Owner Of A Lonely Heart

by AlwaysDressesInStyle


Entry 34

Dear Diary,

Today was my weekly spa appointment with Fluttershy. We've kept this tradition for quite some time, and it always relaxes her as much as it does me. I could live at the spa, truthfully. I suppose depending on who you ask, I already do.

The spa also presents a unique opportunity to admire the scenery. I'm still not sure about liking mares, so I kept sneaking peeks at Fluttershy. She's gorgeous, but there's a reason she used to be a model, after all. And that reason is mostly because I forced her into it so I could live vicariously through her... but I digress.

But the point is we tell each other everything at our weekly spa dates. She knows all about my previous crushes, well, except for Rainbow Dash. I don't think I'll be admitting that one to her or any of the rest of our friends. But that also means I know she's single.

Don't even think about it, Rarity.

Where did that line of text come from? I didn't write that.

Of course you didn't write that. I did.

Twilight knows a spell that lets her appear inside books. But Twilight doesn't know about this particular book. So, you must be Discord.

Guessed it in one! Using both brain cells today?

Are you interested in Fluttershy?

I'm always interested in Fluttershy. As a significant other? No. That's a commitment, and that's the antithesis of chaos. I'm above such petty physical concepts as dating, Rarity. But I do know that ponies in relationships tend to spend a lot of time with one another. And I, for one, am not willing to give up any of the few moments I get to spend with Fluttershy. So if you feel brave enough to make a move, know that in advance. You're to never even think about limiting our time together. And if she tries to, you're to refuse her. But also know this: if you hurt her, I will break you. Body, mind, and soul.

Okay, so Fluttershy's off limits. You know she's not going to like you doing this.

She'll never find out.


With a flash the entire journal entry disappeared right in front of Rarity, as if it had been written in disappearing ink. She shuddered.