Most ponies would not call Fluttershy a slob. That said, there are a few things that could stand to be straightened up if she's going to have company.

"He may be horrible, but that doesn't mean we have to act the same way," she says, partly to herself and partly to her friends, who followed her - well, them - 'just in case'. "We should at least try to be hospitable."

Okay, one more check of the room, and - oh! "You don't mind giving up your favorite spot on the couch, do you, Angel Bunny?" she asks, hopeful.

Alas, the rabbit in question does seem to mind. He races over to said couch, which Discord is currently occupying, and tries to assert his claim. But the strength of a rabbit isn't up to the task of moving a chaos spirit who doesn't want to budge.

Fluttershy swoops in, anxious to smooth things over. "Oh, I'm sorry about Angel. Are you all right?"

Some animals can be taken care of in Fluttershy's cottage. Others need a bit more space. Adult bears fall into the latter category, which is why she's in a nearby meadow with this one.

"Now, where does it hurt, exactly?"

The bear lets out a roar. Most ponies wouldn't get much information from it, apart from "there's a bear here", but Fluttershy isn't most ponies. She can tell what he means, even if it isn't in words.

It sounds pretty serious. She darts off, ducking under the bear's torso, and then turns around for a flying leap at his back. Hooves may not be the most precise of instruments, but skillfully applied they can do a world of good. Fluttershy's speed knocks him to the ground, allowing her to grab his hindpaw and haul on it to loosen his spine. She does her best to ignore the bear's protests - yes, it hurts, but this is the way to help him. He'll feel better in juust a minute, as soon as she can...

With a grunt of effort, she wrenches his head around, hearing the vertebrae pop. When she lets go, the bear falls in a heap, clearly much more relaxed than when he arrived.

(Not far away, a certain unicorn has been watching with growing disbelief. Twilight shakes her head. "How can this be happening?" she asks, pacing in agitation. "Of all the days she had she had to stop being such a scaredy-pony, she had to pick today! What am I going to do?" Whatever she can do, it's clearly not going to be here, so she leaves in search of another problem.)

Fluttershy gently settles onto the bear's back and begins kneading his shoulders. "You really should've come to me sooner," she remarks. "You were carrying so much tension in that shoulder."

The bear is probably not listening, as his only utterance is a moan of appreciation and contentment.