The Flutterheart Diaries

by lilinuyasha


XXXX: Another year, another pony

“Shh!” Fluttershy said, putting a hoof over her mouth. “She’ll hear us!” She quietly opened the door to Flutterwing’s room, the lights from the hall lighting up her face in an angelic sort of fashion. Trey and Anacrusis hung out in the hall, watching quietly.
“Flutterwing, honey?” she said, lightly prodding her with her hoof. “It’s time to wake up for school!” Flutterwing stirred awake, rambling about what had clearly been happening in her dream previous.
“But Mom, I have to save those colts from their inevitable demise! They’re being slowly and brutally tortured by the evil Banana Colt and I’m the only one with the power to marshmallow.” Fluttershy stared on in horror, wondering how Flutterwing could have had some outlandish, nightmarish dreams.
“Well, I’m sure you can rescue them later.” She said. “Come get some hay pancakes!” she said, backing out of the room.
“I will...just 5 more minutes...”
Fluttershy closed the door behind her, looking at Trey and Anacrusis. All three of them took refuge behind the couch, waiting patiently. After a short time, They heard the door to Flutterwing’s room creak open. She rubbed her eyes, calling out around the house.
“I don’t smell...wait a minute...it’s Saturday, there’s no school!” she said, somewhat annoyed.
“SURPRISE!” Yelled Trey, Fluttershy, Anacrusis, and Pinkie Pie.
“What?”
“Well, DUH!” began Pinkie. Fluttershy and Trey looked slightly confused, unsure of how or when she got in the house. “It’s your Birthday! And what sort of birthday would it be without a super-duper totally fantastic awesome birthday party filled with cake, cupcakes, hoofcakes, poundcakes, pumpkin cakes, but the foal the Cakes have, that would be wrong. I wonder if that’s ever happened? I wonder if Pound Cake has ever had that issue at all, either? I’ve certainly never had that requested when I was working. In fact, I think-”
“PINKIE!” shouted Anacrusis.
“Oh, right, silly me!” she said, pulling her party cannon out of nowhere. “LET’S PARTY!” She lit the fuse on the cannon, riding the back of it.
“Oh, the animals!” fluttershy whimpered, ducking and putting her hooves over her ears, shaking in fear of what was about to happen. A loud BANG resounded about the cottage, blowing all the windows open. Trey and Anacrusis stood frozen in their previous spots, manes blown back in a permanent fashion from the sheer force of the cannon. But, sure enough, the cottage was soon decorated with tons of pink streamers, cake, cupcakes, napkins, and an assorted ephemera of partying delights. Flutterwing screamed in delight, galloping over to the table. Trey prodded Fluttershy, who promptly opened an eye, seeing the fully decked-out cottage.
“She...got everything under the presents...” Trey said to himself, noticing that all the tablecloths had somehow been placed under the presents that were already on the table.
“I don’t even.” said Anacrusis. “My grammar is failing, I’m so astonished.”
“You guys should see the looks on your faces! You look so silly. In fact, here!” said Pinkie, whipping out a camera, taking a candid photo of Trey and Anacrusis in their slightly frightened states. She bounced towards the table happily as they both followed her movement with their eyes, still glued to the floor.
“I think we can move now.” said Anacrusis.
“I’m afraid to take that risk.” Trey retorted.
“Daddy, let’s open presents!” Flutterwing shouted from the kitchen. Trey and Anacrusis both managed to move their limbs, trotting into the room themselves, where Pinkie was already cutting slices of cake onto plates. With her tail.
“Alright, sweetheart!” said Fluttershy, pushing a box her way. “Open them up!”
“Yay!” shouted Flutterwing, tearing through the wrapping paper voraciously. She opened up the first box, pulling out a stuffed animal, another compliment to her collection. She beamed, hugging it tight, snuggling it for dear life. Fluttershy pushed another box over to her. Flutterwing continued snuggling the doll.
“Hey, you have other presents, too, you know.” said Trey, smiling a bit.
“Just a few more minutes.” said Flutterwing. Trey rolled his eyes as Fluttershy and Pinkie laughed.

***

“So...” Trey started, nudging Fluttershy. “You think they’re having fun?” he asked, motioning to Pinkie Pie, who was bouncing around with Flutterwing on her back, who has laughing loud and proud.
“Oh, I don’t know. She seems kind of bored.” she said, trying out sarcasm. Anacrusis sat in the kitchen, snarfing down the leftover cake, hoping to get away with eating more than he was normally allowed.
“She’s happy. That’s what matters, right?”
“Well, Pinkie Pie DOES live for making other ponies smile.”
“Of course I do!” said Pinkie, magically appearing between the two of them. “It’s just the bestest feeling EVER!” she finished, bouncing away again. Flutterwing hopped off her back, trotting over to Trey and Fluttershy. She gave them both a tight hug.
“Thank you, Mommy and Daddy! This is the best birthday ever!” she said, beaming at them.
“Well,” began Trey, “You’ve only had 7 of them. You’ve still got a lot more to go!”
“And they’re all going to be super duper awesomazing!” Pinkie shouted. “I’ll be there for ALL of them!”
“Really?” ask Flutterwing, her smile somehow getting wider. “That would be really nice!”
“Well...” started Fluttershy. “I suppose we can arrange that.”
“Yay!” Flutterwing and Pinkie shouted in unison.
“Hey, I’ve got a super idea!” said Pinkie.
“What’s that?” Said Flutterwing, staring up at her curiously.
“How about I shoot you out of my party cannon? You can parachute to the ground!”
“That doesn’t seem very safe...” said Fluttershy, eyes getting wide with fear.
“Oh, don’t be silly! I’ve done it LOADS of times!”
“But...”
“Pinkie...” started Anacrusis, “Not all of your fellow equines have the perplexing ability to utilize an exceptional range of physics-defying feats. Such aforementioned feats are the culmination of a natural ability not contained within the rest of the populace. Flutterwing’s poor, fragile body state cannot hope to surpass the force and velocity of which your party cannon exhausts. I recommend halting the line of inquiry and instead switching to your previous activity of happily bouncing about our living quarters. Flutterwing was in a state of ecstasy then, and would be more than happy to continue said activity.”
“They left after your first sentence, dude.” said Trey.
“Oh...well...shoot.”
Trey laughed, ruffling his son’s mane like he used to do. “So...wanna go watch?”
“Why not? Where’d Pinkie put her camera?”
“Her tail. Where else?”
“Her mane?”
“No, that’s where she keeps everything else.”
“Oh. Good point. Let’s go, I guess.”

***

9-27-14

Flutterwing’s over a month old now. So far, she’s just a happy, healthy foal. I can barely tell any signs of mental degradation. Flutterheart seems to have reached an emotionally stable state, nursing the child without any thoughts that the baby could be mentally retarded. She’s treating her just like she did Anacrusis. Honestly, I believe that Flutterwing is going to be ok. I don’t seen any reason for her not to be. Anacrusis, in the meantime, is doing his duties as a big brother by standing beside her crib, making sure nopony comes to hurt her. Even the animals. I think it’s adorable, but Flutterheart says that the animals get irritated with it. Oh well. All i really want is for my darling filly to have a happy, healthy life. Hopefully I can do a good job with her. She’s the last piece of the puzzle as far as my perfect life is concerned. I have the beautiful wife, I have the wonderful son...all that was missing was our wonderful daughter. I don’t need to worry about a dog named spot. Flutterheart has all the animals we could ever want. Life is good right now. let’s hope it stays that way.

Hoping it stays that way,

Trey