Fluttershy Goes on an Epic Quest! (Kind of.)

A story written by NightmareMoon.

Once upon a time in the depths of the Everfree Forest, beyond the slithering snakes and crumbling ruins, lay an ancient treasure. Nobody knew what it was; some kind of long-lost artifact, something extremely valuable.

The treasure was only seen once, a long time before our story takes place, and described as "a glowing, crazy shmadoodle". Sadly, that didn't provide the description that archeologists were expecting or needing to try and find it.

But our story doesn't revolve around that small little artifact. It starts, in fact, in a small little cottage beside the Everfree full of little, adorable woodland creatures that liked to sing, dance, and annoy the care-taker – a shy, yellow pegasus that liked to also, in fact, sing, dance, and become friends with deadly creatures. Her name? Flutteranicus S. Cloudingdale, the "S" standing for "Shy".

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"There you go, little bunnies," she whispered in one lovely, quiet summer day. "Eat up. Mmm. Here goes the choo-choo train! No, no, Angel, don't ruin that hoof-knitted sweater, my granny made it – oh, Delly, no, don't fly up there! That's my prized vase –"

I don't know what made Flutteranicus, or Fluttershy, as she was called, resort to a life of taking care of mischievous, demonic little critters, but my advice: ditch 'em, Flutters!

Well, I guess I'm getting carried away. That's okay! After all, what's a good story without some "and then [Insert Name Here] ate a random pie, hardy harr harr", or "And then she said, 'Oh no you didn't,' budum phsssht", or something of that sort? Terrible story!

Of course, Fluttershy didn't even think of it as "dangerous". She thought of it as… oh, "comforting" or a "nice little walk" or even a "good way of spending my time". But not as "dangerous"! After all, all those woodland creatures would certainly help her if anything were to go wrong after years of giving them free food, right?

Well, the truth was, those critters could care less! The only reason they stuck around was for the Munchy Crunchy Lettuce Bites! I mean, come on, those things are good!

Adding on to the story, those little demons wouldn't blink if anything happened to good ol' Flutters here. They'd just kinda be upset that there was no easy way to get those Crunchy Munchy Lettuce Bites anymore, and possibly just casually inform the rest of Flutters' friends, to make sure there was no confusion, and Flutters actually was dead, not just missing. You know, as  some kind of "community service" or whatever, and even then only to get fame and recognition from the Ponyvillians, and possibly a medal.

Ah, they could picture it: a gold medallion, with nut engravings on the backs and front; with the words "Thank You Squirrels of the Everfree, You Sure Made Life Easier" or something on the sort on the back. Mmm. And possibly a lifetime supply of nuts. That'd be good. Could they tax the Ponyvillians for this good deed? Perhaps they could inflict the rule: "when we do good deeds, we except nuts for it, and for every minute that we waste our time thinking of you, that's an extra acorn."

So one day this mare with terrifyingly terrifying powers – Fluttershy would of course never use her numerous witchcraft-y skills. She's given her life to those even-more-terrifying-if-that's-possible-critters now – decided to go on a nice stroll with her friends, and having a picnic of the evil and haunting Everfree forest, where (according to history, my friends) more than a million ponies have ventured in and never came out. Always a good idea, eh?