Bloriginal Blaracter

>Wake up groggily.
>You had a heavy night last night.
>You’ve got to learn to lay off the Applejack Daniels.
>You wearily make your way downstairs and to your delicious coffee machine.
>Wonderful, life-giving coffee.
>Truly the nectar of the gods.
>You know this because Celestia drinks it too.
>Your contemplation is shattered by a knock at the door.
>The incessant tapping reverberates through your skull to your very core.
>Curse hangovers. Couldn’t they have stayed on Earth? Why did they have to be transported to Equestria as well?
>You stomp angrily to the door.
>You already know who it is.
>You fling it open to reveal Fluttershy in her latest fetish attempt.
>She’s accompanied by Rainbow Dash today.
>Neither of them have wings, and their colours are slightly changed.
“What is it today, Fluttershy?”
>She cowers like usual when you raise your voice.
>”I-I’m sorry Mr. Anon... B-but I’m not Fluttershy... *mumble*”
>Ugh. You hate when she does this.
“Speak up, ‘not-Fluttershy’. I can’t hear you.” You growl. You’re running out of patience.
>”Hey! Don’t bully my friend, you big meanie!” Rainbow Dash retorts.
“RD, why are you helping her this time?” You say to her, coolly.
>”RD? How could you confuse us with those guys? I’m not Rainbow Dash. I’m my own original character, Blainbow Blash!”
>She rears proudly on her hind legs for added effect.
>”A-and I’m my own original character... B-b-bluttershy...”
>Oh they can’t be serious.
>This is like something out of a bad fanfiction.
>You facepalm.
>You look back up.
>They’re still there.
>You facepalm again.
>”A-are you ok, Mr. Anon?” Bluttershy asks.
“No. No I’m not. I’m pretty sure I’m in shock. What do you want with me?”
>”W-well... We were wondering if your fetish might be... Oh no! It’s happening again!”
>You raise an eyebrow in confusion as both Bluttershy and Blainbow Blash start freaking out.
>They start to put on weight for no discernable reason.
>Then with a sound like a balloon being blown up, they start inflating.
>”Oh no! I’m inexplicably being inflated again!” Blainbow Blash exclaims.
>How embarassing.
>Soon the two ponies are almost as big as your house, and almost translucent.
>You scratch your head in confusion as they slowly rise off the ground.
>They’re soon caught by a gust of wind and blown away into the distance.
>You probably should have helped them...
>Well, never mind. You’ll probably never see them again.
>Just as well, you don’t need another Fluttershy trying to guess your fetish.
>Speaking of whom, she is walking towards your house now.
>Her eyes light up when she sees you waiting for her.
>”Oh Anon! Did you get my present?”
>Present?
>You shrug in confusion.
>”I was wondering if your fetish is poorly designed OCs?”
>You’re about to answer when you hear the clip clop of hooves behind you.
>You turn to see King Sombra walk downstairs from your bedroom.
>You had an awesome night last night with him.
>The things he can do with that horn are just amazing.
>”GRAAARGH?”
“Oh it’s just Fluttershy, sweetie.”
>Fluttershy looks mortified.
>”GRAARGH, GRARRGH.”
“I just brewed a fresh pot. Help yourself.”
>”Grarrgh.”
>King Sombra trots over to the coffee maker and pours himself a cup of joe.
>You turn back to Fluttershy who now has tears in her eyes.
“To answer your question, yes, but not with you.”
>She turns and gallops away, crying.
>As she’s running she screams back to you,
>”I’ll show you, Anon! I’ll be the worst character you’ve ever seen!”
>You have no doubt about that.
>You hate her already.
>Fucking Fluttershy.