Chapter 1: The Curse of the Werepony
There was a rush of cases that night for a certain yellow Pegasus. This was normal, for it was the middle of summer and all the animals seemed to have gone into heat. Dr. Fluttershy quite understood, not being able to mate will drive any animal to insanity.
"Whether it’s a pony or a bunny, all animals go into heat," as she liked to say. All of a sudden, a large dog the doctor had never seen before broke the door down. Dr. Fluttershy was surprisingly calm; she knew she could handle any animal, big or small (well, except for other ponies). The windows broke with a howl that could have come from Tartarus. Fluttershy carefully held out some ham for the dog to eat. It ran to her, hungry, and started chewing. The dog bit the doctor’s hoof while he ate the ham. He stood up, turning to the direction of the door. This was more than expected, as hot animals tended to try and find another of their species. If this dog found Winona, or another female dog that could be a problem for the pets and the owners.
Dr. Fluttershy sighed. “It’s the only way,” she said as she pulled out a sniper rifle. The sky was pitch black, but she had enough light to see.
“Steady, steady, steady,” she muttered.
POW! “Goodnight, little doggie.” She put the tranquilizer sniper rifle back in the closet where it belonged. She went to fetch the sleeping dog and let the dog sleep on the couch, just for tonight.
“The doctor is in,” she muttered to herself. It was summer and the animals couldn't sleep because of the heat, so close to the Everfree Forest. It was morning by the time she finished the last case, an hour before sunrise.
“An hour of sleep, that`s more than I usually get,” she said. She fluttered off to bed so she didn't wake up any of her animal friends, again. As soon as she got into bed, she fell fast asleep.
She spent most of the next morning helping her animal friends.
“That’s alright, it’s always worth it…” Her thoughts trailed off as shy saw a very attractive colt sleeping on her couch.
“Oh… my, I wonder if I should wake him up.” As if on command, he rolled over and wound up on his side looking at her, half asleep, but he fell back asleep after a few seconds.
Fluttershy sighed, relieved, and continued her morning routine with a healthy breakfast. She looked down at the colt and stood up. She made some coffee for her “guest.” She burned her hoof.
“Ouch,” she muttered.She went to clean and cover it. She noticed she had a mark on her hoof!
“Was it the coffee burn maybe? Oh well, I guess it was worse than it looked.”
At the smell of coffee her “guest” woke up. Their eyes met. Fluttershy froze. He was looking at her! She screamed (a Fluttershy scream, mind you), and he started screaming, too. At last they both stopped, mainly because Angel Bunny had hopped in, and used the gardening shovel he got for his birthday to knock the colt out cold.
“Angel Bunny, why did you do that?” Fluttershy asked in her motherly, condescending voice.
The bunny only shrugged and grabbed the carrot from his bowl on the kitchen floor, put it in his mouth like a cigar, and hopped away to find a place to sleep. Fluttershy pushed the knocked out colt onto her couch again.
“I wonder where he came from, I`ll ask him when he wakes up,” she thought. She checked him for a concussion, and she left him to rest when she realized he was fine.
“I wonder if he`s alright. I don’t remember him coming in last night, but I was very busy with Vincent, Perry, and Johnny, the bear triplets again.”
She walked off to finish her coffee and porridge; her usual breakfast. After eating, she cleaned up and went to check on the colt.
She noticed that he was an earth pony with an impressive (and in certain areas proactive) build. She got a little closer, and he woke up. They head-butted each other and stumbled back into opposite walls. He got up quickly and went over to try to help her up.
When he got closer, Fluttershy noticed that he had the same mark on his hoof as she did. Before she could ask about it, he started talking.
"Are you alright, and is there anything I can do to help?" Before anymore could be said or done to learn more about this mysterious colt, Scootaloo (Fluttershy’s adopted child), came downstairs in her school uniform, and drowsily walked into the kitchen, hitting the table with her chest, as she always did.
Fluttershy still had to figure out who the colt was.
"Excuse me sir, make yourself at home, while I walk Scootaloo to school, I mean, if you don`t mind."
His reply was loyal and curious -as if he was wondering what he just got himself into. He finally said, "Of course, I would like to fix that door for you, I mean if you don`t mind."
"Um, okay," she squeaked her trademarked confirmation.
When Scootaloo was done her breakfast she said, "Come on Scoots, time to go to school," and with that they were off.