Delicious Rabbit Chapter 4: Realization

>You’ve finished your jobs for the day, and collected your pay.
>Berry Punch got a really big hairball stuck in her sink plumbing, Diamond Tiara absolutely HAD to be babysat by the only human in Equestria, and Donut Joe hired you to stand outside his shop and sing a new jingle with a monkey pun in it for a couple hours.
>Diamond Tiara is 100 pounds of bitch in a 50 pound filly.
>It has been an aggravating day.
>You’re relaxing on your couch, when you realize you hear a quiet tapping. It’s so quiet you almost don’t hear it at first.
>”Hello? Are you there?”
>It seems Fluttershy is knocking on your door.

>I tap on Anon’s door and hope he’s home.
>I need to know.
>I tap, and tap, and finally he opens the door.
“Um, hello Anon.”
>”Hi Flutters, sorry if I made you wait. I barely heard your tapping on my door.“
“I was just, um, wondering if you could, um, make that soup now? Please?”

>You panic.
>She can’t know yet, you’re not ready.
>How are you going to explain how you got the meat?
>Meat isn’t sold anywhere in Ponyville, and saying you went hunting in the Everfree is out of the question.
>You’re fucked, unless you can think of something fast.
“Sorry, I can’t. I’m all out of the secret ingredient.”
>”But I thought you said you could use something similar?”
“I don’t have any of that right now, either. Sorry!”
>You try to close the door, but she gets her hoof in the corner.
>”But Anon, I–”
“I’m really sorry Fluttershy, but I just don’t have anything special left. I used it all yesterday, and there’s none left.”
>”A-Alright. I’m sorry to bother you. I’ll just go now.”
>She slowly walks away, her head cast downwards and her wings drooping.
>You feel like such a douchebag, but you really can’t afford her learning about the meat before you can even figure out how you’re supposed to have gotten it.

>I don’t believe him. He has to have something. He can’t not.
>Celestia, what if he’s not lying?
>He has to be lying.
>I need to know what that secret ingredient is.
>I need it. I can feel the ache where it should be inside me.
>An empty spot deep inside my stomach, that was filled for the first time I tasted it.
>And now it's so empty again, and I can't stand it.
>He has to have something in his house.
>He has to.
>And thus, while the sun is down and Anon sleeps, I fly through an unlocked upstairs window and into his house.
>He looks so peaceful while he's sleeping.

>Nothing in his fridge but fruits, vegetables, bread, and eggs.
>I've eaten those before, they're not new. They're not what I need.
>I wonder if he's got a downstairs freezer…

>Yes! He does.
>Lets open it up.
>Oh.
>Meat.

>Meat in his freezer.
>Something I haven't ever tasted before.
>Strange human recipe.
>Oh.

>Meat isn't sold in Ponyville, there’s no demand.
>It's sold in big towns, like Canterlot, but Anon hasn't been to Canterlot since he first arrived and the Princesses wanted to talk to him.
>Which means Anon would probably have had to kill an animal himself.
>There's not a lot of meat here, so it would have been a small animal.
>And as far as I know, Anon hasn't ever been to the Everfree forest.
>Oh.

>Wait, wait. There's no reason to jump to conclusions.
>Just because there's meat in his freezer that could have come from a small animal.
>He could have eaten some of it before now, and this is what's left.
>Just because you've never tasted anything like that soup before, and you've never had meat before.
>It could have been something you've never tasted before that ISN'T meat.
>Just because you don’t know of any time Anon’s willingly gone into the Everfree forest.
>Doesn’t mean he didn’t.
>Just because Anon served The Soup a day after Angel's disappearance.
>Could have been a coincidence, nothing more.
>There's no reason to jump to conclusions.
>I'll confess to breaking into his house, ask him about it, and everything will be fine.
>Everything will be fine in the morning.
>Yes.

>You’re finishing up your breakfast when you hear a familiar quiet tapping at your door.
>A certain pegasus has come to visit. Again.
>”I, um, I need to talk to you, if it’s not too much trouble. Please don’t be mad.”
“Mad about what?”
>”I kind of, um, snuck into your house last night.”
“What.”
>She’s very nervous, and your flat reply makes her falter, but she soldiers on.
>”And I wanted to know what you put in the soup, and I looked in your freezer, and I… ohdearyou’remad.”
>An unholy mixture of fear and anger floods your veins, and Fluttershy’s ears go flat against her skull as she tries to shrink inside herself.
”You WHAT.”
>You are now officially fucked.

>”I’m sorry! I just needed to know!”
“You broke into my house because you needed to know?”
>”I had to know what I ate!”
“What the fuck do you mean you had to? How does that justify breaking into my house?”
>”Because I NEED it! And because–”
>She cuts herself off with a sharp jerk of her head, looking away.
>”I just want to know where you got it.”
“Oh come on. You can’t just barge into my house in the middle of breakfast and start asking questions without any damn nouns! What do you even want?”
>Her face contorts into something halfway between a sob and a snarl.
>”The meat. Where did you get the meat.”

“I bought it.”
>”Liar,” she cries. “From who? Nobody sells meat in Ponyville.”
“I bought it the last time I went to Canterlot.”
>”That was six months ago!”
“It’s been in my freezer this whole time.”
>”And what, you just brought a carcass back in your pants? I was there! You didn’t buy anything!”
>Fluttershy’s legs crumple, and she lies flat on the floor.
>”Why am I even doing this. I know where you got it. I just don’t want to believe it.”
>From her prone position, she looks up at you with tears in her eyes.
>”You ate Angel. You killed Angel, and you ate him, and you fed him to my friends. And me.”
>She doesn’t need to hear you speak. The truth is written all over your face, but you say it anyway.
“Yes. I did.”
>She knows, and she’s going to tell someone, it doesn’t matter who, and you’re doomed.
>But then Fluttershy starts to speak again.

>"I'm a horrible pony."
"W-what?"
>"I'm a horrible pony. I've eaten my pet, my baby… I put so much time and love and care into raising him, and I ate him.
>"But that's YOUR fault. You tricked me."
>She glares at you, and starts to rise. You almost believe she'd be capable of violence, before she collapses back onto the floor.
>"But that's not why I'm a horrible pony. I’m a horrible pony because I liked the taste."
>"I'm a horrible pony because… I want to taste it again. Even though I know it was my Angel, I want to taste it again more than anything else in the world."
>She breaks down into sobs, and covers her head with her hooves.
>"I'm a horrible pony, and you're a horrible human."
>"I deserve you,” she says.