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- >Terrific.
- >Hearts and Hooves day.
- >Another holiday that has no meaning to it.
- >And no, it’s not because you’re lonely or a history about days like this.
- >The best part about this is that it doesn’t even involve—
- >Knock, knock, knock.
- >Her.
- >You throw down the newspaper and get up.
- >Sometimes you wonder why you bother with the door.
- >You follow tradition and open it up.
- >”H-hi Anon!”
- >You stand there, looking at Fluttershy in a brand new dress, while holding a bouquet of flowers.
- “What do you want?”
- >She clears her throat.
- >”I just, wanted to make sure that you aren’t alone on this day, and felt the need to show my appreciation for you.”
- >She motions the bouquet to you.
- “If I’m not mistaken isn’t the male supposed to prepare for the female?”
- >She arches her head to the side.
- >”Yes, but I knew that you didn’t want any involvement, so I buttoned up and prepared the day for us!”
- “Flutters, I—“
- >”Ab, ab, ab!” Fluttershy flies up and puts a hoof on your mouth.
- >”I don’t want to hear it. Today is a very special day, and I don’t want you to mope around, while eating anything for no reason.”
- >You try to speak, but her hoof overpowers your voice.
- >”Today will just be simple. No fetish guessing, no door slamming, and certainly NO rejection!”
- >You don’t know what’s worse right now.
- >Going out with her, or the fact that she is scaring the shit out of you.
- >Fluttershy hovers back down.
- >You set the flowers down and close the door.
- “Fine, I’ll do whatever you want.”
- >Fluttershy jumps up and twirls around.
- >The oversized dress drags in a circular pattern along the dirt.
- >The idea of how many times that she tripped to get over here sparks your interest.
- >She could fly, but not by much.
- >Her energetic spin ends and puts her hoof in your hand.
- >”Come on! We have a lot of walking around to do.
- >”See? It wasn’t so bad.”
- >The two of you walk back into town.
- >You can’t believe she guided you into the Everfree Forest.
- “I never thought that place could be that beautiful.”
- >She puts a pep in her step.
- >”It just takes some time getting used to it. I always wondered what it was, but it took some time to venture on.”
- “How long did it take for you to get used to it?”
- >She skids on the dirt road.
- >”Uh, a few months.”
- >You smirk and pick her up.
- “Ah, that’s the side of you I’d like to see.”
- >You only hear her heavy breathing down your neck, while her chest is burning onto your own.
- >”R-really, that’s who you want to see more often?”
- >You cradle her into your arms and leave a hand in her hair.
- “That’s just the kind of Flutters I appreciate to have around.”
- >The sound of a snarling bear breaks the relaxing moment.
- >Fluttershy covers herself with the dress.
- >You look around for what you think is Henry trying to play a prank on the two of you.
- >The sound is even louder, and closer.
- >You turn around, but no one is there.
- “Where could—“
- >You piece it together to find out that it’s just your stomach making those sounds.
- >That tears it, you’re going to have to stop eating toast, and start eating an actual meal.
- “You can come out, it’s just me.”
- >She brings the dress down.
- >”Goodness! You scared the filly out of me.”
- >You chuckle as she slips out of your arms.
- >”Okay, maybe that was my own silliness that took over.”
- “It’s fine. We should head out to eat.”
- >”I have a reservation for us. I was hoping we could have dinner, and just talk.”
- >This sounds shady.
- >It sounded just like that old Fluttershy charm in the end of that sentence.
- >Food is food, but you’re sure to catch her.
- >The best part is that there will be witnesses.
- “I can go out for a bite to eat.”
- >”I have a reservation.”
- >The stallion shows the two of you a clean table by the side of the restaurant.
- >”Shall I bring your meals out now?”
- >They prepared them ahead of time?
- >”Yes, we are quite famished. Right Anon?”
- >You just sit there without giving a response.
- >”Sure, I’ll be right back.”
- >The stallion leaves two cups of water and walks away.
- >You won’t even drink that cup.
- >No matter how thirsty you are, you’re not falling for any of this.
- >”Is something bothering you, Anon?”
- >You grab your cup and swish it around.
- ”You tell me.”
- >She raises an eyebrow while grabbing her cup.
- >Hold on, remember those spy movies?
- >If the cups clink and the enemy refuse to drink, then it clearly is tainted.
- >You raise your cup.
- “To us.”
- >Before she takes a sip, she smiles and taps the cups.
- >Some of the water splashes around.
- >Looks like it worked, now you wait.
- >As you are about to take a sip, she drinks her cup.
- >Seems like the water is safe.
- >You chug it down and set the cup aside.
- >The waiter comes out and leaves two sealed plates on the table.
- >This is it.
- >Whatever is in this plate cover is her weapon of choice.
- >You bring it up and set it aside.
- >Spaghetti.
- >Fluttershy is using your own food against you?
- >That charlatan.
- >You almost thought about having consensual sex with her.
- >She digs her fork into the mound of pasta and twirls it around.
- >”I’ve always seen you eat this at your home. Rice noodles, served with chunky tomato sauce.”
- >How are you going to get her back?
- >Wait, you can switch the food!
- “Hold on!”
- >She stops stirring her meal.
- “I don’t want you to burn your mouth. Take mine, it’s just about done cooling off.”
- >You hand her your plate with one hand, and take hers with the other.
- >After you settled back in place, she motions her fork around in the food.
- >”Oh, you are right, this is a bit cooler. That’s very thoughtful of you.”
- >It seems like she anticipated your move.
- >Maybe THIS is the tainted food!
- “No, no! It seems that I was wrong. After looking at this in a closer perspective, that one is the hotter meal.”
- >”O-oh, uh, sure then, I don’t mind.”
- >She gets out of her seat to pick up her plate.
- >How peculiar.
- >She still doesn’t even flinch.
- >If you get your plate back, all of this was for nothing, and you were to fuck yourself over.
- >Oh no, not this time.
- >You know what? You are better than this.
- >You can beat her game.
- “On second thought, this was entirely my fault. Go ahead and eat, I’ll just sit here.”
- >She furrows her eyebrows and sets her plate back on the table.
- >”Anon, would you care to tell me what’s wrong?”
- >Nope, fuck this.
- >This entire day was a setup, and you’re not going to take it any longer.
- “I know what you’re trying to do.”
- >You stand up and slam your hands on the table.
- >The restaurant goes silent and focuses on your table.
- >Fluttershy is frightened by your sudden action and leans back in her seat.
- “You were trying to soften me up so you could get away with raping me later tonight.”
- >The atmosphere is taken with shock and a number of ponies gasp from your assumption.
- >”Anon! I-I wouldn’t—“
- “Don’t you lie to me you yellow fuck. I knew you were waiting for this moment. But look at it now!”
- >You grab a handful of your pasta and move closer to Fluttershy.
- >”Anon! W-wha—“
- >You smother her with wet noodles and thick pasta sauce.
- >She puts up a fight, refusing to keep it in her mouth.
- >You cover her mouth, leaving her no option but to eat it all in one bite.
- >Once she does, you let her go.
- >Fluttershy hacks up a bit, while trying to stand on all fours.
- >You ignore the beady eyes around you to get another handful of noodles from her plate.
- >The terror on her face partially moves you to end this madness.
- >But you won’t, the intentions of proving that one of these meals are tainted by some roofie or sleep aid is just too rewarding for you.
- >Her mouth is once again filled with a warm batch of sloppy seconds.
- >She doesn’t put up of a fight like before and accepts it.
- >Fluttershy starts to whimper, but wails when it’s completely devoured.
- “And now you will watch. She will pass out from her own drugs, confirming that the food was deliberately contaminated, and letting you all know what she truly is.”
- >The small puddles around her leads to a small trail of tears.
- “Any minute now…”
- >She gets up and flies out of the restaurant.
- “Right about now?”
- >The unsettling room almost feels life threatening.
- >Some pairs shake their heads, or they just look at you in disgust.
- >If your pants weren’t already leaking out pasta, it would be flowing out of it.
- >”And stay out!”
- >The waiter yells out while shutting the door.
- >You don’t blame him.
- >Having you around would be bad for business, especially for a day like this.
- >You imagine the damage on Fluttershy.
- >The idea of the fetish guessing finally ending should cheer you up.
- >It should, but this isn’t enough to justify what happened in there.
- >None of this is right.
- >You need to straighten this out with her.
- >You can see the lights are on inside Fluttershy’s cottage.
- >It’s a sign that she’s still awake.
- >With all of that ruined linguine back there might haunt you for a lifetime.
- >When you reach the door, you can hear some sobbing inside.
- “Futtershy! Open up!”
- >You yell out while pounding on the door.
- >”N-no! Go away!”
- >With the sound of wings flapping, her crying starts to fade away.
- >Shit, she must be upstairs.
- >You look around and find a suitable rock.
- >After throwing it through her window, you make your way to her living room.
- >It didn’t seem that Fluttershy noticed that, since she is still bawling throughout the house.
- >You approach the staircase and start to head upstairs.
- >You stop from the sound of a loud roaring from your belly.
- >Wait, how come the house moved a bit?
- >From the doorway leading to the kitchen, Henry marches out of it.
- >”Henry, are you still hungry?”
- >You march upstairs and barge through the bedroom door.
- >Fluttershy jumps off the bed and hides under it.
- >”Please! I-I don’t have much! I-I have a bear!”
- “Fluttershy it’s me!”
- >Her head pops out of the bed.
- >”Anon!?”
- “Yes, I wanted to—“
- >”Finish the job!?” She shouts out before hiding again.
- >You crouch down and reach under.
- “No, I need to talk to you about—“
- >”My funeral, I know you will only attend to laugh at me!”
- >You grab something soft and plumpy.
- >”EEP!”
- “Sorry.”
- >You move a bit lower to grab her hooves.
- >”No! I don’t want to be seen!”
- “There is something that I want to tell you!”
- >Henry barges through the door.
- >He snarls while his paws grab your chest.
- >While he's picking you up, Fluttershy slips out of her bed,
- >You let go of her, causing her to roll to the side.
- >Henry storms over to the window and pulls his arms back.
- ”Fluttershy!”
- >He releases you, creating the window to burst into shards of glass while you yell out your apology.
- >”So, that’s why you were a brute last night?”
- >You nod.
- “I didn’t mean to ruin your day like that. I wanted to make a point.”
- >You fall back in the bed.
- “Fuck…”
- >That pile of broken glass you landed on may as well be a cheese grater.
- “Could you ever forgive me?”
- >She looks at your scars before hugging you.
- “You know that I could never hold a grudge against you.”
- >The hooves moving across your bandages send a shockwave of pain through you.
- >Your screaming causes her to let go of you.
- >”I’m so sorry!”
- “Nah, I deserve every last bit of this.”
- >She pouts while sitting back down.
- >Nurse Redheart comes through the door.
- >A food cart follows her though it.
- >”It’s one of those days, Anon?”
- “Just give me my Jello, Redheart.”
- >She shrugs.
- >”No need for that attitude, you’ll be up in no time.”
- “If you count a few days just like hours, then I wonder why you’re a nurse.”
- >She grumbles some foul language before leaving the room.
- >”Here, I’ll feed you.”
- >Fluttershy grabs the plate away from you.
- >She gets the spoon into your mouth and pulls it back out.
- >”I’ll be here every day until you get better.”
- >That’s good, because you can’t move your arms for shit.
- “Don’t forget. I owe you a proper date.”
- >Her evergrowing smile warms your heart, while the spoonful of Jello fills your mouth.
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