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- >Be Anon
- >Be in the living room of your modest home
- >Sat across from you, in all her boundary-invading glory, is Fluttershy
- >And resting next to her is a small dog-kennel covered by a blanket
- Fine. I’m interested.
- >”No don’t kick m-what?”
- Yeah. Usually you’d be begging me to crawl inside of that kennel by now. Or begging me to force you inside it. I’m actually pleasantly surprised by you for once.
- >Beaming with pride, she ruffles her feathers and straightens her posture
- >”W-well, I was in my bathtub last night thinking of how lonely you are, Anon…”
- Mhm.
- >”And how hard it must be living alone…”
- >The emphasis she puts on the word “hard” kills the small bit of optimism you had
- >”So I decided I would help you find a pet!”
- >She taps a hoof on top of the carrier, and you hear a shuffling from within
- Oh. Well that’s sorta nice of you, Shy. So, what kind of pet did you have in mind? Can I see the little guy?
- >”O-of course! I’m sure you two will love each other!”
- >With a small flourish, she pulls the blanket off, and you can see a dog inside the kennel
- >He’s pure white with large ears, and he makes your heart skip a beat
- >As she opens the kennel door, the fluttering in your chest intensifies
- >Could it be that you’re actually excited?
- >For the first time in years you’ve wasted in this candy colored hell?
- >The snout comes out first, curiously sniffing the air, followed by a paw
- >And then another
- >And a third, and a fourth, and a fifth, and a si-
- >Wait the fuck
- >The dog-spider-thing finishes scrabbling out of the carrier, and lets out a chitinous woof
- Nope. Take him back.
- >Fluttershy looks at you despondently as the creature skitters around your couch
- >”Anon please, he’s just a harmless spidog.”
- He’s an unholy hellspawn and I want him out of my house.
- >”You haven’t even given him a chance yet!”
- >Her mouth turns up into a pout, and small beads of tears form in the corners of her eyes
- >Damned cute little horses
- Fine. Can he fetch?
- https://i.imgur.com/UsXHdve.jpg
- >Fluttershy cheers up instantly, and you can almost hear the tears suck back behind her eyes
- >She flits into the kitchen and grabs an orange from your table
- >”Jaysee!”
- >The beast’s ears perk up, and it scratchily woofs
- >”F-fetch!”
- >Shy winds back as hard as she can and hurls the orange
- >Five feet across the room
- >It hits the floor with a quiet whump and rolls under the couch
- >The creature millipedes its way towards you and crams its snout into the gap, carefully pulling out the fruit from underneath
- >”G-good boy! Now give it to Anon, please.”
- >It turns towards you and opens its ja-
- >Oh fucking god its mouth opens sideways
- >The orange drops onto your lap, and the spidog lets out a chittering yip
- Fluttershy.
- >”Y-yes Anon?”
- It’s not that I don’t appreciate the effort, but…why?
- >”Oh! I assumed that you were having trouble expressing your feelings for me, and that getting a p-pet would help you be more emotionally open.”
- >You want to throw the orange at her, but you fear the spidog may take it as an invitation to play
- No I figured that. I meant why this pet in particular?
- >”I th-thought it would make you feel more at home…”
- >The spidog gurbles in affirmation
- >Where the hell do these horses think you came from anyway?
- Shy, please put that thing back where it came from.
- >Her ears drop hard
- >”Are you sure? H-he really is a good boy.”
- Thank you, but I’m more than sure.
- >”Okay…”
- >She opens up the dog kennel and the hell beast scurries back inside
- >The blanket covers the carrier again, and she carefully drags the whole affair across your floor, scratching the hell out of the wood
- >Fucking Fluttershy
- >Once she leaves, you head out the back door of your house
- >You’ve kept a spare tub of wood putty in the shed ever since the day she thought “high impact sexual violence” was your fetish
- >As you go to head back inside with your wood filler, you hear a scuttling in your garbage cans
- The hell?
- >You set down the container and pull the lid off of the closest trashcan
- https://i.redd.it/s7ht358m1jo11.jpg
- >Knock knock knock
- Coming! I’m coming! You stay put, okay buddy?
- >Your new pet, the bird you found in the trashcans last night, warbles in reply
- >As it snuggles into the chair you head to the door to great your daily terror
- G’morning, Banana Butt! Wanna come in?
- >She blushes as she steps over the threshold
- >”Oh, I’d j-just adore coming insiiiiiiiiii-“
- >She freezes up when she sees your new pet at the table
- >Your little angel purrs and chirps as it digs into its breakfast of shit you had in the fridge
- You okay, Shy?
- >”W-W-W-HAT THE FLIPPING HECK IS THAT?!’
- >Fluttershy clambers backwards onto your couch, knocking your pillows onto the floor
- She’s my new pet! At least I hope it’s a she. The name “Vincenza” has been stuck in my head all day and I can’t think of anything better.
- >You scoop your pet off of the chair, and it wraps itself around your arm like the cute little dickens it is
- Anyway, I was hoping you could help me figure out how to properly care for it, since I’ve just been feeding her pancakes and chili dogs all day-
- >”NONONO GET IT AWAY!”
- >Butterstutter starts flailing and thrashing about on the couch, kicking cushions across the room before falling to the floor
- >She picks herself up with a piercing wail, darting outside and taking flight as soon as her wings cleared the door
- Well…that was weird. You wanna go to Sugarcube corner?
- >Vincenza chirps gleefully
- >Today was a good day
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