Flutter in the Dark

February 23rd
I think I’ve found her. My special somepony. I’ve never felt like this towards any other pony, but there’s no other explanation. My hooves rattled against the ground, my heart bounded inside my chest and my lips turned numb. It could have been that bad sunflower salad I had for lunch, but I don’t want it to be. I don’t know much about her, except she’s interested in carrots; her basket and saddlebags were overfilled with them. As she gently graced her hoof across the fruit, a cruel act of fate was placed upon her as not only did the red delicious’ fall from their residence, but her purchased carrots followed as well. Nopony with such a serenity deserved to have that happen them! Though if this event did not occur, I don’t believe I ever would have lay eyes upon her beauty. Her mane cascaded from her crown towards herself, cuddling her silk muzzle. Her eyes shone like a smooth turquoise reflecting the glory of a full moon. This wonderful distraction was probably the causes of my stumbles as I tried to assist her in her dilemma.
Her voice gracefully curled around each of her words as she spoke to me. Her topics matched her nature as she carefully grasped words to explain the context of her supplies. She did not need to supply reason. But the passion she displayed for her animals’ care was obvious and she did not dare question her purpose for them. Her gracious kindness she showed made this one mare such a glorious and divine soul in comparison to all the mares I have met before.
But before I understood the sensations that welled up within me, she had left me blissfully entranced in my fascination.
My first thought was to discover the name by which she refers to herself. I rapidly scoured the stall to locate anypony that could direct me. I came up with one answer.
Fluttershy.

February 25th
I spent today trying to find out more about the beautiful Fluttershy. All I have wanted to do for these past couple of days is meet her again, but each time I feel close to achieving this destiny, our meeting is delayed. She must be a busy pony, having to travel across Ponyville for her friends and her animals. She is so respectful for dedicating herself like this, I almost feel sad for her. I haven’t heard anypony say “She was heading home” or “I saw her heading towards the park”; she always had a mission. To have no freedom and be expected to give yourself to everypony around you seems so restricting, yet she seemed so happy and calm when I saw her that one time. I guess part of my attraction is a wish to be like her. Hopefully that will eventually happen.

I managed to find Fluttershy just walking down the street. She was just as graceful as ever. My fresh idealism towards her just made it even harder to talk to her. I introduced myself to her, and her to me. Things were going well and we ended up having an interesting conversation. None of that matters, only the end. Throughout our conversation, my urge grew to the point where it bursted out of my mouth:
“WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME!?”
I think she was mid-sentence at the time. Her mouth was frozen in place; we both were. We waited for the other to react in some way, only our beads of sweat and red faces showing signs of time passing. She eventually murmured something, I almost couldn’t hear it. But with all my heart I listened. And I heard.
“I-I-um…o-okay. I’ve never been asked out before…”
My heart skipped a bit. I must have stood still for a bit in disbelief that such a mare would accept me first try since Fluttershy began to look around worryingly. It felt great, it was like the sun had finally risen in the dark void that had been my heart and I beamed so much that my face is still sore. I organised with her sometime tomorrow night at a fancy restaurant. I hope she will be able to make it, my mum says I’m a bit rash when I’m excited…

February 26th
She didn’t turn up. BUT, it’s not like she completely abandoned me; it still hurt however. I got home and I had received a hand letter from her. Her handwriting was simple, but I could hear her voice in every line of ink. Apparently she had fallen ill soon after we had met. How tragic! I held that letter close to me in dread; I had a cold a couple of days ago. I plan to set things right. I’ve already headed to the closest supermarket to find some warm food, cold food, medicine of varying types. I’m going over now and helping her feel better, there’s nothing that can stop the power of true love!

Heh… Maybe there was. I can’t even describe what I saw, but I can detail the results. I have none of my supplies anymore, a shadow has cast itself upon the image I thought was Fluttershy and now I’m scared of what it could be. I feel stupid. I’ve fallen head over heels for this mare and now I’m doubting myself. I shouldn’t do this, yet I yearn for justification for my actions. Maybe I should write everything down to get it out of my system…
I rushed over to Fluttershy’s cottage as fast as I could, though it took a few tries since I kept ending up on streets that led anywhere except her house. The warmth of excitement and attraction kept me going through the chilly pre-Wrap-Up breezes. I saw her abode and I froze as though I had stepped on snow on barehoof. Speaking of which, it was lucky Fluttershy had her path cleared. I trotted up towards her door and stood there for a couple of seconds, trying to steady my breathing. All of the sudden, a strange sucking sound came from inside the building. What I did was rude, but I can’t take it back now. I peeked in through a crack in the curtain near her door. I saw something that went against all I knew about the Fluttershy I loved. A tower of apple cores lay next to a dwindling pile of fresh apples as one by one the creature took one, bit into it and threw it onto its discard pile. Then all of the usdden it sprang up into the air and dashed out of sight. I couldn’t believe it. I pressed an eye to the window to enlarge my view. Everything went still. Nothing seemed to happen initially, but eventually my grand fear came to face me.
“Excuse me?” a voice hissed into my ear. My head flipped around as I yelped at the sudden sound and there she was.
Fluttershy. Her turquoise eyes now red as they pierced through me. Her soft and luscious mane now messed up similar to a wild beast. Her wings were outstretched but nothing like I had seen them before. Blade like fingers curved through the outstretched wings, each connected by a transparent web absorbing the blackest of the night sky. And then her teeth… no, her fangs glistened pure white. Juice dripped off one of her canines and she licked it up with her long, forked tongue.
I ran. I ran all the way back home.
I read this now and I can’t stop my angst. She did nothing to me. Why was I so scared? She was eating apples for Celestia’s sake! And now, the one mare whom I have ever loved was left standing outside her house probably thinking of how rude her date was for taking her at face value. I can’t help but think of how she could have possibly ended up like that, but that shouldn’t matter.
I need to talk to her again.
Tomorrow, this idiot need to set things right.