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>You arrive at Fluttershy’s with a newfound sense of self-worth.
>You feel guilty; you didn't want to start your new life in Equestria borrowing money and owing debts.
>That's what got you in trouble in the first place.
>Time to grab this little chore by the neck and finish it with a smile.
>You tab your knuckles on the door, Fluttershy answers shortly.
>”Oh, h-hello, Anonymous. I need you…in the back.”
>You shrug and head around to the back.
>Fluttershy is on the ground, in a seductive pose.
>”C-can you help me up, Anonymous? I fell down…”
>She pouts her lips at you.
Ugh.
>You extend your hand and pick her up, you aren’t falling for this stuff again.
Y’know, Fluttershy…I finished my paperwork. I could just pay you back with the money I made and we could call it even.
>She looks at you and fidgets her hooves, “uhm..n-no, I need your help with this.”
>She leads to a plot of dirt with a shovel stuck into it.
>Oh god. She’s going to kill you and bury you.
S-so…what’s the problem?
>Fluttershy looks up at you and gives you a warm look.
>It’s…unsettling.
>Almost like a…
>Murder face.
>”Oh, Anonymous…you’re the only one I trust with this sort of thing.”
>You start sweating, your nerves snapping.
A-and that is…?
>Flutters reaches behind the dirt mound and produces a few pots with flowers growing out of them.
>Is she…is she going to put those on your new grave?
>She places the pots on the ground and grabs the shovel.
>She smiles heartily at you as she inches closer.
>”D-do you want to h-help?”
>Inch by inch.
Help? D-do I want to help?
>”Oh, Anonymous…I just knew you’d be the one for the job!”
>Fluttershy tosses the shovel to the dirt and hugs you.
>This turn of events was unexpected to say the least.
>Her mane smells like wild animals.
>She releases you and looks into your eyes as she holds one of the pots up to you.
>”W-what is it?”
>You adjust your glasses to look at the bulbous plant.
I’d say that this is a…
>Fluttershy looks at you eagerly. 
Papaver somniferum, from the Papaveraceae family.
>Fluttershy’s eyes do a Derpy.
>”S-so…it’s a flower…right?”
>You let out an annoyed sigh, but forget that Fluttershy, more than any other pony, isn’t exactly the smartest resident in Ponyville.
Yes, Fluttershy. It is a flower. Interesting though, where did you get this?
>”Oh, Zecora got it for me. I helped one of the animals in the Everfree Forest and she gave me this for it.”
>This doesn’t really surprise you. The Everfree forest is sort of the “lawless” part of Equestria; it doesn’t shock you that there’s opium poppies growing wild there.
So I just have to tell you the name of this? That’s it?
>”Actually, can you tell me how to take care of it?”
>What? You’re no gardener.
Poppies are very hearty, Fluttershy, there’s not much to them. Just plant them and make sure they get plenty of water and sunshine.
>Fluttershy releases a sigh of relief, “Thanks, Anonymous. I can’t wait to get these into the ground.”
>She seems really eager for some reason.
You’re not…going to be…abusing these are you?
>She stares at you.
>”N-no…ponys don’t eat flowers that much. I just want them to brighten up my garden is all.”
>You can’t trust naive Fluttershy.
>You bend down,
Fluttershy. Are you okay? Is something the matter? You know you have lots of friends to talk to…you don’t need to turn to drugs to escape you problems.
>Her face turns neutral.
>”D-drugs?”
Opium, Fluttershy. These flowers contain a drug called opium. It’s a very addictive substance.
>Fluttershy looks even more confused.
>”A…drug? Oh, Anonymous, that can’t be. The only bad substance in Equestria is salt…and, well, even that has been almost eliminated. One time, I got ahold of a whole bunch of the stuff, but not anymore. This…uhm, ‘oh pee yum’ can’t be that bad, can it?”
>With your newfound chivalry, you couldn’t in good consciousness allow Fluttershy to keep these plants in her backyard…especially knowing how Fluttershy can be;  often suicidal.
It’s not a good idea for you to have these. 
>You sigh and place your hand on Fluttershy’s head for sincerity.
You’re a good person. I’ve been around this bad stuff before, and I couldn’t let someone close to me fall into that.
>Fluttershy is visibly upset.
>”O-okay, Anonymous.”
>She’s on the verge of tears, but you feel you’ve done the right thing.
>That night you lay in bed.
>You hope Fluttershy doesn’t get curious on her own.
>Oh god you really hope she doesn’t.
>Poor, naive, Fluttershy.
>Fuck.