Sleeping Gas or What The Hell Is That Smell

>Day who-the-fuck-cares-anymore in Equestria
>It's been a week since Fluttershy's last attempt to violate you
>"I'm running out of dandelions"
>With your sudden, if not hilariously violent, arrival to Equestria, a change in diet was needed.
>"I owe Twilight big time for this"
>Without another word, you set out toward Ponyville Market
>Unbeknownst to you, a pair of blue eyes are tracking you..
"Hi Daisy, how are you"
>"Heya Anon, it's good to see you again. I'm good, but business has been a bit slow today.
"That sucks but maybe I can help. Can I get a dozen dandelions, violets, and tulips.
>"Coming right up. That'll be 18 bits.
"Thanks. Say hi to your sisters fo-
>A blur catches your eye
"Did you see that"
>"See what, Anon? It's probably your imagination."
>Suspicion covers your face. "Yeah, my imagination. See you later Daisy.
>As I walk home, another blur flashes by in my peripherals
>The blurs are getting more frequent
>enough of this
"Come out, Fluttershy"
>A very quiet "eep" is made, but she holds her position
>I sigh to myself but keep walking
>When I open the door to my house, I am surprised to find it trashed.
>I notice a shiny object among the clutter. It's sitting on top of a sheet of paper.
>The paper reads "Good night, Anon"
"Huh?"
>Room fills with gas
"Dammit, Flutte-
>Pass out
>Spring awake
>My hands are tied
>"Finally you're awake"
"I knew I hadn't seen the last of you, Fluttershy."
>"So, now that I've got you here, I must ask. Are convoluted plans and sleeping gas your fetish?
>I freeze in place. I couldn't believe that she actually thought of this.
"Yes Fluttershy, sleeping gas is my fetish. Lets breathe in together."
>"Oh, okay"
>Escape bonds because ponies can't tie with hooves for shit
>Grab sleeping grenade and throw it near Fluttershy
>She inhales while I pretend to
>"If this is Anon's fetish, then it's mine t-
>She's out
>Leave cottage while wondering how I almost ended up
>Fucking Fluttershy

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