Free
There was no rush, no hurry. There was no need to actually do anything, but why use all that time to just sit down and do nothing? Wonderful as it might be to just sit quietly and let the world spin gently around you, there was a time when one just has to stand up, open the door, and venture forth.
No destination, no goal, no drive, no needs, no goad… just one hoof stepping in front of the other, the gentle caress of the sun across mane and coat, the whisper of wind across grass. Branches rattle softly, leaves dance their dances and sing their own secret songs to the distant chorus of birds and bugs and beasts of all stripes. The world was turning gently around her, and she was in some small way a part of it for once rather than separate, and there was a joy in that that she so rarely felt.
It lit a little spark in Fluttershy's heart; a tiny place buried so deep inside, curled around and over itself so many times that it was barely anything at all, but now, in the freedom under the sun, it stirred. A seed long resting dormant since she was a tiny little thing, now warming and starting to open, and it was something she had wanted for so long, had been so frightened of for so long.
Pale yellow hooves stepped silent over the open grass, no more than a delicate whisper of sound lost in the swirl of breeze. It stirred her mane, sent a few errant strands dancing in their own mad fashion away from the rest; rebels reveling in their audacity before tangling together in exhaustion to settle across her nose, to be swept back amongst the rest. The air had a sweet coolness to it; just enough to contrast the warmth of the sun, a tactile delight tickling across feathered wings, coaxing her to draw them out and up.
She was atop a hill, a small one not all that far away from her house, but it may have been the other side of the world for how it felt. She had never felt so free before, rarely so calm and so… happy. For maybe the first time in her life, Fluttershy stood tall, her wings shining honey-gold in the glowing sun; spread wide, vanes and primaries shifting and ruffling gently at the touch of the soft wind. Her eyes closed, and she felt herself flying without having to leave the earth.
There was no pressure, no hardship; no fear lurking, threatening to cast her down and send her scrabbling back to the dubious safety of her cottage. Pegasi have never felt so free as she did right now, birds know not the dizzying heights Fluttershy now lofted, standing there on the grass. That tiny spark in her heart was glowing with heat now; its shell, once hard and glittering like granite, flaking away to reveal a tiny bud of hope… of love.
One never truly knows the ecstasy of freedom until they have spent time in chains. Bonds of hemp, chains of iron, shackles of steel--- those are only the physical torments. Terrible they may be, but just as awful and somehow worse were the bonds within, that held the heart in a vice and made every living moment a dread. Never being able to step past one's door for the fear, never being able to speak to another pony for the terror of judgment…
Not being able to do anything.
Hopelessness, helplessness; a life cringing and crouching, the weight of the eyes on her back, across her shoulders. Whispers and titters, a susurration of noise; all of it somehow directed right at her, all of it picking apart every single thing that had ever been wrong and ever will be wrong with everything she did...
A perfect prison: one that traveled with her wherever she went. Never free, always hidden; shackled and bound from within, the scars invisible but hurting so much worse than any physical wound…
But not here.
Here, Fluttershy flew. Her wings were spread wide, her chin lifted proud for the first time in her entire life. All four hooves set firmly into the grass, yet she flew all the same for it was her heart that was free now. The shell within fell away into dust and ash, and from it something bloomed: hot as the sun and hued in every colour of the rainbow unfurling at the centre of Fluttershy's very being. Tears hot and sweet glittered against her cheeks, yet they were not tears of pain or fear--- it was the bliss of feeling those shackles break and fall away, of being able to breathe without constriction, of not needing to look over her shoulder to see who was muttering hurtful lies, true or imagined.
Free from fear, free from hate, free from the world, free from herself--- of what she used to be.
She had never felt this before, had never known there could be such colour in the world, let alone inside. A sob escaped the gentle pegasus, tears flowing freely, yet her smile did not falter, did not fade. The sun warmed her face, gentle as a lover's caress, guiding her heart upwards and outwards into the heavens, to flit amongst the clouds in a way that Fluttershy could never do on her own. She flew higher still, drifting through the deep Azure where no birds could fly, then beyond into the glittering night-blue tapestry dusted with diamonds. She soared with comets, chased the lazy paths of twirling planets, drifted through the impossible majesty of galaxies…
Birdsong in her ear, so soft and sweet, drawing the pegasus away and down back to the earth where she stood, to the small and tiny body she truly inhabited, standing there lost on the tiny hill in the sea of emerald grass.
A deep breath in, then out. The breeze had fallen silent, the world now just a quiet cacophony of life, of birds and bugs and beasts of all stripes, moving about in their own important lives. Fluttershy brushed the back of a hoof against her cheeks, wiping away some of those soft tears, but she felt no shame in them for once, for the blossom in her heart still glowed all in prism, no longer with the heat and brilliance of the sun but with the quiet strength and energy that would never, ever go out.
Wings soft in the air beside her, stirring the grass about her hooves, heralding the fall of four more. She did not mind. She did not for one single instant even think to crouch or cower in the presence of another pony, or at least, never again in the presence of this pony.
Turquoise eyes turned to meet soft magenta, and a shared smile passed between the two. Rainbow Dash shed her cap, whistle, and flight goggles to the grass, stepping up right next to Fluttershy, one wing blue as a horizon sky and soft as can be curling lightly across her butter-yellow back.
Together they stood on that little hill, their hearts soaring into the furthest heights without needing to leave the ground.
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This takes place immediately after the events of Hurricane Fluttershy. Written over the course of two hours on a sudden mad impulse.
As usual, your prose astonishes me.
Normally I prefer stories with dialogue, but this story works PERFECTLY.
Beautiful. Perfect for a long aimless walk.
Which, I suppose, is the also the closest thing I could have to a complaint. I think Dash showing up at the end, kind of cuts it back to reality, but I'm not sure how else you'd climax the story, so I'll just be a little grumpy or something.
But beautiful, still.
I wouldn't change a thing.
Holy *squee* that was beautiful.
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It is a great story. It gave me more than feels.
Just through observation of nature Fluttershy could feel beauty without the need for literal flight. The type of thrill she experiences here was not due to a death-defying mid-air stunt—that is superficial compared to an appreciation of all things on a fundamental scale. I like stories which show differences between the inner and outer of people/ponies and this is a story I will refer back to. On the outside, she is standing on a hill. She looks relaxed but an observer might not make sense of the tears. They might see her as sad or just crazy for crying with no specific stimulus. Can you imagine yourself doing this in the company of another? But alone (or with a true friend such as Rainbow Dash), Fluttershy can focus completely on her observations, applying thoughts and logic onto what her five senses report. This is what is happening inside. Anybody can stand on a hill and look out; from the outside, there is little difference in behaviour. Fluttershy is free because she can comprehend beauty—it is not all to do with the scenery. She is free of mental intrusions and barriers, and she can see everything as it is.
If that made sense, have a yay
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I had actually thought of leaving it with an open ending, with just Fluttershy there on the hill, but that would have left things a bit too ambiguous. I needed some kind of tie into the world, a reason for her to be shedding her shackles because Flutters on her own doesn't really have the strength for it.
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Whoops - nice catch, and glad you enjoyed it.
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It does indeed, but I add an addendum that she feels free inside because of outside stimuli - Rainbow Dash's love. After the real kindness RD showed during Hurricane Fluttershy, it cracked that shell in her and let her real self blossom and soar...
you know, I'm right in the middle of writing a new story and here I am interrupting my precious writing time to read this story...
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I'm glad I did.
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Well if this isn't just one of the most beautiful things I've ever read...
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Wow…For being so short, this really was amazing! Instant fave!
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*sigh* It's lovely. Everything can be so vividly imagined. My mind wanders as I read the words that seem to flow so steadily into my eyes. No words need to be said. It's perfect.
I'll be honest, sometimes I skip lines. But with your writing, I find myself in love with every single sentence that I come across. It would be a shame to skip a single one.
Also, Fluttershy is my favorite, so you've already found weakness there.
*sigh* lovely...
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"Hurricane Fluttershy" is one of my favorite episodes, and this is a great coda for it. Marvelous.
A soft, warm, and inviting story. It mirrors the pony that inspired it well.
another great story, all your stories are great. Aside from the IRC highway, I consider you as a elite writer
Another great fic, man. Just a pity it stayed on my read later list for so long! Rest assured your next story will go straight to the top of that pile.
"birds know not the dizzying heights Fluttershy now lofted, standing there on the grass"
This was a good line, and a very good juxtaposition of imagery.
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Underrated fic.
Absolutely loved this.
I wandered in by accident, and even though this isn't the sort of think I seek out, I don't regret reading it. This is kind of prose poetry here, if that makes any sense.
some of these stories you have written are just amazing. why arn't they getting the deserved likes and views? they should be featured on EQD
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I feel compelled to add this one to a bunch of other groups as well.
Beautiful, from inside to outside, emotional
Really good story 
I wish some day I will have this wonderful feelings 
Beautiful -- and I liked the way you showed, without dialogue, how much Rainbow Dash appreciates and loves her friend.
Your heart will never soar so high as the moment you know freedom.
This was once again, Amazing. For just a moment, to feel what it's like to truly soar Free from your fears and Self doubt. There is no greater kind of freedom, And I think, deep down inside it's something that almost everyone Desires. To be able to let go of all their fears and inhibitions and Just... Fly.
Lovely.