Flutterrettes

>It's been over one hundred days since Anon came to Equestria.
>And your little pink butterfly butt has been trying to get him to notice you.
>You thought he was exotic; a wild untamed beast, and you believed you must have him.
>Though, no matter what you tried, he never even acknowledged you.
>You've tried yelling just a tiny bit louder than normal.
>Animals have left various gifts on his doorstep that were made by you.
>There was even that time you got a chorus birds to sing the intro to his favorite sitcom.
>Of course you would always run and hide if he so happened to look your way, but that's beside the point!
>He should have noticed you by now. The fact that he hasn't has led you to seek out help from a friend.
>Twilight believed that all you had to do was be assertive and you'd get what you want.
>Unfortunately, you're not as assertive as you need to be.
>You find that odd considering you've had assertiveness lessons multiple times throughout your life.
>The lessons never stick, none of them do. By the end of the day you're the same meek pegasus pony.
>And that's why Twilight is here now, in your cottage, drinking tea with you.
>Because you can't seem to keep your confidence you begged her to use her magic on you.
>Despite these disposition spells being experimental at best, you trust your friend wholly and completely.
>She tries to suggest other means, but you're steadfast in your decision.
>After a final sigh of defeat, Twilight concedes.
>As her horn begins to glow, and as your body does in turn, you can't help but wonder how you had the balls to have her do this, but not enough to ask Anon out on a date.
>Oh well, it's not important, it's magic time!
>All too soon the spell has run its course and the light fades.
>"So, did it work?" Twilight asks, she looks you over curiously.

>You rub your throat, flap your wings a few times, and even stretch.
>Nothing seems to have changed, you feel exactly the same as you did five minutes ago.
>"I-I'm sorry Twilight, I guess it's HOLY FUCK I-" you don't let yourself finish.
>Your hooves are muffling the rest of your obscenities.
>Twilight's eyes are wide as saucers, she's just as surprised as you are.
>"F-Fluttershy? W-what was that?" You move your hooves away from your mouth and sigh.
>"I don't know Twilight, I just had this sudden urge to RAPE THAT GOD DAMN DONKEY!"
>That time you weren't fast enough to stop yourself. Heat rises to your cheeks, you've not felt this embarrassed in quite a long time.
>"Fluttershy I don't judge, as your friend I accept your personal preferences, but do you have to yell?"
>You shake your head, "N-no Twilight that's not it at all. I don't know what's happening to me!"
>Twilight doesn't seem pleased by this turn of events.
>"Could it have been my sp-" you every so rudely interrupt her.
>"FURRY PURPLE CUNT!" Your high pitched scream of an insult forces nearby little critters to cover their ears.
>"FLUTTERSHY! LANGUAGE!" you shrink back from Twilight's yelling and cower behind your pink locks.
>"I-I'm sorry!" An uncomfortable pressure lies behind your eyes and tears start to stream down your cheeks.
>Perhaps your little defense mechanism worked, because instead of Twilight yelling, she remains silent.
>It only takes her a few moments to go from a look of concentration to one of horror.
>"O-oh Celestia. Fluttershy?" she giggles nervously.
>"What is it Twilight?"
>"I uh, I think I used a disorder spell rather than a disposition spell..."
>"What do you BEAR SHIT ON MY FA-!" This time Twilight is the one to silence you with her hooves.
>"Tourette Syndrome Fluttershy, I think I gave you tourrettes."

>"Tourettes? What's that?" You've never heard of such a disorder before.
>"To put it simply it's when a pony has a particular "tic" as some call it. Sometimes they may have to bite something, other times they buck uncontrollably, in your case you uh..."
>"HOT MONKEY DICK!"
>"scream obscenities." she manages to finish despite your outburst.
>It takes a moment to process what you just said, "Eeep!"
>Your first reaction to get you to stop screaming is to shove a couch cushion into your muzzle.
>"I'm so sorry, I didn't know that'd happen. D-do you at least feel the urge to scream before you do?"
>You shake your head, it doesn't feel like anything is wrong. But, if you drop your guard you'll have no way to stop yourself.
>"T-then maybe the spell won't be permanent."
>For the first time in who knows how long you feel a very foreign heat radiate within your chest.
>" MAHYHEE(Maybe)?!" Even with your voice being muffled your reaction causes Twilight's posture to resemble yours.
>She can't seem to maintain eye contact with you anymore and she shrinks away.
>"Yes maybe," both hers and your ears twitch when your critters outside start to chatter about rather loudly.
>Such a phenomenon only happens when they're out and they so happen to see somep0ny walking up to your house.
>You definitely weren't expecting anymore visitors. You look to Twilight in question and she in turn laughs nervously.
>"Maybe now is a bad time to tell you what I did."
>"Wha iiid oooh do? (What did you do?)"
>"I may or may not have invited Anon over so you could tell him how you feel. I figured that with the confidence spell, and with him arriving, we could kill two birds with one stone."
>You calmly remove the cushion from your mouth, set it gently back in its proper place, and look at Twilight for a few seconds.
>'CRUSTY CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNT!' your anguished screams are so loud your windows shatter.

>While Fluttershy lets loose an anguished cry, you duck and cover.
>When Twilight said to meet her and Fluttershy's cottage you weren't expecting to see the animals out and about.
>And that screaming was something else entirely. For a few moments you swore you were under attack.
>Peeking out from behind the sheep you scan the area, being careful not to alert whatever that was to your presence.
>But, when the sound of Fluttershy's crying reaches your ears any sense of fear you had melts away.
>Sure she was a bit of a shut-in, but she was a friend of Applejack. Any friend of hers is a friend of yours.
>You vault over the sheep and make a break for her front door, thinking that something probably attacked her.
>As soon as you get there you find a little white bunny standing there holding a twig. Angel you think he's called.
>"Hey Angel, what's-" he holds up a paw and you cut your sentence short.
>He puts his ear to the door, and just like you, he can hear Fluttershy crying.
>You have no idea why he'd do that considering the broken window and such, but whatever floats his boat.
>After hearing all he needed to he turns to you, points to your leg, then points to the door.
>You nod before getting into position, whatever made the timid pegasus scream and cry like that must be a wild animal or something.
>All it takes is a quick swing of your leg to turn the unlocked door into splinters.
>Ignoring the fact you could have simply opened the it you roll inside followed by Angel.
>"Come get some!" you scream while looking around her cottage.
>Angel mimics you, but when neither of you find anything you realize just how stupid that little display was.
>What you find is an otherwise tidy, homely looking living room.
>Twilight and Fluttershy are both looking at you with loose hanging jaws.
>It's then you realize there's absolutely nothing wrong at all other than Fluttershy crying.
>"Uh... hi?"