The clouds hung low over the sky, the occasional shaft of sunlight peeking through a break or two. The townsponies paid no attention to the sky above them and continued on their way, going to and fro between various stands in the market.

In the middle of all were a pegasus mare and a unicorn stallion, the former with a wing draped idly over the latter's back as they walked close together with loving smiles on their faces.

"Despite the weather," the stallion said, "I think today has been wonderful. Wouldn't you agree, Fluttershy?"

"Oh yes, Haywick," Fluttershy replied, "it has been wonderful. It must be because of the company."

Haywick smiled and nuzzled Fluttershy's cheek, to which she giggled and nuzzled him back. They continued walking along the road, both of them content to relax and enjoy the day. As they approached the edge of the market a pony sitting at an easel caught their attention.

He was a forest green unicorn with a straight brown mane which was sticking horizontally from his scalp. His tail hung low enough to touch the ground and was messy in places, while the pencil on his flank indicated his talent as an artist.

Haywick and Fluttershy stopped walking and watched as the stallion applied the finishing touches to his work. It was a caricature of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, showing them with big heads and little bodies. The three fillies waved at the new arrivals.

"And... done!" the stallion exclaimed, "Here you are girls, what do you think of this?"

He took the picture off the easel and turned it around to show his work off to the Crusaders. Upon seeing it they fell over howling with laughter, before descending into an argument over which one of them had the biggest head.

"Easy girls," the artist said, "you'll ruin it. Anyway, that'll be ten bits for the picture and another ten for each copy if you want any."

"It's okay, Scribbles," Apple Bloom said as she passed the stallion a few coins, "we're gonna hang this in our clubhouse, meanin' there ain't gonna be any arguin' 'bout who gets it."

"All right then," Scribbles chuckled as he put the money in his bit pouch, "I'm glad you like it. Take care now, girls."

The three fillies nodded, waving goodbye to Fluttershy and Haywick as they got into Scootaloo's scooter and took off at high speed. Scribbles turned his attention to the two.

"Afternoon, folks." he said, "The names Scribbles, and I'm an artist. Can I interest you in a caricature or, since I can clearly see that the two of you are together, maybe a lovely romantic scene?"

"That second one sounds nice." Fluttershy replied, "How much would something like that cost?"

"Thirty bits for a black and white drawing," Scribbles replied, "or fifty bits for a full colour picture."

"We'll take the colour option please." Haywick said, "Nothing but the best for my special somepony."

Scribbles nodded and placed a fresh piece of paper on his easel while Haywick and Fluttershy stood in front of him.

"Do you want us to pose," Fluttershy asked, "or would you prefer us to stay still?"

"You two lovebirds can just stand there as you are," Scribbles said, "and let me take care of the rest. My imagination will then work its wonders, and I promise you that you will like the end result."

Fluttershy nodded and Scribbles got to work. He peered at the couple in front of him for a moment before a flash of inspiration came over him. He opened a satchel at his hooves and took out several brushes and pots of paint and got to work.

Time seemed to pass by quickly as Scribbles worked. His tongue was sticking out and his brow was furrowed as he concentrated, occasional spots of paint landing on his face. The brush moved effortlessly over the paper like water flowing over a rock and Fluttershy and Haywick quickly found themselves marvelling at the skill Scribbles was displaying.

Twenty minutes later Scribbles stopped what he was doing and, with a contented smile on his face, put his tools down.

"Done!" he exclaimed, "Come over and tell me what you think. As I said, I think you'll like it... well, I hope so at least."

Haywick and Fluttershy walked over to the easel and looked at the finished painting for a moment before gasping in awe.

The two of them had been portrayed as walking side-by-side along a beach at sunset, with the waves gently lapping at their hooves. Fluttershy's wing was draped over Haywick's back, and the couple were nuzzling each other affectionately.

"Oh my," Fluttershy said softly, "it's beautiful. You've really done a wonderful job with this, and I say it's worth every bit."

"Every bit," Haywick added as he took his bit pouch in his magical aura, "and so much more. Allow me to give you a bonus."

Scribbles shook his head.

"Okay then," Haywick grinned, "instead of a bonus, why don't we call it a tip for your excellent work?"

"If you insist," Scribbles replied, "then thank you very much. Enjoy your portrait, folks, and do come back sometime."

Fluttershy smiled and nodded as Haywick paid Scribbles and took the painting, placing it gently into his saddlebag before he and Fluttershy headed off along the path out of town and towards her cottage on the outskirts.

"A bit to the left... a bit to the right... perfect." Fluttershy sighed contentedly, "It looks really nice there."

"I couldn't agree more my dear," Haywick replied, "Scribbles did a fantastic job."

"It's just so detailed." Fluttershy simpered, "I can picture us taking a walk on the beach at sunset. It sounds lovely."

"Art was one of my favourite subjects at school." Haywick said, "I took it as a means of keeping away from the bullies. Time and again I would look hard at one of my paintings and imagine that the picture was alive. It's what kept me sane."

Fluttershy smiled and walked up to the painting. She stared intently at it, her brow furrowed and her eyes narrowed. After a few minutes she gasped.

"What is it?" Haywick asked concernedly, "Are you all right?"

"Look at this," Fluttershy said softly, "and tell me that I'm not hallucinating. You're a doctor, so you'll know."

Haywick rushed up to Fluttershy's side and followed her gaze to the painting. His eyes widened in shock and he spluttered, before he and Fluttershy watched their painted selves come to life and go from a slow walk on the beach, to a moonlit dance under the stars.

"Either we're both imagining the same thing," he whispered, "or magic is at work here. And I'm guessing it's the latter."

"Who cares?" Fluttershy whispered back, "It's beautiful."

Haywick took one of Fluttershy's forehooves in his and looked into her eyes, causing her to shudder in anticipation.

"My dear Fluttershy," he said, "might I have this dance?"

Fluttershy nodded and the two of them began to mirror the scene in the painting, ignoring the world around them as they lost themselves to their imaginations.

Five minutes later they finished, Haywick dipping Fluttershy under the moonlight streaming in the window. She giggled softly as she stood up, before the two of them shared a gentle kiss.

"That was lovely, Haywick," Fluttershy cooed, "thank you."

"No, Fluttershy," Haywick replied, "thank you for being so wonderful. I love you so much, my dear, and this night has just made everything so much better."

"I love you too," Fluttershy said, "and I don't want this night to end. But what do you suggest we do?"

Haywick grinned.

"I suggest," he said, "that we go upstairs. After all... there's plenty more space up there for us to dance."

Fluttershy giggled and went upstairs, followed closely by Haywick, and the two danced the night away.

Author's Notes:

Ikemtz16's Idea: Haywick and Fluttershy are browsing town when they meet a unicorn named Scribbles who is drawing on an easel and charging ponies for funny pictures. He offers to draw the two in a romantic scene. But once complete, the picture somehow comes to life and moves like it's a real scene.

I like how this chapter turned out, and I hope you did as well. Flutterwick is often neglected in my stories, so it's nice to be able to write about it once in a while.

Also, how many of you thought they were going to go upstairs and have sex?