Colors of a Rainbow - Chapter 5

“Fluttershy? What happened to you?”
>Your expression is full of concern; what could have possibly happened to her?
>”Oh, it’s nothing, really it’s not…” she mutters, looking down at herself. “P-please, come in,” she says, stepping back and allowing you to walk inside.
>The entire cottage was in the same arrangement that it had been in when you left all those years ago. The sofa, the lamp, the flower vase… all in the same place. It looks as if not a day had passed since you had left, save for a thin layer of dust covering everything.
“Where are all of the animals, Fluttershy?”
>You look around as you walk inside, and to your surprise no animals are scurrying about like you had expected. In fact, the entire cottage seemed rather… empty.
>What could have happened to her?
>”Oh, um…” she mutters quietly, closing the door. “It’s really a long story, but…” she floats over to you, landing softly on the sofa, “After you left, everything just kind of… fell apart…” she looks up at the ceiling, an almost distant expression on her face.
>Damn. Did you really cause all of this?
“But… but what about Angel? And the rest of the animals?”
>”They’re…” she pauses for a moment, tilting her head down and staring at the cushions of the sofa. “They’re not here anymore, Anon.”
>You walk over and sit next to her. She lifts her head and looks at you with widened, surprised eyes, but they slowly return to their normal, though still large, size.
“What happened, really? You’re not telling me the whole story, I can tell.”
>”Anon, they…” she trails off for a moment, hesitating before continuing. “They’re coming for me.”
“What? Who? Who’s coming for you?”
>She shakes her head. “Don’t worry about it, Anon. It’s not something you should get yourself wrapped up in…” she mutters, smiling warmly at you.
>That same smile she gave you, all those years ago…
“Fluttershy, you can’t just expect me to sit back like this; who or what is coming after you?”
>”I can’t say…” she says, lowering her head. “I see them at night, watching… I see movement in the bushes, in the skies… I’ve even caught one peeking in my bedroom window as I faked sleeping…” she whispers, slowly lowering her head onto your lap.
>You can feel her quivering against it. She’s quite obviously not been taking care of herself lately. She’s as fragile as a baby foal…
“Come on. We’re going to get you taken care of.”
>”Wh-what?” she gasps, looking up at you. “It… it can’t be that bad…”
>You shake your head. No arguments from her today.
“You helped raise me and nurture me throughout my life, Fluttershy. It’s time I returned the favor after putting you through all of this trouble.”
>She’s still looking up at you with widened, surprised eyes. You smile and wrap your arms around her neck, embracing her in a hug.
>She’s still.
>But, ever so slowly, she begins to lift her hooves, trembling a bit at first, but they finally find their way under your arms, the two of you staying in that embrace for a long time.
>Finally, you decide it’s time you get her some food; she’s too frail to be worrying about anyone or anything at this point in time.
“C’mon Fluttershy, let’s get you something to eat. What would you like?”
>”Um… R-really, Anon, you don’t have to do this…” she mutters as you sit her up at the kitchen table.
>You shake your head.
“Don’t worry about it, Fluttershy; it’s the least I can do.”
>You walk over to the counter and proceed to go through her cabinets, collecting all sorts of different ingredients.
>If you’ve learned anything from living in Equestria, it’s how to make a salad. And you just so happen to have just enough to make two for the both of you.
>That’s good; your late breakfast was starting to wear off, anyway.
>You quickly whip up two large bowls of salad for both of you. You remembered when she learned that you liked to eat meat; you didn’t want to put her through that scene again.
>Instead, you smile and bring the two bowls over to her, setting one down in front of her, then placing a second bowl down and sitting next to her at the table.
>”Oh my…” she mutters, her eyes lighting up at the food in front of her. “This is quite a lot…”
“A growing pony needs her nourishment. Isn’t that what you used to always tell me when I wouldn’t eat?”
>You smile at each other, and she nods before taking a bite, savoring the taste. “Mmm… Anon, this is delicious!” she exclaims, looking to you, “Where did you learn to make food like this?”
“Living on your own gives you the chance to experiment.”
>You take a bite out of your own salad, leaning back as you chew. You put in some extra fruit with yours for extra sweetness.
“Though, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss living here…”
>Her eyes widen a bit and she blushes, before returning to eating. You have to say, it’s pretty cute.
>Wait… Anon, what are you doing? Stop thinking like that!
>This is Fluttershy, she’s like a…
>…Mother…
“Hey, Fluttershy?”
>She looks up at you, chewing on the salad in her mouth before swallowing. “Yes, Anon?”
“You ever wonder what happened to us? Why we lost touch?”
>She ponders this for a moment, before smiling, her gaze lowering back down. “I suppose… we both just got so caught up in our own lives, we never made time for each other.”
>You shake your head. The two of you used to be the best of friends, even when Rainbro came to visit.
>Friendships, while fun, are strange things…
>She finishes her salad, and notices that you’ve barely touched yours. “Something on your mind, Anon?” she asks, tilting her head in curiosity as she pushes the bowl to the side, away from the two of you.
>You sigh, before taking another bite.
“It’s just… I don’t understand. Despite everything that’s happened the past four years, the fact that we’ve had hardly any communication… we still act as if nothing happened, we act like nothing is wrong between the two of us…”
>You’re gripping the utensils you’ve been using to eat the salad tighter than before, your hands are trembling.
>You remember what happened. You see it clearly in your head.
>The night you left, all those years ago. The night everything between the two of you changed.

>You had just gotten the job part-time at the Factory. You were so proud of yourself.
>You were, as they said, on cloud nine. You weren’t sure what the pegasi meant by that, but damn, you were pretty happy.
>And now, you were on your way to Fluttershy’s cottage to let her know the good news.
>She was so worried about you; she made sure that you brushed your teeth twice before even walking out the door this morning.
>You knock on the door, before opening it.
“Fluttershy! I did it, I got the jo-”
>What lay before you was… well, it was mentally horrifying.
>”A-Anon?!” she gasps, quickly scurrying up from her laying position.
>Was she just…?
“Fluttershy, what… what were you doing?”
>She squeaks, standing up onto all fours, but swaying a bit due to lightheadedness.
>Not to mention, a small pool of fluids right under her flank…
>And her wings are fully extended to lengths you’d never seen on her before.
>”N-n-nothing, Anon! Nothing at all!” she exclaims quietly, her tail flicking down to hide her nether-regions from your sight.
>You’re just standing there, completely dumbfounded at what has occurred.
>”W-well aren’t you going to come in?” she asks, smiling despite her hind legs barely being able to support her now. “Tell me all about it!”
>It takes you a few seconds to react.
“Oh! Well, um, Doctor Atmosphere said that he has the perfect job for me, and says I can start as early as tomorrow!”
>You walk over into the main living area and sit on a chair across from her sofa, double-checking to make sure it wasn’t covered in her fluids as well.
>”That’s wonderful!” she exclaims, floating up onto the sofa, taking great care to hide her sensitive areas from you now. “So as early as tomorrow, huh? That’s really something. Do you know what you’ll be doing there?”
>You shake your head.
“He didn’t say. But he -did- say that he would pay well, and that’s good enough reason for me!”
>You grin happily, and she smiles. “Well, I’m very happy for you. Now, you should probably get some sleep, Anon; you have a big day tomorrow, after all.”
>You nod. Well, hopefully a good night’s sleep would get rid of this brain bleach-needed situation…
>It didn’t.
>That night, you woke up to the sounds of heavy panting and moaning from down the hallway.
>You had an idea of what the source of the sound was from, but what you weren’t prepared for was what came next.
>”Ah~! A-Anon~!!” you hear her let out a squeal from down the hallway that causes your eyes to shoot open and pupils to shrink.
>…She’s fantasizing about you.
>Damn… you really hate to do this.
“I’m sorry, Fluttershy.”
>You mutter softly as you hear the panting slowly pick up a second time, growing in a crescendo.
>You go around your room, packing a small bag of everything you knew was essential to your well-being.
>You weren’t going to put yourself into that position. You loved Fluttershy, you really did. But not like that.
>And so, in using her cries of pleasure from the other room as cover, you steal away into the darkness that is Ponyville at night.
>You stayed at the purple unicorn’s home that night, despite barely knowing her outside of seeing Fluttershy spending time with her.
>The following morning, Rainbro had conveniently come to Twilight’s to check out a book, and ran into you along the way.
>You decided that staying at your bro’s house would be much easier than at the home of a unicorn you barely knew.
>So, Rainbro got Twilight to use a cloud-walking spell on you, and she brought you up to Cloudsdale to stay with her.
>The two of you had such an awesome time. You had to stay next to her at all times, though, in case the spell wore off.
>That wasn’t too hard, either way. That day the two of you stopped by the factory.
>On your way to meet with Doctor Atmosphere again, you close your eyes as the two of you walk in silence through the halls, taking in the sounds of the machine hard at work.
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>Though, in the faint distance, you hear a strange melody playing…
>As the two of you walk down the hallway, the sound gets fairly louder, before you open the large, metal door to the source.
>Inside, there’s a strange music-player box next to the desk of a certain dark-red pegasus with his silver mane. He’s humming along to the song’s melody…
>”In the Rainbow Factory, where not a single soul gets through…”
>”Doctor?” Rainbro announces your arrival, tapping on his desk.
>He swerves around in his chair, his gaze meeting yours. “Oh, Anonymous; just the man I was looking for…”

>End Chapter 5