As I entered my home with the little Fluttershy, I felt a wave of heat hit my body. This was probably because of how cold I had been after removing my hoodie to cover Fluttershy. It was relieving to know my mother wasn’t going to be home all night. This was going to be quite a task, hiding Fluttershy and all. I figured I could pass her off as my plushie… once I got rid of it, that is.

As I unwrapped Fluttershy and set her on the floor, she took in her new surroundings. She seemed confused, but I couldn’t blame her. She had no idea where she was. I could see she had a look of concern on her face. I told her to follow me into the basement. The windows on the main floor of my house were a bit revealing, and I didn’t want her to be seen.

I started for the basement door, but realized she wasn’t following. I turned around to see her sitting on the floor, her head down, and her face in tears. I stared for a moment, but I quickly came to my senses.

She was afraid. Truly afraid. She didn’t know where she was, and she certainly didn’t know who I was. Hell, I found her in a fucking dumpster! How had she gotten here? Why was she here?! Nothing I could think of made sense. So, in an effort to comfort her, I knelt down beside her and brushed her mane with my hand. She looked up at me, her eyes soaked with tears.

“There, there, it’s alright. You’re safe here. I promised I wouldn’t hurt you, and I’m not going to break that promise. I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you. You can trust me.” My words definitely worked in comforting her. She stopped crying and leaned her head onto my chest. I continued to brush her mane with my hand.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her innocence was pure, she was downright adorable, and she was flat-out cute. She looked at me with her tear filled eyes.

“Um, if it’s not too much trouble to ask, could you carry me? I feel too weak to move,” she said. I had no reason to deny her.

“It’s no trouble at all.” I almost said her name at the end of my statement, but I quickly stopped myself. Why? Well, if I had said her name, that would seem a little suspicious. I knew who she was, but I couldn’t let her know that. It wouldn’t make sense to her.

I brought her into the basement. On the couch was a blanket I rarely used, mostly because I always wore my hoodie in the house during the winter. I always had the hood on too, unless my mom asked me to take it off. I set Fluttershy on the couch and wrapped her in the blanket. She got comfortable on the couch, resting her head on one of the pillows. I found myself staring at her. I think she was getting a little embarrassed by this though, so I stopped. I figured now would be as good a time as any to start asking questions. At least, ones that she could answer, anyway.

“So, what’s your name?” I asked, even though I of course knew her name. Like I said before, I couldn’t just say her name like I had it memorized. Too creepy for her.

“I-I’m Fluttershy…” she said, her voice dying down as she was finishing her name.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Just speak a bit louder. You don’t have to be afraid. You can trust me. My name’s Matthew. Most people call me Matt.”

She stared at the floor for a second before speaking again.

“I’m Fluttershy,” she said. I swear to you I wanted so badly to just squeal at the top of my lungs in that moment. My brony emotions were in high gear, but now was certainly not the time for that.

I smiled. “Nice to meet you Fluttershy. I know that all of this may seem sudden to you, but like I said, you can trust me.” This was one of the greatest moments of my life. You may think that sounds a little over dramatic; that this moment is a little too serious or maybe even a little sad for it to be great at all, but trust me when I say this was a moment I would never forget.

She stared around the room, scanning the various objects that surrounded her. She seemed interested in my Bionicles (yes, I have those, and I will never get rid of them). While she didn’t notice, I took a moment to scan her over (not in a creepy way). She seemed to be a little younger than me. I had initially thought that she was as old as she was in episode twenty-three, but I started to think that she was a little younger than me, maybe by about three years. I was seventeen at that time, so I figured she was about fourteen. I had to ask her some questions. Maybe she could shed some light on the situation.

“Do you know how you got here Fluttershy?” She shook her head in response. I sighed. “Well, if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” She thought for a moment, I think. Maybe she was contemplating whether or not to tell me.

“I’m fourteen years old, I think. I’m sorry, but I can’t seem to remember much. All I can remember for sure is my friend named Rainbow Dash.” Rainbow Dash. My number two pony. Next to Fluttershy, Dash was my favorite pony.

I found it odd that Fluttershy could only remember Rainbow Dash’s name. What actually surprised me a bit more was how spot on I was with guessing her age. Go me!

I continued by asking if she remembered where she was from. She couldn’t answer that either. I knew, of course. Equestria. A world I could only dream of living in. I tried thinking of some other questions. When I found her, my mind was swimming with questions. Now that I had the chance to ask her, I couldn’t think of any. I was so frustrated.

I ran my fingers over my eyes, which meant I was getting tired. It was only nine thirty at that point, so I had some time to kill. I was caught off guard when Fluttershy actually asked me a question.

“What are you?” she asked with a hint of concern in her voice. I looked at her for a moment with a confused look on my face.

“I’m a human. I’m, uh, a male, and I’m seventeen years old. I’m guessing you’re a… horse?” I felt so dumb asking her questions when I knew the answers already.

“Pony,” she corrected, “a Pegasus to be more precise.” I sort of figured she wasn’t a great flyer, but I was surprised to see that she knew it too. Hell, I was surprised to see she knew what she was. Although, then again, maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised by that. Stupid me.
“Do all humans look like you?” she asked. I chuckled a bit when she asked this.

“No, not exactly the same. We have similar features, like hands, feet, a face, and some other stuff. People just look different from each other. You would have to search for quite a long time to find someone who looked exactly like me. Males have unique features that females don’t have, and vice versa. Does that all make sense?”

She nodded. “What kind of features? What is it that you have that a female doesn’t?” she asked. I wore what you might call a confused mixed with dumbfounded look on my face, letting out another chuckle shortly after.

“Um… well, there’s uh… how about I tell you another time?” I felt a little uncomfortable discussing this with her. She seemed to understand though, simply nodding her head in response.

By the time the clock struck eleven, I had become so attached to Fluttershy, and I think the same could be said of her. I was more attached to her than I ever was just watching her on TV. I told her as much about me as I could at the time, but she couldn’t remember much else other than what she had told me. But honestly, I was fine with that.

As I started to yawn, she did the same. I think yawning is something in my family that is just contagious. My eyes began to dose off, but before they completely closed, Fluttershy nestled herself next to me, finding comfort from my body heat. She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back. I had already turned off the light in the room, and I didn’t really need to worry about my mom finding out about Fluttershy, since she never really came down into the basement. I hit the recline button on the side of the couch, which surprised Fluttershy a bit, but I quickly calmed her down. Shortly after that, we dosed off and began to sleep. It was just the two of us. It was just Fluttershy and me.