationship with Fluttershy... Check.

Author's Note

This took me about 3 hours of totaled up writing (not counting the massive expanses of time I had to do other things with.) with some new music in the background. Honestly, my brain is still trying to figure out where in Tartarus this story is going. I gave myself a single beacon in the dark. Now I just have to light my way with torches. I'll be working on the next chapter for you guys. I'm sure you all want it to come soon.

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