Thirty Minute Pony Stories

The fillies showed no sings of leaving.  Fluttershy paled slightly. She sighed, trying to find the right words for the trio.  She couldn’t find the guile to trick the fillies.

“Can’t you ask Twilight Sparkle?” Fluttershy asked.

Scootaloo shook her head. Sweetie Belle said that the books they needed were in Canterlot. Apple Bloom shrugged.

Fluttershy found their stubbornness distressing. They came to her shed with questions, and expected answers. The least she could do was satiate their hungry minds.

“Well, I-I don’t know if I’m a-a pony who can answer all that, but what do you want to, uh, know?” Fluttershy sighed.

“How do birds fall in love?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Hey! I was gonna ask first, remember?” Scootaloo said.

“How do birds fall in love?” Fluttershy repeated. She nodded her head as she looked out the window. Her head facing away from the three, she let out a sigh of relief. Fluttershy thought that they were going to ask another question.

“That’s simple.” Fluttershy said with a smile.

“Some birds use songs to find a mate. That’s why they’re so loud in the spring, because the bird with the best song is the one to find a mate, and the ones without mates keep singing until they find one.”

“But how come some birds don’t sing?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Some birds use their feathers. Do you know why peacocks they’re as colorful as us ponies? Because some birds think that those with the brightest, most cleanest feathers are the best mate. In fact,” she continued with a newfound sense of excitement, “some birds make nests, or do dances to find mates! It’s really exciting!”

“What’s a ‘mate?’” Apple Bloom asked.

Fluttershy bit her tongue. Her enthusiastic expression gave way to a look of apprehension.

I used that word.

But there was no way to describe mating rituals without that word. Mate. The fillies didn’t know that word. That means more questions. And that means more things to tell them, more things for Fluttershy to teach. And that means they had to know that.

“Um,” Fluttershy stammered, “I don’t know.”

“But you used it a lot!” Scootaloo said. “Can’t you tell us?”

Beads of sweat gathered around Fluttershy’s face. Her eyes shot to the right and tensely bit her lip. She shook her head, feigning ignorance. She made a frown of self-disappointment.

“That’s what it said in the book.” She said as she hid her face away from the fillies.

“What? You mean there’s a book we have to read?”

Fluttershy slowly nodded.

“I, uh, told you about that, didn’t I? I said ask-“

When Fluttershy looked up, the fillies were gone. The door was left open.

They’d be gone for a couple of hours, Fluttershy thought, hopefully they’ll get bored of their search.

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BSB Comments:

Huh. I wonder why the CMC were so interested in bird love? Maybe they all have their eye on some cute little filly in their classroom~ Heh. Fluttershy being so awkward about the birds and the bees was pretty funny, and I doubt that the CMC will let this go until they find out. Oh well, it’s something everypony must learn at some point in their lives! Good work!