blindanon's seeing-eye fluttershy by JohnColt part 2

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/26267131/#26321906

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>“No!”
>Fluttershy suddenly cries out and digs into the leash towards the street.
>What's going on?
>You yank her back as much as the elasticity of the leash allows it.
“Fluttershy! Wha-?”
>Your question was cut short as you hear the screeching sound of car breaks.
>Not just regular breaking but full stunt.
>Followed by a faint 'bock'-sound.
>Something has been hit!
>The breaks weren't meant for Fluttershy...
>“No-oo...”
>She sobs out a 'no', clearly beginning to cry.
>Did something get hit? Someone?
>Fuck, fuck, fuck...
>Even though she was breathing incoherently, she continues to dig into the leash to lead you onto the road.
>You let her.
>“we- we have to help. M-Master... please...”
“Did someone get hit by a car?”
>“Y-yes...”
>Well, shit.
>Panic settles into you again.
>The only thing worse than helplessness was contributing to someone else's.
>You can't help them...
>No! Stay focused. You can do first aid, and even though you're without eyesight you can instruct someone.
“Who? How old? Was it a child?”
>You inquire, but she doesn't answer through her trying to control her sobs.
>The sound of traffic died down and you dare to venture onto the street.
>You don't live in too big of a city, so you should be fine...
>A car door gets slammed shut a beside you, someone steps out and you hear a woman address you.
>”I tried to brake, but she just ran in front of me, I...”
>She ran out in front of her?
>Please no child, please no child...
>Wait a minute...
>Something's wrong...
>The woman's tone was somewhat calm for just running over a child.
>And you don't hear crying.
>Well... you DO hear crying, but it's Fluttershy's.
>She broke out crying once she had reached... probably a little critter.
>A weight drops from your chest you didn't even know was there.
“How does it look, Fluttershy?”
>After some more crying she managed to confirm your suspicion.
>“I-I saw it just... and the car...It- it's dead, M-Master... ”

>She breaks out crying after confirming the critters death.
>Your toes curl up and you bite your lip.
“So... is it a cat, or..?”
>“Yes, it was.”
>The driver had answered you.
>You sigh.
>You adored the shit out of cats as a kid, never had one though.
>Deep breath, come on.
“Okay.. report the accident to the police, then call the department of sanitation then. They have a dead animal pickup division.”
>“The police?”
“Yes, or do you want this to be a hit and run. This is most likely a beloved family pet. Admitting mistakes always looks good.”
>“But my insura-”
>You cut her off.
“Fluttershy, read this cars number plate out loud, and try to remember it.”
>You 'stare' toward the woman, figuratively not letting her out of your eye.
>You can't actually stop her from running, but you hope you were intimidating enough.
>“Alright, alright.”
>It sounds like she was getting her phone out and starts to dial.
>For reasons you feel the need to listen into the “911 what's your emergency” to make sure she had actually dialed the right number.
>You sigh of relief.
>Justice begins with the small things.
>You crouch down to pet Fluttershy's back.
>She was really taken by this cat's death.
>You... damn it-... You're tearing up too by how Fluttershy reacts to it.
“Fluttershy... we need to leave.”
>Her answer is only a whimper but you understood her reluctance.
“It's unhygienic, Fluttershy... And we are blocking traffic.”
>She sniffles, but understands you, however much she dislikes the fact that she has to leave the cat.
“There's... a park nearby, if you want to rest.”
>You stand up again and take the lead.
>Fluttershy halfheartedly follows you.
>It takes quite a distance for her to be in front of you again to do her job.