Disclaimer: I do not own My little Pony: FiM, Hasbro, or Lauren Faust.
Note: For those of you who have read my other story Together, Forever, this may be a bit of a repeat.
It had been three years since Pinkie Pie's death, and slowly but surely, Ponyville had recovered. Everytime someone threw a party, it was like the pink pony was there with them.
Rainbow Dash had burst into Twilight's room, tears streaming down her face. "It…it's Fluttershy!" she had sobbed. Without another word, Twilight had rushed out of her house, and into Rarity's boutique. Twilight had rushed in, and had run to Fluttershy's side.
The five ponies were surrounding the pegasus pony while she was lying on her bed. Her coat was stretched over her body, each bone sticking prominently out of her body. Her vibrant pink mane was now dull, and the feathers on her once beautiful wings had either fallen out, or were tattered.
"You can't die Fluttershy! You can't!" Rarity wailed, sobbing her heart out. It was a well known fact that Rarity and Fluttershy were the best of friends. There spa dates had become more of a tradition then a regular get-together. Tears fell from everypony's eyes. Rainbow Dash had completely lost it, sobbing and collapsing into a feathered heap on the floor. Applejack was next, burrowing her nose into Rainbow's mane.
Twilight tucked Fluttershy's favorite stuffed animal into the dying pegasus's hooves. Rarity was beside herself, and had been crying a good part of the night. Twilight was the last to go, mainly because she wanted to give her friends support, but when Fluttershy gently hugged them all, she completely lost it, and started to sob uncontrollably.
"Just….rem….remember…." Fluttershy managed to say. "I…I love every one…of you…" the yellow pony said. Tears were streaming down her face. "Life….will….go…on…without…me…" she said softly. "But….I'll…miss…you…I…love…you….all…."
Those were the last words that the pegasus pony ever spoke. "I love you too Fluttershy." Twilight said softly, pressing her nose into Fluttershy's mane. "Never forget that. Never…." The five friends sat next to the bed all night, and most of the morning, their noses in the pony's cold fur. They comforted each other, and recalled fond memories they had with the pony.
That night had found the four friends along with Princess Celestia and Luna, standing at the grave site. Fluttershy's grave had been dug next to Pinkie Pie's and the following phrase had been engraved in the yellow pony's gravestone. "Fluttershy. A pony who always had something kind to say, no matter what the situation."
Twilight was shocked that two of her friends had gone so quickly, and they were so young. Pinkie Pie had been 32, and Fluttershy was 35. An analysis of her body had shown she had been bitten a poisonous snake, and the venom had worked too quickly for the doctors to have been able to deliver the antidote in time, so they let her spend her last hours with her friends.
Twilight raised her head to the sky, and felt the soft rain cascade down on her face, washing away her tears. Her violet eyes scanned the sky, and she saw the constellation she was looking for. Three butterflies and three party balloons. Princess Luna had done something she hadn't done for a three years; create a new constellation. The last time she had done that was when Pinkie Pie had died.
Twilight had lowered her head, and sat with the rest of her friends. Tonight, they would mourn.