Pattycakes: The Remake

by GlitchyProductions

Chapter One

Fluttershy sat contentedly in her kitchen, the dark room intensifying the plethora of emotions going through her head. Despite all that she had been working for up to this point in her life, she felt that nothing was of value anymore. Her lovely animals and dear friends were there to comfort her when she was upset, but there was something that broke her down from the start.

She was lonely.

She wanted someone to live with her and give her some love and attention.

Fluttershy had turned off all the lights in the house and was sitting at the front of her large dining room table, a massive piece of wooden furniture with a large jar full of rare flowers from all over Equestria. She rested her head on the smooth, cool surface of the table, wrapping her arms around her head and closing her eyes.

She thought forlornly about all the things that she had done in secrecy, like buying baby clothes and other items to prepare herself for motherhood in the future. There was something utterly missing from her plan, however: a child of her own.

She had spent money on something that she might never have because she was such a shy and demure person. Being too scared to talk to most of the men in Rumsville had left her without a partner in her life, and she knew this meant that she would never have a baby and fill the open hole in her heart.

Rainbow Dash ran down the path as fast as her legs would take her. It was time to get in shape for the Running of the Leaves, and she had only three days left to prepare for the insanity that was sure to come. The thin blue tracksuit that she wore over her tank top fluttered as she jogged, the large image of a cloud shooting a tri-tone lightning bolt emblazoned in the side and making for a rather childish tattoo. Under her track suit she wore her denim blue jeans that complimented her tracksuit and made her look like one of the weather rangers.

She blazed down the forest path, passing pedestrians and myriad trees in the forest path. On her way around the town she had passed Sugarcube Corner and was making her way toward Sweet Apple Acres in order to taunt Applejack deviously, knowing that he friend would be entered in the race as well and would no doubt be just as competitive as she was last year.
One person she didn’t say hello to was her best friend Fluttershy, the one person from her circle of closest friends that she’d known since childhood, and the one person who was constantly teased and made fun of by the men in town. It ticked her off royally that they would taunt and make fun of such a lovely and harmless girl. Rainbow decided that while she was out she would pay her best friend a visit, so she modified her route somewhat in order to drop by Fluttershy’s cottage on the outskirts of town.

Fluttershy aimlessly wandered into her living room, feeling tired from all the work and sleepless nights of buying baby products and storing them in her converted nursery. She worked her way to her couch and stood in front of it, eyeing the cardboard shipping container filled to the brim with her latest order of baby supplies. She sighed, then picked it up and placed it on the ground next to a box full of baby clothing.

She slowly ambled back over to the couch, then flopped onto it and rested upon its soft cushions, spreading her entire body all over it as though it were a big, fluffy bed, then picked up one of the magazines to read its contents. After reading the Canterlot Company catalog and digesting the ads within it for three hours, she closed her eyes and felt the tension in her body disappear. She had been preparing herself for the last two years in secret before she even began contemplating talking to them about it.

Her desires for a child were very secretive. Only Rarity knew the truth. She even helped Fluttershy by giving her money to buy some of the supplies and rebuild her spare bedroom into a nursery.

Opening her eyes, she looked up at the ceiling, the light from a crack in the drapes casting a narrow glowing band on her face. She happened to glance at the window when a strange shadow rose up the curtains and drifted toward the door. She smiled; she guessed who it was, and was glad Rainbow Dash had decided to drop by.

“Fluttershy? You in there?”

Rainbow Dash knocked on the door, then impatiently tried to look past the drawn shades on the window. She didn’t want to waste time. She had a race to prepare for, after all. Again she hammered hard on the door, nearly tearing it down in the process.

She stopped after hearing several clicks from the various locks on the door. Dash couldn’t wait to get inside and relax. She had allotted herself a half hour to rest before getting back to running, and she wanted to spend it with her friend.
“I’ll be right there . . .”

Dash smirked, glad that the door was finally being opened.

The last bolt was unhinged, and finally the door swung open and Fluttershy greeted her childhood friend with a timid smile.
“Hello, Rainbow Dash. What brings you all the way out here?”

“I was just out training for the Running of the Leaves and figured I’d head up your way and rest up at your place for a while,” said Rainbow Dash, stretching her arms and smirking while she said it.

Fluttershy smiled at her friend thinking of her like this. “Please, won’t you come in?” She moved out of the way so Dash could enter her house.

“Sure.” Rainbow Dash gave Fluttershy a small hug, then made her way into the living room, noting with curiosity that it was dark inside. She saw that the lights were off and some of the curtains were closed.

“So what’s with the dark house, Fluttershy?” The athletic runner could barely see the furniture to keep from tripping over it.

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry Rainbow Dash. I had a little headache from the lights, and I wanted a quick nap anyway,” replied Fluttershy.

Rainbow Dash turned and looked confusedly at her friend. “But it’s 9:30. The sun hasn’t even been up three hours!”
“I was up all night.” Fluttershy looked at the ground.

“Why?”

“Well . . . I-I couldn’t get to sleep.”

Rainbow Dash stood in the middle of the living room and stretched her arms, then looked at Fluttershy cautiously, concerned about what was going on with her.

She looked Fluttershy in the eye. “Is there something you need to tell me?”

“Um, I don’t have anything to say.” Fluttershy looked away.

“You sure?” Rainbow Dash was about to give up; it didn’t seem to be of any use talking to Fluttershy.

“Yes, Rainbow Dash. I’m sorry for making you think something was wrong,” apologized Fluttershy.

Dash smiled at her friend with her trademark grin. “Eh, don’t sweat it.”

Fluttershy walked over to the light switch and turned on the kitchen and living room lights, bathing the house with the warm glow from the lamps. “There we go.”

Rainbow Dash kept up with her stretches. Now that there was light in the house, she looked around the room. It was clean. Very clean. Fluttershy usually liked a tidy house, but this was a bit too much. All the dust resting on the TV and the shelves and cupboards was wiped clean. All the video games they had played last week had been put back in their respective cases.

“So what’s with the cleaning?” asked Rainbow.

“What?” said Fluttershy, mishearing her friend.

“What’s with the seriously bogus cleaning?” Rainbow spun around, indicating the living room with her arms.
“Oh, I’m just . . . uh . . . cleaning the house a little.” She blushed as she spoke.

“Uh-huh.” Bored already with this line of questioning, Rainbow eyed the couch.

“Do you want me to make you some tea?” asked Fluttershy.

“Yeah sure, do whatever you want.” The blue-suited athlete walked over to the couch and flopped down on it, knocking over some of the perfectly positioned pillows in the process. She slipped off her jogging shoes, then kicked her legs up on the couch, spread out her arms and rested herself.

Fluttershy excused herself from the living room and went into the kitchen to make the tea, and soon Rainbow, who had never been able to remain in one spot very long since she was a little girl, hopped up off the sofa and followed her into the kitchen. As Fluttershy got the tea-making supplies from the cabinets Dash ambled into the kitchen and leaned up lazily against the refrigerator.

“So where’s Angel?” Rainbow asked Fluttershy, who stopped what she was doing and turned around. She smiled as she saw Rainbow pulling on her shin to stretch her quadriceps.

“Oh . . . it’s mating season for bunnies and— ”

“What?! Seriously?!” Rainbow’s jaw dropped in shock.

“Um, yes.” Fluttershy blushed, then continued to work on making the tea.

“Atta boy!” Rainbow Dash cheered, pumping her fist in the air in exultation. Fluttershy giggled in response.

“I bet he’s gonna get all the lady bunnies. He’s a real pro.”

“I don’t mean to be vulgar, but . . . um . . . he was doing things before, uh, mating season,” said Fluttershy as she put the tea in the infuser.

“What do you mean?” asked Rainbow.

“He was . . . um . . . humping things.” Fluttershy blushed at her words. Angel bunny’s behavior catching her off guard. She held her stomach and struggled to keep herself upright.

“I’m sure it’s normal for an animal to do that,” said Dash after calming herself, wiping tears of laughter from her cheeks as she did.

“It is. Forest animals like bunnies do as they please.” Fluttershy turned an even brighter shade of crimson as she said so.
Rainbow convulsed as she struggled to keep the mental image that formed from that statement from causing her to completely lose control.

“Let’s just sit down before I explode.”

After leaving the kitchen Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash went back to the couch to watch TV. Rainbow Dash left it to Fluttershy to figure out what to watch, and she decided that they would watch cartoons together. The one they found was a strange one about a rabbit and a black duck arguing about whether it was duck season or rabbit season, an argument settled by a hunter chasing them both through the forest.

It was a very funny cartoon and they both couldn’t help but laugh at it. During the cartoon Rainbow Dash had taken off her tracksuit, showing off her small, blue tank top which held a matching image of the “cutie mark” that she had embroidered on her tracksuit. It showed off her belly and the rest of her stomach and belly button. She began rubbing her belly, an action that Fluttershy noticed and thought a bit strange, but she didn’t say anything.

Rainbow Dash’s own curiosity was piqued, however. She knew that Fluttershy was a shy girl, and whenever a boy spoke to her she would nearly faint at the sight of him. Since she wasn’t romantically involved with a boy, and was definitely not into girls either, Dash wondered why she had all those boxes on the floor. It’s not like Fluttershy ever ordered anything really big for herself; her house was furnished well and she liked her furniture enough that it would never change. Clothes were out; she had plenty and wasn’t a shopper like Rarity or Twilight. Curiosity was killing her.

The thoughts in her head were interrupted by Fluttershy whispering, “Rainbow Dash?”

“Yeah, Fluttershy?” Dash turned her head from the cartoons and looked at her friend.

“Can I tell you something?” The pink-haired girl blushed and lowered her head to look away toward the TV screen.

“’Sup?” Rainbow repositioned herself to look at Fluttershy with crossed arms and a smirk.

“Um, I need to go to the bathroom.”

“You don’t need to tell me that.” Dash rolled her eyes, patting Fluttershy’s shoulder.

“Um . . . I’m sorry.”

“Forget it. Now go do your business.” Rainbow Dash smiled at her.

Fluttershy got up and slowly walked over to the staircase and climbed the steps to the second floor bathroom. After Rainbow Dash watched the shy girl make her way upstairs, she turned back to the cardboard boxes sitting in the middle of the living room. She was dying to find out what was inside, and she figured a little peek wouldn’t hurt. The tape on the lid was already cut; Fluttershy would never have to know.

“Right.” Rainbow took a deep breath, exhaled, then got up off the couch and braced herself for what was inside the boxes. She hoped it wasn’t something that might cause her to think badly of Fluttershy.

She crept across the carpet, as though sudden movement might be heard by her friend and cause her to come back down and ask what was going on. She inched toward the small cardboard box next to the fireplace, a small, fragile thing that looked like it had taken a beating in the mail.

She looked it over and found a massive label across one of the sides. Huge letters bore out its contents:

As she scanned the label twice to make sure she hadn’t misread it, she felt her stomach do a back flip. She hadn’t expected anything like this. Millions of thoughts ran through Rainbow’s head, some good and some bad.

“Why the hell does she have this stuff?” she whispered to herself.

Dash gingerly lifted the lid and peered into the box. Inside it was filled with strange little polyester chips, obviously packing material. She plunged her hand into the stuff and felt something soft. It was strange: smooth plastic with a rubber thing on the side. She extracted it from the packing material, launching some of the chips onto the floor.

In her hand was a small pink pacifier covered with little yellow butterflies. Rainbow’s heart stopped for a moment as she wondered why Fluttershy would order something like this.

“Fluttershy . . . what the hell . . .”

She threw the pacifier to the side and then rooted around in the polyester chips again, trying to uncover the rest of the items listed on the label. She was not sure what she was expecting, though she had the distinct feeling in her stomach, like a monster would pop out of the box and grab her.

It wouldn’t have been out of place considering how weird the first item she found had been.

She finally felt something at the very bottom of the box. Placing both hands around the object, she carefully extracted it, lifting gingerly so as not to spill any of the packing peanuts on the floor. As it cleared the packing material, the label became clear. It was the pack of “Babiez Absorbent Diapers” listed on the label. They were wrapped in thick, transparent plastic and she could see that there were two dozen of them, neatly folded against each other and sporting images of rattles, bottles, butterflies and rainbows. The strangest thing about them though was that they appeared to be large enough to fit a child, maybe even a small adult.

“Wha . . . what the . . .” Rainbow Dash gulped. It felt like she was swallowing a massive stone that refused to go down her throat. She was confused. Why would Fluttershy order something like this? Was she hiding something? Did she have problems when sleeping? Was she going to pull off a massive prank involving diapers and baby stuff? Too many questions, not enough answers.

Rainbow Dash gently set the pack of diapers to the side of the cardboard box and set about trying to find the last item listed on the label, the so-called “onesie” that was supposedly in the box along with all the other items.

She rummaged through, the task made easier by the removal of the diapers, and finally felt a lump of soft, cotton material to the side of the package. She grabbed the object and lifted it out of the chips.

“Dude . . . what the hell . . .” She gulped. There was a feeling she didn’t like in the pit of her stomach, as though a wrench was trying to turn the cogs in her guts apart.

What she was holding was a medium size onesie that looked like it was big enough to fit a kid, maybe one as old as eight or nine. It was cyan blue and made from soft fleece material. It looked strange to Rainbow Dash. The legs were missing and the crotch had buttons on it.

Dash stared at the items for a time, then decided she needed to confront Fluttershy about the things she had found in the box. There was no way Derpy had switched the packages; it had her name on it and the address to her cottage.

As she rose up and turned to confront Fluttershy, she was surprised to see her at the base of the stairs. Dash nearly tripped over the box as she saw her friend watching her from the shadows, a frightened expression on her face.

“Rainbow Dash . . . this isn’t what it looks like.”

Dash was bewildered, tripping over the cardboard box and falling on top of the pack of diapers. She got up and staggered to the couch, her stomach reeling at the knowledge that her friend had been watching her the whole time.

Fluttershy’s eyes welled up as she felt the impending doom from the knowledge that Rainbow Dash, her best friend since childhood, had found out about her recently imported baby supplies. Her mind was in a state of panic as she thought about how word would spread all over Rumsville, the whole town being in on her secret.

“Looks like?!” fumed Dash.

Fluttershy ducked her head into her hands and turned away in shame.

“What the hell’s going on, Fluttershy?” Rainbow Dash got up and marched over to Fluttershy. “What’s with all these baby supplies?” Fluttershy took a step back, afraid of the massive verbal assault her friend would surely set upon her.

“I c-can explain . . .” Fluttershy continued to hide her face, but the guilt had worked its way into her voice, causing Rainbow Dash to pause in her verbal onslaught long enough to calm herself.

“Listen,” began Rainbow. “I’m just a little freaked out. Why are you buying baby supplies?” She set a warm hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder. When she didn’t answer, Rainbow walked over to the package of diapers and held them up. “Can you explain these?” She shook the package a bit for emphasis in front of Fluttershy, who slowly grabbed it and held it close, as though it were a security blanket.

“Well?”

“I . . . um . . . I . . .” Fluttershy dropped the package and quickly ran upstairs, every footfall making a loud bang on the wooden steps. When she reached the upstairs hall Rainbow heard her run briefly before hearing the bedroom door loudly slam shut. The blue-adorned athlete called after her, hoping she would return, the guilt for her rash, impatient behavior weighing on her.

“Fluttershy, wait!” yelled Rainbow.

Fluttershy sobbed uncontrollably as she sat on her small wooden bed adorned with a pink fluffy blanket. In her hands she held a small cuddly teddy bear with a large pink ribbon attached to her ears. She hugged it tightly, letting her tears fell on its head and soak into its artificial fur.

As she sat rocking slightly she heard a creak on the wooden floorboards outside her door and a faint whisper from the other side of the room.

“Fluttershy?”

She didn’t dare look up. She knew what was going to happen. The last time she had told one of her friends a secret everything got out of control and she ended up modeling for an old woman with a passion for fashion despite an intense dislike of being in the spotlight.

“P-please go away,” she squeaked.

“I’m not gonna leave till you tell me what’s up,” said Rainbow Dash.

The only effect of her friend’s insistence was to cause Fluttershy to crawl into her shell once more and squeeze her teddy even tighter. Her sobbing increased to the point that it sounded like wailing.

“I c-can’t! It’s too silly!” whispered Fluttershy.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and opened her eyes to see Rainbow Dash sitting down on the bed smiling compassionately at her.

“Nothing is too silly. Just look at Pinkie Pie.” Rainbow Dash knew the joke was bad the moment it left her lips.
“It’s stupid . . .” Fluttership droned.

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong then I can’t help you. Just spill the beans.” She put her arm around her crying friend and calmly hugged her, feeling Fluttershy’s delicate body shaking like a leaf.

The demure girl wiped the tears from her cheeks and slowly gained the courage to look at her best friend. Rainbow was looking at her intently, expecting an answer.

“I . . . I want a baby.”

Dash blinked. “A baby?” she asked, leaning back.

“Yes.” Fluttershy smiled a little.

“You’re too young to have a baby, Fluttershy. Just enjoy life with some apple cider and get drunk for fun,” said Rainbow Dash.

“It’s been my little secret with Rarity,” continued Fluttershy, as though she hadn’t heard Dash. “I wanted a baby of own to look after. My obsession died down a little after I got a job, but then there was that time I had to look after Spike and the Cutie Mark Crusaders and the notion came back and stuck in my head like glue.” She ran her fingers through her hair absent-mindedly.

“I know you’re good with kids, but you’re only 22. You can’t just have a baby so young. You wouldn’t be able to party with others!” Rainbow patted Fluttershy on the back, hoping to calm her down a little.

“I don’t want to party,” said Fluttershy.

“If I were you, I’d wait until I was thirty to have a kid. I wouldn’t want an icky, gross little kid that cries all the time.” Rainbow looked at Fluttershy. “But that’s just me.”

“I think babies are very cute,” said Fluttershy as she blushed.

“Hey, I’m sure you’d be a great parent in a few years after tasting loads of cider and eating some of Pinkie’s cupcakes.
Apparently they’re to die for,” said Rainbow Dash as she licked her lips.

Fluttershy shook her head. “Oh, I’m just so stupid. I want a man to help me get pregnant so I can have my own child and can love them forever. But no man would ever want me!”

“Whoa, calm down!” Rainbow Dash held Fluttershy’s arms and repeatedly brushed her pink hair.

“I don’t even have the courage to babysit anymore because of my obsession with getting a baby. I always think that I might end up stealing one or trying to keep one,” sobbed Fluttershy.

“Hey, hey. Calm down, girl. I’m sure you’ll work something out. I mean . . .” Rainbow tried to think. “People always get what they want end the end if they want it hard enough. You’ll find a nice guy you can fall in love with. You should try Big Mac or something,” offered Rainbow.

“Oh . . . okay . . .” Fluttershy lowered her head and looked at her teddy bear.

Rainbow waited anxiously a few moments, then decided to change the subject. “How long have you been buying all of these baby toys and supplies?” She looked around the room to see a rather fitting crib on the other side of the room, with a changing table on the adjacent wall and packages of diapers, baby bottles, bits, rattles and other accessories littering the floor. “It looks like you’ve been doing it for years.”

“Since we left college. I kind of stopped when we met Twilight and her little brother Spike.”

Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow at her friend. “You can’t have gotten all this stuff in just five years. Who helped you?”

“Don’t tell on her, please,” started Fluttershy, but she noticed that Rainbow Dash was still looking at her. “Oh, um . . . Rarity. I told her my obsession and she helped me out by giving Sweetie Belle’s toys and old supplies to me.” She blushed a bit.
“She did, huh?” Rainbow Dash crossed her arms.

“Yes. She said that she would support me in my time of need.” Fluttershy wiped the last of the tears from her face.

“What are friends for?” huffed Rainbow Dash sarcastically, then took a deep breath. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll stay here with you until you’re in a better mood.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t ask you to do that. Didn’t you say you were training for the big run? It’s more important than me,” said Fluttershy, turning the offer around.

“I’ve got a couple of days until the big run. Don’t worry about it,” said Rainbow Dash with a smile.

“Are you sure?” Fluttershy looked at her with concern. “I don’t want you to stay with me if you don’t want to.”

“I’ll get some rest downstairs on the couch. We could turn on the TV and just laze around in the living room or something.” She stood up, walking past the wooden crib and leaned against the door frame. “I’m waiting!” Rainbow said playfully, tapping her foot.

“Sure,” said Fluttershy with a smile, the attitude of her friend reminding her of the cartoon she and Dash had watched only a few minutes ago.

Fluttershy made her way downstairs before Rainbow Dash, then looked around the living room and saw the giant package of diapers that she had dropped before she ran upstairs. She picked up the onesie, pacifier and the pack of diapers and put them on the couch. For a moment she thought about how another person now knew her secret desire for a child. Rainbow was a good friend, and she felt slightly ashamed that she had been afraid that Dash would let everyone know her secret.

But was this obsession for wanting and loving a baby of her own a good thing? She would have to build up just the right amount of confidence in order to find the perfect man and make love to him, hopefully getting pregnant, and then waiting nine months for the child to be born. But what if the child died as she was giving birth to it? Fluttershy didn’t want to have to be subjected to that sort of pain. She knew she would never be able to recover from such a devastating tragedy.

But what if she didn’t have to give birth to a baby?

That question had occurred to her once in a while. She had wondered if asking someone to be a baby for her to take care of could satisfy her obsession and help her get it out of her head. But she always decided in the end that that was a sick thing to ask another person to do that for her.

She sat down on the couch and closed her eyes, thinking of the possibilities that would allow her to get a baby without the pain and waiting, but even thinking about it made her feel selfish to the core.

She looked at the baby supplies that came from the box that Rainbow had opened. Suddenly a new thought occurred to her, something deep in her mind. Something no sane person would ever want to see.

She wanted Rainbow Dash.

Fluttershy opened her eyes to banish the mental image that she should never have thought, only to find a massive pair of purple eyes staring back at her.

“Boo!!”

“Yaaaaahhhhh!!” Fluttershy screamed, nearly leaping off the sofa and landing face first o the floor.
“Whoa! Calm down, Fluts. It’s just me,” giggled Rainbow Dash. She didn’t keep her mirth to herself, nearly doubling over with laughter.

Fluttershy moved her hands away from her heart, where they had involuntarily moved after her friend gave her a heart attack, and looked at Rainbow standing before her. Something was different, though. She was perfectly normal, the same blue tank top, the blue jeans. But over her jeans she had taped up a baby diaper.

She gasped at the sight. “Rainbow? What are you doing?!”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just messing around,” said Rainbow Dash amid a giggle fit.

“I mean why are you wearing that diaper?” demanded Fluttershy.

“Oh this? Nah, I’m just messin’ around.” Rainbow Dash looked down at the diaper, then grabbed the front end and ripped it off as if it were a piece of paper, the tapes making a loud noise and the crinkly diaper landing on the ground. She started giggling again.

“Sorry for scaring you, I just had to do it,” she said with a smile.

“It’s okay. You just gave me a little fright, that’s all,” said Fluttershy as she looked up at Rainbow Dash.

“That’s kind of what I was going for,” replied Rainbow, holding her hand out to Fluttershy.

“I’m sorry about the whole baby thing,” repeated Fluttershy.

“You don’t have to say you’re sorry. If you want a baby, it’s your choice. I don’t want a baby. I’ve already got Scootaloo,” groaned Dash.

“What’s wrong with Scootaloo?” asked Fluttershy.

“She’s always crying and moaning about me never taking her to a Wonderbolts concert. But she ain’t old enough for that,” she explained.

“Aren’t they coming out with a new album?”

“Yeah. It’s called Wisconsin Death trip of something.”

“I’d like to listen to it someday,” smiled Fluttershy.

Rainbow Dash looked at her, puzzled. “You said that you didn’t like the Wonderbolts, ever since they made that album with that Lou Reed dude.”

Fluttershy paused. She wanted to tell Rainbow Dash the truth, and she needed to quite stalling and just get it over with.
“Going back to the subject of the baby . . . that is, if you don’t mind . . . I mean, we can talk about the Wonderbolts again–”

“Fluttershy,” interrupted Dash, “just spit it out. Whatever it is, I’ll try and help you out with it.”

Fluttershy struggle to begin. “Well . . . um . . . remember back in college when you said you would do anything for me . . .”

Rainbow Dash paused for a second, wondering where she was going with this. “Go on.”

“I’d like you to help me get a baby.” Fluttershy held her hands together, hoping that this would work.

“Um, I don’t exactly have the equipment for that,” laughed Rainbow with a half smile, though the joke went over Fluttershy’s head.

“Look, I want you to help me with something, but I don’t know how to explain it.” Fluttershy lowered her head, feeling another onslaught of tears threatening to pour out of her eyes.

“Hey, I said I’d help you out with anything, didn’t I?” Rainbow Dash wrapped her arm around Fluttershy.

“Well . . . I . . . I want you to . . . “ Fluttershy began. “Oh it’s just too silly.”

“Fluttershy, just spit it out.”

“Well . . . I want you to be the baby . . .”