Lost Memories

by pyro925

A Strange Start

I look around. There is a large expanse of nothing. I realize something; it scares me more than anything has before.

And then I try to remember what it scares me more than, I can’t.

I start running, I start running fast. I don’t stop running until it has seemed to have been hours. But even though it seems to have been a very long time I keep passing blank white space. It just keeps coming.

Suddenly there is a loud crash, I sit up, look around, and then recognizing where I am I lay back down.

I’m at home. I realize three things very quickly. One, it’s not just raining outside, it’s storming.

Two, it’s on schedule.

Three the crash sound that woke me up wasn’t my super well-timed thunder and lightning.

I swing my legs out of my bed and touch the tips of my toes to the floor, testing how cold it is. I regret the decision and decide to lie under my covers and see if the noise goes away. It doesn’t.

I hear two crashes in quick succession.

I quietly convince myself of what I’m going to do while cowering under my covers.

I jump out of my bed, run down my stairs, and open my door, feeling the backdraft finally catch up to me.

The combination of the cold wind from outside and the backdraft cause me to shiver violently and hope that whatever I see outside my door will be worth it.

It is.

Lying in a puddle of water, soaking wet, and naked, is Fluttershy.

Surprised to see her I gasp and jump backwards.

Immediately I propel myself forward with my wings and pick her up. Water spills down off of her back, down mine and onto the floor.

Carefully avoiding it, I carry her down the hall, up the stairs (muttering all the way), and drop her into my bed, disregarding my bedding that I will undoubtedly have to dry in the sun tomorrow.

Ignoring the inconvenience, I go back downstairs and put a pan filled with day old soup onto the stove.

Hoping that it will not boil over, I walk upstairs quietly and look in on Fluttershy.

She seems to be ‘physically sound’ as Twilight would say, so I walk over and gently take her wet blanket and quickly and quietly replace it. She sleeps through the entire process and doesn’t stir as I leave the room and head back downstairs to check on the soup.

I get downstairs just in time to see the soup boil over and onto the stove top.

Hurrying to clean up the mess I try to save as much of the soup as possible.

I pour what is left in the pan into a bowl and even sneak a taste (I’m pretty sure Fluttershy won’t mind).

I walk, slowly, out of the kitchen, leaving the burned pot for another time. I continue slowly walking up the stairs and down my hallway, carefully avoiding all the clutter that blocks me and my room.

Having finally reached my destination, I look in. Seeing Fluttershy is still asleep I quietly walk in and drop the soup on the bedside table, carefully the love novel that I’ve been reading under my bed (if Twilight ever found out, I’d never hear the end of it) making space enough for the soup’s bowl.

Walking quickly downstairs, without my liquid burden, I go to the living room and grab a pillow and blanket from my closet.

I put the pillow on the old worn down couch and lie my head down on it, carefully tucking in my wings and pulling the blanket above my chest and nuzzle down farther into the pillow; briefly remembering that the reason that my couch is so beat up is because I do this too often.

I wake up to the feeling of something warm push against my back and legs.

Ignoring the feeling, guessing that it is some kind of a dreamy feeling, I continue closing my eyes and trying desperately to get back to my dream (something about Pinkie throwing a party).

The feeling persists, waking me farther and frying my theory that it's a dream, and forcing me to open my eyes all the way.

The decision has immediate repercussions as the light from outside streams in to them.

I groan in groggy pain and close my eyes again and roll over.

I feel some instant resistance and then remember what I opened my eyes for in the first place. I reopen them, only to be greeted by Fluttershy’s face lying on my chest.

I stifle a gasp as I notice that her eyes are still not open, and look around desperately, trying to find a way to escape my predicament.

The only thing that this look around grants me is knowledge that Fluttershy is still naked.

That realization makes me brush in an embarrassing shade of red and close my eyes once again.

Quickly opening them I reaffirm my fear that she is naked and close them again, feeling another surge of warmth on my face.

With my eyes still closed I reach out and lightly tap her on her face; there is no reaction.

I reach out and repeat the process. This time I hear a slight groan and movement.

I reach again and tap her. This time she actually says something. It sounds like something along the lines of ‘No, I don’t want to eat the pie’ but I can’t really make it out clearly.

I poke her on what I decide will be my final attempt to wake Fluttershy up. This time I get a full response.

She rockets up as if there was a fire under her shouting, “I’m awake! Where am I? Who am I? What happened to my clothes? Why am I laying on your couch? What happened?”

Shaking my head a few times trying to make sense of what she just said, all I can get out is a confused, ‘Huh?’

She then stops talking, starts taking very quick deep breaths, sits up, and starts staring at me.

Looking back up at her I ask simply, “What were you doing on my doorstep and why did you fly here in 40 degree weather?”

She looks back down at me and starts speaking at a normal pace.

“I can’t remember.”

I stare at her with a look of pure shock on my face. It’s actually kind of funny, what shocks me about her statement isn’t what she just said, no, it’s how she said it. She says those simple words in a completely normal tone without stuttering or stopping.

I decide to ask another more dangerous question, “What is your name?”

“I don’t remember.” She says it as if it was nothing.

“Where are you from?”

“A tree in the forest, not far from that little town.”

“No no no, where were you born?”

“I don’t remember.” She starts to sound like she’s going to cry.

“Well what’s important is that you’re here now. I’ll see what ou- I mean my friends can do about your memory loss.”

“Really?” She asks now without the sad tone. I take notice that she still doesn’t have her usual stutter.

“Yes,” I answer casually, “And you can stay here until it happens.”

She looks down at me with a large smile on her face and hugs me, squeezing most of the air out of my lungs.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank-” She stutters, starting to cry.

“You alright?” I ask, trying to avoid glancing at her nude body.

“Yes, it’s just that you seem like such a good person and I can’t remember you and I can’t remember what I was like before and who my friends were.”

“Well… you were loved throughout the area and had many friends.”

“Really?” She asks, seeming to stop the approaching rainfall of tears.

“Yes, you were one of the most trusted and caring ponies in all of Equestria.” This seems to calm her down some.

Before she can ask anything else I roll over and sit up, carefully making sure not to tip Fluttershy off the couch.

“I’m not sure you noticed, but you’re kind of naked. Now I know you have a lot of questions but that doesn’t mean you should get a cold asking them. Now assuming that you did not bring any clothes over, I’ll lend you some of mine.” I say, trying my very hardest not to blush at what I’m saying or look at Fluttershy’s naked breasts.

“Oh thank yo-” She starts, stopping for a moment “Not to be a bother, but what is your name? Actually, what is my name?”

I look back at her in utter disbelief.

“Well, uh, my name’s Rainbow Dash. Your name is Fluttershy. As I said before, you’re loved throughout Equestria.” I pause taking a deep breath and exhaling, trying to get the Twilight out of my voice, “You’re also one of the bearers of an Element of Harmony. Kindness, to be exact. Which super cool and a honor and a privilege and stuff. In fact, I'm a bearer to!” This time I pause to help her up and get her moving towards my room and clothing, “After we get you into some clothes, I’ll take you to Twilight; she’ll be able to shed some light on your problem.” I continue, dragging Fluttershy up the stairs.

“Who’s Twilight?” She asks, a confused look coming onto her face as we approach the door.

“Oh yeah, right, you won’t remember her, but she’s another of you friends.”

“Oh, well that’s good.” She mutters, reverting to her original tone for a moment.

Finally inside my room, she starts trying on my clothes. She goes through most of my closet before she finds something that not only fits, but looks good too. It reminds me of a punk outfit that I saw a while ago at Rarity’s shop.

After the clothing adventure I take Fluttershy downstairs and into the kitchen. I grab many ingredients off of my kitchen’s shelves and out of the refrigerator along with a medium sized bowl made of metal.

Fluttershy seems to notice that my hands are full and takes the bowl from me, briefly giggling at her own inverted reflection.

Setting everything down, I start stirring most of the ingredients into the bowl.

After a couple of minutes furiously stirring as fast as I can, the mix seems done. As I have done time and time again, I pour the mix into a waffle iron that I had Fluttershy plug in while I was stirring.

I sit Fluttershy down in front of the waffle iron and tell her, “Don’t touch it, but you can to take the waffles out when they look done,” I pause, holding one of my fingers up signaling that the question she was about to ask will be answered, “they look like a light brown when they’re done.” She nods in understanding and swivels on the chair she’s sitting on, looking very hard at the waffle iron.

Laughing quietly, I take off down the hall, heading towards a slightly whiter door than all the others.

I open it and make my way to the shower while shedding layers of clothing.

Reaching the shower fully naked I turn on the water and step into the water and let out a small ‘Eep!’ as the water slowly warms against my skin.

I squeeze a small amount of soap into the palm of my hand and quickly apply it to my legs and arms.

Next I put a bit of shampoo in my hands, rubbing them together to get it sudsy. I apply it to my hair, very carefully going through each strand of hair, making sure to get every one of them clean.

Suddenly I start to smell something else over the soap and shampoo; it smells like smoke!

I hurriedly turn of the water and run into the kitchen, not bothering to grab my towel or any clothes. I figure years of embarrassment will be less of a sacrifice than whatever I’m about to go into.

I finally reach the kitchen after running for what seems like forever.

Looking in and screeching to a halt, I see what happened.

Standing over a burning waffle with her back turned towards me, is Twilight.

Flustered by this sight I close my eyes and shake my head a few times.

Re-opening my eyes, the image of Twilight is replaced with Fluttershy standing in a similar stance. The main difference, however, is that she is shaking slightly.

Taking a step closer I start to think that she is crying.

But she’s not crying, she’s laughing.

Stopping dead in my tracks, I shiver uncontrollably, suddenly aware of my nakedness. This suddenness makes me realize how defenseless and weak I feel in this moment.

Ever so slowly, I turn around, planning to make a beeline for the hall, and onwards to my room or even out the door.

A sudden noise causes me to stop dead.

“Going somewhere?” She asks in a sinister tone, causing me to continue to shivering.

Her voice is accompanied by the sound of water from my sink hitting the waffle iron and a drawer being opened.

“You shouldn’t. I get angry when those I love run away from me.” She says, this time punctuation her last sentence with the sound of the drawer slamming.

She turns around very, very slowly, hiding whatever she just removed from my drawer behind her back.

“Don’t worry though, I can’t remember who I love anymore. I may not get mad if you start running. Though currently you are probably the only person I love, and I would regret doing anything to you, as you have been very nice to me. I guess my last sentence was kind of a lie. Sorry.” She says, finally fully facing me.

I look at her eyes; her pupils and irises are small. She has this scary maniacal smile on her lips stretching from ear to ear.

I swallow my fears, looking her dead in the eye.

I see a great amount of nothingness replacing the usual near-visual aura of love and compassion.

I take a step back, gasping for breath.

Faster than I would have thought possible, Fluttershy unfurls her wings and launches herself at me, pulling her hand out from behind her back, revealing the sharp pointy object she pulled from my drawer moments ago.

Taking another step back I fall over on my rump just as Fluttershy makes contact and takes me the rest of the way to the ground.
She lands on my sitting up, her wings still unfurled, making her look like an angel. The hand with the knife comes around to my neck, pressing the cool sharp object to my throat and dispelling the thought that she looks like an angel. “I told you not to run away from me!” She screams pushing the knife closer on my neck, “I told you and you still ran away!” She continues, becoming louder, “I don’t like it when people run away from me.” She says, her voice suddenly becoming softer. “I don’t know what I’d do without you Rainbow…” She trails off, pausing, “I don’t want to be alone again ever.” She picks up. “I hated that blank white place I was in before I woke up.” She utters, reminding me of my own dream last night. “I don’t want to be alone again, not there, not anywhere” She says, her voice suddenly becomes very quiet as she bursts into silent tears. “I don’t want to be alone.” She says again, pulling the knife off of my neck and pulling it close to her chest with her hands, becoming very quiet.

Her wings still unfolded, she looks like an angel once again.

“You don’t have to be.” I break the silence after what feels like an eternity, “I promise.” She looks at me, her eyes still streaming tears. Her tears land softly on my chest, reminding once again that I’m naked.

She stares at me for a few seconds and I hold her gaze, placing a small understanding smile on my lips.

She reaches down, dropping the knife with a small clatter, and pins my hands down with hers.

She continues her downward descent and leans fully over, placing her lips on my, kissing me.

She lifts one of her hands and places it on my breast, causing me to blush profusely.

I wrap the arm that she has freed around her back, carefully avoiding her wings, and pull her closer. Continuing to kiss her, I sit the rest of the way up and her hand moves off my breast and around to the back of my head, and forward, just up to the back of my ear.

I take a deep breath through my nose and smell her hair. It smells like sweet dead flowers and hot dry sand, a strange alternative to her usual damp forest smell. I dismiss it as my shampoo mixing with her hair’s scent.

I smell something else, but this isn't in her hair.

I abruptly end our kissing session, knock her off of me as I stand up and run to the still plugged in and now flaming waffle iron. I grab the pan she had already filled with water on accident, and dump it on the waffle iron, unplugging it as I go.

I breath a sigh of relief as I turn around.

It’s not until I’m fully turned around that I realize that Fluttershy is crying and has picked up the knife again. She’s holding it on her chest and muttering something under her breath. I take a step close. I hear what she’s saying.

“You promised. You promised. You promised. You promised. You promised…” She trails off realizing that I’m looking at her, “YOU PROMISED!!!” She shouts, tears streaming down her face. I sigh and walk over to her, wondering how I got myself into this.

Reaching her (she’s still muttering) I place one hand behind her head and tilt her head upwards. I lean in and kiss her, abruptly stopping the stream of words that was still streaming out of her mouth.

She looks furiously at me for a second but closes her eyes and drops the knife back onto the floor.

I brake away from her and try to regain my breath.

I lean back down, this time going for her ear, and whisper, “Not here.” Into it.

She looks back up at me, her gaze meeting mine and nods briefly before standing up, and kissing me, as I guide her to the doorway to my hall.

I continue guiding her down the hall and only stop when I feel the center of my back touch the door of my room.
Fumbling around for a second I finally find the handle and twist it, trying to open the door to my room without much success.
Breaking away from Fluttershy’s kiss, I turn my head to get a bearing on where the handle is. Fluttershy moves away from my face as I’m doing this and continues kissing me on the neck and shoulder, groping my boobs as she does so.
I let out a light moan and get the door open.

The pressure that she was putting on me, pinning me to the door, releases as we tumble into my room.

Still madly kissing me, I notice something.

The inside of her mouth do not taste like I thought they would, instead it tastes like an orange; bittersweet with a tangy aftertaste.

“What are you thinking about?” Fluttershy says, breaking away from me and licking her lips while sitting up in a similar position to when she had the knife to my neck in what seems like ages ago.

“Just about what I’m about to do to with you.” I say, blushing and winking at her.

“And what are you going to do with me?” She bends over asking with a sly smile on her face.

“A lot of things...” I respond, looking her in the eyes and again winking giving her a light smile along with it.

“Ya-” She starts, stopping before she can finish her sentence and starts staring into space.

“Yo? Fluttershy? Whatcha doin there?” I ask, looking at her for a full ten seconds without blinking.

“That’s not who I am...” She starts again.

“What’re you saying up there Fluttershy?”

“That’s not who I am.” This time she states it much louder.

She suddenly hurls herself off me and holds her head in between both of her hands.

Then the screaming starts.

The scream sounds like it’s coming from all around me but I can tell it’s coming from Fluttershy.

It reverberates all around the tight room and bounces back again.

The scream seems to truly go on forever but in truth it probably only lasts about half a minute.

Fluttershy finally stops when I realize her eyes are glowing.

She looks at me and her entire body starts flickering like a bad video.

“Help me…” She says as she falls to the floor, still flickering.

Author's Note:

Well this is the first time I've written fanfiction in a very long time ( yay!!!), please give me feedback, even if it is just about how sh*tty this fic is. (I'm sayin the ponies are about a 4 on the scale. All credit to the artist)

Comments

[MidnightRain]

well, this has potential, keep going!