(FR) How Anon got AIDS

prose: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/307540/3/fluttershy-wants-in-your-pants/pony-aids

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>Wake up.
>Ugh. Just wanna be lazy today.
>Take a nice shit.
>That's good enough.
>Head downstairs to make some breakfast.
>With the little bit of extra time, you actually manage to clean the dishes for once.
>Then, of course, the routine knock on the door.
>Opening the door you see Flutterbutter.
"Fluttershy, I have a lot of very important nothing to do today, so hurry up."
>"But, today I have three guesses Anon!"
>Ugh.
"Whatcha got."
>"Are showers filled with broken glass your fetish?"
>You look down at the beaming bundle of happiness with a bad feeling in your gut.
"Uh... no."
>She looks disappointed, but resolute.
>"Okay, I knew that one might not go well... but what about sinks that release acid?"
>You look to your kitchen sink with a little bit of confusion.
"No. What's the last one?"
>She thinks hard.
>"It's coming to me... I just need to remember it."
"Well while you are doing that... I need to check something."
>You run upstairs to your bathroom.
>Opening the shower stall, you gaze in at a floor of broken glass.
>Closing the stall, you move cautiously to the sink.
>Putting a roll of toilet paper in the sink, you turn on the faucet.
>The paper disintegrates before your eyes.
>Oh shit.
>What's the last one?
>You run downstairs and grab the yellow pone by the neck with both arms and scream.
"WHAT'S THE LAST ONE!"
>"A-Anon.. that hurts."
"WHAT'S THE LAST ONE!"
>Dropping her to the ground, she works hard to catch her breath.
>"Is catching AIDS from toilet seats your fetish Anon?"
>You stare at her.
>The world stands still for just a moment.
>"Fluttershy, if you don't go home. Right now. I will take a knife, and scalpel out your innards into a stew."
>She looks at you in wide eyed horror and flutters off.
>Well, better go talk to a doctor, because you got AIDS from
>Fucking Fluttershy.