Fluttershy Laugh Novels & Stories

She raises a hand before putting four fingers down as a means of asking for a minute. “What's wrong?” I demand. She shakes her head before turning away from me, the muffled sniffles still escaping. “Tanya,” I call as I hurry to her front in worry. “What-” The wretch. She is not crying. She is laughing. “Hahaha,” she gasps out as she crumbles to the floor. “I am sorry,” she begs as she succumbs once more to the hysterics “I am glad one of us is amused,” I growl at her.