Fluttershy's Adventure in Foalsitting by DCFTEF and Pan

(Mrs. Shy / Fluttershy)

 

(01/04/2018)

 

 

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Her mother's voice startled the yellow filly out of her daydreaming. Fluttershy had been doing a lot of that lately, staring out her bedroom window at the forests and mountains below Cloudsdale. Since her first, entirely accidental, visit there Fluttershy had been down to the ground a few times...but always with a grown-up. She'd gotten lucky the first time and even discovered her cutie mark but the city of Cloudsdale moved around and one never knew if the territory below was benign or dangerous.

By the time she galloped into the living room Mother was just saying goodbye to Zephyr Breeze.

This would be the first time Fluttershy would be left home alone to watch her little brother. Mom reviewed her instructions with both of them;

Fluttershy nodded.

Fluttershy was eager to do a good job. Maybe Mom & Dad would take her down to the surface as a reward for foalsitting well done.

 

No sooner had their mother flown away a rainbow colored streak flashed through the window. This was nothing strange, Fluttershy's friend Rainbow Dash came by nearly every day and she NEVER used the door. The blue filly took one fast loop through the room to scrub off speed and came to a stop, hovering directly over Zephyr Breeze until she tucked away her wings and plopped down directly on top of the colt.

 

2

Zephyr squirmed under Rainbow Dash's rump, but she teasingly ignored his struggles.

Fluttershy knew Dash was only playing, but she didn't want her brother to come to any harm while she was foalsitting.

At last Dash lifted off and released the squirming colt.

Zephyr flashed her a cheezy smile and replied;

Rainbow rolled her eyes and muttered;

 

The yellow filly proudly announced her task;

Both fillies ignored Zephyr's complaint.

Rainbow groaned;

Fluttershy objected immediately;

That idea was a little better.

She showed Rainbow a map her mother had left, clearly marking how far she & Zephyr were allowed to go.

Fluttershy nodded.

 

Dash thought for a moment. She knew what her friend's weak spot was.

 

3

Fluttershy was tempted, but wasn't taking the bait.

She loved visiting the ground, with all its cute, exotic animals but she dared not defy the rules.

Dash shrugged;

But Zephyr Breeze protested;

 

Fluttershy almost raised her voice. She blushed and calmed herself down.

Even for a good flier like Rainbow Dash that was a wild boast but Zephyr believed her.

Rainbow tossed her arm around Fluttershy's shoulders.

Zephyr nodded in agreement.

Zephyr exclaimed;

Dash continued;

But that was all too intense for Fluttershy;

A chill ran thru Fluttershy's rump when she considered how much trouble she'd get in if she allowed her little brother to be bitten by a dangerous chipmunk. She hardly noticed that the two had tricked her into their plan.

 

4

Dash knew she'd won.

Fluttershy knew she'd lost, but was okay with it. As Rainbow said, it would just be a short visit and since they'd all get in trouble for their little adventure she was sure every pony would keep it a secret.

Rainbow Dash gave her a hoof-bump (too hard) and exclaimed;

 

Rainbow found that carrying Zephyr Breeze was easier said than done. He clung to her neck tightly but kept looking from side to side, throwing off Dash's balance. She just managed but gliding down would be easier than the trip back up. They were all foals however, so advance planning was not their strong point.

Fluttershy reached the ground first, with Rainbow coming down hard a few moments later. It was not quite a crash but it was graceless, both she and Zephyr tumbling across the grass to a stop.

Both Zephyr and Dash picked themselves up and brushed off the dust though.

Fluttershy nearly fainted. She would have fainted had she not been distracted by a frog hopping past.

For the moment she forgot about watching Zephyr; he would be fine with Dash. Fluttershy followed her green skinned new friend into a dense thicket of thorn bushes, eager to see where this weird creature was going, where it lived.

 

 

5

Fluttershy heard her friend and brother calling and realized she'd strayed too far away from the clearing. Rather than go back she called to them;

It took the pair a long time to catch up with Fluttershy, who was still following the fast moving frog. Zephyr Breeze complained the whole way.

Rainbow Dash puffed up and told him;

He scoffed;

 

Fluttershy snorted in annoyance. Why did those two have to be so loud? She was new to this but already understood if you wanted to see animals you had to...

She turned back to find the frog she'd been tracking, but it had disappeared.

The yellow filly pushed aside a branch of thorns and was hit with a thick, humid stench, right in the face.

 

There, just a few steps in front of her was a real-live monster.

It had bright green eyes that glowed...and its body was made of the same stuff as trees. There was no hiding from it...the monster was staring right at her...it had probably known she was there long before she knew about him. It opened its mouth, baring sharpened wooden teeth.

Fluttershy never broke off eye contact with the huge animal...she felt like that was the only thing keeping it from attacking, but when Dash opened her mouth the beast growled.

 

6

Rainbow grabbed Zephyr by the tail and took off in a flash. She cleared the briers easily but could not gain altitude dragging the colt's weight too. She skimmed the top of the thicket, dragging Zephyr backwards through the thorn bushes.

Not until they reached the clearing did the thorn covered branches stop smacking Zephyr Breeze in the backside.

Working together the pair finally gained altitude, though Rainbow was still doing most of the work. They doubled back to find Fluttershy, desperately hoping the monster had not already made her his lunch.

 

Fluttershy had not yet been eaten, though she was losing ground as the huge creature backed her into the brier thicket. She dared not break off eye contact, it seemed to be the only thing keeping the monster at bay. The filly knew it would not stop him forever...any second now it would attack and she had no defense against that. It had been foolish to come to the ground alone...she wanted her Mommy. At least Zephyr Breeze and Rainbow Dash would survive this...

 

Rainbow swooped down, Zephyr now riding on her back. She buzzed the monster, coming so close that it snapped at her tail. That was enough for Fluttershy, who pushed off and flapped her wings for dear life. Frantic with terror she did not stop until she reached a cloud, where she turned around, lungs and wings burning, to look for Dash and her brother.

Rainbow Dash had nearly crashed into a pond when she swooped down to distract the timberwolf. Now, even with both of them flapping their wings she was unable to gain altitude. The monster had seen this and was chasing them, waiting for the two mouth watering foals to crash back into the brier patch where he would have them.

 

7

Fluttershy had no idea what she could do against the fearsome predator made of wood but she had to do something. Rainbow Dash had saved her by swooping down and distracting the monster, maybe that would work.

Her brother yelled back;

 

Gathering up all the courage she had Fluttershy made a dive. As she got closer and closer the wooden beast looked more and more terrifying. She wanted to bank off and turn away but was reminded in the worst possible way that she wasn't that good of a flier. Unable to stop or turn Fluttershy crashed into the back of the timberwolves head.

Dazed, she tumbled out of control. There was no way she could recover...this was surely the end.

 

But right before she crashed into the briers where she would certainly be eaten Fluttershy was caught. With the monster temporarily distracted Dash and Zephyr grabbed her arms.

It took Fluttershy a moment to realize she wasn't dead yet but she followed Rainbow's command and flapped with all her might. Together the three pegasus foals gained a little altitude...just enough to avoid the snapping wooden jaws of the beast.

Its meal out of reach the timberwolf howled in anger, but at last gave up and wandered away.

Deer tasted better than ponies anyway.

 

8

After catching their breath on the first safe cloud they could find the three foals agreed they'd had enough of the ground for one day.

Rainbow Dash pleaded with Fluttershy to come up with a story that would keep them out of trouble but there was no explaining away the dozens of thorns stuck in Zephyr's rump. They would just have to tell the truth and hope for the mercy of the court.

 

An hour later Fluttershy and Dash sat on opposite ends of the sofa in Fluttershy's living room. Upon arrival they had blubbered out a tearful but honest confession to Mrs Shy of everything they'd done and what had happened. At first they were all embraced and smothered with kisses as Fluttershy's mother thanked Celestia that they were all safe. It seemed for a moment that luck might be on their side until they were informed that all three of them were in deep, deep trouble.

Mrs Shy had first taken Zephyr into her bedroom to pluck the collection of thorns and splinters from his rump. The two fillies were ordered to sit and wait for their turn.

 

As they listened to Zephyr through the door Rainbow dared speak up;

The yellow filly sighed;

Before they could say any more they were interrupted by the sound of her brother, frantically begging.

There was a moment of tense silence and then...

 

9

The door opened at last and Zephyr Breeze came prancing out, rubbing his hindquarters with his wings and crying earnestly. His mother was holding a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

Calmly, she turned to Rainbow Dash next.

Rainbow gulped. It was an awful position for a naughty foal to be in.

How much should she tell her mom? The more she told the deeper trouble she'd be in...but if she told too little and Mrs Shy filled her mother in with all the terrible details she'd held back Rainbow was sure to get a double punishment.

Head hung low she trudged out, but not before turning to her friend and saying;

For once Rainbow Dash actually used the door.

 

Now just Fluttershy was left.

She dutifully followed her mother. Fluttershy knew she was going to her doom, a spanking was inevitable, she did not even dare to hope for reprieve. But first her mother was in a mood to lecture;

She patted the bed next to her. Mother's voice was soft and kind but with a stern edge that left no doubt about what would eventually be happening. Fluttershy obediently sat down next to her.

Fluttershy blushed in shame.

Mrs Shy nodded.

 

10

The hairbrush!

Up to this point Fluttershy had accepted her guilt and was prepared to suffer the consequences without complaint but the mere mention of that terrible tool made her recoil in horror.

Up to this point in her life Fluttershy had only been spanked with her parents' soft hooves. They had dropped a few hints that the hairbrush might be applied if naughty behavior did not cease but Fluttershy had always responded quickly to these threats and returned to being a good filly.

But Mother did not relent;

 

Fluttershy knew she'd been a bad filly but could not bring herself to surrender. She'd seen the effect of a hairbrush on the rumps of her classmates...in school and summer flight camp, and was just as scared as she had been of that timberwolf. She had already been in tears when Mom called her into the bedroom but now she was in full crying mode.

But it wasn't going to work.

Poor Fluttershy did not like it.

She did not like it at all.

 

11

Fluttershy was terrified and desperate so, shamelessly, she tried to redirect some of the blame. Not all of it...just maybe enough to save her from the awful wooden terror she faced.

Her mother paused and considered things. Maybe there was a glimmer of hope.

This was not the direction Fluttershy wanted things to go. Maturity and independence held high value in pegasus culture and even a shy filly like Fluttershy felt their influence strongly.

But Mother continued;

That was unthinkable! Dash was her best...her only friend! If they couldn't be friends Fluttershy didn't know how she could go on living.

That was the point Mother was trying to make.

The filly cried and bit her lip. She looked over at the hairbrush lying on the table. There was only once answer and it was the one that led to the terrible spanking she feared.

Mother nodded and said softly;

 

Fluttershy still did not voluntarily climb over her mother's lap, she just went limp and allowed herself to be pulled into position without resistance. She could not see what was going on behind her but whimpered in fear as she heard Mom pick up the brush. Her tail was swept out of the way, exposing her most bashful parts. It did not matter that this was Momma, who had bathed her and changed her diaper when she was little, this was different.

And it began...

 

12

Fluttershy's mother did not make her wait long. No more lectures or admonishments. The brush came down with a sharp smack, right in the center of the filly's rear-end. She jumped and howled in dismay but Fluttershy's mother held her tight.

Mom went to work, whacking her crying filly's backside over and over again. It was not hard to cover every square inch, Fluttershy was a lanky foal with a skinny rump and the hairbrush covered most of it with each sharp smack.

 

It was not in Fluttershy's nature to struggle much when she was over a parental lap being punished but this time she could not help herself. The stiff wooden hairbrush was just as bad as she had feared, there was just no way to hold still and wait for it to be over.

As she bawled out her apologies Fluttershy kicked and squirmed. Her front hooves scrambled for grip and pulled at the bedsheets. She could not escape though...Mom had her held tight and was letting go until the job was finished.

 

Some Equestrian mothers had a special hairbrush set aside for the task of spanking alone. Some of them had been passed down from their own mothers and grandmares before them. Some of the most ancient did not even have bristles anymore. The brush doing its painful duty on Fluttershy's bottom was not one of these. It was the hairbrush Mrs. Shy used every day. It had passed through Fluttershy's long pink mane thousands of times...a sacred bonding ritual between mother and daughter that gave the shy little filly strength each morning before she had to go out and face an unkind world.

 

13

It was not strength that the wooden hairbrush was imparting now. Every sharp whack was like a hornet sting and the few seconds between spanks burned like fire. Nothing Fluttershy could do helped. She tried to tense up, the hairbrush still stung terribly...she tried to relax it stung even worse. When she struggled Momma held her tighter and punished her resistance with a salvo of faster spanks. When she lay still and tried to endure it the burn built up until she could take it no longer and thrashed, earning another agonizing flurry of fast smacks.

 

Mrs. Shy knew her filly was sorry, but she also knew how close she'd come to losing both foals today. It broke her heart to make her sensitive, fragile filly bawl for mercy but this was a lesson she had to remember. It was time for a big finish...

It took a few moments of sobbing and choking for the little yellow filly to compose herself. Though she could not speak yet she silently begged Celestia it was over.

She got a sharp smack with the hairbrush for that, right at the bottom of her rear where it hurt most.

She punctuated the sentence with another smack, sending poor Fluttershy into fresh tears.

The filly was hesitant to answer, fearful that any answer she gave would lead to more spanking.

Fluttershy whimpered...she knew her mother was going somewhere with this and that would inevitably lead to more spanks.

 

14

The tearful yellow filly gulped before answering.

Usually she said eleven-and-a-half, to sound older, but right now Fluttershy did not want to be older.

Fluttershy whined in fear. She hated this part more than anything but knew better than to object.

*WHACK* A hard smack fell on the tenderest part of her bottom.

Mother nodded and reminded her;

Fluttershy shivered in fear. A shame? More like prolonged agony.

*WHACK*

That one was even harder but Fluttershy did not forget this time.

*WHACK*

To her horror, Flutters realized the spanks would only get harder until the end.

Only #3 and they were already unbearable. Fluttershy did not know how she was going to endure it.

*WHACK*

Fluttershy's mother shook her head and tsk'ed gravely.

*WHACK*

Fluttershy cried out, not just in pain but the unfairness of it all. She knew what she had to say next...

 

The count may have been re-set but the intensity of the spanks did not. That last one had been the hardest yet and the miserable filly knew she had at least 10 more before she could get off Mommy's lap and receive the hug she so desperately wanted right now.

 

15

Five...six...seven...

Fluttershy cried helplessly as her ordeal continued. She almost missed counting #6 but managed to squeak it out just in time before Mommy re-set the count.

*WHACK*

Each spank was now so hard it was still burning by the time the next one arrived. Miserable, Fluttershy could only endure the agony and promise her poor blazing heinie that she would never do anything to put it in such a position again.

*WHACK*

*WHACK*

Just one to go but by now all Fluttershy's courage and resistance had been spent. She tensed up for that last terrible spank, bawling and spilling out heavy tears all over her parents' bedspread. The seconds dragged on...and on. Fearing that final whack, Fluttershy tightened her rump and held her breath. She tightened so much that her muscles began to shake. She began to cramp but fear would not let her loosen up.

Mom's voice was calming. The scared filly felt a reassuring hoof rub her back and some of the painful tension left her.

Almost.

With her mother soothing her the sobbing filly let down her guard...just as the last spank fell.

*WHACK*

 

She'd been unprepared for this last one and it burned worse than all the rest before it.

Fluttershy was terrified that she'd miss her count but Mom did not give her the chance this time. Before she could even breathe and say 'eleven' she was scooped up into a tight, squeezing embrace.

Only now did Fluttershy realize her mother was crying too. Through the agony of that terrible hairbrush spanking she had never considered how much this hurt Mommy. It made Fluttershy feel guilty and selfish about the bad choices she'd made.

 

16

Enjoying the tight hug (even if it was a little hard to breathe) Fluttershy promised never to disobey again;

Her mother relaxed the hug to look her filly in the eyes.

She wiped a few tears away from her daughter's puffy eyes.

The yellow filly nodded.

Fluttershy gulped. How could any spanking be longer or harder than what she just suffered? It seemed impossible. In any case she did not want to find out!

 

Fluttershy's mother squeezed her one more time before letting her go at last.

The chastised but forgiven filly hurried to put her nose in the corner. She did not want to risk ANY misbehavior until her poor rump was healed...and that might take weeks!

 

Things calmed down at last; Mom working on dinner, Zephyr in his corner, Fluttershy in hers. Although she should have been looking straight ahead the filly could just see out the window from the corner of her left eye. She saw hills, streams and the forest below; it was beautiful. Mom was right. Fluttershy knew the ground was going to be a big part of her future.

 

END of DCFTEF's story.

 

There was a timid knocking at the door of the Shy house.

Mrs. Shy had a feeling she knew who it was.

As anticipated, Rainbow Dash was sniffling in the doorway.

She looked like she had been crying.

There was even a twinge of redness on Dash's rear.

The same tint the Shys had to put on their foals' hindquarters from time to time.

As Rainbow Dash obeyed (all the disobedience spanked right out of her rump), Mrs. Shy got a good look at Windy Whistles' hoofiwork.

Really though, she could tell even from the front.

A mother knows.

Fluttershy's ears fluttered in embarrassment at being called out

She was just standing in the corner, snout firmly planted in the cloud walls

Mrs. Shy flew over Rainbow Dash so she was looking at Rainbow's rear-end.

(Squeak!)

Fluttershy did not like hearing that.

 

Again, Dash dared not disobey. The two went to the kitchen.

she pointed

(gulp)

Forehooves uncomfortably contorted and aching likewise, time passed slowly for Rainbow Dash. She thought about how torn-up her friend's rump looked, and how Zephyr seemed to have escaped a spanking entirely. He did get smacked with thorny switches, she thought. Spanking a cut-up tush is just torture, she decided.

Eventually (a little shorter than a full corner time, Rainbow Dash believed), the foals were called for dinner.

(Maybe Rainbow's mom would think all this time was punishment. Good to rack up easy pity points.)

 

Mr. Shy came to the dinner table first, his foals and Rainbow Dash arrived soon after.

Mrs. Shy pulled a chair from another room and squeezed it in-between the two Shy siblings' spots.

Mr. Shy was seated, and Mrs. Shy was bringing the last dish to the table. Yet all three of the foals were standing up next to their table settings.

Fluttershy felt it couldn't hurt to ask. Dash, a guest and a red-bottomed one at that, was in the awkward position of not knowing what to do. She definitely was in no mood to sit.

Zephyr whined.

 

Rainbow and Fluttershy sat down, wincing as their punished posteriors made contact with their chairs. Fluttershy's dad tried to coax his son into sitting.

Zephyr Breeze pressed his luck.

Finally, Zephyr swept his tail aside and sat down, just as painfully as he was expecting it to be.

He tried everything he could to find a comfortable seating position, his co-conspirators not much calmer.

Smiling next to her husband as she sat across from the three young ponies, she took in the scene.

 

Rainbow Dash tried to eat quickly so she could part ways with Mrs. Shy's parenting techniques. Mrs. Shy included her at every opportunity, however:

She looked at Fluttershy.

Mrs. Shy blushed and held her husband's hoof.

 

Dash's mouth went wide open. Fluttershy was mortified.

Zephyr Breeze just gagged. The other two were shocked at the suggestion. Having foals was out of the question, and inflicting the same red backsides they were currently wearing on anypony else was unthinkable. Maybe the flight camp bullies.

Mrs. Shy changed the subject, but it was not much better for the foals.

Mrs. Shy added:

(That much?!)

 

Rainbow Dash finished her food quickly, but eventually forgot she was trying to escape. The Shys were good hosts when they weren't disciplining her.

The young Shys were keenly interested in Rainbow as she walked to the door and outside. Her chastised bottom looked painful, but all three foals felt they had received the worst punishment. Foals always do. They knew they would compare tushies tomorrow.

For tonight, their punishment was finally over.