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- >"What?"
- >Fluttershy stares at you, confused
- >You are Anonymous
- >For the past 8 years, first thing in the morning, every single morning, a yellow horse has been trying to guess your fetish
- >You've cunt-punted her far enough to set a few records, but she still comes back
- >You even learned the sacred art of appleslap in an attempt to dissuade her, but she just came back for more
- >You honestly just want it to end
- >So you decided to try something different today, and caved in
- That's my fetish, Fluttershy; thighsocks. Especially when they do that little indent thing.
- >You take a sip of your coffee, waiting for your assault to come
- So, what now?
- >"Y-yes! I..."
- >Fluttershy drops her gaze to the ground
- >"I..."
- >And with that, she walks away
- Huh. Should've done that years ago
- >You go back inside and make a bagel, dancing a little as you spread the cream cheese
- >Today is a good day
- 1/?
- >One week later in Equestria
- >This has arguably been the greatest week of your life since moving to this saccharine horse land
- >Without Butterstutter forcing you awake with her inane fetish guesses, you've actually been able to get a decent amount of sleep
- >Your boss stopped docking your pay for showing up late, too
- And look! I even have some extra money left over this week!
- >You dangle your bitbag in front of Spike
- >Three bits clack against each other inside
- I'm basically rich!
- >"Easy there, Filthy Rich!" Spike laughs as he pushes your bag away
- >"So you're sure you haven't seen Fluttershy, Anon?"
- Spike, please. The next time I see that yellow demon it'll be too soon.
- >"Alright, just let the girls know if you do see her. Nobody's heard from her in a week, and we're getting kinda worried."
- >Spike hops down from the threshold and waddles his way back to town
- Haven't heard from her in a week?, you ask yourself
- >Could it-
- >Nah
- 2/?
- >2 Weeks Later in Equestria
- >Wake up
- >Do the Triple-S
- >Sit down for a nice, heatly bowl of Scootaloops
- >"Stays crunchy, even in Milk!", the little mascot cheers
- >As you lift the spoon to your mouth for the first bite, you hear a knock at your door
- Ugh
- >Trudging over to the door, you slide on your cuntpunting waders from the coat rack
- Goddamnit Fluttershy, I thought I tol-oh.
- >Standing outside your door is not Fluttershy, but one of those other horses, the purple one
- >"Anon? Why are you wearing waders?"
- Uhh
- >Shit, why ARE you wearing waders?
- Bit of a leak in the basement, but I've got it under control.
- >Twilight stares at you with a look that says "You dumb monkey, I built this house for you. It doesn't have a basement."
- >"Rrright. Anyway, Anon, I just came over to let you know how Fluttershy is doing, since you two were so..."
- >She cocks an eyebrow
- >"Close, and all."
- Eugh. So what is it? Was she trapped in the bathroom by a spider again?
- >"No, thankfully. She's just really REALLY sad. Won't even get out of bed, poor thing."
- >What
- >"I'm absolutely certain she'd cheer up if you went to visit her though!"
- >Yeah no
- Maybe another time Twilight. Got a busy day ahead in the basement!, you say as you shut the door.
- >You head back to your Scootaloops, ready to savor the delicious crunch
- >But they feel soggy in your mouth
- 3/?
- >KNOCKKNOCK
- Come on, come on....
- >You rush downstairs and throw open the door
- >But no one is there
- ARGH!
- >You slam the door and head to the kitchen, taking a seat at the table and holding your head in your hands
- >It's been a month since Fluttershy holed herself up in her house
- >And it's been a week since you've been waking up to phantom knocks at the door
- >Sometimes you even hear her voice outside, but it always ends up being Pinkie or one of the other girls asking you to visit
- >It almost makes you feel bad for her
- I don't feel bad for her.
- >The house is silent around you
- I don't! That little molester made life hell for me and my wallet! I'm glad she's gone.
- >"But then why do you feel so alone?", the house responds with its quietude
- I'm not alone! I can make new friends! She wasn't even a friend, she was just the first pony to find me in this world!
- >...
- Fuck you house, quit judging me.
- >...
- >...
- >You stand up violently, sending your chair a few feet behind you
- YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M GOING FOR A WALK!
- 4/?
- >You don't know quite how you managed it, but your aimless walk led you right to Fluttershy's cottage
- ...damnit.
- >The shutters are all drawn, and no lights are on
- >Discord is in the backyard trying to get one of the bears to jump through a flaming hoop
- >You turn around, hoping nobody noticed you walk up yet
- >"Hellooo, Anonymous!"
- Holy shit! H-hey Discord.
- >In front of you floated Discord's head
- >His neck was stretching to where his body stood in the backyard
- >"So you've finally come to pay Shy a visit! Oh, happy day!"
- >His smile seems to stetch beyond his face
- >Fuck, gotta get out of this
- >You put on your fakest smile
- Y-yup! Just here to pay a visit!
- >You march your way up to her front door
- Knock knock! Oh gee, well I guess she isn't home!
- >The door creaks slowly open
- >Discord stares at you, chesire smile still plastered on his face
- WELP! I'll just pop in to make sure if she's here, then!
- >You step inside and close the door, maintaining eye contact with Discord the whole time
- >The lock clicks into place, and then silence
- >After a few seconds, you hear a whoosh noise as Discord moves away from the door
- Hah. Sucker.
- >You reach for the knob, only to find it isn't there
- >In fact, the entire door has been replaced with a mural of a door
- >Shit
- You damn luney toon, you hiss under your breath
- 5/?
- >Taking a breath, you find your nose assaulted by the smell
- >A musty mix of stale air, B.O., and old take-out containers
- >If it wasn't a smell you were familiar with, you'd probably had thrown up
- >Instead, you crack the windows to let some fresh air in.
- >It's the least you could do.
- >You try to head out the kitchen door, but it too is replace by a mural
- >An irritated Discord with a sign reading "Not 'till you talk."
- Shit.
- >You head back into the living room and park yourself on the couch
- >From upstairs, you can hear the faint noise of television
- >Taking a deep breath, you muster the courage to head to her room
- >You tread lightly on the steps, slinking your way up
- >With each step your apprehension grows
- >When you reach her door, time seems to slow down
- >The faint television noise is a dull roar in your eyes
- >You reach your hand up to knock, but something stops you before your knuckles touch the wood
- >You turn around, hoping to shimmy out of a win-
- >CREEEEEEEEEEEAK
- ...
- >You can hear a shuffling inside the room
- >"Twilight? Twilight I already told you I don't want to go outside.", the voice says as it opens the door
- 6/?
- >You hold still, hoping her time spent in front of the t.v. messed with her vision
- >"Anon?"
- >Well, there goes that plan
- >You turn around to face the object of your...something
- Hey, Shy. Twilight said you weren't feeling too good, so I thought I'd drop by to see how you were doing.
- >"Oh. I'm doing...fine."
- >Fluttershy adjusts a blanket draped over her back
- >You cough
- >"Would you like to come in? I'd like someone to hang out with for a bit...if that's okay with you?"
- Uh....sure.
- >Against your better judgement, you walked into her room and took a seat on her bed
- >The floor was covered in pizza boxes
- >She sits next to you on the bed and wraps herself up in more blankets
- >The t.v. was playing an oldie called "I Love Lyra."
- >Lyra was busy at the soda factory, racing back and forth to keep bottles from breaking on the floor.
- >She didn't remember she was a unicorn until her hooves were loaded up with bottles though, and ended up dropping the lot of them
- Heh.
- >"Yeah."
- >The silence returned, painfully loud
- >You had to say something
- So, Flu-
- >"Anonymous I'm sorry if I bothered you these past few years."
- >What
- 7/?
- >Your emotions swirl in your gut: a mix of rage, relief, and disbelief
- You're...sorry?
- >You must have laid the venom on a bit thick, because she winced a little when you spoke
- >"Yes. I should have noticed a long time ago that you weren't happy with what I was doing, and I'm sorry. You don't have to forgive me, I'd understand if you didn't."
- >There's a lot you want to say in this moment
- >A million scenarios playing out in your head, all perfect in their own ways
- >But you know what you've really come here to say
- I forgive you, Fluttershy.
- >She seems to brighten up a bit at that
- >"Th-thank you, An-"
- But I have one question for you: what was your endgame with all those fetish guesses?
- >"Endgame?", she asks, confused
- >She turns off the t.v. with a soft click of the remote
- >"I guess at first I just wanted to be your friend, but then I just...I don't know."
- >Her voice falls as she continues talking
- >"And when you told me your fetish I was so excited at first, but then I realized I didn't have a plan for what to do after."
- >The room goes silent again, aside from Fluttershy's cracking voice
- >"And then I realized just how much of your time I must have wasted, and all those new d-doors you had to buy, and...", her voice dies out, a stifled sob in the back of her throat
- Well if it makes you feel any better, I kinda miss having you bug me.
- >She looks at you thorugh her tears, confused
- >"W-why?"
- >You scratch the back of your head
- I don't know, you've grown on me, I guess.
- >You draw her close and turn the t.v. back on
- Don't read too much into it.
- >She stays solid for a moment, wary, but slowly begins to rest her head on your shoulder
- >The soft weight makes you feel a sense of...something
- >But it's a something you could get used to
- 8/8
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