Fluttershy - The Trial Chapter One

>Day prologue in Equestria.
>You are Anon, and you've lived here for several months so far.
>Life is... acceptable.
>You've come to terms with the fact you'll likely never go home.
>Never see your family or friends again.
>Hell, you'll never see another human again.
>You spent your first two weeks here curled up in bed, recovering from your crashlanding
>and crying like a little bitch.
>Celestia had a small cottage made for you during that time.
>She said it was partially her fault you crashed here, the result of a staggering number of co-incidences when Luna was freed from the moon.
>She also provides a small stipend. Not enough to live well on, but you could afford potatoes.
>Once you'd recovered, you took a job with Zecora in the Everfree. Gathering herbs and ingredients for her potions.

>Your ability to pick things up without using your mouth or magic meant her new potions were nearly completely free of contaminants.
>They were, therefore, much more potent.
>Zecora now watered them down, and was able to make two or three active potions from the ingredients for one.
>Apparently, she was writing a paper on the extreme usefullness of having a trained helper-monkey.
>Not that you're a trained helper-monkey.
>You don't have a tail.
>This lead to an ever greater profit for the both of you.
>And whilst you couldn't swim in your piles of gold
>you had a bath in it once.
>Shut up, you can do whatever you want in Magic Little Horse Land.

>It was a day like any other, really.
>You got up with the Sun, dodged Fluttershy's net, and walked out to the forest to get today's list from Zecora.
>She brews a few things to keep in stock, but most of her work is done to order, so she needs specifics.
>You get the last of the day's ingredients, two flowers of poison joke, and put your gloves back into your pocket.
>You knock on Zecora's door, and leave your satchel hanging on a nail outside her house.
>She doesn't like you wandering in.
>Especially since she doesn't just sell potions.
>She also sells entertainment.
>Of the adult kind.
>She's a whore.
>The stallions seem to really like her. She's a different species, so they can go bareback.
>Rarity doesn't allow that, not after the 'Sweetie Incident'.

>You get back to town, and it's dead.
>Not literally. There's just nobody around.
>Towns aren't living, so they can't really die.
>Idiot.
>Anyway. You get back to town, and there's nobody around.
>Screw the dominant species and the racist pronouns.
>You assume they've all gone to a PinkieParty. That's normally the cause of something like this.
>And PinkieParties are normally held at Sugarcube Corner.
>Damn cutesy names.
>You head on over, wanting to catch up with everyone.
>As you get there, the door slams open, smashing into your face and busting your nose.
"FUCK! WHAT THE HELL?"
>You're especially confused, because the door normally opens inwards.
>Ohshit dot jay peg.
>Some huge fucking monster comes storming out, screaming back inside
>"When you decide to be cool, come talk to me, Dash. Until then, you can go flap yourself. Smell you later, dweebs."
>Shit! A TALKING monster!

>A pink blur rushes out, and jumps in front of the giant screaming flappy monster thing
>P: "Well you stay away from Dashie, MeanieMcFeatherPants!"
>The monster slaps Pinkie out of the way, and takes off.
>A loud /skreeeee/ as it flies to the distance.
>You kneel down and comfort Pinkie, wrapping your arms around her, and wiping the blood away from her split lip.
>She sniffles, but cuddles into your side.

>Day 'TwoWeeksLater' in Equestria.
>You're in Canterlot.
>You've been called here by the Princesses.
>Some legal matter. The letter didn't say much, apart from telling you to get there quickly.
>And when the immortal God-Empress that controls the Sun tells you to jump, you jump.
>Because you're a giant pansy.
>Nah, because she could kill you and nobody would bat an eyelid. Except maybe Fluttershy. Or Lyra.
>The dirty creeps.
>You get to the castle, and are escorted to the throne room by a guard.
>You don't know if you've met him before
>They all look the same.
>You're not being racist. You're not one of them.
>They literally all look the same. The armour is enchanted.
>He opens the doors, and you bow, waiting until you hear Luna
>L: "Rise, Anon, for We have need of thine words."
>Damnit. You got the freaky dream princess.
"Your highness. How can I help today?"
>L: "Anon, we have but two questions. Were you a witness to this Griffin"
>She gestures to the talking monster thing
>L: "striking Laughter?"
>You assume Laughter must mean Pinkie. She's one of those Bearers, or something.

"You mean Pinkie Pie, Princess?"
>She nods.
"Yes, your highness, I was."
>L: "And you were also witness to Laughter's blood spilling?"
"Yes, your highness"
>L: "Then it is decided. Guard,"
>The guard standing on the griffin's left looks up and salutes.
>L: "Kill her."
>Wat?
>Srsly.
>Wat?
>Before you have time to do much of anything, the guard's horn flashes, and the griffin's head slides off.

>It lands on the marble floor with a meaty /thunk/.
>Lun - The Princess, you correct yourself. She's bloody scary, and needs to be treated with respect - looks at you.
>She seems to notice your distress.
>L: "Do not worry, Anon. It is her just punishment. She spilt a pony's blood on Equestrian soil.
>L: and as such, her life was forfeit. We thank you for your time. The Royal Treasurer shall re-emburse your time. You may go."
>You leave the throne room. Escorted by the guard.
>He doesn't even seem fazed.
>That explains why ponies are dominant here.
>Their immortal god-empresses are also cold-blooded killers, doing anything for the their country.
>Shit.
>Life just got difficult.