Fluttershy One-Shot

Fluttershy One-Shot

Just a little WHYWOULDYOUDOTHISEKITEK for anonpencil because he always writes my stupid suggestions for drunk-shots and stuff.

>day [spoiler]HAPPY BIRTHDAY AiE![/spoiler] in Ponyville
>you can't stand
>you are so far gone that you spill more alcohol on yourself than into your mouth
>completely numb, you barely register that you've fallen from your chair and are lying in a heap under your table
>another bottle soon ceases to provide you with bitter, burning liquid
>not that you could taste it anymore
>you forgot how long it's been since you've been sober
>living is now another world for "drink until unconscious, repeat step 1"
>you start to get frantic
>more
>more, you needed more
>sobbing with every image that rushes into your head yet again, you writhe and scamper towards boxes that might still contain another full bottle
>on all fours, you barely notice the tears streaming down your face as you live that dreaded day yet again

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>weeks earlier
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>knocking at your door
>you sigh
>she was early
"Fuck off, Fluttershy, whatever you're trying it's not my fetish so go back home" you call out, rolling your eyes
>there is a strange slumping sound
>was she trying to sneak in again or something?
>you sigh with exasperation and walk through your little shanty to investigate
>you try to open the door
>Fluttershy was leaning against it, keeping it closed
"Damn it, agoraphobia isn't my fetish either!" you groan
>you push the door open and Fluttershy just limply rolls over
>in a pool of her own blood
"OH GOD WHAT!?"
>you jump at the sight
>she had large cuts along her forelegs
"FLUTTERSHY?"
>"An... A-Anon..." she whimpers
"Don't move, I'll go get help!" you reply, terrorized
>Fluttershy was creepy, annoying and just a pain in the ass but she was really bleeding
>you never wished her to die or anything
>"Wait.. Anon..." she pants, looking hazily at you
>you stop and approach as she seems to move a hoof, deep gouges along along the limb weeping crimson
>taking your shirt off, you rip it in half and kneel down in a panic
>you start to wrap her gushing forelegs when you see her lips move
>they're pale, dry
>apart from your breathing, you can't hear anything but the dripping of her blood pouring to the ground
>you lean down, bringing your ear to her mouth
>"An...on... I'm sorry... I just wanted to..."
>she breathes in weakly, vacant and glazed eyes slowly shutting
>"I just wanted to... See you one more time... I want to know..."
"Don't die... Come on Flutters, don't you want to live and find out what my fetish is?"
>you were getting desperate, trying to get her to stay awake
>she whispers into your ear
>"Anon... Is... Is suicide your fetish?"
>she goes completely limp
"Fluttershy? No... No no no..." you wail quietly,
>a note slips out from under her wing, now hanging lifelessly against you
>you unfold it
>scrawled messily on the paper reads "Anon, is necrophilia your fetish?"

Fu... Fuhuhu... Fuuucking Fluttershy...