Your granny had always pinched your cheeks and said you were adorable. Time to see if she was right.
With incredible technique and skill, you widen your eyes to the point of stupidity. You can feel them start to water as you form the most innocent of frowns on your face. You hold your hands behind your back and kick awkwardly at the ground, pretending to be shy and vulnerable. You make a note to yourself to never, ever do this again.
Fluttershy smirks. “Oh, is the wittle-bitty baby gonna cry?”
This next part is critical. You need to get the voice just right.
In the most adorable, innocent voice you can muster, you say, “I’m sorry, Fluttershy. I hope you aren’t mad at me. I’d never want to disappoint you…”
The pegasus’ eye twitches. “Apology not accepted!”
“But I’m SO sorry!” Sweet Celestia, you want to puke out all the sugary goodness right now. Once you get home, you’re going to play Doom till you start growing a mustache from the sheer manliness (if you are female, this statement still applies).
Fluttershy begins to sweat. “You… You’re not forgiven for anything! I hate you!”
It’s time to drive it home.
You force tears to run down our eyes.
Fluttershy watches the spectacle for a moment, before finally breaking down. “Oh! I can’t stand it!” She tackles you, giving you a great big squeeze. “You’re just so adorable! I can’t hurt you!” You can feel the air being hugged out of you, and your ribs begin to bend. Somehow you manage to wheeze out “Success!” as you watch Fluttershy’s coat change from the miserable grey color to a bright yellow. “You poor darling, I forgive you a thousand times over! Let me get you some soup, you poor dear!”
An hour later you find yourself outside Fluttershy’s cottage, belly full and your boo-boos taken care of. Fluttershy is a bit apprehensive at the prospect of battling Discord again, but she quickly agrees to help.