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- >Your insides still burn with anger.
- IGNIS!
- >You shout, your catharsis echoing loudly off the walls.
- >You throw a fireball quickly and furiously against the practice slab.
- >It slams and sizzles against the target, leaving behind ripples of heat that mix with the previous residue.
- >You shout again, and careen another fireball.
- >It misses the slab, scorching the wall.
- >You lower your hand, and take a moment to pant a few times.
- >...
- >Damn it!!
- >You whip your blade from your sheathe and stomp toward the human-shaped wooden dummies Twilight constructed days ago.
- >The steel slams down onto the shoulder of one, then slides out violently to the right, embedding into the neck of the other.
- >You lift your leg and boot the dummy hard, collapsing the construct into pieces and freeing your sword.
- >Without even looking, you just throw your weapon at the other.
- >The side of it hits the dummy, and the sword falls to the ground with a clink.
- >You walk away briskly from the blade training area, breathing heavily.
- >...
- >...
- >You dig your hands into your scalp.
- >How could this happen?
- >You thought you were friends.
- >Mentor and student.
- >A bond of trust.
- >And she's simply disregarding your account?
- >Not even bothering to CONSIDER it?
- >...
- >This is beyond frustrating.
- >If Twilight won't believe you, no one will.
- >You're stuck, telling a truth no one will accept.
- >No matter how much you plea that it's so.
- >...
- >You take a deep breath.
- >...Calm down, Anonymous.
- >...Anger will get you nowhere.
- >This is most unbecoming of you.
- >...
- >You scowl a bit.
- >You can simmer down anger after a little time.
- >But frustration lasts an eternity.
- >...
- >No.
- >No one will believe you.
- >You walk back over to the training area, picking up your sword and sheathing it.
- >So you'll have to see the one other person who knows it happened.
- >...
- >Fluttershy.
- >From the source.
- >...You need to find out what's going on.
- >You rest your hand on your blade.
- >...It may not be the safest thing.
- >But she can't overpower you.
- >...That sweet yellow mare must be in there somewhere.
- >You take your leave, climbing the stairs back up to the main floor.
- >You creak the door open, and with the exit in sight, make your way across the room.
- >"...Anon!" you hear from the second floor.
- >You exhale.
- >Twilight comes galloping over.
- >"Anon, please!"
- Not now, Twilight.
- >You really don't want to deal with this at the moment.
- >You're still angry.
- >But right now, it's more of a...
- >...Disappointed feeling.
- >"Anon, it's not that I don't believe, you, it's--"
- Twilight.
- >She catches her tongue.
- >You look her in the eyes.
- I don't wish to hear it. Please, keep your comments to yourself.
- >She just looks at you.
- >Eyes trembling.
- >You exhale again.
- >And look to the door.
- I'm going out.
- >You say, opening the door to a midnight engrossed P0nyville.
- >"Wh-Where are you going?" she says, lifting a hoof.
- It need not concern you.
- >You exit the library, and close the door behind you.
- >You begin to make your way across town, not looking back.
- >The thoughts of earlier in the night flow back to your mind.
- >...
- >And the subtle anger as well.
- >It hazes your thoughts a bit.
- >You step with long, quick strides.
- >Like a steam engine running on emotion.
- >The cottage soon comes into view through the thin horizon of trees.
- >The quiet, peaceful sound of the brook contrasts the feelings you hold.
- >You hardly notice the decimated, splintered trees close to the cottage as you approach the door and knock hard.
- >...
- >No answer.
- >You knock again, louder.
- >...
- >...She did fly out the window at the hospital.
- >It's very possible she didn't come home at all.
- >...Hmm.
- >You grip the handle, and spin it to the right.
- >...No resistance.
- >...Alright then.
- >You push, and the door slowly creaks open.
- >...Oh, my.
- >The cottage has definitely seen better days.
- >Animal food is spread around sporadically throughout the living room.
- >The floor is covered in droppings.
- >Feathers, fur, and shed skin litter the area.
- >You slowly walk in, and close the door behind you.
- >Someone hasn't been taking very good care of this residence.
- >You look around, something on the ground catching your eye.
- >You crouch down and pick it up.
- >...A yellow feather.
- >...Well, it isn't abandoned.
- >You stand back up, and look to the ceiling.
- Miss Fluttershy?
- >You call.
- >...No answer.
- Miss Fluttershy! I must speak with you!
- >...Still silence.
- >Seems like no one's home.
- >You grit your teeth a little bit.
- >...Then sigh.
- >Who knows where she could be.
- >You turn back around to walk toward the door...
- >...But a thumping grabs your attention.
- >Spinning your head back around, you see a small white rabbit bounce down the stairs.
- >You raise your eyebrow, and turn back around to face him.
- >He hops over, and starts waving his little hands toward you.
- >...Hmm.
- Hello.
- >You say, crouching down to his level.
- Where is Miss Fluttershy?
- >He makes all kinds of weird motions and gestures.
- >...You understand none of it.
- >...
- Mr. Rabbit, please.
- >He stops.
- Is she not here?
- >He slumps a bit, then shakes his head.
- >...
- WAS she here?
- >He perks up a little, and nods his head frantically.
- Do you know where she is?
- >...He shakes his head again.
- >...Gone, it seems.
- >But clearly still somewhere around P0nyville.
- >...Where could she be?
- >You secure your saddlebags in place, and take a deep breath.
- >Really force that smile, or else this may not work.
- >You just saw Anonymous take off across town.
- >You'll be safe for at least a little while.
- >You lift up your hoof and knock on the library door.
- >...
- >It opens slowly.
- >A rather down looking Twilight Sparkle is there to greet you.
- >But when she locks eyes with you, her entire expression changes.
- >"Fluttershy?" she gasps.
- >You get to work with that smile.
- >"Where... Where were you!?"
- >She flings the door open completely.
- >"We were worried sick!"
- I'm sorry, Twilight...
- >You say, meekly like she knows you should.
- I've been in the Everfree Forest for such a long time... I just lost track of time...
- >She looks at you, so surprised.
- >It's like she doesn't know what to say.
- I... I was wondering if maybe we could talk...?
- >Twilight changes expressions.
- >Her face contorting to a more worried look.
- >This is no longer a surprise for you.
- >"...At this hour?"
- >You nod happily.
- >"...Well, I suppose... I mean..."
- >She leans over and peers out behind you.
- >"...I think I may have something to talk to you about anyway."
- >Something churns in your stomach.
- O-Of course, Twilight...
- >An unintentional stutter.
- >...What did Anonymous say?
- May I come in?
- >"...Yes, of course, Fluttershy."
- >She steps out of the way, and you trot into the library.
- >You place your saddlebags down on the table.
- Where's Anonymous?
- >You ask, playing dumb.
- >Twilight sighs, and walks over to the couch, sitting down.
- >"That's... actually what I wanted to talk to you about."
- Oh?
- >Twilight hangs her head.
- >"We... kind of had a fight. He's really upset with me right now."
- >You gasp.
- Oh no...
- >She nods slowly.
- >"I don't know where he went off to..."
- >She sniffs.
- >"I... I feel like it's all my fault..."
- >You tsk at her softly.
- You poor dear... here, would you want me to make you some tea?
- >You hold back your grin.
- >Your tea is absolutely delectable.
- >Everyp0ny loves it.
- >Twilight brings her head up, eyes meeting yours, and smiles.
- >"That... would be wonderful. Thank you, Fluttershy."
- >You happily smile to her, and reach into your saddlebags, grabbing your tea ingredients.
- Of course, Twilight,
- >You say, making your way through the door to the kitchen.
- I'll have it here as soon as possible!
- >You push your way through the door, and place your assortment on the counter.
- >You begin heating the kettle.
- >As the water starts warming up, you prepare the tea.
- >Your standard, homemade recipe.
- >...Only...
- >You laugh a little, reaching over to the small bag Zecora has gifted you with.
- >As the water begins to boil, you place the tea inside, and open the bag, sprinkling a little powder in as well.
- >...Perfect.
- >You seal it back up and place it aside, and prepare the tea as normal.
- >When it is finally ready, you pour a steaming cup, and carry it out to Twilight.
- >The mare is lying down on the couch solemnly.
- Here you go, Twilight.
- >You mumble through your teeth, placing the cup and plate down on the table.
- >You step back a few paces and smile.
- >She raises her head, and smiles weakly at you.
- >"Thanks Fluttershy... really."
- >She charges her horn, and levitates the cup of tea over to her.
- >"You're the best."
- >She takes a sip.
- >...You watch intently.
- >...She lowers the cup from her lips.
- >...
- >"It's delicious as always, Fluttershy."
- >You crack a smile.
- Anything for you, Twilight. Now drink up, you're feeling blue.
- >She sighs, and nods, taking another sip.
- Now... What did you want to talk about?
- >Maybe you can get some information out of her before the effects set in.
- >She sighs again, and lowers the cup once more.
- >"...Fluttershy, you were gone all of today, right?"
- >You nod.
- >"You weren't at the hospital at all?"
- The hospital? No, I never went there.
- >She nods slowly, and takes another sip.
- >"...But why would he lie?"
- >Your ears perk up.
- Lie? Who? Did Anonymous lie about something?
- >Twilight downs the rest of the tea, and levitates the cup back to the plate.
- >"Well... I'd like to think he was lying..."
- >She rubs her forehoof lightly with her other.
- >"...Look, the accusation isn't exactly... clean. Are you sure you want to hear it?"
- >Isn't exactly clean...?
- >...
- >You narrow your eyes.
- ...No, that's okay.
- >She looks towards you, confused.
- >"R-Really? Are you sure? It... kind of involves you."
- >You shake your head.
- If it makes you uncomfortable, Twilight, you don't need to say it.
- >You try your best to beam a smile.
- >...
- >...He told.
- >You don't even need to hear her say it.
- >The surrounding information is enough.
- >But did you expect anything less?
- >...You smirk a bit.
- >Well, clearly Twilight doesn't believe him.
- >...So it's no matter to you.
- >"Ugh... is it a little warm in here or what?"
- >You snap back to it.
- >Twilight is lightly fanning herself with her hoof.
- >Oh my.
- >That's your sign to leave the premises.
- Oh, you poor dear...
- >You say, quickly taking to the air and patting her head.
- The stress must be getting to you. You might be getting sick.
- >Twilight nods slowly.
- >"Do you think so?"
- >You smile.
- I do.
- >You rush over to the table and secure your saddlebags.
- You need your rest. We can talk more later, okay?
- >Twilight looks over to you.
- >Her eyelids falling.
- >"Are you sure...?"
- >You nod quickly.
- Positive. I'll see you later, Twilight.
- >You take to the air and quickly flutter out the front door.
- >"O-Okay..."
- >Twilight lightly waves goodbye with her hoof as you shut the door behind you.
- >Finally, out in the night air, you laugh to yourself.
- >You're absolutely giddy.
- >You fly up and around the side of the tree, stealthily positioned by the window.
- >You peer in to see Twilight, still lying on the couch, fanning herself.
- >...Perfect.
- >You'll have the perfect view.
- >Now, to wait and watch.
- >You drum the hilt of your sword with your fingers.
- >You're finally making your way through town.
- >You take a deep sigh.
- >...At least you're calmer.
- >You took the long way back to ensure it.
- >A good walk can do wonders.
- >But this whole situation still worries you.
- >Miss Fluttershy could be under the spell of some... thing.
- >And Twilight still won't believe you.
- >You can feel a hint of anger flare back up.
- >...But it dies down quickly.
- >...Oh, think with your head, Anonymous.
- >This is one of her best friends.
- >Miss Fluttershy.
- >The sweet mare she always knew.
- >She hadn't seen what she's become.
- >And how could she believe she would be capable of such an act?
- >...
- >You sigh again.
- >...Maybe it was YOU who was being unreasonable.
- >...
- >Maybe.
- >You approach the library.
- >But you still need to convince her somehow.
- >Miss Fluttershy has changed.
- >...But... not tonight.
- >You grip the door handle.
- >You're exhausted.
- >You push the door open, and close it behind you.
- >Twilight lies on the couch.
- >Seemingly asleep.
- >You stare at her for a bit.
- >...Then, proceed to your room.
- >You get about halfway there, before--
- >"...Anon?"
- >You freeze.
- >...She's still awake.
- >You exhale.
- Twilight...
- >You say.
- >You don't bother facing her.
- I... I may have been unreasonable earlier tonight. But... I'm still not in a great mood.
- >...Silence.
- >...
- I don't wish to talk about this. I just want to head to bed.
- >...
- >"...Bed."
- >...Hmm?
- >You turn your head just a little.
- >"Bed... You're going to bed...?"
- >You raise an eyebrow.
- Yes. I'm going to bed.
- >...
- >"Can... Can I join you?"
- >...What?
- >You turn around, facing her completely.
- >She's upright, looking at you over the couch.
- >Her face is flushed.
- >"I... I know this is... sudden..." she mumbles.
- >...What is she...?
- >"Oh, no... I c-can't..."
- >She slinks back into the couch.
- >"Never m-mind, Anon. I'll... ooh~"
- >What in the name of...?
- Twilight...?
- >"Anon...~"
- >Your heart skips in your chest.
- >...That tone...
- >"Ohh...~"
- >She stirs on the couch.
- >You walk slowly over.
- Twilight... Are you alright?
- >She opens her eyes, and moves them slowly to yours.
- >"We're... we're friends, right...?"
- >...
- Yes... Yes, we're friends.
- >This is... uncomfortable.
- Why are you inquiring about this?
- >She looks away, clenching her eyes once again.
- >"Anon, I never noticed... how attractive you were before..."
- >And like that...
- >It was like being punched in the gut.
- >All air seemed to be vacuumed from your lungs.
- >You take a few steps back.
- >...No.
- >...No... No way.
- >Not Twilight.
- >...Not your mentor.
- >Not Sir Shining Armor's sister....
- >...How?
- >How!?
- Twilight... What are you saying...?
- >She stands up on the couch, looking over at you.
- >Her entire face still completely flushed.
- >"Anon... Anon, I... need you."
- >You take another step back.
- Twilight, this isn't you...
- >"Please... help me. Just... just a quick..."
- >She pants.
- >"...Just a quick rut... please?"
- What are you saying!?
- >You nearly trip over a piece of furniture.
- >How did this happen!?
- >There's no way she would ever do this!
- >Twilight steps off of the couch, her legs slightly wobbling.
- >As she steps closer to you, you can see a glistening liquid drip from beneath her legs.
- >You're up against the wall.
- Twilight, stop this...
- >"Please, Anon..."
- >She approaches closer.
- >"I need this... do this for me...?"
- >You shake your head.
- You wouldn't do this. What's happened to you?
- >She approaches closer, and hops up, planting her forehoofs on your chest.
- >You recoil.
- >"...Take me..."
- >You shake your head, and grip her hooves.
- No. Twilight, I--
- >She flings your hands away from her hooves, and jumps up, knocking you off balance.
- >As you slide to the ground, she plants her lips down onto yours.
- >You cringe.
- >It feels so wrong.
- >You twist your head and break the kiss.
- Twilight, enough of this!
- >"No! I need it!"
- >She pins her hooves to your chest once more.
- >"And if you won't give it to me... I'll... I'll take it!"
- >Your eyes shoot open.
- >Those words...
- >"I'm... I'm sorry Anon!"
- >She quickly brings her lips to yours once more...
- >...But you bring your hands up swiftly, knocking her hooves from your chest, and quickly push her up and off of you.
- >She falls back a yard or two, landing on her back.
- >You quickly scramble to your feet.
- >She squirms a bit, then hops back up on her hooves.
- >You stare at each other.
- ...Yes... I am as well.
- >...
- >Her eyes narrow...
- >...
- >...
- >Her horn quickly charges, and she fires a spell at your feet.
- >You dive out of the way.
- >The spell collides with the ground, spawning a cracking, growing pillar of ice.
- >You roll on the ground and get back up on your feet.
- >But before you can even react, another spell is fired at you.
- >It hits your feet, and the same pillar begins coating your legs, freezing you in place.
- >You think on your toes.
- >Twilight comes charging.
- Ignis!
- >You throw your hand down towards the spell in effect, a scorching fireball jetting from it.
- >It hits the ice, melting it speedily and allowing you to sidestep just in time.
- >You spin around to face the wild purple p0ny.
- >Her horn charges again.
- >And fires an unknown spell toward you.
- >You duck and weave, dodging two or three spells, then throw your hand forward again.
- Ventus!
- >The wind cracks from your palm, catching loose papers and other miscellaneous items in its wake before enveloping Twilight and sending her flying back.
- >You react quickly, sprinting over to her, jumping down, and straddling her.
- >You place your palm on her forehead and--
- >...
- >Shoot! You never practiced this spell!
- >What did you do with Mr. Bear again?
- >But that wasn't even--
- >CRACK!
- >Twilight sends a spell up and into your chest.
- >You launch and arc high into the air, before crashing back down to the ground with a loud thud.
- >You groan out in pain, gritting your teeth and clenching your eyes.
- >The sound of galloping hooves brings you back to your senses.
- >You fling your eyes back open, just in time to see Twilight jump toward you.
- CONTEGO MAXIMUS!
- >You yell, swiping your arms in front and across your body.
- >The light purple shield materializes, and the p0ny crashes down on top of it, wildly pawing at the fresh barrier between you two.
- >You flex your arms and push up and to the left, flinging her from you once more.
- >She lands up on her hooves, and you quickly get back up.
- >She pants, and exhales like a bull from her nose.
- >You keep a defensive stance.
- >"...That damn magic of yours..." she mutters.
- >She breathes loudly a few more times.... before a devious smile comes to her face.
- >Your eyes widen.
- >...Oh no.
- >Twilight is a powerful unicorn.
- >...She could--!
- >Twilight charges up a spell, and fires it directly toward you.
- VENTUS!
- >You deflect the spell into the wall with your jet of wind.
- >She advances, and fires it again.
- VENTUS!
- >You call again, countering it the other way.
- >You can't let her hit you.
- >Your strongest form of defense...
- >She shoots another.
- >Again, you blow it away with your powerful wind spell.
- >You step back, trying to keep the distance between you and her as large as possible.
- >She fires again.
- CONTEGO!
- >You swipe your hand, conjuring the light purple shield.
- >The spell collides into it, dissipating over and around the shield, before it fades away.
- >Twilight grits her teeth, and continues firing.
- >"Just. Let. Me. Have. This!" she yells, firing after every word.
- >You continue to cast your shield spell, blocking each blast of magic.
- >You can feel your reserves beginning to slowly weaken.
- >Your heel finally hits the wall.
- >You quickly turn your head and look.
- >Backed into a corner...
- >You spin it around again, in time to perform another spell.
- CONTEGO!
- CONTEGO!
- Contego!
- Contego!
- >Your breath starts to get heavy.
- >But Twilight shows no signs of stopping.
- >The gap between you is closing quickly.
- >You need to strengthen your defense!
- Contego Maximus!
- >You call once more, channeling the stronger, longer-lasting shield.
- >It covers you, and you focus your mind to keep it in place.
- >Twilight scowls, and continues firing her spell.
- >It slams into the shield over and over.
- >Hit after hit keeps pressing against the physical shield you've summoned, as well as your mind.
- >The pressure pushes back your arms with each hit.
- >...Damn it!
- >This was a poor strategic decision!
- >Now you're pinned!
- >The spells keep hammering you.
- >You grit your teeth, clench your eyes, and focus all you can!
- >...But it's no use.
- >You hear a soft crackling sound from in front of you.
- >Your eyes concentrate to the center of the shield spell.
- >...Oh no...
- >One more spell collides with the shield, and it's like time has slowed down.
- >The shield shatters, shards of psychic energy spinning and shooting away from you in every direction.
- >The spell continues barreling forward through the collapsed shield, losing no momentum as it travels.
- >It slams hard into your chest and absorbs into it, pushing you back sharply into the wall behind you.
- >You crash into it, and slump down onto your knees.
- >It feels like a barrier, or a lock, has formed around the force inside you.
- >You paw at your chest.
- >...Damn it!
- >You were too careless!
- >Twilight crashes into you, slamming you against the wall once more.
- >She grinds her crotch on you, and brings her head in.
- >But you quickly grip under her forehooves and throw her off once again.
- >Well you still have your human strength.
- >Using the wall as support, you bring yourself up from your knees.
- >Twilight eyes you from across the room.
- >"...Anon~... please give up... your magic is blocked."
- >You say nothing, only pant deeply, one hand over your chest.
- >"Let me... Let me rut you... ohh, please~!"
- >She throws another spell at your feet and simultaneously charges.
- >You dive and roll out of the way, back up to your feet, and sprint across the room and up the stairs.
- >Damn it to Tartarus!
- >You'll have to think of another plan!
- >You're as good as caught without your magic!
- >You resist the urge to almost tear up as you hit the second floor.
- >What is happening to Twilight...?
- >You scramble around the room, thinking of something to do.
- >You can already hear the clopping of hooves ascending the stairwell.
- >Think, Anonymous!
- >You look up, and spot Twilight's sleeping area.
- >"Anon~!"
- >It'll have to do!
- >You sprint toward the ladder and practically run up it.
- >Spells whiz past you as you climb to the highest point inside the library.
- >You duck, and move your eyes at the speed of sound around the room.
- >Bed!
- >Sheets!
- >Comb!
- >Toothbrush!
- >Mirror!
- >--Mirror!!
- >You dive toward the dresser and snag the handheld mirror.
- >It's about the size of a ping pong paddle.
- >But it'll have to do!
- >The ladder creaks with weight as Twilight begins to ascend.
- >She climbs to the top and beams a stare right into your eyes.
- >You hold up the mirror as if it were your blade, and keep your eyes on her.
- >She pants, and slowly makes her way to you.
- >You, opposite of her, slowly twist backwards and to the right of her, trying to open the gap.
- >You two end up nearly switching places.
- >"MY bed, Anon...? Well, since we're here...~"
- Twilight!
- >You shout, almost backed into the railing.
- Come to your senses!
- >She exhales.
- >"Ahh~ Anon, please! Just once! I need you~!"
- >She takes a step.
- >You hold your ground.
- >And quickly, she shoots a spell at your chest.
- >You weave just in time to dodge it, but leave yourself open for attack.
- >She hops forward and spins around, delivering a buck right to your chest.
- >You groan loudly.
- >Your armor eats up any pain this would have caused, but the force is unreal.
- >You're sent soaring up and over the railing, falling for what seems like an eternity, before colliding with the ground on the second floor, bouncing just a little.
- >You yell in pain, lying still for a moment.
- >What a buck...
- >You're brought back to your senses when a spell slams into the ground just next to you.
- >You grip the mirror in your hand and get back up slowly.
- >"Anon, hold still..." she says, firing another shot.
- >You wave your mirror at it, whiffing, but the spell ends up missing anyway.
- >"If you don't want to... at least... let me do it to you while you're unconscious..."
- >She fires again.
- >You swat at it with the mirror.
- >It makes contact, and the spell launches over into the wall.
- >"It's... kind of my fetish~."
- Control yourself, Twilight Sparkle!
- >"I can't! I'm burning inside!"
- >She shoots another spell.
- >You duck, it barely missing you.
- >"I need a stallion!"
- >She fires again.
- >Your mirror knocks it forward, landing between the ladder's steps.
- >"I need a stallion inside me! Annoooon~!"
- >She charges, and fires one more spell.
- >You swing your mirror one last time, the spell bouncing from it.
- >It flies forward, almost perfectly straight back.
- >Twilight charges onward, directly into the path of her own reversed spell.
- >...It hits her right in the side.
- > A red aura quickly covers her, before she collapses into the ground, her momentum taking her forward a bit, and settles.
- >Without a word, she lies there.
- >...
- >...
- >You pant heavily.
- >Twilight...
- >...
- >Is...
- >...Is she alright?
- >...
- >You walk over to her slowly, and take a look.
- >...She's still breathing...
- >You scan her over.
- >Between her legs...
- >She's...
- >...Pooling...
- >You back away slowly.
- >...What the hell is happening?
- >...What the hell is happening!!
- >You look up into the air.
- >You feel like screaming.
- >Your eyes locate the window.
- >The moonlight pours in.
- >The night sky shining a--
- >...Wait.
- >You look up at the window once more.
- >A yellow flutter is visible for just a second, before it slips out of view.
- >...
- >...
- >Fluttershy...
- >Is SHE responsible for this...?
- >...
- >You clench your fists.
- >A pure rage channeling in your chest.
- >Up through your throat.
- >And out of your--
- AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!
- >You spike the mirror down onto the floor.
- >It shatters, the piercing crack filling the room around you.
- >You angrily draw your blade and charge down the stairs.
- >Into the first floor.
- >And out the front door.
- FLUTTERSHY!!
- >You yell.
- >You don't care if you wake up everybody.
- >You sprint around the entire tree.
- >But she's nowhere to be found.
- >Where did she run off to!?
- >Her house!?
- >It could be the same situation as last time!
- >...But damn it, you have no other options!
- >Hardly even thinking, you charge off into the distance towards Fluttershy's cottage once more.
- >Your anger guiding you.
- >You are Fluttershy
- >And...
- >Oh no, this wasn't supposed to happen at all...
- >How did Anonymous trump Twilight?
- >She's more powerful than him!
- >You flutter back down to the ground from behind a building.
- >...Well... you've managed to block his magic at least...
- >...But now he's madder than ever.
- >You can't face him like this.
- >You need another plan...
- >Someone else to weaken Anonymous for you...
- >...
- >But who is more powerful than he?
- >You don't think anyp0ny in P0nyville is as...
- >...
- >...In P0nyville...
- >...Of course.
- >It's perfect!
- >You flutter up to the window once more.
- >Peering in, you see her.
- >The unconscious, Estrus-ridden Twilight.
- >Her own fluids pooling from beneath her.
- >Yes...
- >...Now, where could Spike be...?
- >...Rarity's of course.
- >No time to lose!
- >You channel your inner Rainbow Dash and fly as quickly as possible to Carousel Boutique.
- >Your hooves make contact with the ground, and, forcing tears to your eyes, you knock frantically at the door.
- >Much like you anticipated, Spike is present, and answers the door.
- >He gazes upon your teary face.
- >"Fluttershy?" He says with concern in his voice. "What's wrong?"
- >You sob and sniff.
- Oh, Spike, it's horrible! There's been an incident! I need to contact Canterlot immediately! Can you take a letter?
- >Why did you think she would be here!?
- >You gaze around the cottage once more.
- >No one is here!
- >Not even the little white rabbit!
- >Of COURSE she wouldn't come to where you could find her!
- AAAAAAGGGH!
- >You throw your blade at Fluttershy's couch.
- >It stabs into the cushion, a small amount of white fluff seeping out.
- >You draw it, and slice across the furniture.
- >Over.
- >And over.
- >And over.
- >Until the cushion is completely decimated.
- >Then you move to the wooden part, chopping and hacking.
- >Screaming at the top of your lungs.
- >Getting all of it out.
- >Until the entire couch is no more.
- >...And you pant.
- >And catch your breath.
- >And sit still for a moment.
- >Trying to calm down.
- >...
- >Don't get out of hand, Anonymous.
- >You take a deep breath, and sheath your sword.
- >Fluttershy isn't here.
- >You briskly leave her cottage, and continue down the path to P0nyville.
- >Maybe she hung around the library.
- >...
- >You hope Twilight is safe.
- >...Maybe leaving her wasn't such a good idea.
- >You pick up the pace, moving at a very brisk walk.
- >Soon, you're in P0nyville square.
- >You make your way across town, and toward the library.
- >Twilight should be unconscious for a while.
- >You approach the door.
- >Hopefully whatever she's afflicted with will wear off by the time--
- >The doors slam open from the inside.
- >They rotate completely around, pegging the sides of the tree.
- >It catches you completely off guard.
- >A powerful spell is blasted right into your chest.
- >You soar backwards a good ten feet and collapse onto the ground.
- >"HOW COULD YOU!?" a voice screams.
- >It invades your ears.
- >...That's...
- >You prop yourself up with your elbow and look at your attacker.
- >A very, very, very angry Shining Armor stomps out of the library toward you.
- >His eyes are seething with hatred.
- >A low rumble of thunder reverberates through the area.
- Sir Shining Armor...
- >You mumble, stumbling back to your feet.
- What are you--
- >"Shut it!" he shouts.
- >You recoil.
- >"You scum! How could you DO such a thing!"
- >You hold your chest, panting.
- >"I trusted you!"
- Sir Shining Armor, I--
- >"Don't give me that 'Sir' crap!" he yells again, cutting you off. "To think I called you my friend!"
- >Thunder booms once more.
- >Soft droplets of water begin to pepper the ground.
- Sir, I don't know what you're talking about, I--
- >"Save it!"
- >He shoots another spell at you.
- >You weave out of the way just in time.
- >"I saw, Anonymous!"
- >He glares at you with rage.
- >"I saw Twilight in there..."
- >You pant, and shake your head.
- >No... he can't think--
- Sir, if you believe I've done something to Twilight--
- >"I saw everything!" he booms,"Terrible things! Things a stallion shouldn't see from his sister!"
- >You continue shaking your head.
- No... It's not that. It's not what it--
- >"The evidence is all there, you swine!" he yells. "Don't even try to weasel your way out of this!"
- >The rain picks up, thunder rumbling once more.
- Sir, listen to yourself! Are you so blinded?
- >You pant a couple of times.
- So concerned for your sister that you assume the worst?
- >You motion your hand to yourself.
- And from me?
- >The student he knew.
- >His friend...
- >He bares his teeth at you.
- >"I was told, Anonymous. Told from an eye witness... a friend."
- >Your blood freezes.
- >How? Who could have--
- >He closes his eyes and hangs his head.
- >"No, I didn't believe it. Not from you. Not from the 'chivalrous Anonymous.'"
- >He opens his eyes slowly and glances to the side, as if thinking.
- >Then furls his brow, and quickly glances to you.
- >"But coming here and seeing the proof for myself..."
- >He grunts, and stomps his hoof.
- >"Was this all some ploy this whole time? Putting on an act and striking when others are vulnerable? Is this what human do!?"
- Sir, listen to yourself! I would never--
- >"I knew I shouldn't have trusted such a strange creature! And I let you study with my sister! My little sister! AND YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HER WITH--!!"
- >...
- >He stops himself.
- >...
- >He closes his eyes, and breathes slowly.
- >...
- >"...Draw your sword, Anonymous."
- >You feel a pang against your heart.
- >It shivers throughout your whole body.
- >...Did...
- Sir Shining Armor...
- >"Draw it," he says, unsheathing his own blade with a metallic slide. "Draw it, or I cut you down defenseless."
- >You shake your head.
- >"DO IT!"
- Sir, I can't--!
- >You have just enough time to react, barely dodging the sword thrust forward toward you.
- >He retracts it back to himself.
- >He's seething with rage.
- >...
- >The rain escalates to a near-pour.
- >...
- >You look to him, and draw your blade, assuming a battle stance.
- >Shining Armor says nothing. He only readies his sword.
- End of Part 7
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