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// "Quiet, and Adorable" 
// Story: The Mane 6 Finally Find Their Stallions 
// by RainbowBlitzkrieg 
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	After everypony had dispersed from Sugar Cube Corner, Fluttershy and Butterscotch slowly made their way to their cottage. All the while, staying at each other’s sides, but keeping from conversation, for fear that one would utter something offensive to the other. Butterscotch, though, made the first move, looking over at Fluttershy, and softly uttering, “Hello...w-we didn’t properly introduce each other back there.” Butterscotch was right, though they had exchanged a few words back in Sugar Cube Corner, they never really were able to exchange names.
Fluttershy saw his attempt to break the ice, and looked back, offering a timid smile, “W-Well, the name’s Fluttershy.” Her voice was so quiet, that if Butterscotch hadn’t been accustomed to his own shy voice, he wouldn’t have heard it.
Butterscotch then quickly mustered up his courage and grinned sheepishly, “Well, the name’s Butterscotch. P-Pleasure to meet you.” Though it was an awkward conversation at first, the sentences started to flow in succession between them, and soon enough they each knew a little bit more about the other.

A trot or two later, the two timid Pegasi had made it to their cottage; feeling more comfortable around Fluttershy, Butterscotch took it upon himself to open the front door for her. Fluttershy, being the extremely shy mare she was, flushed predominantly as she walked passed Butterscotch, uttering a soft, “Thank you,” as she walked in. Butterscotch, in return, forced his reddening cheeks into a small smile as he walked in behind her, closing the door.
“Would you like some tea?” Fluttershy asked, in her normally, quiet, voice.
“Sure, thank you,” Butterscotch answered in his soft tone. Fluttershy quickly zoomed into the kitchen to prepare the tea, being in a rush so as to not keep the “cute” colt waiting. She kept thinking to herself how to not screw anything up. She knew Butterscotch to be cute and his manner made her heart skip a beat; however, she didn’t want to say anything yet, so she kept on making the tea as her cheeks got rosier.
In the meantime, Butterscotch carefully scrutinized the living room, noticing everything was almost the same as his cottage (except for the pictures, of course), including the sleeping bunny on the couch. “Angel?” he called, as he approached the white fluff ball. Angel twitched one ear, then the other, and stirred from his nap, sitting up and scratching his ears. He looked at Butterscotch, tilting his head in confusion; suddenly, Angel jumped in fright as Fluttershy entered the room again. Butterscotch’s wings, in fright themselves, sent him into the ceiling and he dropped back down with a “THUD.”
Fluttershy ran over to help, “Are you okay?” she asked, traumatized, as she sat down and rested Butterscotch’s head in her lap.
Butterscotch came to his senses, dazed, and he asked, “What happened? Angel?” Butterscotch had meant to call the bunny, to see if he was okay; however, Fluttershy must have thought he was talking to her, for her cheeks turned a bright red, and her wing fluffed out. Butterscotch realized the contextual error, but he rolled with it. “Thank you, Angel,” he said to her as he got up, helping her to her hooves next. Fluttershy just flushed harder as he took her hoof; she felt an attraction to this colt, but she didn’t understand her feelings quite well; she just knew she liked him. Same went for Butterscotch, for as he took her hoof, his cheeks started to turn a bit red.
“Uhm…..” Fluttershy struggled for words, but couldn’t bring any to her lips. She quickly pulled her hoof away, gently, and set it on the ground. She soon started to fill with some feeling she couldn’t explain and was overjoyed with herself, affecting a smile from her.
Butterscotch leaned in a little, “Y-you okay?” He offered a quick smile as Fluttershy looked up from the floor. Guess Butterscotch was a little to close to her for when she look up, their noses touched; both Butterscotch and Fluttershy almost melted out of anxiety, but they just held each others’ gaze.
Fluttershy soon realized she was smiling, “Uh…..you still want t-that tea?”
Butterscotch knew this was his chance to show this mare what he’d been feeling ever since they met. He rubbed his nose against hers, affectionately, “Y-yeah, that’d be good.”
Fluttershy started to blush, darkly, but she just replied with rubbing his nose simultaneously.
Angel, not knowing how to respond, just walked between them perusing every detail of each of the two ponies. He gently nudged Fluttershy’s foreleg with his elbow, seeing that the starring was going nowhere.
Fluttershy quickly broke off the gaze and gestured for Butterscotch to follow her to the kitchen, with a playful whip of her tail in his face, as she walked past him.
Butterscotch just blushed, and then followed her into the kitchen.

It was high noon as they sat with one another and sipped on their tea, which was accompanied by a crazy story of adventure, from Butterscotch. The pot of tea had lasted quite a while, they thought. Fluttershy was now thinking to herself, “Wow, he’s quiet and adorable. I-I really need to get him to stay.” Her train of thought was broken by a sharp knock at the door.
Butterscotch got up from his seat, “P-please, don’t move a hoof; I got it.” He quickly trotted to the door and opened it, slowly.
“Hiay!” Derpy greeted.
“Uhm….Dopey?” Butterscotch opened the door wide now, considering that he noticed the resemblance that this mare posed to his mail-carrier, back home.
“I got some muffins for you, Fluttershy.”--then a pause as she searched Butterscotch’s face--“Wait, your not Fluttershy.”
From the kitchen, Fluttershy let out a squeak, “Let her in...I-I mean, please.”
Butterscotch moved aside, bowing to Derpy, “Hello, t-the name’s Butterscotch,” his voice trailed to a whisper. Derpy walked in, nodding to him, and walked into the kitchen.
“I got your muffins, Fluttershy,” Derpy exclaimed as she approached the table. She moved aside their tea pot, so to put down the tray that she acquired from her saddle bags, but it was oddly heavy. “You guys let this get cold, it’s better hot.” She set the tray down and turned to exit and found Butterscotch still at the door.
“Thank you, Derpy,” Butterscotch whispered, as he opened the door for her, with a bow.
“Uhm...thanks,” she blushes a tad, “and your welcome.” She walked out into the sun and then shot off for Rainbow Dash’s castle.
Butterscotch, then, gently closed the door and headed back to the kitchen table to join Fluttershy.
“That was sweet of you,” her cheeks became rosy, once more, at the slip of the word “sweet.” Butterscotch knew, now after their long talk, that the cute mare sitting next to him had some feelings for him and he himself had some feelings for her.
“Really? I was only being nice.” He smiled at Fluttershy, causing her to drop her eyes to the table and fidget with her teacup.
“W-well, you’re v-very n-nice,” her cheeks became rosy once more at the realization of her mistake. “Geez, Fluttershy, what are you doing? You know you like him, so ask him to stay the night,” she argued with herself within her sub-consciousness.
All the while, Butterscotch noticed her physical murmurs and caught bits and pieces of the internal argument. After realizing what she was proposing to herself, he gently covered her hoof with his. Fluttershy just stopped her thoughts completely, turning to stone in utter embarrassment. She looked down at his hoof, on hers, and almost fainted; however, she found a reservation of strength that allowed her to hold Butterscotch’s glance.
“You were going to a-ask me something?” he said with a small grin.
“Well, I-I really like you-” she stopped herself from stopping there, “-’re company and I was w-wondering if you wanted to s-stay the n-night?”
Butterscotch blushed harder then he ever had, at that moment, swelling with rejoice and a burning desire to blurt out his answer. However, he played it cool and he collectively responded, “Sure, it b-beats staying with any other mare.” He nailed it! The one, loving comment he’d said to that mare all day and he said it at the most perfect time.
Fluttershy thought the same thing, not only did she jump out her seat, wings and legs outstretched, but also exclaiming, “Yay!”
Butterscotch’s reaction to hers was a chuckle, plus a pair of rosy cheeks and a kiss on her lips when she landed in his lap.
They chuckled, laughed, and embraced one another throughout the rest of the daylight hours as they cleaned, cooked, and did chores together. However, they spent most of the latter half of the daylight sitting in the meadow, Fluttershy resting against Butterscotch as he draped his wing over her; a quiet sigh of relief from both of them.