Fucking Fluttershys!


                                            I know you're lying, Fluttershy.

                                            >You clutch your book close to your chest and stride through town, trying to keep ahead of Fluttershy as she hovers by your shoulder.

                                            >She leans in close to your ear.

                                            >"I just have to see it."

                                            More like you just want to see it.

                                            >"A little bit--I mean, just let me see it for a little bit."

                                            Go away, Fluttershy!

                                            >"It's just for a little bit, you'll hardly even notice."

                                            No.

                                            >"I won't even touch it unless I have to."

                                            Fuck off.

                                            >"I'll only touch it once."

                                            Fuck. Off!

                                            >"Just a little touch, a tap."

                                            >Slowly, her hoof reaches out towards you.

                                            >You turn on her, a mix of a growl and a snarl involuntarily coming out from behind your scowl.

                                            >"Okay, no touch," she says quickly, retracting her hoof.

                                            >Ponies on the streets nearby turn to see the commotion before looking away again, signs of clear recognition on their faces.

                                            >"Okay, how about just one touch, but with a stick . . . ?"

                                            I don't know why you think I'm an idiot, Fluttershy.

                                            >You ascend quickly the steps of Twilight's castle and plant yourself in the doorway, blocking her entrance.

                                            I know there's no such thing as penis inspection day. Now, fuck off and let me return my library book in peace.

                                            >"You're just confused."

                                            >She starts trying to fly past you.

                                            >"I'll come in with you and we can ask Twilight together. I'm sure--"

                                            >You slam the door and slide the deadbolt into place.

                                            >Immediately you feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders, only to have it drop back down into your stomach, all coated in anxiety.

                                            >Because though you may have dealt with her now, she'll be back.

                                            >She always comes back, and you'll always have to deal with her.

                                            >You enter the library to find Twilight talking with a unicorn that you've never seen before, despite having lived in Ponyville for over a year.

                                            >She's an amber unicorn who's crimson mane has dull yellow stripes in it.

                                            >Her cyan eyes widen in surprise upon seeing you before she relaxes a bit.

                                            >"I take it this is the human you've been telling me about."

                                            >Twilight grins broadly and the amber unicorn looks you over.

                                            >"Unless there's more than one and you just haven't gotten to that yet," she says.

                                            I doubt it. Who's your friend, Twilight? I take it she already knows me.

                                            >"Actually, you already know her too. This is Sunset Shimmer."

                                            Oh, from the Barbie dimension.

                                            >Sunset blinks in confusion.

                                            >"Barbie dimension?"

                                            It's an inside joke. You know, when Twilight told me there were humans in your world, I wasn't expecting them to look like walking crayons with giant lollipop heads.

                                            >"I guess that sounds like Canterlot High," Sunset says, shrugging.

                                            That's what it looked like to me from the pictures Twilight had.

                                            >"Well I know I definitely haven't seen anyone there who looks like they could be an alternate version of you."

                                            Yeah, it's not where I'm originally from, that's for sure. Nice to meet you, though.

                                            >"Likewise."

                                            >"So what brings you by?" Twilight asks.

                                            I've got a book to return.

                                            >You meet Twilight at her desk and lay the book on the table.

                                            >"'How to Help When Some Pony You Love is Depressed,'" she says, reading the title aloud.

                                            >She looks up at you.

                                            >"So did this book help the pony you were worried about?"

                                            Oh, no, it didn't help me at all. Also, I need a favor.

                                            >"What is it?"

                                            I can't go out the front door. I need you to teleport me out of here.

                                            >"Fluttershy problems?"

                                            You guessed it.

                                            >"Don't worry then, I can do that for you."

                                            >"Did you say Fluttershy problems?"

                                            >You turn to find Sunset staring inquisitively at you.

                                            Heck yeah, I did. She followed me here all the way from my house. She would have come in with me if I hadn't locked her out.

                                            >"So my front door's locked?" Twilight asks.

                                            Yeah, it is. Didn't I say that?

                                            >"No."

                                            Oh. Well, it is.

                                            >Sunset hums to herself.

                                            >"I guess I can see Fluttershy doing what you said. You are kind of a rare creature for Equestria. She's probably really interested in you."

                                            You could say that again. By the way, Twilight, is penis inspection day a thing?

                                            >"What?!" Twilight says, rearing back. "Did she tell you that?"

                                            Who else?

                                            >"Well you didn't believe her, did you?"

                                            Of course I didn't. I'm not stupid.

                                            >"You still had to ask, though."

                                            I was just making sure.

                                            >"Which is also what I was doing, so don't be short with me."

                                            >Twilight lets out a horsey-sounding snort and mutters:

                                            >"Penis inspection day."

                                            >"Okay, so . . . what the heck are you two talking about?"

                                            >With folded ears and furrowed brow, Sunset addresses you both, looking as though she'd just gotten a bucket of water thrown in her face.

                                            Fluttershy problems.

                                            >"And those are . . . ?"

                                            >You regard her with a dull, blank stare, a stare that sets her slightly on edge.

                                            >"What?" she asks, raising one eyebrow. "I thought she just followed you around. Is there more?"

                                            >You turn to Twilight.

                                            You didn't tell her about Fluttershy.

                                            >Twilight shrugs.

                                            >"It's not something that really comes up in normal conversation except between us."

                                            Yeah, and everyone else in town.

                                            >Sunset turns her head to and fro, between the two of you, as if in disbelief, before she settles her curious eyes onto you.

                                            >"You really have a problem with Fluttershy?"

                                            Yeah.

                                            >"And you're sure that we're talking about the same Fluttershy here?"

                                            >Your blood turns cold.

                                            Oh God, there's not more than one, is there?

                                            >Twilight frowns and shakes her head.

                                            >"Not here in Equestria."

                                            >"That's not what I meant," Sunset says. "I just want to clarify that we're talking about the same pony here."

                                            I only know one Fluttershy.

                                            >Thank God.

                                            >"And that's the shy one, right?" Sunset says. "You know, yellow pony, likes to talk to animals, can't be heard over a soft breeze--"

                                            Crazy as hell, rapist--

                                            >"Element of kindness," Sunset states definitively.

                                            That's the one.

                                            >Sunset looks away from you and hums to herself.

                                            You don't believe me?

                                            >"I'm sorry, it's just, I've never heard of anyone ever having a problem with Fluttershy before."

                                            >Sunset scoffs.

                                            >"I mean, she's Fluttershy, for pony's sake. What could she possibly be doing that you don't like?"

                                            >From the corner of your eye, you just barely catch sight of Twilight waving her hooves at Sunset, trying to dissuade her from pursuing the matter further.

                                            >But she quickly stops after you turn on her.

                                            >She looks up at you with a false, cloying smile.

                                            >"She doesn't need to know, right?"

                                            Probably not. Pull up a chair though, Sunset. It's story time.

                                            >Twilight sighs tiredly and drags her hooves on her way out.

                                            >Spike enters and, after exchanging greetings to all present, he focuses on Twilight's expression.

                                            >"What's with you?"

                                            >"He's getting ready to tell Fluttershy stories."

                                            >"Oh! I'll go make popcorn," Spike says, rushing out into the hall.

                                            >Sunset was by now very intrigued at all the fuss being made.

                                            >"Okay, so what exactly is it that big bad Fluttershy does that you don't like?"

                                            She tries to win my heart.

                                            >"That's it?" Sunset asks. "She's just in love with you?"

                                            Sort of. She doesn't take no for an answer.

                                            >"So you're, like, not into her at all?"

                                            I don't do ponies. Would you have sex with a pony while you were back in Barbie world?

                                            >"Absolutely not," Sunset says, flinching in disgust.

                                            That's what I thought.

                                            >"And I'm guessing she didn't take the hint when you told her you weren't interested."

                                            Understatement of the year.

                                            >"Well hasn't any pony else tried to talk to her about it?"

                                            >Twilight sighs heavily and pulls up a chair next to Sunset, her bored expression evident.

                                            >But Twilight's lack of an answer to Sunset's prying eyes tells her all that she needs to know.

                                            You don't get it, Sunset. If you'd seen how she acted when I'm around, then you'd get it. But right now I can tell that you don't get it.

                                            >You sigh.

                                            Even I didn't get it at first. She acted weird the first time I ever met her, but I just brushed it off at the time, even though I should've listened.

                                            >"How did she act weird?"

                                            >It's a valid question.

                                            >But even with Fluttershy's weirdness being well known, it's still hard to explain to others just what it was that you experienced when you first met Fluttershy.

                                            >Time seemed to stand still the first time she laid eyes on you.

                                            >You had seen pictures of her before you first met, and even from across the room she had looked normal to you.

                                            >The second she was just a few steps away from you, however, her entire being began radiating a different kind of energy.

                                            >It was like she had an aura surrounding her.

                                            >The air around her mane blushed and became a sweet pink mist as her shimmering eyes, fixated upon you as they were, flashed in rhythm with her heartbeat.

                                            >Seeing her, you felt your skin prick all over with tiny goosebumps, and all your hair stood up on end.

                                            >She bit her bottom lip and said hello to you.

                                            >But you were so overwhelmed that you said nothing.

                                            >It really was freaky.

                                            >You break out in a cold sweat just thinking about it.

                                            >"Hey, how did she act weird?" Sunset asks.

                                            >You sigh and wipe your eyes before answering.

                                            It's hard to explain. I just knew that she was different from every other pony I had met.

                                            >If only you'd known just how different. . . .

                                            So, Sunset, where do you want to start?

                                            >"What do you mean?" Sunset asks.

                                            Well since Fluttershy pretty much never leaves me alone, there's a whole wealth of categories that you get to choose from here.

                                            >Sunset stares at you oddly.

                                            >"What do you mean by she never leaves you alone?"

                                            Well, she's a stalker.

                                            >"She stalks you?"

                                            Oh yeah. Why do you think I was asking Twilight to teleport me out of here?

                                            >Sunset turns.

                                            >Twilight regards her blankly, shrugging.

                                            >"She stalks him, it's true."

                                            >"What?"

                                            Look, Sunset, if you'd been here as long as everyone else that knows me, then you'd know that I catch Fluttershy stalking me all the time.

                                            >Sunset speaks slowly:

                                            >"You've caught her?"

                                            Oh yeah. She's not good at it, even after almost a year of practice.

                                            >"Where have you caught her?"

                                            In the bushes when I'm going to work. At the window when I'm taking a shit. Peeking out from under the sink cabinet when I'm taking a shit.

                                            >"But-- but she's . . ." Sunset begins stammering. "She's shy though . . . !"

                                            >You shrug.

                                            She likes to watch me shit. It's one of her things.

                                            >"You're joking. He's joking, right?" Sunset asks, turning to Twilight.

                                            >"He's not joking."

                                            >"But how could he not be joking?!"

                                            >Sunset's mouth is now open slightly, as though she wants to speak but is at a loss for words.

                                            >Twilight's dull eyes flick towards you.

                                            >"Could you help her out here? We're losing her."

                                            Well I can start listing off the story categories. What do you want to hear first, Sunset?

                                            >You extend a finger for each example listed.

                                            We've got stalking stories, harassment stories, kidnapping stories, fetish stories, rape stories, anal gaping stories, drugging stories, stories where she tricked me into eating food made from her mare cum . . .

                                            >Sunset's frown deepens with every word you say until the corners of her mouth are stretching past her chin.

                                            >Twilight speaks up:

                                            >"Hey, that last one doesn't sound familiar to me," Twilight says. "The one about mare cum."

                                            Oh, it's new. Happened after she broke into my house for Hearth's Warming a few days back. It was candy, actually.

                                            >"Mare cum candy?"

                                            Mare cum candy.

                                            >"Sounds awful."

                                            >You shudder at the memory.

                                            It was, truly.

                                            >"Well you might as well tell that one. I'm sure--"

                                            >"Stop!"

                                            >Sunset jumps out from her chair and, standing upright on her back hooves, covers her ears.

                                            >"Just stop it! Stop it!"

                                            >You regard her blankly for a moment before turning to Twilight.

                                            What's with her?

                                            >You feel magic grip your chin and your attention is pulled over to Sunset's serious gaze.

                                            >"I'll tell you what's up with me. I know I've been away from Equestria for a while, but the Fluttershy that I know would never do any of those awful things that you're talking about."

                                            >Your eyes flash over to Twilight.

                                            You were right, we were losing her.

                                            >Twilight rolls her eyes at you.

                                            >"Sunset, do you have your geode with you?"

                                            >"Yeah, I've got it right here. Why--"

                                            >A purple aura completely surrounds her and Sunset is picked up and thrown into you.

                                            >You forcibly expel all the air from your lungs as Sunset's sizable rump collides with your stomach.

                                            >You pull your head back and share her look of stun when your eyes meet.

                                            Uh, hey.

                                            >"Hey yourself."

                                            >Just then her eyes fill with bright white light and her mouth falls open.

                                            Okay, what the fuck?

                                            >The purple aura surrounds her again and Sunset is lifted off of you.

                                            >She doesn't react at all as Twilight sets her down gently onto the floor, her eyes still shining brightly.

                                            Did we break her, Twilight?

                                            >"No. Sunset Shimmer has certain magical powers that allow her to view the memories of others."

                                            My memories?

                                            >"Exactly. Right now, she's getting a little taste of just what it is that Fluttershy has put you through so far."

                                            Wow. Does it take long?

                                            >"I'm not sure. But from what Sunset has told me, it should be nearly instantaneous."

                                            >The two of you stand over the slack-jawed, bright-eyed mare as she lies on the floor.

                                            You know, Fluttershy has put me through a lot.

                                            >"I know that."

                                            And Sunset has to go through all of it too, but, like, all at once.

                                            >"Right . . . ?"

                                            >Twilight thinks for a moment, then folds her ears.

                                            >"Actually, I'm not sure."

                                            Well she can't, like, get traumatized or anything, right?

                                            >"Um . . ."

                                            >You both watch with concern as the light in Sunset's eyes begins dimming, the deep rings beneath them now becoming apparent.

                                            >She blinks once, shivering.

                                            >Then, upon seeing you both, she flinches, pinning her ears down.

                                            >"Sunset, hi," Twilight says, waving awkwardly. "So, um, sorry about using your own magic against you. But enough about that. How are you feeling?"

                                            >Sunset's eyes shift over to you.

                                            >Her face darkens and, using her magic, she pulls you down to her level, bringing you face to face with her glare.

                                            >"I tasted the mare cum candy!"

                                            Oh dear God. . . .


                                            >Sunset is rocking herself back and forth in her chair now, a thousand-yard stare present in her eyes.

                                            >You go to bring her a cup of coffee but she waves you away.

                                            >"You're not ever allowed to touch me again. Get Twilight to bring it to me."

                                            >The cup is levitated out from your hands--a purple aura surrounding it--and brought to Sunset Shimmer.

                                            >"I can't believe the things you have to go through every day--the things she puts you through. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself."

                                            Told you.

                                            >"How do you do it?"

                                            >You shrug.

                                            Well it's no picnic.

                                            >Sunset lets out a short laugh.

                                            >"New understatement of the year there."

                                            >She takes a long drink before addressing you again:

                                            >"I think I can help."

                                            You do?

                                            >"Yeah, I think I know a way to put a stop to all this."

                                            >Twilight steps in.

                                            >"I don't mean to be negative, but we've all tried to help at one point or another. None of us have ever gotten through to her."

                                            >"Trust me, Twilight. She won't be expecting this one. And anything is worth a try at this point, right?"

                                            >They both look to you.

                                            Hey, I'm down for anything. Fluttershy is the worst.

                                            >"Then it's settled. I have to go make some preparations."

                                            >"Preparations for what?" Fluttershy says, coming in.

                                            >Sunset tenses up at the sound of her gentle voice.

                                            >She slowly turns her shrunken eyes towards the shy pegasus that's coming in on her tip-hooves, regarding her warily.

                                            >Fluttershy comes right up to you and hugs your leg.

                                            >"Hello, sweetie. I found a way in."

                                            Get away from me.

                                            >You kick her off.

                                            >"Fluttershy, the front door is locked. How did you get in?" Twilight asks.

                                            >"Oh, I came in through a window."

                                            >"I lock all my windows so Owlowiscious can't get out."

                                            >Fluttershy smiles meekly.

                                            >Twilight frowns.

                                            >"I'll send you the bill then."

                                            >"Thank you, Twilight. I'm sorry for breaking another one--"

                                            >"It's been two this week."

                                            >"But I just couldn't stand being separated from my sweetie for so long."

                                            You're touching my leg again.

                                            >She says nothing, only squeezes your leg tighter.

                                            I'm going to kick you off again.

                                            >"I know."

                                            >A moment later, as she's picking herself up off the floor, Fluttershy locks eyes with Sunset Shimmer.

                                            >"Oh, Sunset, there you are. I thought I heard your voice earlier."

                                            >She picks herself up off the floor and flies towards Sunset, her arms outstretched for a hug, completely oblivious to Sunset's folded ears and her scrambling to sink as far back into her chair as possible.

                                            >"It's so good to see you again, you know, when you're not trying to steal Twilight's crown."

                                            >Sunset's eyes shrink to pinpricks as Fluttershy draws nearer and nearer.

                                            >She eyes the evil pegasus' incoming hooves warily.

                                            >She's seen where those hooves have been.

                                            >She's seen what they've done, felt what they've done to her.

                                            >"Don't touch me!!!"

                                            >The chair clatters down onto its side as Sunset makes a hurried break for the exit, snorting and whinnying in fear.

                                            >She runs out into the hall, out of sight.

                                            >"Move it!!"

                                            >A red magical aura briefly surrounding them, Spike and a bowl of popcorn both come flying into the library.

                                            >They tumble along the floor and land splayed before the eyes of everyone in the room.

                                            >Spike rubs his sore temple and looks up at you.

                                            >"I take it you started without me."

                                            >"In a way," Twilight says to him.

                                            >"Hi, Spike," Fluttershy says.

                                            >"Oh, hi, Fluttershy," Spike says.

                                            >He waves at her until he gets close enough to Twilight to speak privately.

                                            >"How did she get in?" he asks.

                                            >"Her usual."

                                            >"So, another window?"

                                            >Twilight give him a knowing look.

                                            >Spike sighs, deep and long.

                                            >"I'll get the broom."

                                            I'll go find Sunset.

                                            >A great weight keeps one of your legs down.

                                            Really? How many times do I have to kick you off?

                                            >You look down at Fluttershy, who's embracing your leg again.

                                            >She smiles up at you.

                                            >"Take me with you."

                                            No.

                                            >"Yes."

                                            Twilight, help!


                                            >Despite being an immense coward when it comes to rape, you have to admit that Sunset's idea is a good one.

                                            >From behind the curtains, you peek out at the small dirt trail that leads to your front step.

                                            She'll be here any second. Are you sure you're ready?

                                            >"I am. She has no right to treat you the way she has been and she's going to hear about it from me, whether she likes it or not."

                                            Alright. I'll open the door and talk to her for a bit when she gets here, and you can just come out whenever you're ready.

                                            >"Got it."

                                            And could you please not stand so close to me?

                                            >"Um, sure, I can do that."

                                            I know you're just trying to help, but I still feel anxious seeing you anywhere that isn't at least five feet away from me.

                                            >"I understand."

                                            Here comes Fluttershy. Make yourself scarce.

                                            >"Huh? Oh, right."

                                            >You open the door and greet Fluttershy.

                                            Well hello there, Fluttershy. How expected of you to drop by.

                                            >"Yes, hello. So, um . . ."

                                            >She clears her throat.

                                            >"I think you've evaded me long enough, mister. It's time you showed me that dick."

                                            Really? I thought penis inspection day was yesterday.

                                            >"Well I'm extending it. It's penis inspection week now."

                                            I don't think--

                                            >"Enough games, mister."

                                            >She stamps her hoof on the ground.

                                            >"I'm coming inside to do my duty and inspect that dick of yours, from top to bottom, and that's all there is to it."

                                            That's all, huh?

                                            >"That's right. I can promise to be gentle, but that's it otherwise."

                                            You promise to be gentle, do you?

                                            >"Well, of course," she says, blushing and pawing at the ground. "I wouldn't want to put too much pressure on you, that might make it hard for you to perform."

                                            Don't worry about that. None of us have to feel pressured at all here.

                                            >"So I can come in then?"

                                            No.

                                            >"But you just said--"

                                            >"He said no."

                                            >Fluttershy pauses and looks around for the source of the mysterious voice.

                                            >You take a step backwards, into the house.

                                            Fluttershy, I want you to meet someone.

                                            >You look up.

                                            You can come down now.

                                            >Floating down on yellow wings, she descends from behind the top of the door frame, where she had been hiding, and pushes her face into Fluttershy's.

                                            >"Hello, Fluttershy," says Fluttershy to Fluttershy.

                                            >Fluttershy's entire being shrinks under the harsh gaze of her own eyes staring her down.

                                            >The other Fluttershy doesn't wait for her stun to wear off and pokes her hoof into Fluttershy's chest.

                                            >"I hope you're ready, because you and I are going to sit here and have a long talk all about boundaries and respect--something which you obviously need a lesson in."

                                            >There's a delayed reaction from Fluttershy.

                                            >Then she screams and, rearing up with flailing hooves, falls backwards onto her rump.

                                            >The other Fluttershy immediately softens.

                                            >"Oh my goodness. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

                                            >She trots to Fluttershy's side and offers her a helpful hoof up.

                                            >"Actually, I didn't mean to startle you so much, is what I should say."

                                            >Her ears still folded, Fluttershy eyes the outstretched hoof warily before taking it.

                                            >"Oh, um, that's okay, I guess."

                                            >When she's back up, Fluttershy looks over the other Fluttershy.

                                            >"Who are you? You look just like me?"

                                            >"Sorry, but who I am isn't important right now," says other Fluttershy, turning stern again. "You need to listen to what I have to say."

                                            >"Sure . . ." Fluttershy says slowly. "Okay, then."

                                            >"Sit down, please. This could take a while."

                                            >Like a punished schoolchild, Fluttershy obeys and eases her rump down onto the ground, never once daring to look away from other Fluttershy's stern gaze.


                                            >Ponies in town stop and turn their heads when they see you and Fluttershy walking side by side, smiling and laughing together.

                                            You should've been a preacher, Fluttershy. You'd have put the fear of God in her.

                                            >"I'm just glad that I was able to help."

                                            You did more than help, you sent her packing. She ran out of there with her tail literally between her legs. Shit, I've bounced flower pots off of her head and gotten less a reaction out of her than you did with just five minutes of yelling at her.

                                            >Though she smiles, other Fluttershy still looks down at the ground and folds her ears.

                                            >"I might've gotten a bit too passionate back there. But after I heard all those terrible things Sunset Shimmer told me you had to go through, I just knew that I had to try and help somehow."

                                            And you did help. I really appreciate it, too.

                                            >The two of you chat some more as you enter Twilight's castle.

                                            >Eventually you come to Twilight's study where the portal back to Canterlot High is.

                                            >You say your goodbyes.

                                            >Then other Fluttershy stops just at the foot of the magic mirror.

                                            >She looks over her shoulder at you.

                                            >"Do you think maybe you'd want to come back with me for a bit?"

                                            >You think it over.

                                            There's no real reason I couldn't. Why do you ask?

                                            >"Because I can show you where I live. You know, in case the Fluttershy here starts bothering you again."

                                            I'm not going to come find you every time Fluttershy decides to bug me. I'd be coming over and pestering you every day if I did that.

                                            >"Maybe you could only do it when you really need a break. I just want to make sure you're okay."

                                            >It's silent as you think some more.

                                            >Fluttershy steps down and looks up at you with her big blue eyes.

                                            >"It'll just be a few minutes, I don't live far from the portal entrance."

                                            >That stare is too damn cute.

                                            >What's more, you don't feel anxious at all having her so close to you.

                                            >You almost feel relaxed.

                                            Yeah, alright. I'll make it quick.

                                            >"Oh, good!"

                                            >Fluttershy's tail flicks and she lets out an excited whinny.

                                            >She then closes her mouth in surprise.

                                            >"Gosh. I, um, didn't think I could make that noise."

                                            >She blushes and turns her head away from your eyes.

                                            >"Let's just go now."

                                            >You follow as she canters up the steps to the magic mirror.

                                            >"This is so exciting. I've never had a guest from another dimension before. Do you like tea?"

                                            One thing at a time. How does this portal work?

                                            >"You just step through it, like jumping into a pool. Put your hand through it."

                                            >You gingerly reach out towards the mirror until your hand goes through the glass, just as though it weren't there at all.

                                            >The only indication that your hand exists on the other side is the ring of bright white light that surrounds your wrist.

                                            >You look to Fluttershy.

                                            >She waves you on, encouraging you to keep going forward.

                                            >From there it isn't much trouble for you to ease the rest of your body through the frame.

                                            >You are weightless as you feel your body spiral down through the swirling, rainbow-colored hole to the other world.

                                            >There's more white light at the end of the tunnel.

                                            >It blinds you, but when you open your eyes you feel a great weight pull you down again.

                                            >You wriggle and writhe on the cold concrete ground, scrambling to get up off it before your cheek went dead numb.

                                            >But when you try to pick yourself up, your hair falls down in your face.

                                            >When did your hair start becoming such a problem?

                                            >You go to sweep your hair back with your hoof.

                                            >With your hoof . . .

                                            >Hoof!

                                            >Why is your hand a hoof now?

                                            >You check your other hoof to make sure that it isn't your hand anymore either.

                                            >And it isn't!

                                            >It's your hoof now, too!

                                            Oh God!

                                            >Saying this, your newfound horsey lips do that thing where they flap about because you blew a bunch of air out from your mouth.

                                            >Oh, man, was that a whinny?

                                            >Did you just whinny?

                                            >You roll over onto your back and look down the length of your body.

                                            >To put it bluntly, all your things are pony things.

                                            >You have mane, hooves, a coat, a tail, and there's even some hint of a cutie mark that you can't see completely because they're on your new horsey flanks.

                                            >And to make matters worse, Fluttershy appears out from behind the statue and sees you.

                                            >Why does this make things worse?

                                            >Because she's holding a sledgehammer, with both hands up, like she's grabbing a ledge, and she's steadying it by holding the handle in her mouth as well.

                                            >Yeah, you know exactly which Fluttershy this one is.

                                            >She spits the sledgehammer out when she sees you, and the first things she says is your name.

                                            >How she immediately recognized you, you have no idea.

                                            >But next thing you know she's on the ground next to you, cradling your horse head in her lap.

                                            >"What are you doing here?"

                                            You're asking me that?! What do you think you're doing?

                                            >"Oh, I was just . . . nothing."

                                            >She reaches behind her and tries to push the sledgehammer further away from herself.

                                            >You purse your horse lips at her.

                                            Did you really think you were going to be able to demolish that statue with a sledgehammer all by yourself?

                                            >"Sunset Shimmer had the idea originally."

                                            >You're starting to think that maybe you should never have listened to Sunset Shimmer.

                                            I don't care who's dumb idea it originally was. You didn't follow me here, did you?

                                            >"Not at all. I just came here to destroy the portal."

                                            Your other half got to you that bad, did she?

                                            >"You have no idea," Fluttershy says, shuddering, a faraway look in her eyes.

                                            Where is she anyway? She was right behind me.

                                            >You feel a different kind of energy radiating from your other side.

                                            >Turning there, you see the other Fluttershy is down on her knees, her legs seemingly having given out on her.

                                            >As she stares at you, the air around her blushes to a sweet pink mist, and her shimmering eyes seem to flash in rhythm with her heartbeat.

                                            >Oh no.

                                            >She bites her bottom lip.

                                            >"Hello, again. You sure look different on this side of the mirror."

                                            >You feel your skin pricking all over with goosebumps.

                                            >Oh God no!

                                            >Your mane stands up on end as she begins crawling over to you.

                                            >No, no, no.

                                            >You can't stay silent this time.

                                            >You can't let this happen again.

                                            >But what can you do?

                                            >As nothing comes to you, you look up at your Fluttershy.

                                            >"Why is she looking at you like that?" she says, sounding slightly annoyed. "Did the two of you get up to something while I was gone?"

                                            >Well, one is bad enough after all.

                                            Fluttershy, smash the portal.

                                            >"Huh?"

                                            >She looks down at you.

                                            You heard me. Smash the fucking portal now!

                                            >"Okay, I will."

                                            >Yes!

                                            >"But how are we going to get back home once I do?"

                                            . . . What?

                                            >"How are we going to get back to Equestria if I smash the portal?"

                                            What do you mean? You didn't have a plan for that when you originally came here?

                                            >"I figured love would find a way."

                                            . . . Are you serious?

                                            >"Well, love did bring you back to me, didn't it?"

                                            >You begin glaring at her.

                                            >She just shrugs.

                                            >"Didn't it?"

                                            Fluttershy.

                                            >"Um, yes?"

                                            I hate you.

                                            >"I know."


                                            >Another day.

                                            >Another knocking at the door.

                                            >You open it to reveal Fluttershy, because no one else ever visits you.

                                            >You regard her cheeriness at seeing you with your own miserable, downturned stare.

                                            What?

                                            >"I just thought I'd remind you that today is the last day of penis inspection week, and you still haven't let me see it yet."

                                            That's a shocker. Really, I didn't let you see my penis? I'm shocked at that.

                                            >"Uh-huh," Fluttershy says, nodding in agreement.

                                            Shocker.

                                            >"So I just thought--"

                                            >"What do you think you're doing?"

                                            >Other Fluttershy descends from the sky, lands next to her and gives her a nasty glare.

                                            >Or maybe it's the original Fluttershy.

                                            >You have no idea.

                                            >But neither Fluttershy is happy to see the other.

                                            >"Today is my day to ask to see his dick. I thought we agreed to this."

                                            >"No, it's my day. Your day is tomorrow."

                                            >"But you cheated and tried to break into his house a few days ago, so that invalidates your day today."

                                            You tried to break into my house?

                                            >"I did not!" the accused Fluttershy says, her eyes shifting nervously.

                                            I don't believe you.

                                            >"You really shouldn't," says accuser Fluttershy.

                                            >"Okay, fine, I did. But only because you tried to do it that other time."

                                            >"No, no."

                                            >"Yeah, cause you said you wanted to suck his dick."

                                            >"What?! I did not say that."

                                            >"You didn't have to."

                                            >"Maybe I didn't. Because I'd be too busy sucking it to say anything."

                                            >She turns and flicks her tail in Fluttershy's direction.

                                            >"Wouldn't need any stupid fetish guesses to get it either."

                                            >Fluttershy gasps, then flies around to face her and so she can point her hoof into the other's chest.

                                            >"You. Take. That. Back!"

                                            >"Why? It's true."

                                            >It's not true! You just don't do fetish guesses because you know you won't be mare enough to satisfy him once you do find it."

                                            >"I am too mare enough. I've been practicing at home. I can take a whole cucumber now."

                                            >"Please. Get back to me when you can get up to butternut squash."

                                            >"Now I think you're just being ridiculous."

                                            >"No, I think you're being ridiculous."

                                            >"No, you!"

                                            >"No, you!"

                                            >The two Fluttershys butt heads and glare into each others eyes, low growls emanating from behind their grit teeth.

                                            >"I really think you should step back."

                                            >"No, you should step back."

                                            >"No, you."

                                            >"No, you."

                                            >They continue arguing like this for a while.

                                            >You close the door behind you.

                                            >Then you walk past them without saying a word.

                                            >"No, you. I was here first."

                                            >"But you live here. I have to go to school in five minutes."

                                            >"You sure bring up school an awful lot. Are you trying to get him with a schoolgirl fetish or something?"

                                            >"Um, no."

                                            >"Well, sorry, not sorry--but it's not going to work, sweetie. I already tried that fetish on him months ago."

                                            >"It's not a stupid fetish guess, stupid."

                                            >"Don't call me stupid, stupid."

                                            >"No, you're stupid."

                                            >"No, you're stupid."

                                            >"No, you!"

                                            >"No, you!"

                                            >After a while, you notice that the two Fluttershys are following you through town, though neither one ever shifts their attention from the other.

                                            >You ignore the stares and snickering that you're getting from random ponies on the streets as you walk up Twilight's steps.

                                            >The two Fluttershys stop at the foot of the stairs.

                                            >"Well, you might as well go first, that way he'll come to me when he realizes that you're no good for him."

                                            >"What?"

                                            >"You heard me."

                                            >"Well if that's how you're going to be, then you go first."

                                            >"No, you!"

                                            >"No, you!"

                                            >You slam the door behind you and lock it.

                                            >Eventually you make it to Twilight's library with your tired shuffling.

                                            >The first thing you see is Sunset Shimmer.

                                            >Then she sees you.

                                            >She freezes in place, her entire body tenses up.

                                            >"Is she still out there?"

                                            >You don't answer.

                                            >"I'll take that as a yes."

                                            This is all your fault, you know.

                                            >She nervously swallows a lump in her throat.

                                            >"You're not upset still, are you?"

                                            Why don't you come over here and find out?

                                            >You hold up your index finger and bend it for her, causing her to flinch instinctively.

                                            >"No, that's okay."

                                            I insist. Come here and let's hug it out.

                                            >You reach out to her.

                                            >Her eyes, sunken in fear, dart between your outstretched hands.

                                            What's wrong, Sunset? Come touch me.

                                            >"No. Stay away from me."

                                            >You scoff.

                                            Yeah, I've decided that I'm not going to listen to you anymore.

                                            >"Twilight, help!"

                                            Come here!

                                            >You spring forward.

                                            >She screams and trots in the opposite direction.

                                            Let me touch you, Sunset!

                                            >"NO!!"

                                            >"No, you!"

                                            >"No, you!"

                                            >You look up and see the two Fluttershys crash through the skylight.

                                            >They grapple and fight with each other while falling with the raining shards of glass.

                                            >Eventually they land in front of Sunset.

                                            >She comes to a dead stop.

                                            >Right in front of your legs.

                                            >You trip over her and all four of you end up in a massive heap among the broken glass.

                                            >Sunset is lying in the fetal position and occasionally screaming to herself as her eyes fill with bright white light.

                                            >The two Fluttershys are biting and kicking and pulling each others mane.

                                            >And you just lie there in a daze.

                                            >Not even the shards of glass that are cutting into your back can rouse you up.

                                            >Seeing Owlowiscious fly through the broken skylight doesn't either.

                                            >And neither does Twilight's scream upon entering the room.

                                            >"Are you kidding me?!"

                                            >"I'll get the big broom," Spike says with a sigh.

                                            >Twilight's shocked eyes scan the damage, but as far as you were concerned she was getting off easy.

                                            >It's not like she's the one who has to deal with two Fluttershys for the foreseeable future.

                                            >"Look at this mess!" Twilight yells. "Why do I have to deal with this again?!"

                                            >You know why.

                                            >It's because of fucking Sunset Shimmer.

                                            >And also--

                                            >"Fucking Fluttershys!" Twilight screams.