//------------------------------// // Chapter 8 // Story: FlutterPie's Beginnings // by Mocha Star //------------------------------// Pinkie stood and took the couple steps to Fluttershy and sat behind her pressing her body to Fluttershy’s and wrapping her forelegs around Fluttershy and she pulled her into a tight hug from behind and rested her chin on Fluttershy’s shoulder. The scent of an entire bakery of sweet goods wafted from Pinkie to fill Fluttershy’s sense of smell. Fluttershy felt her body slacken slightly as she gave into the embrace and her body warmed from the feeling of being held by another pony. She reached and placed a hoof on Pinkie’s that was wrapped around her chest and sighed with relief as the stress of her critters left her. Pinkie released her embrace and grabbed Fluttershy by the shoulders throwing her to the ground heavily and holding her down. “Ow, Pinkie that hurt. What’re you doing? Ow, Pinkie?” Pinkie, sitting on Fluttershy’s croup and was pressing between her wings going up and down. “Massaging you silly, just relax.” “I don’t want a massage Pinkie, I don’t like this,” she said as her voice softened and she relaxed, “maybe it’s not that bad,” she sighed as a slight moan left her as she let her body relax and her wings unfold. “Got ‘em!” Pinkie shouted reaching and grabbing her right wing at the middle before they could close again. “Pinkie?! Let my wing go,” Fluttershy said sternly trying to close it as she tensed again and tried to get up. “Relax, this’ part of your relaxation and relief treatment. You might be not loved by those animals but I really like you and you need this.” Fluttershy relaxed her body again when Pinkie finished speaking. She’s right, what do I have to lose by letting her give me a massage to make me feel better? “Okay Pinkie, you can, oh my! What’re you doing?” she gasped falling flat to the ground smiling slightly. The sound of a soft kiss reached her ears as her wing registered the feeling of a light tug on a random feather. “Preening you, I heard it’s really relaxing for pegasi and you need it.” “B-but,” she replied as Pinkie grabbed a feather in her teeth and tugged it lightly, pulling it straight into line with it’s neighbor, “no ponies ever given me a preening since I was a foal.” With a soft kiss on the arm of her wing Pinkie began the next out of place feather. “Then I have a lot to learn too,” she whispered as she looked at her work so far and moved to the next feather that was out of place. With a light tug the feather popped out and she spat it to the ground. “Uck, I heard they came out but didn’t know they tasted yucky.” “They,” Fluttershy said uncertain how to answer, “they do? I never noticed, I’m sorry Pinkie.” “Don’t you go getting all mopey. It happens and I didn’t complain,” she sternly opposed to Fluttershy’s sorrowful reply. Returning to a laying position on Fluttershy, she she resumed and quickly finished the right wing before admiring her work and taking the wing, extending it to full length while climbing off her then standing perpendicular to Fluttershy. Beginning to softly kiss from the tip to her wing she went the entire length ending at her back.. Chills were visible going down her spine as Pinkie reached the base and kissed with a slight swirl of her tongue. A giggle panted from Fluttershy as Pinkie started at the base of her next wing. Extending her wing herself she kept it straight as Pinkie kissed the length of it and began tugging lightly at feathers bringing them into line and spitting out a few secondaries that came loose. Finishing she sat and looked at the wings stiff and straight to her sides like she was gliding on the ground. Looking at Fluttershy’s face she noticed the shy mare’s hoof clenching her teeth with her eyes shut and a strong pink shade to her cheeks. Her breath was more of a restrained pant as she shuddered slightly. “‘Shy, I think I’m done, wanna check?” Fluttershy’s wings fell limp to the ground as she placed both hooves to the ground and began to force herself up. Her wings slowly lifted from the ground and folded to her body before she stopped and held them out looking at them as she regained her senses and composure. “You did really good Pinkie. Almost perfect in fact.” “Almost?! But I read a book on birds preening, and you got a wingboner,” she replied pouting. “Pinkie,” Fluttershy said after a short gasp, “pegasi are different than birds,” she stated matter of factly as her wings returned to her bodies sides tightly, "and I don't get, those things." She turned to face Pinkie who was smiling again. “I brought you a present. Want it now or later?” “Thank you Pinkie, but I don’t need anything right now. I’m getting hungry so I should head back home, would you like to come with me?” Pinkie reached into her mane and removed the box handing it to Fluttershy. “You’re gonna want this, then.” Fluttershy took the box from Pinkie and looked at it. “I thought it would help and I made it special for you. I even got a little audience to watch while I made it so you know it’s gonna be good. It’s also a lot smaller than I made it seem but that’s kinda what I do.” “An audience to watch you make this? What is it?” She asked opening the box cautiously by lifting the top. “Oh my, it’s so pretty.” “I knew you’d love it! Like how I, nevermind.” Fluttershy smiled and looked at the detail on the cake as Pinkie offered a fork to her. “Pinkie, where’d you get that from?” “From the sink of course,” she said smiling wider. With a glance to Pinkie’s mane Fluttershy took the fork and placed it to the cake taking a bite to her mouth. With a pleasurable moan she chewed quickly and swallowed the bite. “This’ delicious Pinkie Pie. Would you like some?” “I thought you’d never ask,” she said holding a fork of her own. “Pinkie, your hooves were empty a second ago, how? Nevermind, here you go.” Sharing the cake bite for bite they finished and Pinkie made sure Fluttershy had the last bites as they laid on the ground and looked at each other. Pinkies blue eyes seemed to sparkle more than usual in the sunlight that shone its rays through the trees. A life and energy that radiated from her instilled a sense of belonging in Fluttershy she wasn’t used to as she scooted closer until their forelegs crossed. She laid her head down on their forelegs and hummed. “I feel so happy right now, Pinkie.” “I’m glad. It’s my special talent after all and even if it wasn’t I think I’d do anything to make you happy.” Fluttershy felt a smile on her muzzle that got larger with every second until it almost hurt herto cheeks. Then something happened she’d never forget. Pinkie raised her hoof under Fluttershy’s head to her eye level and just peered with wonder into Fluttershy’s aqua eyes. “‘Shy, I could go swimming in your eyes they’re so deep and pretty.” Fluttershy, without a second thought, leaded forward and let her lips connect with Pinkie’s for a brief second before she pulled back and curled up on the ground in a move so fast it impressed Pinkie. “I’m so sorry Pinkie, I didn’t mean to kiss you. I don’t know what came over me.” Pinkie began to laugh jovially and hopped to her feet and bounced around the clearing giggling until she was stopped by Fluttershy who was watching with more confusion than embarrassment. “That was so much fun and you taste like vanilla and cake! Did you know turquoise is one of my favorite colors and your eyes are that color? Most ponies think my favorite colors would be yellow or red or green or blue, well turquoise is kinda blue but you know what else is kinda blue is aqua which means water in another language but I think it’s pronounced ‘ah-gua’ but I don’t see how the letters are so similarthe same but sound different and speaking of different you’re a pegasus and you aren’t like a bird but you are and I’m an earth pony but I’m not like the earth at all. Can you imagine me made of dirt or plants?” When Pinkie stopped to take in a breath Fluttershy took the opportunity. “Pinkie, please stop.” “But, I was just talking.” “Yes, but how do you do that?” “Do what?” she asked laying on her belly again near Fluttershy’s front and placing her forelegs between Fluttershy’s again. Fluttershy was slightly taken by surprise at Pinkies calm return to relative normalcy. “Talk so much in one breath,” she said softly. “Fluttershy, that’s a secret. I can’t just tell you a secret with them reading,” she whispered with a flick of her mane, “without one in return.” “Them? Who’s reading and what…” Fluttershy shook her head quickly and dismissed the statement as another Pinkie randomness. “Fine, I’ll tell you one if you tell me how you do that.” “Pinkie promise?” “Yes, I do Pinkie and I won’t tell another soul ever,” she said beginning to make the motions before Pinkie reached up and stopped Fluttershy’s hoof before she finished crossing her heart. “I trust you ‘Shy.” I expect you to do the same, just cuz I can’t see you doesn’t mean I don’t know you there and as a reader I expect a Pinkie Promise that you won’t tell! Well? I’m waiting. … I hope you did it and meant it! “Pinkie, why’re you glaring at the trees? Do you see something? Is it dangerous?” “Oh, it’s nothing Fluttershy. Just making sure of something. Okay, I can talk like that because of circular breathing. It’s really easy once you practice it and singers do it all the time. What you do is you make a loud word and as you’re starting the next word you breath in a little. It only lasts so long that’s why I have to gasp but now you, and they,” she whispered, “know! Your turn.” “Well, I-I don’t like to say this out loud, especially where they can hear but sometimes… often times I have to end my animals’ misery or pain.” “That doesn’t sound so bad silly. Like with candy or medicine in candy?” “No ,Pinkie, I have to kill them.” Pinkie stared at Fluttershy for a few seconds before exhaling the breath she had held. Fluttershy waited for the usual reaction of shock, concern, and fear. “I once killed a pony,” Pinkie replied at the end of her exhale in a whisper as her expression fell to one of deep sadness and remorse. Her eyes lost their shine and her hair lost some of its bounce without going flat. “Pinkie, really? Was it on purpose?” she asked with slight concern. “N-no,” Pinkie said softly as the memory unburied itself and random flashes went through her mind. “It was at a party for a pony in Eaten Springs, in the north east. Small town and really sweet ponies that lived simpler happier lives than we do here. It was a few years ago when I was trying to be a travelling party pony just after I moved here to Ponyville. “It was the usual kind of party; balloons, streamers, confetti, cake supplied by the Cakes. Same stuff as always, only this time I wanted to try something new,” she said wincing at the memory as her hair fell flat to her head and the ground beneath her tail. “Everything was going like usual, the stallion was having fun and the party was in full swing,” she said as a tear dripped onto Fluttershy’s foreleg, “and I sprung my surprise. I-I was so stupid back then and selfish and I thought only about what I thought was gonna be funny. “It was a colder place so they didn’t have too many insects and I thought it’d be funny for them to see bees.” “Oh my, what happened?” Fluttershy asked speaking softly as she raised a hoof to Pinkie’s face. Pinkie tilted her head and rested it slightly in the palm of her hoof as she continued. “It was supposed to be a few bees to make them scared and run around but when I opened the box it turned out to be full. Hundreds poured out and started havok ruining the party and stinging the dozen ponies there. The birthday pony was allergic and nopony knew it and the unicorns were all scared away or too distracted to help. “I-I picked him up and did my moving trick and we were blocks away before we knew it but it was too late. He,” she stopped and choked as a hiccup escaped her followed by heavy sobs, “he died in my forelegs. I looked into his puffy face and saw how scared he was and how much he was hurting and,” she paused her story to sob as the memory of watching the life leave a pony flooded her mind. “And he cried. As I watched his eyes close he cried because of what I did. I didn’t even know his name until the next day when the funeral was held. Robins Will. I’ll never forget that name and that I’m the reason it’ll… It’ll,” she stopped again as the tears began pouring from her eyes, down her cheeks and wettening the ground. Letting her head fall she laid on her forelegs as Fluttershy moved hers and gently began rubbing Pinkie’s mane from the top of her head to as far down her neck as she could reach with her right hoof while her left cradled Pinkies trembling head. Several minutes passed before Pinkie calmed down enough to lift her own head and look at Fluttershy who had the softest expression of understanding. “I understand what that feels like Pinkie. Maybe not as deeply as you do but when I have to end a critters’ livfes it always hurts. I spoke to a friend once while on a trip and he said that we’re not carnivores and for us to take a life is against our nature but sometimes it has to happen for us to know and respect our place in the food chain or as helpers in the world.” “That’s a really smart stallion.” “He’s a colt. Really smart and trying to find his place and cutie mark.” “Wow,” Pinkie said looking to the trees above her and imagining a colt like Snips giving prophetic advice and smiled wearily. “You’re the first I’ve told that to since it happened. That’s why how I found that cliff where you found me this morning.” “Can you tell me about him? Robins Will?” “Well,” she said wiping her cheeks with her postern and looking to the stream, “Pegasus. Brown. Grey eyes. Blue mane. That’s about it.” Fluttershy gasped as she remembered the pony that she had seen twice that morning already. She shook her head dismissing it. “Well, you’re a better mare for knowing all that. Now you know to not use bees in ponies parties right?” “Oh, Fluttershy! That’s why I know everypony. I swore I’d never make that mistake again, now I know everypony, their birthdays, every major holiday they like, favorite foods, allergies, blood types, everything!” she excitedly exclaimed. “So, even me?” “Yuppers! Especially my bestest best friends.” “Well, that’s a great thing to hear Pinkie. You turned what happened into what made you the famous mare you are now. One of the best party ponies in Equestria.” “And you’re the kindest pony in Equestria. Kinda weird how we’re so different but are kinda alike too. Fluttershy?” “Yes, Pinkie?” “Thanks for listening. I feel so much better now, but I’m thirsty,” she got up and took a couple of paces to the stream and quenched her thirst before turning back to Fluttershy and laying next to her, their sides firmly pressed against each other as they laid in silence with only the distant sound of nature and the stream lapping. Crossing their forelegs again and Pinkie laid her head down followed by Fluttershy who laid her head across Pinkie’s neck and flattened mane as they enjoyed each others company, slowly drifting off to sleep content with what had just transpired.