Nurse Sexyshy

"AHHHH CHUUUUU."
>Grab another tissue.
>Blow into it.
"Fuckin' Fluttersh-sh-sh-AHHHHH CHUUUUUU."
>You hated this.
>Yesterday Fluttershy tried guess if sneezing in your mouth was your fetish.
>That horny bitch got you sick!
"Some chicken soup will make me feel better."
>Pick up your snuggie and wobble over to the cupboard.
>Open it up to be met with the holy sight of chicken soup.
"Hell yes."
>You say through a congested nose.
>Pour the cans contents in a bowl and pop it in the microwave.
>Just as you set the timer on the microwave, there's a knock at your door.
"I can't do this shit today."
>You wobble over to the door and answer it to see Fluttershy dressed as a nurse.
>"H-hey big boy. Nurse Sexyshy is here to take care of you."
>You just stare at her.
>The microwave goes off, signifying your delicious bowl of cure is ready.
>Fluttershy dashes over to it before you can respond.
>She pull the bowl of golden deliciousness out of the microwave.
>You make your way to the table and take a seat.
>Fluttershy holds a spoon of the soup in front of your face.
>"Say Ahhhhh."
>You look at her like she just farted in a bank and the fumes made the alarm go off.
"No. I'm not a child I can feed myself."
>Fluttershy takes this the wrong way.
>"Oops."
>She pours the scolding hot soup over your lap.
>Look down at the only thing that can cure of your sickness is now giving you third degree burns.
>Quietly stand up and walk to the bathroom.
>look in the mirror.
"Don't let her see you c-cryyyy."
>You burst into tears as you remember your fallen food comrade.
>The hot soup to skin contact didn't bother you, but that soup was like a soup to you.
>Delicious and warm. Good for a cold winters night. Soup was there for you when your dog ,scruffy, died.
>And that whore, that whore thinks she can just throw it on you like that.
>Your grip tightens against the sink.
>Knock, knock.
>"You better get out here m-mister, so mama can lick- I mean clean that soup off you.
>You've had enough of this.
>Your blood boils.
>Turn around and open the door to reveal Fluttershy.
>"That's better mister."
>She approaches your pants and tries unbuttoning them.
>Slap her face then push her out of your path.
>Your rush down to the spilled contents on the floor.
>Look around on the ground not sure what to do.
>Begin giving the soup CPR.
>It doesn't work.
"Pl-please. I need your help."
>Your face meets your hands as tears fall.
>There's a strange, slippery feeling on your arm.
>Look down to see a noodle stroking your arm, attempting to comfort you.
>"I'd never leave you Anon."
>Look up in awe at the now flying mass of chicken and pasta.
"B-but how?"
>"You believed in me when no one else would, and for that I thank you."
>The pasta says while caressing your face.
>"Now. There's something that must be done."
>Watch as he floats off into the direction where Fluttershy last was.
>"N-NO PLEASE DON'T."
>The screams of Fluttershy can be heard throughout the house.
>"You were on the floor longer than 5 seco-BLAHHLAHLALAH."
>There's silence.
>The pasta returns.
"What uhhh what'd you do?"
>"I gave her the Hersey Squirts."
"..."
"How?"
>The pasta laughs at your question.
>"You have a lot to learn."
>He begins exiting your house.
"Wait. How'd you do it?"
>"Anon. I expired 3 years ago. Man you need to clean out your cupboard."
>And with that he was gone.
>Some say you can still see the expired soup flying around the Everfree, some say he threw himself away.
>We may never know what happened to him.
>The End.

>"I don't get the story."
>Look over to see Fluttershy reading over your shoulder.
>You try hiding your monitor, but it's no use.
"What the fuck Fluttershy! You can't just read over my shoulder like that!"
>"I'm just sayin' it needs work."
"You need work."
>Boom. You got her.
>"Wow that was a good one."
>She says in a sarcastic tone.
"That's it."
>Grab her by the tail and and throw her out the window.
>Sit back down at your computer.
>You then type a new story bcause of...
>Fucking Fluttershy's critique.