Fluttershy Mind Fucks Anon: Finale

>You wake up in time to see the train pull into Canterlot.
>From here it’s a straight line to the finish.
>You leave the train station with determination in each step.
>You’re heading to the palace and you’re going to tell Princess Celestia what’s going on.
>She can fix all of this.
>You ignore all the looks you’re getting from all the high class ponies.
>It’s not every day you see a human in Equestria after all.
>But you’re used to it.
>And even if you weren’t.
>You’ve got a serious bone to pick at the moment, and nothing’s going to stop you.
>You enter Canterlot Castle grounds and are waved through by the guards.
>They at least remember you from your initial arrival in Equestria.
>You have explicit permission by Princess Celestia herself to bother her about anything that may be troubling you.
>You walk through the castle, noting the lack of ponies as your footsteps echo through its cavernous halls.
>You reach the throne room and look back to Fluttershy, who you note has been suspiciously silent this whole time.
>She opens her eyes, startled by your inspection.
>”What? Go on, then. Talk to Celestia. It won’t do you any good, you know.”
“Oh. I know.”
>You smile broadly as you anticipate that your gambit has paid off.
>You open the huge double doors to reveal...
>The Canterlot Castle Gardens Labyrinth.
>Perfect.
>Fluttershy chooses this time to taunt you, convinced that your little scheme has been done in.
>”You think I wouldn’t read your mind, Anon? I let you come this far because I want you to know that there is no escape. I have you and... WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?”
>You crease up in laughter, almost maniacally as she has played right into your hands.
>You take a break, wiping the tears away to address her.
“I’m laughing, Fluttershy because you’re so predictable. It’s become formulaic with you. Haven’t you learned? You always bungle these things up somehow. I come from a planet filled with lying, cheating backstabbing scumbags. YOU ARE OUTCLASSED! Everypony I’ve met here is friendly, trusting and exquisitely naive. You especially. And now you’re trying to outsmart me. Every single human on my planet has survived by lying, cheating, backstabbing and generally being duplicitous. It’s IN OUR DNA .I’m afraid you never stood a chance, Fluttershy. You had already lost to begin with.”
>Fluttershy is visibly shocked. She has no idea what to do but float and sputter.
>She’s trying frantically to read your mind for any hint of a clue on what you’re doing.
>But it’s too late.
>You turn to the Discord statue that has been weakened by one of the elements going missing.
>You state triumphantly,
“This sentence is false.”
>The ground begins to shake and crack, and the statue’s eyes glow blood red.
>You hear Q’s familiar laugh echo throughout Canterlot.
>You walk over to it as Fluttershy floats there, horrified and powerless.
>Without a tangible body to speak of, she can’t do anything against Discord, even if she can do anything she likes to you.
>The statue’s finish cracks and crumbles to reveal the horrible mishmash of creatures that is Discord.
>And boy is he PISSED.
>He lowers his lion’s paw down to the ground, as he grows to the size of Canterlot Castle.
>You happily accept his offer and climb onto his paw.
>Grabbing onto a claw for support, you are elevated 30 stories and take your place on Discord’s shoulder as his right hand man.
>Fluttershy is shocked speechless.
>Discord releases you of her grip on your mind and bestows upon you garb fitting of your new status.
>You gain a chain mail chestpiece, with a plate arm on your left arm and furs covering your right.
>A cape of deep royal blue appears behind you, emblazoned with a bat wing and a Pegasus wing in the centre.
>Chain mail legs enshroud you, one of them with banded plating.
>Using your newly bestowed powers you break Fluttershy out of her controlling trance at her cottage.
>You stretch out your hand and teleport her to your anticipatory grip, which wraps around her waiting throat.
>You can see the look of horror in her eyes as she sees Canterlot’s ponies scattering in terror, as Discord uses his laser eyes to score deep gouges into the ground, and set the houses below alight.
>You click your fingers, and her terrified, searching eyes lock onto yours.
>You lean in close and say.
“Fluttershy, No. Means. No.”