Fetish-shy, Skinning

> morning
> morning routine
> knock on the door
> fluttershy with a knife
Fluttershy, I thought we've been over this. Killing is not my fetish.
> "no anon, it's different this time, may I come in?"
> skeptically allow it
> "Watch this"
> she proceeds to carve her own skin off
> a grueling process which she pulls off without a single hint of pain
> throughout the ordeal, I duck behind a kitchen counter to heave my breakfast back up
> she starts from the belly and works up
> after she's removed the top of her head, she carves down the second half
> leaving the piece of skin near her marehood to be peeled off last.
> she's now a pony made of completely muscle and bone
> I'm not a heaving wreck in the fetal position on the floor
> she walks over to me, I hear a stretching sound as her muscles contract to transport her.
> she stops right next to me and looks at me
> I see a monster out of a horror movie
> her eyes, without skin, appear to be bulging out of her head
> they are bloodshot
> "Are you alright anon?"
I'll......hrp....be fine
> "don't you like it? I thought maybe skinning would be your fetish...."
No, no I can say I like your skin
> "so you don't like it?"
> you know that saying about how it takes 12 muscles to frown, but only 7 to smile?
> I counted
> it actually take 14 to frown
Please get your skin back fluttershy
> the stretching sound rings through my ears as she walks over and retrieves her skin pieces
> she walks out the door carrying them
> I notice an extra piece
What part of her body is she going to be missing?
> look at it a little bit, and immediately know
> open the door, fluttershy is only a little ways away
> crumple it up in a ball and throw it at her
Don't forget your vagina!