The clip clop clip clop of Fluttershy's hooves start to grate on Rarity's nerves. But the white unicorn eyes Fluttershy as calmly as she can, gritting her teeth while grinding them against one another as her blonde friend prances about back and forth, getting supplies for her bag.
"I need some scarves, he'll be cold.. And... oh my..."
"Please dear," says Rarity, "all your pacing is giving me a headache. You friend... uh... what was his name?"
"Golly," says Fluttershy, her face paling red. "I don't know. Ophelia was calling him "Razor" but I'm not sure what he's really called. I wonder if that's his name or not. I..."
Rarity comes up before her, placing a hoof over her friend's mouth. "Please Fluttershy, your... Razor... is probably alright. He's just..."
"Oh no," says the pegasus, pushing Rarity's hoof from her mouth. "I'm sure he's not alright. How he slammed into the wall... You should have seen it! He..."
"It's okay," says Rarity. "That brute of a mare will get what's coming to her. You'll see. You should really leave this to the authorities or..."
"Oh no," says her friend, fluttering past and grabbing the satchel from the seat with her teeth. "I couldn't do that," she says, swinging the bag onto her shoulder. "He's a friend and a ... unique one at that."
"Yes..." says Rarity, not feeling at all sure about this and dabbing Fluttershy's right eye with some ice.
"Ow!" yelps the yellow mare, putting a hoof to her eye.
"Really," says Rarity, putting her hoofs to her hips. "How could you let that mare do this to you? Giving you a black eye! You should tell Rainbow Dash and.."
"No," says Fluttershy, closing her eyes and holding Rarity's hoof sternly. "No. I can't do that. He's my responsibility and it's my fault he's in this position. You understand?"
The yellow pony looks at her with such imploring eyes, big and watery and Rarity sighs, conceding defeat. Trying to bite back tears, she gives her friend a hug. "Just be careful. I don't want that brute laying another hoof on you."
Fluttershy returns the hug, pressing Rarity tightly. "I will," she whispers. "Don't worry."
With this she opens the door that makes a horrid screeching noise. Biting her lip, she says "I'll fix that when I get back."
"Don't worry about it," says Rarity, "just bring back your friend. I'm very excited to meet a colt who has my Fluttershy's eye."
"Yeah..." says Fluttershy, looking away. "About that. He's not a colt."
"What?" says Rarity, gasping, her eyes bulging. "Then... what is he?"
"Bye!" says her friend, suddenly zipping into the clouds well out of sight from Rarity's gaze.
"But... if he's not a colt... what could he be?" she says, worry taking over her feeling as she bites down on her hoof, now very agitated. "She can't be... oh my... Fluttershy... you never told me... Oh my..."
She rubs her chin and thinks, "but she said "he" so who or what can it be?"
Fluttershy's wings beat at the air rapidly, the wind ripping through her mane. She blinks away tears as the air tears at her still sensitive eye, gritting her teeth and not even noticing how fast she's actually going. She appears a yellow blur on the ground and the only thoughts passing through her mind are, I hope he's alright. This is all my fault. I should have been stronger and stood up to her. Fluttershy... you doormatt!
On the ground floor a predator rises from the grasses, eying the pony suspiciously. The pony is moving at incredible speed looking for all the world like a blur of yellow in the sky. Ulna narrows her eyes against the glare of the bright sun and lowers her snout back to the earth.
Lews had been here she thinks. The musk of his odor is still strong along with an odor of fear and ... sex? She pushes back and leans back in, absorbing more of the scent.
There is definitely raptor scent mixed in the earth here. A sexual arousal of phermones released into the thin air but there is also the scent of a mare's sex here. Her own heat wetting the ground thickly. And no female raptor?
She grunts, the images coming to her mind feeling uncomfortable. Even if he hasn't had success with her he wouldn't stoop to that level... would he?...
Her lips curls into a snarl, the thought twisting her insides. She raises her head to the winds watching the grasses blow. The scent heads west, deeper into Ponyville. Her eyes narrowed she trots in that direction, keeping Lews' scent close to her.
She'd get to the bottom of this, one way or another!
