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How many times had her father bucked at her? Fluttershy didn't remember, but her eye was blackened, her nose bloodied. Ever since her mother- Wing Song- had passed away in the tragic accident that had rendered her wings useless, her father had gotten worse and worse. The beatings had started slowly, but soon became an everyday occurrence. Tears fell from her eyes and the filly knew she couldn't face all the other ponies in her Flight School at Cloudsdale. They would assume she had been beaten by a bully.

Luckily the young filly had learned to fly after falling to the ground a while back. That experience had also earned her, her cutie mark. So now she was able to spend time on the ground when she felt too weary to face the other young ponies in her class. Currently though, she hurt all over and her belly rumbled. After her father had fallen into his depression over her mother he had stopped working as much, so the income was low. Fluttershy's schooling was pre-paid by a fund her mother had set up, but in terms of food, the filly almost never got enough.

A small furry paw prodding her side drew the crying pony from her thoughts and she turned to look to Angel. Angel was the small bunny who seemed to have claimed Fluttershy as his owner. Fluttershy didn't mind. Sometimes the bunny even helped her overcome some of her many fears. She furrowed her brows at Angel, seeing that the bunny seemed to want her to look at something.

Fluttershy followed his pointing paw towards a massive apple acreage. Her aquamarine eyes narrowed despite the stinging pain. When she realized what Angel wanted the filly scowled and shook her head. "No Angel, that's stealing," she squeaked.

The bunny didn't seem to care much that it was stealing to take some apples. He narrowed his eyes and pointed again, now tapping his hind foot impatiently. Fluttershy knew he wanted what was best for her, but she felt uncertainty in her heart. What if she got caught? Though, when she saw how insistent he was, she sighed and did as Angel had silently ordered.

The filly hauled herself to her hooves and padded towards the apple farm, weak wings folded to her back. Her head was low, pink mane covering the completely swollen shut black eye. She didn't want to be caught and she knew it was wrong, but the hunger pangs were too much to bare. Besides, her ribs were showing and there seemed to be more than enough. Surely taking a few apples for herself couldn't hurt. She would just take ones that had already fallen, she was too weak to buck the trunk and didn't know if she would be fit to fly later if she did now.

Fluttershy had just finished a fifth apple when suddenly she felt the sunlight being blocked by something. The timid filly turned around and that was when she spotted him. A big red stallion that appeared a couple of years older than her. Her eyes stretched as wide as they could provided how badly injured they were. She felt her heart fluttering painfully in her chest and her throat tightened. Shame filled her from ears to pink tail tip and she lowered her head, flinching from the male.

"P- please don't hurt me," she whimpered pathetically.

The larger pony was paused, brows furrowing as if he didn't know what to do. Fluttershy was tensed, prepared for him to turn and buck her for stealing apples.

The large stallion did turn, but instead of bucking Fluttershy, bucked a tree trunk. The filly watched as bright red apples fell all around them. She blinked her wonderment at the big colt, fresh tears having fallen from her eyes from her fear. The large stallion offered a weak smile. "Eat up," he said in a deep, southern accented voice, "you look like you need your strength."

Fluttershy was amazed. He didn't even ask what had happened, just assumed she needed some help and gave it without a second thought. The young filly felt comforted knowing the stallion was around, and was grateful he stayed nearby while she ate. He didn't say much, but she admired how calm he seemed as he leaned against one of the apple trees. He watched over her in a way similar to how Fluttershy was always looking after her animals and it made her feel safe for the first time in a long time.

When she finished, Fluttershy limped up towards the large colt, a blush crossing her face. "T- thank you," she said in a soft whisper.

The stallion said nothing and so the filly wasn't sure if she should stay or not. Just as she turned to leave, the colt pulled her into a slightly awkward embrace. "If you ever need anything- even just someone to listen- you come see me, ya' here? You don't have to be alone," he said. The whole movement was so sudden that Fluttershy hadn't been at all expecting it and it made tears of gratitude fill her eyes. She couldn't talk- the lump in her throat was blocking all potential words. Instead she mutely nodded.

It wasn't until the filly was on her way home that she realized she had never even gotten the red stallions name...

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Mushy FlutterMacness

Well not all that mushy or anything considering Fluttershy is so badly beaten up and crap. Basically in my headcanon Fluttershy meets Big Mac because with her dad depressed and not paying attention she's underfed and needs food. So, she steals a few apples from Sweet Apple Acres. Not the usual beginning to FlutterMac, but I felt it was fitting and sweet. Also, I'm annoyed with all the fanfics that make Big Mac a real talker, because he isn't. These two I picture as having a very quiet relationship and not needing to talk much.

As for the actual drawing, I had such a great time creating it. Creating all the bruises, blood and tears was truthfully such fun. Also, it was good practice for future reference, considering most of my work is darker. Now, you may be wondering why I chose to give Fluttershy such a bad past? Simple. Because I don't think she's so timid for no reason, and I know that abused children often grow up into being extremely shy and socially awkward. It fits in my head

As a side-note, I changed Fluttershy's mom to Wing Song, a G3 pony because it made more sense :3

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Part One: You are here
Part Two: icedrift36.deviantart.com/art/…
Part Three: icedrift36.deviantart.com/art/…
Part Four: icedrift36.deviantart.com/art/…
Part Five: icedrift36.deviantart.com/art/…

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Characters (c) not me

Story idea and art (c)

Description
How many times had her father bucked at her? Fluttershy didn't remember, but her eye was blackened, her nose bloodied. Ever since her mother- Wing Song- had passed away in the tragic accident that had rendered her wings useless, her father had gotten worse and worse. The beatings had started slowly, but soon became an everyday occurrence. Tears fell from her eyes and the filly knew she couldn't face all the other ponies in her Flight School at Cloudsdale. They would assume she had been beaten by a bully.

Luckily the young filly had learned to fly after falling to the ground a while back. That experience had also earned her, her cutie mark. So now she was able to spend time on the ground when she felt too weary to face the other young ponies in her class. Currently though, she hurt all over and her belly rumbled. After her father had fallen into his depression over her mother he had stopped working as much, so the income was low. Fluttershy's schooling was pre-paid by a fund her mother had set up, but in terms of food, the filly almost never got enough.

A small furry paw prodding her side drew the crying pony from her thoughts and she turned to look to Angel. Angel was the small bunny who seemed to have claimed Fluttershy as his owner. Fluttershy didn't mind. Sometimes the bunny even helped her overcome some of her many fears. She furrowed her brows at Angel, seeing that the bunny seemed to want her to look at something.

Fluttershy followed his pointing paw towards a massive apple acreage. Her aquamarine eyes narrowed despite the stinging pain. When she realized what Angel wanted the filly scowled and shook her head. "No Angel, that's stealing," she squeaked.

The bunny didn't seem to care much that it was stealing to take some apples. He narrowed his eyes and pointed again, now tapping his hind foot impatiently. Fluttershy knew he wanted what was best for her, but she felt uncertainty in her heart. What if she got caught? Though, when she saw how insistent he was, she sighed and did as Angel had silently ordered.

The filly hauled herself to her hooves and padded towards the apple farm, weak wings folded to her back. Her head was low, pink mane covering the completely swollen shut black eye. She didn't want to be caught and she knew it was wrong, but the hunger pangs were too much to bare. Besides, her ribs were showing and there seemed to be more than enough. Surely taking a few apples for herself couldn't hurt. She would just take ones that had already fallen, she was too weak to buck the trunk and didn't know if she would be fit to fly later if she did now.

Fluttershy had just finished a fifth apple when suddenly she felt the sunlight being blocked by something. The timid filly turned around and that was when she spotted him. A big red stallion that appeared a couple of years older than her. Her eyes stretched as wide as they could provided how badly injured they were. She felt her heart fluttering painfully in her chest and her throat tightened. Shame filled her from ears to pink tail tip and she lowered her head, flinching from the male.

"P- please don't hurt me," she whimpered pathetically.

The larger pony was paused, brows furrowing as if he didn't know what to do. Fluttershy was tensed, prepared for him to turn and buck her for stealing apples.

The large stallion did turn, but instead of bucking Fluttershy, bucked a tree trunk. The filly watched as bright red apples fell all around them. She blinked her wonderment at the big colt, fresh tears having fallen from her eyes from her fear. The large stallion offered a weak smile. "Eat up," he said in a deep, southern accented voice, "you look like you need your strength."

Fluttershy was amazed. He didn't even ask what had happened, just assumed she needed some help and gave it without a second thought. The young filly felt comforted knowing the stallion was around, and was grateful he stayed nearby while she ate. He didn't say much, but she admired how calm he seemed as he leaned against one of the apple trees. He watched over her in a way similar to how Fluttershy was always looking after her animals and it made her feel safe for the first time in a long time.

When she finished, Fluttershy limped up towards the large colt, a blush crossing her face. "T- thank you," she said in a soft whisper.

The stallion said nothing and so the filly wasn't sure if she should stay or not. Just as she turned to leave, the colt pulled her into a slightly awkward embrace. "If you ever need anything- even just someone to listen- you come see me, ya' here? You don't have to be alone," he said. The whole movement was so sudden that Fluttershy hadn't been at all expecting it and it made tears of gratitude fill her eyes. She couldn't talk- the lump in her throat was blocking all potential words. Instead she mutely nodded.

It wasn't until the filly was on her way home that she realized she had never even gotten the red stallions name...

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Mushy FlutterMacness

Well not all that mushy or anything considering Fluttershy is so badly beaten up and crap. Basically in my headcanon Fluttershy meets Big Mac because with her dad depressed and not paying attention she's underfed and needs food. So, she steals a few apples from Sweet Apple Acres. Not the usual beginning to FlutterMac, but I felt it was fitting and sweet. Also, I'm annoyed with all the fanfics that make Big Mac a real talker, because he isn't. These two I picture as having a very quiet relationship and not needing to talk much.

As for the actual drawing, I had such a great time creating it. Creating all the bruises, blood and tears was truthfully such fun. Also, it was good practice for future reference, considering most of my work is darker. Now, you may be wondering why I chose to give Fluttershy such a bad past? Simple. Because I don't think she's so timid for no reason, and I know that abused children often grow up into being extremely shy and socially awkward. It fits in my head

As a side-note, I changed Fluttershy's mom to Wing Song, a G3 pony because it made more sense :3

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Part One: You are here
Part Two: icedrift36.deviantart.com/art/…
Part Three: icedrift36.deviantart.com/art/…
Part Four: icedrift36.deviantart.com/art/…
Part Five: icedrift36.deviantart.com/art/…

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Characters (c) not me

Story idea and art (c)