Well now you’ve done it. Got your other hand damaged and now it’ll need bandages too. Wait… this alligator doesn’t have any teeth. Your reflexes sure are dull, because if it did have teeth, this would have been messy considering how powerful their closing jaw muscles are. In fact, you’re having some trouble freeing your digits. Tugging slowly as not to hurt the little thing nor scare it’s owner, you sort of drag her through the air like a kite… made of a pony and a reptile. A reptile that is slobbering like you are a tasty piece of candy.
 
“…huh, well that didn’t exactly go according to plan.” You try to make this situation less awkward by conversing. “Isn’t it weird for an alligator to have no teeth?” Twisting your arm and hoping the rotation will give some sort of advantage, the pegasus follows suit. It seems like she isn’t helping in your struggle, but rather she’s not letting you get the upper hand. While she is negating your strength and attempts at leverage, you wonder why this is happening or what she’s trying to accomplish. Almost like some strange dance since there is music still being played in the background of all this. The flyer even almost stalls a few times correcting a lopsided angle. Your hand is soaked and the tongue writhes at the palm and between the fingers. “So… my name is Anonymous.” Giving up on having your hand back, you stand there and pretend this isn’t happening.
 
For awhile, the both of you just stop moving, except for her wings that flap to keep the peculiar opponent in this atypical game of tug-o-war aloft. The song is still in the air, and each note makes each second feel like forever in this ungraceful situation while it flows into the next. She avoids eye contact, looking at your current captor instead. You can’t help but think she is silently pleading it to let go. “A toothless alligator. How fortunate.” Once again trying to get a conversation going. “Does he have a name?”
 
“…Gummy.” Her voice is quiet and nearly drowned out by Lyra’s continuing melody. Still not engaged in communication as her gaze is away and what you see of her is the top of her head. “My… my name…” She takes a deep breath an exhales, as if in defeat. “…name i-is… Fluttershy.”
 
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