Old Request: Fluttershy has a Sad


                                            Originally Published March 8th, 2018


                                            >"What?"

                                            >Fluttershy stares at you, confused

                                            >You are Anonymous

                                            >For the past 8 years, first thing in the morning, every single morning, a yellow horse has been trying to guess your fetish

                                            >You've cunt-punted her far enough to set a few records, but she still comes back

                                            >You even learned the sacred art of appleslap in an attempt to dissuade her, but she just came back for more

                                            >You honestly just want it to end

                                            >So you decided to try something different today, and caved in

                                            That's my fetish, Fluttershy; thigh socks. Especially when they do that little indent thing.

                                            >You take a sip of your coffee, waiting for your assault to come

                                            So, what now?

                                            >"Y-yes! I..."

                                            >Fluttershy drops her gaze to the ground

                                            >"I..."

                                            >And with that, she walks away

                                            Huh. Should've done that years ago

                                            >You go back inside and make a bagel, dancing a little as you spread the cream cheese

                                            >Today is a good day

                                            1/?


                                            >One week later in Equestria

                                            >This has arguably been the greatest week of your life since moving to this saccharine horse land

                                            >Without Butterstutter forcing you awake with her inane fetish guesses, you've actually been able to get a decent amount of sleep

                                            >Your boss stopped docking your pay for showing up late, too

                                            And look! I even have some extra money left over this week!

                                            >You dangle your bitbag in front of Spike

                                            >Three bits clack against each other inside

                                            I'm basically rich!

                                            >"Easy there, Filthy Rich!" Spike laughs as he pushes your bag away

                                            >"So you're sure you haven't seen Fluttershy, Anon?"

                                            Spike, please. The next time I see that yellow demon it'll be too soon.

                                            >"Alright, just let the girls know if you do see her. Nobody's heard from her in a week, and we're getting kinda worried."

                                            >Spike hops down from the threshold and waddles his way back to town

                                            Haven't heard from her in a week?, you ask yourself

                                            >Could it-

                                            >Nah

                                            2/?


                                            >2 Weeks Later in Equestria

                                            >Wake up

                                            >Do the Triple-S

                                            >Sit down for a nice, heathy bowl of Scootaloops

                                            >"Stays crunchy, even in Milk!", the little mascot cheers

                                            >As you lift the spoon to your mouth for the first bite, you hear a knock at your door

                                            Ugh

                                            >Trudging over to the door, you slide on your cuntpunting waders from the coat rack

                                            Goddamnit Fluttershy, I thought I tol-oh.

                                            >Standing outside your door is not Fluttershy, but one of those other horses, the purple one

                                            >"Anon? Why are you wearing waders?"

                                            Uhh

                                            >Shit, why ARE you wearing waders?

                                            Bit of a leak in the basement, but I've got it under control.

                                            >Twilight stares at you with a look that says "You dumb monkey, I built this house for you. It doesn't have a basement."

                                            >"Rrright. Anyway, Anon, I just came over to let you know how Fluttershy is doing, since you two were so..."

                                            >She cocks an eyebrow

                                            >"Close, and all."

                                            Eugh. So what is it? Was she trapped in the bathroom by a spider again?

                                            >"No, thankfully. She's just really REALLY sad. Won't even get out of bed, poor thing."

                                            >What

                                            >"I'm absolutely certain she'd cheer up if you went to visit her though!"

                                            >Yeah no

                                            Maybe another time Twilight. Got a busy day ahead in the basement!, you say as you shut the door.

                                            >You head back to your Scootaloops, ready to savor the delicious crunch

                                            >But they feel soggy in your mouth

                                            3/?


                                            >KNOCKKNOCK

                                            Come on, come on....

                                            >You rush downstairs and throw open the door

                                            >But no one is there

                                            ARGH!

                                            >You slam the door and head to the kitchen, taking a seat at the table and holding your head in your hands

                                            >It's been a month since Fluttershy holed herself up in her house

                                            >And it's been a week since you've been waking up to phantom knocks at the door

                                            >Sometimes you even hear her voice outside, but it always ends up being Pinkie or one of the other girls asking you to visit

                                            >It almost makes you feel bad for her

                                            I don't feel bad for her.

                                            >The house is silent around you

                                            I don't! That little molester made life hell for me and my wallet! I'm glad she's gone.

                                            >"But then why do you feel so alone?", the house responds with its quietude

                                            I'm not alone! I can make new friends! She wasn't even a friend, she was just the first pony to find me in this world!

                                            >...

                                            Fuck you house, quit judging me.

                                            >...

                                            >...

                                            >You stand up violently, sending your chair a few feet behind you

                                            YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M GOING FOR A WALK!

                                            4/?


                                            >You don't know quite how you managed it, but your aimless walk led you right to Fluttershy's cottage

                                            ...damnit.

                                            >The shutters are all drawn, and no lights are on

                                            >Discord is in the backyard trying to get one of the bears to jump through a flaming hoop

                                            >You turn around, hoping nobody noticed you walk up yet

                                            >"Hellooo, Anonymous!"

                                            Holy shit! H-hey Discord.

                                            >In front of you floated Discord's head

                                            >His neck was stretching to where his body stood in the backyard

                                            >"So you've finally come to pay Shy a visit! Oh, happy day!"

                                            >His smile seems to stretch beyond his face

                                            >Fuck, gotta get out of this

                                            >You put on your fakest smile

                                            Y-yup! Just here to pay a visit!

                                            >You march your way up to her front door

                                            Knock knock! Oh gee, well I guess she isn't home!

                                            >The door creaks slowly open

                                            >Discord stares at you, Cheshire smile still plastered on his face

                                            WELP! I'll just pop in to make sure if she's here, then!

                                            >You step inside and close the door, maintaining eye contact with Discord the whole time

                                            >The lock clicks into place, and then silence

                                            >After a few seconds, you hear a whoosh noise as Discord moves away from the door

                                            Hah. Sucker.

                                            >You reach for the knob, only to find it isn't there

                                            >In fact, the entire door has been replaced with a mural of a door

                                            >Shit

                                            You damn luney toon, you hiss under your breath

                                            5/?


                                            >Taking a breath, you find your nose assaulted by the smell

                                            >A musty mix of stale air, B.O., and old take-out containers

                                            >If it wasn't a smell you were familiar with, you'd probably had thrown up

                                            >Instead, you crack the windows to let some fresh air in.

                                            >It's the least you could do.

                                            >You try to head out the kitchen door, but it too is replace by a mural

                                            >An irritated Discord with a sign reading "Not 'till you talk."

                                            Shit.

                                            >You head back into the living room and park yourself on the couch

                                            >From upstairs, you can hear the faint noise of television

                                            >Taking a deep breath, you muster the courage to head to her room

                                            >You tread lightly on the steps, slinking your way up

                                            >With each step your apprehension grows

                                            >When you reach her door, time seems to slow down

                                            >The faint television noise is a dull roar in your eyes

                                            >You reach your hand up to knock, but something stops you before your knuckles touch the wood

                                            >You turn around, hoping to shimmy out of a win-

                                            >CREEEEEEEEEEEAK

                                            ...

                                            >You can hear a shuffling inside the room

                                            >"Twilight? Twilight I already told you I don't want to go outside.", the voice says as it opens the door

                                            6/?


                                            >You hold still, hoping her time spent in front of the t.v. messed with her vision

                                            >"Anon?"

                                            >Well, there goes that plan

                                            >You turn around to face the object of your...something

                                            Hey, Shy. Twilight said you weren't feeling too good, so I thought I'd drop by to see how you were doing.

                                            >"Oh. I'm doing...fine."

                                            >Fluttershy adjusts a blanket draped over her back

                                            >You cough

                                            >"Would you like to come in? I'd like someone to hang out with for a bit...if that's okay with you?"

                                            Uh....sure.

                                            >Against your better judgement, you walked into her room and took a seat on her bed

                                            >The floor was covered in pizza boxes

                                            >She sits next to you on the bed and wraps herself up in more blankets

                                            >The t.v. was playing an oldie called "I Love Lyra."

                                            >Lyra was busy at the soda factory, racing back and forth to keep bottles from breaking on the floor.

                                            >She didn't remember she was a unicorn until her hooves were loaded up with bottles though, and ended up dropping the lot of them

                                            Heh.

                                            >"Yeah."

                                            >The silence returned, painfully loud

                                            >You had to say something

                                            So, Flu-

                                            >"Anonymous I'm sorry if I bothered you these past few years."

                                            >What

                                            7/?


                                            >Your emotions swirl in your gut: a mix of rage, relief, and disbelief

                                            You're...sorry?

                                            >You must have laid the venom on a bit thick, because she winced a little when you spoke

                                            >"Yes. I should have noticed a long time ago that you weren't happy with what I was doing, and I'm sorry. You don't have to forgive me, I'd understand if you didn't."

                                            >There's a lot you want to say in this moment

                                            >A million scenarios playing out in your head, all perfect in their own ways

                                            >But you know what you've really come here to say

                                            I forgive you, Fluttershy.

                                            >She seems to brighten up a bit at that

                                            >"Th-thank you, An-"

                                            But I have one question for you: what was your endgame with all those fetish guesses?

                                            >"Endgame?", she asks, confused

                                            >She turns off the t.v. with a soft click of the remote

                                            >"I guess at first I just wanted to be your friend, but then I just...I don't know."

                                            >Her voice falls as she continues talking

                                            >"And when you told me your fetish I was so excited at first, but then I realized I didn't have a plan for what to do after."

                                            >The room goes silent again, aside from Fluttershy's cracking voice

                                            >"And then I realized just how much of your time I must have wasted, and all those new d-doors you had to buy, and...", her voice dies out, a stifled sob in the back of her throat

                                            Well if it makes you feel any better, I kinda miss having you bug me.

                                            >She looks at you through her tears, confused

                                            >"W-why?"

                                            >You scratch the back of your head

                                            I don't know, you've grown on me, I guess.

                                            >You draw her close and turn the t.v. back on

                                            Don't read too much into it.

                                            >She stays solid for a moment, wary, but slowly begins to rest her head on your shoulder

                                            >The soft weight makes you feel a sense of...something

                                            >But it's a something you could get used to


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